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[#142] Crash Landing (MDZS)
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Theme Prompt: #142 - Teamwork
Title: Crash Landing
Fandom: MDZS
Rating/Warnings: Gen, Only the annoying character is dead.
Bonus: Yup.
Word Count: 1,000 words.
Summary: When their plane crashes they have to work together to survive. If they don't get eaten.
“That was fucking crazy,” Jiang Cheng grumbled, rubbing his sore ribcage. “I’m surprised we’re alive.”
“Too bad that can’t be said for the pilot,” Wei Wuxian observed, fishing his goggles from a pile of smoking debris.
It was true, Jiang Cheng reflected. The cockpit had been roughly the size of an office cubicle. It was now the size of a can of tuna.
“Maybe they ejected?”
Wei Wuxian scoffed, but didn’t waste his time spouting statistics. They could clearly see there was only one parachute in the sky and it wasn’t the pilot's. Wei Wuxian fidgeted with his goggles. He polished them against his coveralls and tested them, finally nodding in satisfaction.
Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes and continued sifting through debris from the failed aircraft. Black box, radio, water, rations. Those were the correct priorities.
“Who was piloting this thing?” He asked.
“Jin Zixun,” Nie Huaisang announced, jogging a bit as he touched down.
He came to a stop and stepped clear of his parachute. He shimmied out of the ‘chute’s harness, patting himself down. Aside from wind-blown hair and a few wrinkles, the navigator was otherwise unharmed.
“He took Jin Zixuan’s spot just before the final checklist.”
“That’s fucked up,” Jiang Cheng swore, grimacing as his ribs twinged. “What idiot put a Jin in the pilot seat of an untested, five-hundred million dollar aircraft? It was supposed to be that Qin lady. She had the best scores in the simulation.”
Nie Huaisang shrugged.
“Fucking perfect,” Jiang Cheng glared at what remained of the fuselage, scattered on the tideline. “Was it the fuel?” He turned to Wei Wuxian. “Weren’t you testing a new mix?”
“Could be? A proprietary flexfuel for the whole Jin Corps fleet. Trucks, planes, rockets, and ships.”
“Fuck,” Jiang Cheng whispered. “I wasn’t told that.”
“You wouldn’t have gotten on the plane, Jiang-xiong,” Nie Huaisang said, patting himself down. “And you’re the only mechanic with a high enough rating.”
He grinned happily when he located his precious fan in a pocket of his coveralls. “How are we going to get out of here?”
“I think I can rig a flare at least,” Wei Wuxian suggested, rubbing his nose. “It should reach cruising altitude. If there’s some fuel left.”
“Can you do it without blowing up this island?” Jiang Cheng raised an eyebrow. “It’s not like we have somewhere to go if you burn it down.”
The soot-stained engineer shrugged, then flipped his braid over one shoulder and adjusted his goggles. “It’s not like it’s rocket science.”
Jiang Cheng very carefully did not pulverize his teeth with how hard he was clenching his jaw. “It is literally rocket science!”
Wei Wuxian blinked, his eyes comically large behind the goggles. He laughed until he wheezed. “It is! For a second there, I forgot!”
Nie Huaisang unfurled his fan as he sidled up to Jiang Cheng. “Jiang-xiong,” he whispered behind the fan. “Are you sure he didn’t hit his head when we crashed?”
“No,” Jiang Cheng hissed, making a deliberate effort to release the tension in his jaw and shoulders. “He's always like this. He’s probably okay, but isn’t that scarier? If he cracked his skull in the crash, we’d never know.”
“I can hear you, you know!” Wei Wuxian stood up, glaring at them both. “I’m fine.”
Nie Huaisang snapped his fan shut and smiled brightly. “Of course, Wei-xiong! I didn’t doubt you at all. But you can’t fault me for being concerned. That wasn’t exactly a mere ‘bumpy landing’.”
The trio stared at the ocean stretching out around them. A breeze ruffled the waves, tangled in the trees beyond the beach. A solitary gull flew over head. Aside from the wreckage of the test plane, there was nothing else. They were alone on an unnamed island, with no way off. The sun was beginning to set.
“On the plus side, Da-ge is already looking for us and won’t stop until he finds us,” Nie Huaisang said at last.
Wei Wuxian groaned, falling over backwards into the sand. He grunted, plucked a shell out from under his butt, and tossed it down the beach. “Can you imagine if a Jin were stranded, too? We’d be way worse off.” He tucked his hands under his head. “At least it’s just us.”
“Very touching, Wei-xiong. But I’d rather not be stranded at all, thank you.” Nie Huaisang gave the sand a scrutinizing look before deigning to sit down. “What do you think, Jiang-xiong?”
“I think we need food, water, and shelter before the sun sets. We don’t know if the temperature will drop or if there’s anything here that can eat us,” Jiang Cheng retorted, scanning the tree line.
“That’s my shidi for you,” Wei Wuxian laughed. “We just crashed. Instead of freaking out, Chengcheng is already planning the next steps.”
“That’s why he’s the best,” Nie Huaisang agreed.
Howls came from the trees, where the shadows were already longer. The two men scrabbled up to their feet, putting Jiang Cheng between them and the forest.
Disgusted, Jiang Cheng stomped off towards the crater. Wei Wuxian and Nie Huaisang scrabbled after him.
“Unbelievable,” Jiang Cheng muttered. “Nowhere in my job description does it say ‘babysitter’.”
“I’m positive that isn't true,” Nie Huaisang said, keeping one hand around Jiang Cheng’s belt. “You were hired at the same time Wei-xiong and I were. Madam Jin wouldn’t hire Wei-xiong, no offense Wei-xiong, without assurances someone would be held accountable. And Da-ge would put you in charge in a heartbeat if he couldn’t be in charge himself. He trust you more than me.”
Jiang Cheng came to a dead stop, considering the likelihood. “I need to negotiate a raise,” he decided. “That makes entirely too much sense.”
“Get me out of here alive and I’ll help,” Nie Huaisang promised.
More howling and Wei Wuxian jumped into Jiang Cheng’s arms. “Shidi, it’s not dogs is it?”
And Jiang Cheng couldn’t be angry at him, either.
“Don’t worry,” Jiang Cheng said, trudging along. “We’ll be fine.”
Theme Prompt: #142 - Teamwork
Title: Crash Landing
Fandom: MDZS
Rating/Warnings: Gen, Only the annoying character is dead.
Bonus: Yup.
Word Count: 1,000 words.
Summary: When their plane crashes they have to work together to survive. If they don't get eaten.
“That was fucking crazy,” Jiang Cheng grumbled, rubbing his sore ribcage. “I’m surprised we’re alive.”
“Too bad that can’t be said for the pilot,” Wei Wuxian observed, fishing his goggles from a pile of smoking debris.
It was true, Jiang Cheng reflected. The cockpit had been roughly the size of an office cubicle. It was now the size of a can of tuna.
“Maybe they ejected?”
Wei Wuxian scoffed, but didn’t waste his time spouting statistics. They could clearly see there was only one parachute in the sky and it wasn’t the pilot's. Wei Wuxian fidgeted with his goggles. He polished them against his coveralls and tested them, finally nodding in satisfaction.
Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes and continued sifting through debris from the failed aircraft. Black box, radio, water, rations. Those were the correct priorities.
“Who was piloting this thing?” He asked.
“Jin Zixun,” Nie Huaisang announced, jogging a bit as he touched down.
He came to a stop and stepped clear of his parachute. He shimmied out of the ‘chute’s harness, patting himself down. Aside from wind-blown hair and a few wrinkles, the navigator was otherwise unharmed.
“He took Jin Zixuan’s spot just before the final checklist.”
“That’s fucked up,” Jiang Cheng swore, grimacing as his ribs twinged. “What idiot put a Jin in the pilot seat of an untested, five-hundred million dollar aircraft? It was supposed to be that Qin lady. She had the best scores in the simulation.”
Nie Huaisang shrugged.
“Fucking perfect,” Jiang Cheng glared at what remained of the fuselage, scattered on the tideline. “Was it the fuel?” He turned to Wei Wuxian. “Weren’t you testing a new mix?”
“Could be? A proprietary flexfuel for the whole Jin Corps fleet. Trucks, planes, rockets, and ships.”
“Fuck,” Jiang Cheng whispered. “I wasn’t told that.”
“You wouldn’t have gotten on the plane, Jiang-xiong,” Nie Huaisang said, patting himself down. “And you’re the only mechanic with a high enough rating.”
He grinned happily when he located his precious fan in a pocket of his coveralls. “How are we going to get out of here?”
“I think I can rig a flare at least,” Wei Wuxian suggested, rubbing his nose. “It should reach cruising altitude. If there’s some fuel left.”
“Can you do it without blowing up this island?” Jiang Cheng raised an eyebrow. “It’s not like we have somewhere to go if you burn it down.”
The soot-stained engineer shrugged, then flipped his braid over one shoulder and adjusted his goggles. “It’s not like it’s rocket science.”
Jiang Cheng very carefully did not pulverize his teeth with how hard he was clenching his jaw. “It is literally rocket science!”
Wei Wuxian blinked, his eyes comically large behind the goggles. He laughed until he wheezed. “It is! For a second there, I forgot!”
Nie Huaisang unfurled his fan as he sidled up to Jiang Cheng. “Jiang-xiong,” he whispered behind the fan. “Are you sure he didn’t hit his head when we crashed?”
“No,” Jiang Cheng hissed, making a deliberate effort to release the tension in his jaw and shoulders. “He's always like this. He’s probably okay, but isn’t that scarier? If he cracked his skull in the crash, we’d never know.”
“I can hear you, you know!” Wei Wuxian stood up, glaring at them both. “I’m fine.”
Nie Huaisang snapped his fan shut and smiled brightly. “Of course, Wei-xiong! I didn’t doubt you at all. But you can’t fault me for being concerned. That wasn’t exactly a mere ‘bumpy landing’.”
The trio stared at the ocean stretching out around them. A breeze ruffled the waves, tangled in the trees beyond the beach. A solitary gull flew over head. Aside from the wreckage of the test plane, there was nothing else. They were alone on an unnamed island, with no way off. The sun was beginning to set.
“On the plus side, Da-ge is already looking for us and won’t stop until he finds us,” Nie Huaisang said at last.
Wei Wuxian groaned, falling over backwards into the sand. He grunted, plucked a shell out from under his butt, and tossed it down the beach. “Can you imagine if a Jin were stranded, too? We’d be way worse off.” He tucked his hands under his head. “At least it’s just us.”
“Very touching, Wei-xiong. But I’d rather not be stranded at all, thank you.” Nie Huaisang gave the sand a scrutinizing look before deigning to sit down. “What do you think, Jiang-xiong?”
“I think we need food, water, and shelter before the sun sets. We don’t know if the temperature will drop or if there’s anything here that can eat us,” Jiang Cheng retorted, scanning the tree line.
“That’s my shidi for you,” Wei Wuxian laughed. “We just crashed. Instead of freaking out, Chengcheng is already planning the next steps.”
“That’s why he’s the best,” Nie Huaisang agreed.
Howls came from the trees, where the shadows were already longer. The two men scrabbled up to their feet, putting Jiang Cheng between them and the forest.
Disgusted, Jiang Cheng stomped off towards the crater. Wei Wuxian and Nie Huaisang scrabbled after him.
“Unbelievable,” Jiang Cheng muttered. “Nowhere in my job description does it say ‘babysitter’.”
“I’m positive that isn't true,” Nie Huaisang said, keeping one hand around Jiang Cheng’s belt. “You were hired at the same time Wei-xiong and I were. Madam Jin wouldn’t hire Wei-xiong, no offense Wei-xiong, without assurances someone would be held accountable. And Da-ge would put you in charge in a heartbeat if he couldn’t be in charge himself. He trust you more than me.”
Jiang Cheng came to a dead stop, considering the likelihood. “I need to negotiate a raise,” he decided. “That makes entirely too much sense.”
“Get me out of here alive and I’ll help,” Nie Huaisang promised.
More howling and Wei Wuxian jumped into Jiang Cheng’s arms. “Shidi, it’s not dogs is it?”
And Jiang Cheng couldn’t be angry at him, either.
“Don’t worry,” Jiang Cheng said, trudging along. “We’ll be fine.”
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I love that Wei Wuxian is *still* making jokes, even after they crashed a plane and someone died and they're all stranded on a deserted island. He absolutely would, and it's very funny
Also Jiang Cheng hearing that he *is* in fact a babysitter (sort of) and just going "oh... I need to negotiate a raise" had me laughing out loud
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