Post by Seek on Apr 14, 2013 6:47:48 GMT 10
Title: Strange Land III
Rating: PG
Word Count: 537 words.
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 1A
Summary: AU, crossover with Narnia. A flashback; Alanna and Jon are on their way back from the Black City when they are pulled into a strange land.
Warnings: None.
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Jon laughed, as a small wave of water crashed down on Alanna as she sat by the pool of water, drenching her. She glared at him; he stood knee-deep in the water. He hadn't even bothered to remove his clothing, the sun would dry it out fast enough. "This means war," Alanna muttered. She'd managed--quite thankfully--to scrounge up her clothes after the fight with the Ysandir, and now she leapt into the oasis, cutting through the water with firm, strong strokes. Coram had taught her and Thom to swim at Trebond when they were young, and so she'd always been a strong swimmer. "Oh, you're going to regret this, Jon," she splashed him back, and dunked him under.
He fought back; they played in the water, laughing as they drenched each other until their hair was plastered in strands to their faces and their clothing was entirely soaked through. The cool water was a welcome change from the desert heart, and Alanna knew she would regret not even having removed her boots later on.
All of a sudden, Alanna felt a tug. The next moment, the still water was now moving, swirling around and around. "Jon!" Alanna cried out, trying to make for the rocks at the edge of the oasis. The current was growing stronger and stronger, pulling her along, and there was no way to fight it. Jon, too, was struggling, she realised, as the water whipped around and around, corkscrewing downwards and dragging them for the ride. A hole was opening up below, like water funneling down a drainage hole, as the whirlpool that had formed dragged them further and further down into the gaping vortex. Alanna was getting dizzy; black spots danced in her vision, and she wasn't sure if it was from the movement, or from the lack of air as she fought to breathe.
She couldn't even tell where the bottom of the oasis was anymore. There was blackness below, and for a moment, she wondered where sand and solid rock had gone.
"Alanna!" she heard him cry out, and then the pull subsided. Alanna kicked out, her lungs burning, and she broke the surface of the water with a gasp, sucking in air into her starving lungs. A few moments later, Jon's head broke the surface of the water. She felt the chill next, a chill that sank deep into her limbs and threatened to make motion sluggish. They were in a freezing pond, Alanna realised, with no indication at all as to how they'd gotten here from an oasis. It didn't matter. If they didn't get out soon, the ice would close in on them, and they would catch a chill and die in the water. She forced herself to clamber out of the hole in the ice, her fingers turning clumsy, praying all the while that the rest of the ice would support her weight. It did.
Having done that, she turned to help Jon. "Thanks," he said. He was so cold his teeth chattered. "H-h-how d-d-id you m-man-nage that?"
"I lived in Trebond, Jon. Winters are harsher there and I fell into holes in the ice many times. Let's get a fire started."
"Y-yes, let's."
Rating: PG
Word Count: 537 words.
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 1A
Summary: AU, crossover with Narnia. A flashback; Alanna and Jon are on their way back from the Black City when they are pulled into a strange land.
Warnings: None.
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Jon laughed, as a small wave of water crashed down on Alanna as she sat by the pool of water, drenching her. She glared at him; he stood knee-deep in the water. He hadn't even bothered to remove his clothing, the sun would dry it out fast enough. "This means war," Alanna muttered. She'd managed--quite thankfully--to scrounge up her clothes after the fight with the Ysandir, and now she leapt into the oasis, cutting through the water with firm, strong strokes. Coram had taught her and Thom to swim at Trebond when they were young, and so she'd always been a strong swimmer. "Oh, you're going to regret this, Jon," she splashed him back, and dunked him under.
He fought back; they played in the water, laughing as they drenched each other until their hair was plastered in strands to their faces and their clothing was entirely soaked through. The cool water was a welcome change from the desert heart, and Alanna knew she would regret not even having removed her boots later on.
All of a sudden, Alanna felt a tug. The next moment, the still water was now moving, swirling around and around. "Jon!" Alanna cried out, trying to make for the rocks at the edge of the oasis. The current was growing stronger and stronger, pulling her along, and there was no way to fight it. Jon, too, was struggling, she realised, as the water whipped around and around, corkscrewing downwards and dragging them for the ride. A hole was opening up below, like water funneling down a drainage hole, as the whirlpool that had formed dragged them further and further down into the gaping vortex. Alanna was getting dizzy; black spots danced in her vision, and she wasn't sure if it was from the movement, or from the lack of air as she fought to breathe.
She couldn't even tell where the bottom of the oasis was anymore. There was blackness below, and for a moment, she wondered where sand and solid rock had gone.
"Alanna!" she heard him cry out, and then the pull subsided. Alanna kicked out, her lungs burning, and she broke the surface of the water with a gasp, sucking in air into her starving lungs. A few moments later, Jon's head broke the surface of the water. She felt the chill next, a chill that sank deep into her limbs and threatened to make motion sluggish. They were in a freezing pond, Alanna realised, with no indication at all as to how they'd gotten here from an oasis. It didn't matter. If they didn't get out soon, the ice would close in on them, and they would catch a chill and die in the water. She forced herself to clamber out of the hole in the ice, her fingers turning clumsy, praying all the while that the rest of the ice would support her weight. It did.
Having done that, she turned to help Jon. "Thanks," he said. He was so cold his teeth chattered. "H-h-how d-d-id you m-man-nage that?"
"I lived in Trebond, Jon. Winters are harsher there and I fell into holes in the ice many times. Let's get a fire started."
"Y-yes, let's."