Of shadows and pub runs minigolfnsushi

[lone_defender]

Three weeks in, Rose is starting to wonder if this whole...find someone with the Doctor's face, kidnap him on a pretty thin excuse...skip a step and profit in some way she hasn't figured out...isn't just a really stupid idea. Or not worth the effort.

Especially when a cranky would-be drunken vampire slayer won't stop pressing the call button at two in the morning when she's trying to concentrate on writing reports she wouldn't have to write if not for him in the first place.

Yep, those are times it's hard to think charitably about him.

It's also difficult when the call button is a midori emergency. At two in the morning after the pubs have closed and she'll have to exert Torchwood influence to get any. And he won't let her go on her own for whatever ridiculous reason or another. Maybe to irritate her.

She's cutting him off next week. That's it.

"Get in the car."

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[lone-defender.livejournal.com]

He's really starting to make her a bit antsy with all of his twitching, like a drug addict going into withdrawals and not...someone deprived of his alcohol for a very short time. Well, it's...either he's making her anxious or something else is. But she doesn't see anything in the rear view mirror, she's not catching anything in her peripheral vision as she drives that she can't immediately identify.

Everything is calm. Everything on the street is calm...and silent...and unmoving.

They're in the middle of London. And it's quiet.

"Peter, d'you have your seat belt on? Cos I swear..."

[minigolfnsushi.livejournal.com]

"Why would I have a seat belt on? When I said you were a shit driver, I was only jo-" Something moved in the rear-view mirror. His eyes darted to it, then to the right side mirror.

"Rose," he began calmly, twisting the bottle around in his hand to hold it by the neck. "Pull over, please."

[lone-defender.livejournal.com]

She grits her teeth. See? This is why she always berates him about wearing the bloody thing, and he still refuses to. Admission about her driving skills or not.

"Peter. Buckle in." Because they can still outrun it, she's sure. She's outrun faster with less notice, and she's not facing down a Shadowling-thing in the middle of the night without back up. She's not. She's going to lose it, go home, and make it abundantly clear they're never doing this again.

[minigolfnsushi.livejournal.com]

"Rose. You're not gonna outrun it. It's in the back seat."

He's practically twisted around backward, half-sitting on the dash, his feet pressed against the seat, a bottle of midori in one hand, and a the other is rifling around in his coat pocket.

[lone-defender.livejournal.com]

Oh, brilliant. Right. New plan. "Yeah, I know, now buckle in." It's still got weight and mass unless it's phasing--in which case they can outrun it--and they've got a better fighting chance if it's fifty feet ahead of them instead of trying to get out of the car while it's in the backseat.

Yeah, right now that's her best plan.

[minigolfnsushi.livejournal.com]

"I am no-" He paused, mouth still half open, giving her an incredulous look.

Oh. That was her plan. "Fffffuck."

He twisted in the seat, trying to ignore the pointedly materializing figure in the back. He snapped on his seat-belt, and clung to his midori, watching her.

[lone-defender.livejournal.com]

Yes. It's not the best plan, but it'll work. They have only a few moments to do this...a few for it to solidify and then a moment or two before it strikes or cottons on. Good job Cybus Auto's known for its excellent accelerators.

one...two...three...

She slams on the brakes just as the figure behind her becomes opaque. They've got air bags and seatbelts. It doesn't. Serves it right for going after her charge.

[minigolfnsushi.livejournal.com]

The seatbelt locks in around him, and he can feel the forces tugging him forward. He clings to his midori like a mother to it's child. The thing in the backseat isn't so lucky.

It's corporal now, and the forces shoot it forward, cracking into the windshield and shattering the glass. It sprawls out, clinging to the hood.

"Fuckfuckfuck."

[lone-defender.livejournal.com]

She'd hoped it would have gone further, but honestly, outside and clinging to the hood is better than in the backseat. She fights down the shock and urge to recoil from the sudden stop. She fights with the air bag a bit, still superior to her own universe's air bags, and undoes her belt.

"Move!" That space advantage isn't going to last long before it becomes a disadvantage.