they are the hunters, we are the foxes - and we run

[hastily]

the ON THE RUN meme


Sometimes, these things happen. Sometimes, you're in just the wrong place at just the right time, or you've made the wrong (or right, depending on your intentions) person mad. Sometimes it's better for everyone if you just go. Sometimes there isn't time for good-bye.

LOST
You've managed to lose yourself somewhere out there, for whatever reason it was. Maybe you took someone with you (willingly? not?), or you found someone else who needed to disappear as badly as you did. You're in your car, or a cheap hotel, or a house by the side of the road. What else can you do but watch, and wait?

FOUND
It could have been as simple as being glimpsed at the 7-11. Your phoneline wasn't as secure as you thought. You locked eyes with the wrong person across the room. Now the house of cards is collapsing, and maybe not just your life, but the lives of everyone you love could be in jeopardy now. The walls are closing in, and your arms are giving out.

RULES
- post with your character's name and canon. if you have an on-the-run AU, or scenarios you might want to play out, mention them here.
- find others. tag them.
- and then, run.

Comments

[newschool]

He's glad when she goes, because an enclosed stairwell with tight walls is basically the worst place to have a firefight. Bad enough it's going to be a tough time keeping himself alive - he couldn't live with himself if she got hurt, too. Once he's sure she's headed up the stairs, he pulls the gun from the back of his trousers and aims it down the stairs. He can't be sure if the footsteps belong to someone who means them ill, but he's got to presume they do.

He gets his answer when he hears gunshots. For a moment, he considers yelling something pithy, then decides he'd be better served getting the hell out. He shoots a few times down the stairs in answer, then bolts as quickly as he can. Something hot blazes past his temple, knocking his glasses askew, and he can't help but cry out. He bursts through the door to the seventh floor, glances around to get his bearings, then bangs on the door to 738 as soon as he finds it.

"Rachel!" Heat on his neck. He touches it, and his fingers come away red. "Let me in!"

[gotbottle]

The door flies open just long enough and wide enough for her to grab the front of his shirt and haul him inside. She closes it behind him, locking it securely.

"What do we do n-- Oh, my God." Her eyes were already a bit wide in fear, but now it's entirely concern. "You're bleeding, what happened?"

She doesn't wait for an answer, moving close, her fingers sliding up the side of his neck, trying to find the source of the blood.

[newschool]

"Grazed, I think; nothing serious." Bond never treats it as anything serious when he gets grazed, but then Bond has also been shot so many times he ought to set off the metal detector at the airport. This is Q's first time being shot, and frankly, he doesn't care for it. 0/10, would not recommend.

When she finds the wound, it'll be near his temple, and it does look worse than it is. It's bleeding, but not deep. "If we have some gauze, I think we just need to put pressure on it. And we need to call that number I gave you. They'll be able to get us out."

Look how calm and collected he is. He's used to being the calm voice in the agent's ear, where no one can see his hands shake. See how he's clenching his hands so no one can see them shake now.

[gotbottle]

It's such a conflicting state of mind to be in. Half of her is scared to death for him, bleeding from the head after being shot at. The other half of her still wants to kick his ass for getting her into this mess, for clearly lying, for holding so much back as she knows he must have.

Decency, and the fact that she still loves him despite all this mess, win out. "How about if you make the phone call. I'll see what we have in the bathroom that I can use to at least stop the bleeding until we can get you looked at."