[Fic] One Hour
Title: One Hour
Author: Kiarene
Pairings: 1x2x5
Rating: PG
Summary: "What would you do if you've only one hour to live?"
First Published: 10th July 2004
Disclaimer: Mine! ...not.
Feedback: I would love to hear from you. This was a random ficlet that occurred to me as I was reading another fic.
One Hour
"What would you do if you've only one hour to live?"
Wufei shifted painfully, wetting cracked lips with a swollen tongue as he thought. He probably had a broken rib, if not more. Talking would probably use up their fading energy faster and dehydrate them, but... They were as good as dead anyway. Wufei wet his lips and opened his mouth.
"The question is... irrelevant," a nasal voice cut in. Heero lay so still, eyes closed and breaths so shallow that he looked like a corpse. Almost as an afterthough, he rasped, "...baka."
The silence and darkness of their cell hung heavily around them, the only sounds in the small chamber was their laboured breathing. All three pilots had already been injured badly in the battle, and their captors were not especially gentle.
"Is not," Duo shot back weakly. "It's all... too relevant."
"I've never thought about it," Wufei admitted hoarsely. He gave a rusty laugh. "I've always thought I would die in battle, so I never thought about the possibility of a slow death."
"And you, Heero?" Duo asked when it appeared that Wufei wasn't going to say anything more.
"Like Wufei, I've never thought about it," Heero replied flatly. "Now shut up. You're wasting energy."
"Why bother? Nobody will riding to our rescue, at least not in time," Duo said. There was a dead, sombre tone to his voice, almost resigned, something the other two boys have never heard before from the normally hyper teenager. Wufei turned his head sharply to look at the American pilot, ignoring the ache the sudden movement caused.
"I... I first thought about it when ...the Maxwell Orphanage was burning down around me."
The other two boys were shocked; Duo rarely spoke about his past. Even Heero had opened his eyes to look at Duo.
"I was hiding under the bed... I heard the panicked screams and I smelled the smoke and I felt the heat -- I was so sure I was about to die." Duo continued in a monotone, his emotionless tone at odds with the words he spoke. "That probably saved me, even if I didn't realize it then. Lying on the floor under the bed
Author: Kiarene
Pairings: 1x2x5
Rating: PG
Summary: "What would you do if you've only one hour to live?"
First Published: 10th July 2004
Disclaimer: Mine! ...not.
Feedback: I would love to hear from you. This was a random ficlet that occurred to me as I was reading another fic.
One Hour
"What would you do if you've only one hour to live?"
Wufei shifted painfully, wetting cracked lips with a swollen tongue as he thought. He probably had a broken rib, if not more. Talking would probably use up their fading energy faster and dehydrate them, but... They were as good as dead anyway. Wufei wet his lips and opened his mouth.
"The question is... irrelevant," a nasal voice cut in. Heero lay so still, eyes closed and breaths so shallow that he looked like a corpse. Almost as an afterthough, he rasped, "...baka."
The silence and darkness of their cell hung heavily around them, the only sounds in the small chamber was their laboured breathing. All three pilots had already been injured badly in the battle, and their captors were not especially gentle.
"Is not," Duo shot back weakly. "It's all... too relevant."
"I've never thought about it," Wufei admitted hoarsely. He gave a rusty laugh. "I've always thought I would die in battle, so I never thought about the possibility of a slow death."
"And you, Heero?" Duo asked when it appeared that Wufei wasn't going to say anything more.
"Like Wufei, I've never thought about it," Heero replied flatly. "Now shut up. You're wasting energy."
"Why bother? Nobody will riding to our rescue, at least not in time," Duo said. There was a dead, sombre tone to his voice, almost resigned, something the other two boys have never heard before from the normally hyper teenager. Wufei turned his head sharply to look at the American pilot, ignoring the ache the sudden movement caused.
"I... I first thought about it when ...the Maxwell Orphanage was burning down around me."
The other two boys were shocked; Duo rarely spoke about his past. Even Heero had opened his eyes to look at Duo.
"I was hiding under the bed... I heard the panicked screams and I smelled the smoke and I felt the heat -- I was so sure I was about to die." Duo continued in a monotone, his emotionless tone at odds with the words he spoke. "That probably saved me, even if I didn't realize it then. Lying on the floor under the bed