A Story in Six Words

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SIX WORD STORIES MEME
tell a story in six words





1. Post your top level comment with a six word story prompt (or more than one!)
2. Other people respond
3. ???
4. Profit



DO NOT LEAVE YOUR TOP LEVEL COMMENT BLANK

Taken from here.

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[doomed_copper]

[She looked up immediately at the sound of his voice, the candid, undisguised look of relief and joy at seeing him quickly wiped away by the barking tone of his voice. Stiffening and straightening up, she attempted to smooth down her scrub pants, the only thing she had managed to grab off an abandoned gurney and slip on beneath her hospital gown, her blazer being the only 'normal' article of clothing concealing her 'patient' status.]

Trying to stay alive, Jim.

[The words were spoken in her heavily-accented, clipped alto, brows furrowing.

NEEDED you to find me, Jim, she thought. Time not to be cross.]

I was waiting for YOU, you daft bastard.

[breakstherules]

[He scratched at the side of his jaw, trying to evaluate her reply as he looked her up and down, assuring himself she was alright.]

Next time not in an alley where one of us might shoot you, mistaking you as a suspect.

[A pause and pointing to her shoulder.]

Shouldn't there be more bandages?

[He's stalling and he knows it.]

[doomed_copper]

For pity's sake, Jim. Any of these officers would know--

[Louise's voice falters as she realises he is right, but then just gives him a pointed look at his next query.]

There aren't more bandages, because I stuffed them in the bin in order to be able to fit my blazer over this shite lot of hospital garb.

[breakstherules]

Alright, come on.

[He catches that she's not going to be fully reasonable (though knowing he'd be just as bad), points her in the direction to the rest of the squad.]

They're casing the building and--

[Well it wasn't a hoax as explosions go off back further into the alley towards the back of the hospital, from the lower levels by the look of things. By this point, Jim loops an arm around her middle and books it out of the alley to avoid any of the explosion itself, though the worst is yet to come.]

[doomed_copper]

[The force of the explosion makes her grab Jim about the waist, clinging to him as they fall back behind a dumpster, effectively garnering some sort of safety.]

FUCK'S SAKE!!!

[breakstherules]

[Jim's own thoughts matched hers, as screams were heard all around them, and the building began to sway.]

C'mon! We need to run!

[The explosions had stopped but the building itself was beginning to collapse, at least on the side they were standing. The flashing blue lights could still be seen as the debris began to fall around them. It was going to be a risk running, but luckily the building itself wasn't very tall though enough to do damage to the entire block if the entire thing came down. Jim's hand in hers was tight, not wanting to lose hold of her, giving them both a fighting chance to clear the area.]

[doomed_copper]

[She ran like hell along with him, not loosing her grip from his, across and down the cobbled back streets of central London until they were nearer Westminster Abbey. Seeing a tower block nearby, Louise raced towards it.]

In here.

[Once they were inside, she tore open the door to the downstairs stairwell, down to the boilers and plumbing.]

[breakstherules]

[A few people followed them down inside. Once able to stop, Jim had his back against the wall, fighting to catch his breath.]

I'm going sleep for days after all this is over.

[He huffed out a sigh before turning to Louise assuring himself that she's safe as well as the others around him.]

[doomed_copper]

[Louise's back hit the wall after the doors were shut and fortified, and she squeezed her eyes closed and sank to the floor. Glancing up at him with clear blue, questioning irises, she pursed her lips into a thin line.]


WHY US, Jim? It's almost as if this is a narrowly targeted mission, with no care given to collateral damage in the process.

[She placed her head in her palms and sighed before meeting his gaze with a fierce one of her own.]

Wiles had networks in Gotham, didn't he.

[breakstherules]

[Jim's mouth flattens to a line and his blue gaze is hardened for a moment after Louise's comment. Her eyes felt as if they were piercing through his core to the point he could barely keep it held.]

He does, with a member Carmine Falcone's crime family. A member of the family was rising in power before her demise. There's a chance he was working orders from her and is taking revenge.

[Gordon's being targeted because he didn't kill Oswald Cobblepot when he should have, a decision he's being reminded had been a mistake given all the grief he's provided since.]

[doomed_copper]

[She stood up, pushing herself away from the wall, a grimace marring her delicate features as her shoulder made her wince slightly.]

The Falcones--they know your face, then, do they?

[Casing the cellar of the small tower block, she was looking for a lift that might take them up and inside the building, unseen. Taking her phone out of her blazer, she texted Lestrade back at HQ:

Check Chatham House, Charing Cross. See if vacancies. How soon can we rent one? Need to lay low for the time being. Keep this quiet. --L.]

[breakstherules]

continued here:

http://breakstherules.dreamwidth.org/592.html