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 Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 3:19 pm
“Take a left in half a mile onto Winterbourne.”
Dream relaxed back into his seat, comfortable amidst the cushioning that his tails provided for him. He enjoyed being coy on the best of days, and now that he was able to actually surprise Quinn for once he couldn’t help, but to grin. The ninetales checked his phone for directions once more before sliding it into the pocket of his tailored jacket.
Winter had never been Dream’s favorite season, but it gave him a good excuse to get his…friend? away for a little R&R. With the pressures of work he didn’t get to see him as often as he liked, and this might even give him a chance to repay his help for the Urban incident, as well as a little bonding time, of course.
Whatever that meant for him. Dream wasn’t sure where they stood at that point, and sometimes he found himself contemplating flirtatious actions and others he became extremely aggressive against the other. Solange was the only one he’d been able to voice it to, and all she’d done was grin back at him! The nerve!
So, thanks to the generosity of one of his clients, he’d been able to score a week’s stay at an exclusive lodge for half price! Skiing, hot springs, mountain views – the works. Not that he planned on spending much time in the snow himself; oh no, he’d be as snug as a bug in a rug indoors, preferably with a heater right at his feet.
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 4:44 pm
"A left, alright."
Quinn had been told to pack a weeks worth of clothes, preferably warm things and he'd done just that the bag thrown in the back along with his usual gear that he kept in his truck.
It was snowing off and on but fortunately it was barely anything so while not driving quickly, he wasn't at a snails pace either. The heater was cranked for Dream's benefit, and he had some music playing at a low volume that wouldn't detract from conversation.
Once in awhile a song he knew would come on and he'd croon along to it, just because he could and he enjoyed the look on Dreams face each time he did. He couldn't tell if it was fascination he could sing, or perhaps horror he was singing.
He took the proper turn, and as he did he blinked at the driver of the truck going the opposite direction. He recognized the man, a skip he'd been looking for quite some time now, and had managed to elude him for almost a year now.
Quinn could see he was recognized too as the truck suddenly turned with a spray of snow, and he swore under his breath. "Make sure you're buckled up tightly...this could get ugly."
One hand released his wheel long enough to reach under his seat and he withdrew a gun and set it next to them. "Truck behind us, dangerous convict I've been tracking for a year. Lost him six months ago, presumed out of the country and I didn't have the permits to get him. So he was home free. He's apparently back, and recognized me."
He barely got that out when the back window exploded on them, cold wintry air filling the cab of his truck. "s**t, Dream get down!" he half pulled the other teen down as he grabbed his gun and half turned firing behind, and sadly missing. His truck lurched as he was rammed from behind and he turned, fighting with his truck on the snow slick road.
Quinn's teeth gritted together as his knuckles tightened, truck rammed again and skidding a little putting him sideways. He opened his door gun raised and began firing at the headlights coming towards him head on.
"Dream, I'm sorry...I'm so sorry. Never wanted my work to hurt you. I lo..." Quinn went silent as the world around them filled with the sound of screeching metal, the door on the truck ripping away as they started to topple end over end. His gun at least had been dropped before impact and wasn't in the cab, even as snow filled it up.
He could hear an engine revving and tearing away as they lay at the base of a tree, truck upside down and the smell of diesel in the air. Quinn's mind swam....darkness taking over.
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 5:29 pm
Quinn's singing had been about as enjoyable as being forced to wear a bib at a seafood restaurant. If he closed his eyes the effect was nice, but he couldn't get over the horror of it all. Even his lopsided grin's couldn't mask the shudders.
Dream had been passively enjoying the scenery, vegging out to the easy lyrics of one of the songs until Quinn's curse caught his vague attention. "Hmm?" Of course, when he chose to look over all he saw was the gun, and naturally, he had to look behind him. ******** figured. "Naturally. It's like a Christmas miracle, isn't it?" He snarled and turned around in his seat just in time to be pulled down. Dream could feel the gunfire on through his tails, and had to take a deep breath to keep from panicking.
"Give me a gun! I'll pump his a** full of-" Scared and more than a little defensive, Dream was ready to take the guy out himself! He vaguely understood what winter conditions could mean for their driving, but he didn't concentrate on it. Not until the inevitable hit.
Everything was a blur to Dream. When he woke up he tried to remember what Quinn had said, but it had been cut off. He just remembered screaming and reaching for the larger teen before the world itself had been cut off.
He felt as if his gut was being cut in twain, and his body had never felt so cold. The flesh above his right eye and around his scalp had been cut, bruised and bloodied, but he was having a hard time trying to register it. Like the tops of his thighs, the glass had done the most damage to Dream and after assuring himself he was okay, he tried to free himself of his seatbelt.
When he finally managed to get his shaky hand to unclasp the belt he didn't fall far in the crumpled truck, but he did move far enough to brush up against another body. Quinn! Oh s**t, was he okay? He had to- Dream yelped, serious pain running in his head when his hair jerked him back. Looking over his shoulder he saw that most of the long hair was caught up in the metal and it took some fan dangling to rip and cut it out with a piece of broken off glass. The cold glass bit into his hand worse than any flame, but at least he was free to check on Quinn.
Not that he could get to him through the cab all that easy. He reached over to shake his shoulder. "Quinn? Quinn, wake up. Quinn!"
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 6:30 pm
His everything seemed to hurt. He hung there suspended in the truck as he felt a hand shaking him, the sound of his name filled with concern. Who...? Dream...that's right. A low groan came from him as he came more to his senses, one eye falling open as he looked at their situation from his current position. "I smell fuel..." that was bad. Very bad. "Get our bags if they're in the truck still, and try to get out of the cab." he began to fidget with his buckle, finding it was refusing to come undone. "s**t..." that was bad too. He struggled more, even as blood dripped from a cut at the side of his head, soaked up by his hair and falling from sodden strands. "Get out before the truck blows Dream." he reached and fumbled around the truck and found he was able to just barely get his bag out. "Food in here...survival gear. Take it...hike out. Get help." get clear of the blast radius! Quinn was resigned to the fact he was trapped in this damn thing. He couldn't pull as hard as he would normally, one arm was numb from more than snow until he moved it then it hurt like nothing else ever had. He was afraid to look at the arm for fear of seeing bone sticking out. His good hand though, it reached out and he suddenly dragged Dream close and he kissed him, softer than one would have expected from such a sudden yank, and he gave a sad smile. "Not how I'd planned to tell you I loved you, but there we have it. Now, get your a** out of here and get some help." his fingers brushed lightly over Dreams face before he forced the broken arm to move, and he reached into his pocket and withdrew a crushed box and held it out. "My Christmas gift to you..." he'd bought the other some earrings he'd been drooling over one day when they'd gone out to dinner. The smell was getting stronger, and he was worried the truck would blow up with them both in it. Not what he wanted to have happen at all. "Come on now, hurry up and continue till you get cell reception...call someone to come tow my helpless a** outta here." he was trying to keep the situation light in what he was sure was his last moments with Dream.
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 7:04 pm
"Fuel?" s**t, that wasn't good. Dream tried his hardest to smell it, but nothing, all he got was blood.
"Okay, look, you need to worry less about your s**t and more about yourself." Dream maneuvered around the glass and snow as best he could without cutting himself up too bad. He pushed on the door as hard as he could, and fidgeted with it some more. "I'm trying...it's just a lot..harder than I thought..." Now that he was semi-vertical the blood have moved down over his eye and it was harder to see.
Finally, he gave a good shove and pushed the door open enough for him to crawl out. Relieved, he turned around to face Quinn, and felt dread knot up in his gut. Why was he still in his seat?
The kiss had him by surprise, and when they pulled apart his breathing came out in ragged puffs. "You...you love me?" Dream gave Quinn an incredulous look. This...wha...realization started to set in for the bedraggled teen with every word the other spoke. Instead of turning to ice in his veins, the chill burned and Dream took Quinn's face in his hand, holding the box in his other. "I am not leaving this truck without you, do you hear me?" He kissed Quinn, his more desperate than the softer one of earlier, and when he pulled away his nose touched Quinn's. "Whatever is in this box, you are going to be alive to watch me open it, whether you like it or not."
Dream tried his hardest to get in an angle to grasp Quinn's belt latch, and with much grunting and tugging, he gave up with a huff. Without wasting time talking, he shimmied as close to his door as he could and pulled himself out into the snow. The shock of the frozen tundra on his naturally warm skin caused him to cry out. If hell existed, this was it!
Still, he managed to pulled himself up and around the tree to Quinn's side, where he knelt in the snow to fan-dangle with Quinn's door as well. Dream had never wanted to use fire so badly in his life, but if there really was fuel in the air...
His breathing was labored and his left eye was useless. Blood darkened the snow around his legs, but still he tried until he had the door open far enough. Now all he had to do was get Quinn free. "Survival...survival..." Like a light bulb, he rose up on frozen legs and moved around as best he could until he found the bag. There had to be a...where the ******** was it...holy s**t balls come on...ah-ha!
Dream dropped back down in the snow by Quinn after a while, his choppy hair falling around his eyes. "Can you cut yourself loose?" He held the knife he'd found up for inspection.
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 7:42 pm
Quinn laughed some, though it hurt to do so. Worried about his things not so much. About Dream surviving in the snow however yes he was very concerned about that simple fact.
"The snow if probably backed around the car. None of my abilities would even come close to helping right now either." he wasn't about to ask Dream to do something with fire what with the smell of fuel in the air.
Quinn hated the sight of the blood dripping into Dream's eyes, and the fact he was helpless to do anything to help him. Though he couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips at the others incredulous look. "Yeah I do. I love you Dream. I think I fell for you the night I waited outside the club to arrest you." he couldn't help a low laugh though it brought a pained groan from him as he did. Damn that hurt.
The desperate kiss surprised him and he returned it, tasting the blood that was mingled into the kiss, and gave a nod. "Alright Dream. Alright." he wasn't going to argue, though he thought it was a futile promise.
Hearing him cry out sent Quinn's blood on fire and he thrashed in his belt a little wanting to see what was causing the problems for the other. Was he in that much pain? He should have been out there with him not trapped by this damn buckle!
He could see the dark snow around Dream and his face grew worried with each passing moment. He was going to freeze...or bleed to death. s**t! His internalization was cut short when the knife was held out and he grasped it with his good hand and began to hack away at the belts, glad that it wasn't too far a fall. He managed to get his bag and got out of the truck and moved up next to Dream. "We gotta get out of here Dream." he yanked a blanket from the bag and got it around the others shoulders and managed to reach in and get the last of their stuff out, glad it'd been secured. The kit would keep them alive, their clothes from the bags warm.
He shouldered their things, and turned back to Dream, and gasped at the blood on the snow. "You can't walk..." he was too hurt in his opinion. Despite the broken arm he pulled Dream up into his arms, and started to wade through the snow. "Don't you die on me dammit."
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 8:06 pm
Only this close up did he get a look at Quinn's arm, and the sight wasn't pretty. He wanted to start shouting for anyone, someone, who just so happened to have a medical licence in the middle of the woods, but the more he thought on it the less helpful that sounded. This man loved him, somebody actually loved him, and then this happened...maybe he really was cursed.
Dream moved out of the way to help Quinn out, his boots tromping through the snow. When he was out, he snatched his own back, glad it was a duffle and not his suitcase for once. "I'm not going to die, dammit! Not anymore than you are." The lifting had been a shock, and yet a welcomed relief from his pained legs, but Quinn only had the one good arm. The other...it needed work and fast.
Struggling back out of his hold, he hissed when he fell, standing in the snow. The cold weather shock and the pain of lacerations and bruising was not getting any easier, but in his mind, Quinn had it worse. Dream turned back to the larger teen, and tossed his duffle back over his back, glad for the longer strap. "As appealing as being whisked off by you sounds, right now I don't think it's such a good idea. We need to get moving and you...you need to take it easy."
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 8:18 pm
Quinn had glanced at his arm and did see that there looked to be some bone peeking out and yet...he didn't care. Oh sure it hurt like a b***h, but the snow at least had the benefit of slightly numbing things a bit. That was helpful. He was glad that he was a big guy thanks to his Snorlax dna and that the cold wasn't affecting him too badly.
He was caught off balance as Dream got out of his arms, but he didn't press it. He merely gave a nod. "Alright, well we need to get back up to the road, and hope that a*****e is gone." of course his gun was gone too but he did still have the knife he'd cut his straps with so that was something at least. "You're bleeding a lot. More than I seem to be." of course it worried him.
He made the way up the slope, leading the way in case the guy was indeed still there. He'd be able to turn and protect Dream easier than Dream protecting him after all! Reaching the top of the hill he was glad to see the road was deserted and held his good arm out to help Dream up the rest of the way. "Coast is clear."
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 8:32 pm
Just looking at the bone coming from Quinn's arm turned Dream's stomach. His own problems seemed so small compared to that, and it was the promise he made to himself to see the hybrid taken care of that kept Dream moving through the snow. "You think he's still around?" That would...Dream didn't even want to think about it. "It's fine, it was just the glass. Clean cuts. As soon as we're far enough away from the truck I'll cauterize them." Which is the same thing he would do for Quinn, if the other boy didn't mind being intentionally burned on an open wound.
Climbing the slope was...tricky. Every time he'd get a good rhythm going, he'd trip, and by the time he saw Quinn's offered arm all pride was out the window. He grasped it and pulled himself up onto the road, only to squat down a moment later. Dream dug around in his pockets, for his phone and cursed. "My phones gone...must have slipped out when I was getting out of the cab..."
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 8:42 pm
"Not a bad idea. I want us somewhere a little more covered before I see to tending either of our wounds. You have a cut on your face that's bleeding too." he reached out once the other was beside him and brushed his hand over the blood wiping as much away as he could. This sort of thing didn't bother him as much as it could have and he supposed work had desensitized him to that sort of thing. Small blessings.
Quinn looked up and spotted a slight clearing in the trees and shifted his survival kit around and pulled out a flare gun and made sure it was loaded before he raised it up and pulled the trigger the glowing flare high in the air.
"That's a start." he looked back to the truck, could see the fire starting. "Come on lets get out of here quick before that thing blows." he reached up to his own face aware of the drying blood and picked a piece of glass out of his cheek and threw it down fresh blood trickling down his neck. His hair was already freezing. "Remember the rest of the directions to where we're going?" well best to ask. Maybe they weren't far off.
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 8:53 pm
"I-uh, yeah, well, you're - oh, well, okay, pull it out yourself." Dream was less than desensitized. He was a show pony, who had been trained for poke'mon battles where the worst thing that could happen was to faint and wake up in a Poke'center. This...this was starting to get hard to cope with.
"Hang on." Dream turned his back to dig around in it, and pulled out a thick, cashmere scarf. He wiped the fresh blood from Quinn's cheek and neck as best he could before wrapping the scarf around him, thankful for the extra length. Satisfied, he started to gimp down the road, only to turn his face towards Quinn, finally snapping, "How can you be so...so cavalier about this?! You almost died! Someone tried to shoot you, then run us down." Dream ran a hand through his now choppy hair, surprised to find it so short until he remembered why. "There's..urgh.." He kicked a pile of snow, then yelped for all his efforts, only sufficing in moving a bit of snow and making his leg sting more. "There is snow EVERYWHERE and I -...I still have this box, holy s**t." Dream felt the inside of his pocket and pulled out the crumpled box Quinn had given him in the cab.
The gesture sobered him somewhat, and made Dream let out a tired sign. "We're close, it's just about a mile and a half up the road."
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 9:11 pm
The scarf on his neck was nice and warm though he worried about bleeding on it...then resolved to just buy him a new one if the blood didn't wash out. Dream snapping though...it made him act the only way he could. He pulled the other to him, regardless of what Dream might do to him and hugged him close.
"I'm sorry. It's....well it's just part of my job Dream. People shoot at me, sometimes they hit me. Other times they stab me...this time it was running me off the road. I'm just sorry you got caught in the crossfire." that was definitely the biggest downside to his job, and why he hadn't attempted any sort of relationship before now.
Maybe he was stupid to try and have one given his line of work. Maybe...he just wasn't any good for Dream. "Can you make it that far?" he didn't know if anyone would see the flare, so he was prepared to make the walk. "If it wasn't too dangerous to do it here, I'd use surf and get us there. Just have you ride on my back." but he didn't want to ice over roads or anything. So that idea was out.
When he heard a car approaching, he reacted, putting himself between Dream and danger, only to hear an older woman speaking. "You boys look like you could use a ride into town, get in before you freeze." taking another look at the pair she frowned. "You also look like you could use a doctor. I can take you to the hospital. It's only about a mile and a half up the road." at least she was going there way!
He turned to Dream. "Come on...better than walking." much!
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Posted: Sun Dec 22, 2013 7:24 pm
Dream fought his hold like a cat, but he knew between the cold and his injuries that his efforts were half-assed. "Well, you have a shitty a** job!" The more he fought the weaker his legs got, and the more he was forced to lean on Quinn, which just annoyed him further. "And stop apologizing! I'm not mad because I ruined a perfectly good pair of slacks, I'm ******** pissed because you're hurt, jackass. That's what you do when someone you loves gets shot at."
He grumbled and started to walk, hanging his head away from Quinn. Some smooth talker he was! Sure, he could talk the panties off a room full of women, but when it counted he muddled it up. Dream didn't trust himself to say anything else to fix it. He was still scared, angry and upset. It would only make things worse.
Still, he felt mounds of relief when he peered around Quinn at the older woman. There wasn't a chance he could have made it that far on his own. "You can have shot gun, there's more leg room." As Dream got closer to the car, he gave a charmed thank you to the older woman inside and slid as best he could into the back seat, stretching his legs out as best he could into the other seat.
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Posted: Tue Dec 24, 2013 12:36 am
Quinn felt Dream fighting against the hold, the clinging hug he was being given but he couldn't help it! Dream's spat out words about the opinion of his job, while not utterly surprising were still hard to hear. He loved his job. But...he loved Dream too. He was suddenly feeling caught between a rock and a hard place even if Dream hadn't meant to do that. It was the explanation for the anger that stopped Quinn's internal agonizing about the way things were going, and he couldn't help the sudden s**t eating grin that crept onto his face. "You love me too? Really?" why yes, he was more than a little surprised the other actually felt the same way! Though...maybe not. Not the way he'd pulled away and was behaving now. Maybe the words had slipped out? It left Quinn...confused to say the least. He was getting some very mixed signals from Dream now. Though given everything they'd been through in the last little bit it was no wonder. Maybe once they'd both gotten their injuries seen to, and had calmed down a little, things would make more sense...and in a good way. With surprising silence he fell in behind Dream to start walking when that car had pulled up. There was no argument from Quinn when Dream told him to take the front seat. He merely held the back door open silently and waited till the other was in and carefully eased himself in a quiet murmur of thanks given to the woman. At least the thanks from the backseat had brought a bigger smile to the woman's face. The trip was so much quicker by car than walking, but it still surprised Quinn when they got there so quick. The woman ran inside and out came a couple of gurneys though they took one look at Quinn and went pale. How would he fit on their stuff. "Don't worry about me. Fix him up first." he pointed to Dream in the back. He could handle his issues being seen to eventually. Dream looked worse than he himself felt, so a little delay was nothing to him. Even if the other teen didn't love him, didn't mean he wanted to see him hurt!
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Posted: Thu Dec 26, 2013 6:45 pm
Dream hadn't answered Quinn. He couldn't without blabbering something that would make the other boy think he was insane. He loved him, but he was mad. Not mad at him, mad at the world, mad at the guy who tried to kill them, mad at the truck, mad at himself for not being able to scoop him up and take them both away!
He tried not to sleep in the car, but the sudden warmth and comfort, with added help from the blood loss, made it nearly impossible for him not to doze. Dream hadn't even started to wake up until he felt hands sliding him backwards into the cold, and he came fully awake with a start. He tried to fight them, but an orderly held him down, despite his firey growl. As soon as he saw who it was though, he calmed somewhat. "Hey, wait-" Dream tried to roll onto his side, but was held down once more as he was wheeled away from Quinn. s**t, s**t, s**t!
"I told you to STOP, s**t HEAD." A wall of flame engulfed the gurney, though Dream had enough control to keep it isolated to himself. It did it's job. Sprinklers went off, and the nurses had fled away from him. "If you get so much as a breath closer to me without having him with you I will slice your balls off with the glass in my leg and make you choke on them." Dream growled.
Then, without pausing, he turned his upper half back to the car and the other nurses. "Get him inside, NOW."
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