[doctor who] challenge 12: Mickey/Jake
Took some creative license with the prompt, since this was originally in a commentfic fest. I'm hoping that's all right.
Title: Detonation
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Mickey/Jake
Word Count: 292
Challenge: 12. “set fire to the streets”
Blood and adrenaline pounds through Mickey's head as he follows Jake down the corridor, fast as they can run. All the Cybermen seem incapacitated, but neither Mickey nor Jake wants to find out the hard way if this isn't the case. There's a countdown ticking away on Mickey's phone, giving them just enough time to get clear of the place before an easily-missed but rather important piece of machinery malfunctions and causes the whole place to blow.
But the halls are clear, save for a few collapsed shells, moaning eerily in cybernetic voices. Mickey almost trips over one once, and jumps a foot in the air, suppressing the urge to shriek like a 1950s housewife. Jake turns and shoots him an expression of disdain and then nearly trips over another malfunctioning Cyberman, and then they both keep running because there is hardly time for disputes now.
They sprint out the factory doors with ten seconds to spare, and then Mickey throws himself at Jake to push them both off the road and down a short grassy slope. In his pocket, the timer beeps urgently to zero, and then the boom of the factory exploding fills the air and his ears. He's dazed for a moment, but then Jake's pulling him to his feet and they're coughing in the dust and smoke, staring back at the mangled, burning remains of the factory with the beginnings of glee.
Mickey whoops, and then Jake grabs him by the shirt and kisses him. And it all makes sense then, standing at the side of the road, covered in dust and smoke and sweat and blood, full of triumph over their latest victory, that Mickey grin as widely as his jaw will let him, and kiss back.
Title: Detonation
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Mickey/Jake
Word Count: 292
Challenge: 12. “set fire to the streets”
Blood and adrenaline pounds through Mickey's head as he follows Jake down the corridor, fast as they can run. All the Cybermen seem incapacitated, but neither Mickey nor Jake wants to find out the hard way if this isn't the case. There's a countdown ticking away on Mickey's phone, giving them just enough time to get clear of the place before an easily-missed but rather important piece of machinery malfunctions and causes the whole place to blow.
But the halls are clear, save for a few collapsed shells, moaning eerily in cybernetic voices. Mickey almost trips over one once, and jumps a foot in the air, suppressing the urge to shriek like a 1950s housewife. Jake turns and shoots him an expression of disdain and then nearly trips over another malfunctioning Cyberman, and then they both keep running because there is hardly time for disputes now.
They sprint out the factory doors with ten seconds to spare, and then Mickey throws himself at Jake to push them both off the road and down a short grassy slope. In his pocket, the timer beeps urgently to zero, and then the boom of the factory exploding fills the air and his ears. He's dazed for a moment, but then Jake's pulling him to his feet and they're coughing in the dust and smoke, staring back at the mangled, burning remains of the factory with the beginnings of glee.
Mickey whoops, and then Jake grabs him by the shirt and kisses him. And it all makes sense then, standing at the side of the road, covered in dust and smoke and sweat and blood, full of triumph over their latest victory, that Mickey grin as widely as his jaw will let him, and kiss back.