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[#103] We Got Fun and Games (Original)
Theme Prompt: #103 – The Jungle
Title: We Got Fun and Games
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 830
Summary: Robert is starting to regret taking this job.
“Are you sure you need all of that?”
The humidity sticks to Robert’s skin as he rearranges his pack on his shoulders, shifting to make sure the weight fits comfortably. Their trek through the jungle to get to their destination is a struggle enough as it is. The doctor he’s escorting needing to transport all her medical supplies this last stretch that’s not traversable by car is not something he planned for.
“Yes. These medical supplies are essential.” Doctor Rollins hems and haws as she stares at the back of the truck, trying to determine what would be best to prioritize. “This village doesn’t have much.”
Robert huffs, before pulling off his pack and seeing what space he has. When she hired him for this job, he wasn’t aware that roads were going to be washed out from the latest river flood. But now they’re too far in turning back before dark, and this part of the jungle isn’t suitable for camping.
“Let’s try to think of this another way. If we stash the Jeep somewhere nearby, what do you think will be the most immediate need? We can gather help and come back for the rest later.” Rollins seems uncertain, and he rolls his eyes. “You’re a doctor, aren’t you? Triage.”
Her uncertain look turns to a glare as she takes that personally, before rolling her eyes and reaching for some boxes. “Can you take some of it?”
“Yeah. I can fit a few boxes of something.”
“Good.” She passes him boxes of medical supplies out of the back of the jeep, light boxes that contain God knows what. “Tell me when to stop.”
After rearranging a few things, he gets what he can, and she loads up a backpack of her own and slings it over her shoulder. “Okay. Let’s go.”
“Finally,” Robert mutters under his breath, before heading into the trees. Hopefully, they can make it their in one piece.
* * * * *
The thing about the jungle is that it’s never silent. There’s always some kind of activity happening, whether it’s chattering birds, buzzing insects or the sound of the wind through the trees. That’s why, when the noise suddenly drops off, he stops in his tracks.
“What?” Rollins asks, before he can turn and clamp a hand over her mouth. They’re near one of the nearby creeks to the river, still swollen from last night’s rains. His eyes scan over the terrain, looking for some kind of trouble, but he can’t read the signs. All he knows is that the silence isn’t a good one.
“It’s too quiet.”
The doc has the good sense to keep her mouth shut after that. He removes his hand from her mouth and gestures for her hand, easing their way quietly across the creek. Slippery rocks stick out over the water and he carefully leads, stepping firmly to make sure they’re in fact rocks before guiding her across. They’re about halfway there when he hears a gasp from behind him, and her hand in his tightens.
“What?” he asks, and when he turns, he sees what she sees. The water ripples, and the large body that he might have mistaken for a rock, were it not for the slight expansion and retract of its ribs. A gator, most likely, and a big one. And they had stumbled right into its territory.
While alligators seem slow to get started, he knows they can move lightning fast when they need to be. Which means they need to be faster. He stares the animal down, knowing that with the body there, the muzzle isn’t far behind. “On my signal, you run as fast as you can to the other side and up the embankment. Do you understand?”
Rollins nods slowly, eyes still fixed on the alligator, almost as though if she looks away, it’s going to rear up and eat her.
“Rollins?”
“Yeah,” she answers verbally, her eyes snapping briefly to her guide and nodding. “Yeah, I got it.”
“Good.” He takes a breath before looking at the path ahead. “Three… two… one… go!”
They both fall into a dead sprint, jogging across the rocks as elegantly as possible while also trying not to slip. Once their feet hit the shore, their gait is stronger, powering up the embankment and out of reach of the gator. The gator, unimpressed, doesn’t even bother to follow them.
He must have already eaten today. Lucky them.
As they slow to a stop to catch their breaths, Rollins doubles over, hands on her knees. “That’s lucky. Were we just lucky?”
Robert laughs before nodding. “Yeah. I’d say we were pretty damn lucky.”
Rollins smiles, before straightening again and preparing to walk. “So. How much further do we have to go?”
Robert nods as business resumes, and he gestures down the other side of the hill. “Not far. After you.”
And as she turns to head past him, he catches himself thinking that maybe this job isn’t such a bad one after all.
Title: We Got Fun and Games
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 830
Summary: Robert is starting to regret taking this job.
“Are you sure you need all of that?”
The humidity sticks to Robert’s skin as he rearranges his pack on his shoulders, shifting to make sure the weight fits comfortably. Their trek through the jungle to get to their destination is a struggle enough as it is. The doctor he’s escorting needing to transport all her medical supplies this last stretch that’s not traversable by car is not something he planned for.
“Yes. These medical supplies are essential.” Doctor Rollins hems and haws as she stares at the back of the truck, trying to determine what would be best to prioritize. “This village doesn’t have much.”
Robert huffs, before pulling off his pack and seeing what space he has. When she hired him for this job, he wasn’t aware that roads were going to be washed out from the latest river flood. But now they’re too far in turning back before dark, and this part of the jungle isn’t suitable for camping.
“Let’s try to think of this another way. If we stash the Jeep somewhere nearby, what do you think will be the most immediate need? We can gather help and come back for the rest later.” Rollins seems uncertain, and he rolls his eyes. “You’re a doctor, aren’t you? Triage.”
Her uncertain look turns to a glare as she takes that personally, before rolling her eyes and reaching for some boxes. “Can you take some of it?”
“Yeah. I can fit a few boxes of something.”
“Good.” She passes him boxes of medical supplies out of the back of the jeep, light boxes that contain God knows what. “Tell me when to stop.”
After rearranging a few things, he gets what he can, and she loads up a backpack of her own and slings it over her shoulder. “Okay. Let’s go.”
“Finally,” Robert mutters under his breath, before heading into the trees. Hopefully, they can make it their in one piece.
The thing about the jungle is that it’s never silent. There’s always some kind of activity happening, whether it’s chattering birds, buzzing insects or the sound of the wind through the trees. That’s why, when the noise suddenly drops off, he stops in his tracks.
“What?” Rollins asks, before he can turn and clamp a hand over her mouth. They’re near one of the nearby creeks to the river, still swollen from last night’s rains. His eyes scan over the terrain, looking for some kind of trouble, but he can’t read the signs. All he knows is that the silence isn’t a good one.
“It’s too quiet.”
The doc has the good sense to keep her mouth shut after that. He removes his hand from her mouth and gestures for her hand, easing their way quietly across the creek. Slippery rocks stick out over the water and he carefully leads, stepping firmly to make sure they’re in fact rocks before guiding her across. They’re about halfway there when he hears a gasp from behind him, and her hand in his tightens.
“What?” he asks, and when he turns, he sees what she sees. The water ripples, and the large body that he might have mistaken for a rock, were it not for the slight expansion and retract of its ribs. A gator, most likely, and a big one. And they had stumbled right into its territory.
While alligators seem slow to get started, he knows they can move lightning fast when they need to be. Which means they need to be faster. He stares the animal down, knowing that with the body there, the muzzle isn’t far behind. “On my signal, you run as fast as you can to the other side and up the embankment. Do you understand?”
Rollins nods slowly, eyes still fixed on the alligator, almost as though if she looks away, it’s going to rear up and eat her.
“Rollins?”
“Yeah,” she answers verbally, her eyes snapping briefly to her guide and nodding. “Yeah, I got it.”
“Good.” He takes a breath before looking at the path ahead. “Three… two… one… go!”
They both fall into a dead sprint, jogging across the rocks as elegantly as possible while also trying not to slip. Once their feet hit the shore, their gait is stronger, powering up the embankment and out of reach of the gator. The gator, unimpressed, doesn’t even bother to follow them.
He must have already eaten today. Lucky them.
As they slow to a stop to catch their breaths, Rollins doubles over, hands on her knees. “That’s lucky. Were we just lucky?”
Robert laughs before nodding. “Yeah. I’d say we were pretty damn lucky.”
Rollins smiles, before straightening again and preparing to walk. “So. How much further do we have to go?”
Robert nods as business resumes, and he gestures down the other side of the hill. “Not far. After you.”
And as she turns to head past him, he catches himself thinking that maybe this job isn’t such a bad one after all.
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