Oncoming Storms Prompt 2 - Distress Signal

[thecricketer]

"We need help, Doctor." Peri's voice trembled, only slightly. Erimem's head turned feverishly in her lap; she held a wet cloth against her forehead that the Doctor had soaked in a stream reflecting a red sun.

He nodded absently, focused on creating a fire with unfamiliar kindling. He didn't even know what kind of smoke signals there were here, if they were even recognised as such, but he had to try.

They were in a clearing, full of pale grass that turned to sparse shades in the gloomy night. They'd been running before Erimem collapsed, and it was daylight when the Doctor carried her here, Peri alert and anxious at his side.

They were both tired, hungry, worried out of their minds. If they were found it might well be by the wrong people.

They couldn't take the chance of waiting until morning, of resting and recovering. He didn't know what was wrong, how serious it was, how fast it worked.

He worked in relative silence for a time, punctured only by clashing wood and ghostly wind and deep breaths.

"Doctor, I know you don't like guns but I did manage to grab this thing and–"

"I'll show you the stun setting," he murmured.

"...Right. Good. When?"

"When I get this fire going!" he shouted, turning to glare at her before his expression softened.

"I'm...sorry, Peri." She swallowed, and nodded, and took one of his hands.

"We'll be okay. She'll...she'll be okay." He offered a faint, assuring smile and set back to work.

"I trust you," a hopeful whisper on the fretful wind, and he could only hope it wasn't misplaced.

Comments

Re: ooc

[reallyoldguy.livejournal.com]

She says a rather wry thank you.

Methos: Which piece are you looking for in particular?

((*pets him* He'd probably appreciate some sort of something. It's a hard day, I'm sure.))

Re: ooc

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

He smiles faintly and apologises for it being so complicated.

Evil!Five: Which are you willing to show?

((*sends him over there*))

Re: ooc

[reallyoldguy.livejournal.com]

She shrugs a little, says it's not like it's actually his fault.

Methos: *smirks* I'm willing to show quite a bit.

((*pets him again*))

Re: ooc

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

He does as well, and says he just figured someone should.

Evil!Five: *raises his eyebrows, takes a step* Oh? Little by little, I suppose?

((*kicks Comcast* Won't even let me on long enough to sign into Trilli. Bastard.))

Re: ooc

[reallyoldguy.livejournal.com]

She'll admit someone probably should.

Methos: *slow smile* There are some things worth taking slow.

((*wails* I just now got home. Ping me if you do get on and I'll sign on....))

Re: ooc

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

He asks if she has anyone else in mind.

Evil!Five: Hmm. I always did like to savour.

((*snugs, nods* Will do. I'm gonna try restarting after this, see if it helps at all.))

Re: ooc

[reallyoldguy.livejournal.com]

She sighs and says his future self isn't likely to.

Methos: *purrs* As do I.

((Okies. *hopes* ))

Re: ooc

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

He says that he can surprise people, sometimes - and he's probably rather oblivious really.

Evil!Five: *he's closer now, fancy that, a rather catlike smile curving his lips, his voice low* Should be mutually benificial, then.

((Am on! *glees* *keeps fingers crossed*))

Re: ooc

[reallyoldguy.livejournal.com]

She says he surprises her a lot.

Methos: Oh, I certainly hope so.

Re: ooc

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

He says that at least he isn't boring.

Evil!Five: *offers a hand* Do you suppose we should shake on it? We're gentlemen, after all.

((Me grammar are good.))

Re: ooc

[reallyoldguy.livejournal.com]

She says never that.

Methos: *takes his hand* Of course we are.

((*pets*))

Re: ooc

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

He smiles and promises that whatever else, they'll make some fantastic memories together.

Evil!Five: *his grip is firm, smile friendly* The finest.

((*kicks Comcast again*

Re: ooc

[reallyoldguy.livejournal.com]

She smiles and says they already have.

Methos: *just as firm a grip, amused grin* Never been finer in all of history.

((*snarls at it*))

Re: ooc

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

He grins and hopes they make many more.

Evil!Five: *eyes glinting* Or the future, I assure you.

Re: ooc

[reallyoldguy.livejournal.com]

She says she does too.

Methos: *chuckles* I'll have to take your word for that for now.

Re: ooc

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

Evil!Five: I'm glad to know you believe it worth taking.

Re: ooc

[reallyoldguy.livejournal.com]

Methos: Well, when it's complimentary to me, of course I'll take it.

Re: ooc

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

Evil!Five: Selective trust, then?

Re: ooc

[reallyoldguy.livejournal.com]

Methos: Is there any other kind?

Re: ooc

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

Evil!Five: Just varying degrees of selectiveness, I suppose.

Re: ooc

[reallyoldguy.livejournal.com]

Methos: Sometimes I'm picky.

Re: ooc

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

Evil!Five: What times are those?

Re: ooc

[reallyoldguy.livejournal.com]

Methos: Most of them?

Re: ooc

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

Evil!Five: Something else in common, then.

Re: ooc

[reallyoldguy.livejournal.com]

Methos: Would you look at that?