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[Prefect wonders idly as he slowly presses his foot further down on the accelerator, if there is actually a speed limit here. For miles and miles and miles there's been nothing but wide open desert, with the one road they've been driving along stretching on seemingly endlessly. Normally, the open space would appeal to him, the lack of

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[mydearbettina]

[Jack had been sleeping, nothing near deeply, as Prefect's driving sometimes left a little to be desired, but he had had his eyes shut up until the moment the breaks kicked in. He was jerked forward in his seat, chest snapping against the seatbelt. His teeth bared, he turned to growl a query at Prefect. Before he could say a word, the car dropped like a stone, and whatever he had been going to say turned into an inhuman howl as the car fell.

For a moment, Jack was weightless in the seat, held there by the belt and nothing else. Then there was a sickening crunch and screech of metal as the vehicle landed with bone-shaking force. His forehead pounded into the dashboard and Jack was blinded by a pulsing flash of red and white pain behind his eyes. He clutched his head and for a moment, he just sat there.]

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[Prefect had fared slightly better from the fall than Jack had done, having been already braced against the wheel as he'd leaned up to see over the dashboard, he'd managed to stay well back from it when they'd collided with the floor at last.

Which wasn't to say he wasn't shocked. for a moment he simply sat, sprawled back in his seat all of the air knocked out of him. It was dark outside the car window, but even from there, Prefect could make out the flickering orange glow of torchlight. He tried to voice an objection to Jack, to let the man know that this kind of nonsense never used to happen to him before they started traveling together, but for that moment, he just couldn't find the air. So instead, he reached out to very, very lightly brush his fingers over Jacks hand. Just to let him know he objected to this. Not to check if he was all right.

Really.]

[mydearbettina]

[Jack made a noise that was halfway between a groan and a growl as Prefect's skin touched his. He experimentally opened his eyes and, licking his lips, looked around blearily. There were still spots of light flashing in and out of his vision, but he could see the torchlight behind those, through his poor cracked windscreen.

Oh, his car... He winced and closed his eyes tight again, not wanting to see any more of the damage, though, if Prefect had asked? He would have said it was because his head hurt. After another pain-filled pause, Jack finally managed to whisper raspily:]

What happened?

[His voice is... pretty menacing, considering the state he's in.]

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[Prefect shifts away from Jack, leaning over slightly to peer out the window and up into the sky, the truth is he's not entirely sure what happened.]

There was something in the road. I tried to brake before we reached it, and we fell...

[Jack sounds unhappy. Prefect should probably get out of the car, but his legs feel week, jolted from the drop.]