AU Fic: Surviving Doomsday
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Surviving Doomsday
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au_bingo, prompt: post-atomic age
fandom: Valentine's Day, pairing: Sean Jackson/ Holden Wilson, rating: PG, word count: approximately 1,400 words
Disclaimer: I do not own the copyright of the movie 'Valentine's Day' and its characters. This fan fiction is created for non-profitable purpose.
Author's Notes: I have no idea how long it takes for the air to be deemed clear and breathable after an atomic bomb explosion so the time span may be exaggeratedly long or unrealistically short. I didn't know what keyword to use in Google search to find the right information. And if you're thinking why none of the characters used cell phones, let's just say this happened at the time cell phones hadn't been invented yet. Probably.
My AU Bingo card
23 days, 10 hours after Operation Seiche
Holden's heart leaped up his throat when he slid inside to find a rifle pointed directly to his face. "It's me," he said when he saw Sean's silhouette beyond the shadows, eyes lit by a sliver of light peeking through the crack on the wall.
"Shit," Sean muttered, lowering the weapon. "Why didn't you call out?"
"I uh…" Why didn't he? Holden should've announced his arrival, just like he always did every single time he came back home. "I had things in my mind." He melted in the shadows, hoping Sean wouldn't see his face.
"What's wrong?" Sean's eyes narrowed then took a step closer as if he could sense Holden's thoughts.
"N-nothing," Holden lied. He made a beeline to the kitchen – or what served as their kitchen but was in fact just another part of the small room they now called home – tripping on some unseen object lying on the floor. It was darker there and a perfect place to hide at the moment. "I got some more canned soup. I can heat one for you if you like."
"I'm not hungry," Sean said wryly and Holden could feel the burn of his boyfriend's gaze at the back of his head. "There's something you're not telling me."
The edge in Sean's tone seized at Holden's chest, making it hard for him to breathe. Holden hated this – hated how Sean could read him so easily.
"It's nothing okay? I just…" Holden curled his hands into fists. He wondered how long they had to live like this – in fear and hiding beneath a thick blanket of uncertainty. "I'm tired. I'll just go to bed."
Sean was right behind him when he crawled over the futon. Holden should've known Sean would not leave him be.
"What the fuck, Holden? Just tell me," Sean spat, grabbing Holden's arm – right on the spot where Holden was sure a bruise had already formed – and Holden couldn't stop the sharp hiss that slipped past his lips. "You're hurt." It wasn't a question. Sean knew and all Holden could do was nod.
"Ran into some Troopers," Holden said. There wasn't any need to elaborate. The whole city was littered with menaces the local citizens referred to as 'Troopers'.
"Shit." Sean rummaged at the box beside the futon and not a minute later, he was lighting a candle, holding it up near Holden's face. "Shit," Sean cursed again, his fingers gently running down the side of Holden's face where a large fist landed almost an hour passed. "You shouldn't have gone out."
"I needed to find us something to eat," Holden said in defense. "We're running out of supplies."
"Then you should've woken me up instead of sneaking out on your own."
The only response Holden could offer was "I'm sorry." He knew it was a risk – a careless decision on his part to go out alone. It had been three weeks since the city became Ground Zero, three weeks since the destructive explosion. The air might have been deemed safe to breathe in, but no outsiders could come and rescue the survivors because the area was still under quarantine. Looters and other nuisances had taken advantage and had been wreaking havoc around the city. Holden wondered how long they had to wait before the government could send someone to force order back in this wretched place.
"Promise me you won't go out alone next time." Sean might have sounded gentle but the fury still burned visibly on his eyes.
"I promise."
8 days, 21 hours after Operation Seiche
Everything around him burned like paper houses. What once were magnificent structures now lay in ruins. Something went wrong. There had been a warning, a cacophony of sirens slicing across the city before silence draped over its existence.
Rumors about weapon tests had spread like wildfire but if Holden had heard it right, the test site was supposed to be somewhere in the Pacific Ocean. Not here. Not in his home city.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
"Are you all right?" He helped Kate Hazeltine – the woman he sat with on the plane – out of the underground cavern where he and some distraught citizens were kept in a last-minute attempt for survival.
"Yeah," Kate said wistfully like her mind was floating somewhere in oblivion. She surveyed the ravaged landscape, tears pooling in her eyes. "Oh my god."
Oh my god, indeed.
There were a lot of survivors, at least. Most of the people that were in the airport at the time the bomb had hit the area were escorted to a large chamber underneath the building. Holden just hoped that more people were lucky enough to escape the catastrophe.
Then he thought of Sean. Holden prayed to all the saints he knew that Sean was still alive.
11 days, 4 hours after Operation Seiche
There was a sharp pang in his chest when Holden finally reached the place where their house used to be. It was gone now. All that was left was the front wall and the rest were nothing but rubbles.
Sean. The air was trapped in Holden's lungs and he couldn't breathe. His vision turned cloudy and only when he brought his fingers against his cheeks did he realize he was crying. "Sean!"
Holden climbed over some boulder and started digging, burying his hands into broken concrete and not caring if he ended up with cuts and abrasions.
"Sean!" he cried out again, refusing to let the possibility that Sean could be gone slip into his mind. Please don't be dead. Please don't be dead.
"Holden!" Kate's voice broke through his panicked thoughts. "Holden! We have to get going!"
As soon as the last word escaped Kate's mouth, some bike riders came zooming into the area, grabbing anyone in their way.
Holden didn't know how he and Kate managed to escape, but not unscathed.
30 days, 5 hours after Operation Seiche
At first, Holden thought it was some hallucination. He was burning with fever, Sean whispering words of comfort while caressing his forehead. He could hear the sound of vehicles in the distance.
"Stay here," Sean whispered then he was gone for less than a minute before he came rushing back to Holden's side. "Holden! Sweetheart. You're going to be all right."
True to Sean's words, soldiers came crawling into the city, taking every survivor to a camp situated right outside the danger zone. Holden was able to get the medical attention he needed before he and Sean were transported to the neighboring state to recover.
15 days, 17 hours after Operation Seiche
They were in the old shopping district – or what was left of it. Kate herded her son and her parents into what Holden presumed used to be a grocery store of some sort.
"Let's try to find something to eat, maybe fill our bags with some canned goods," Kate said, her optimism somehow blinding.
Holden should just leave them and look for Sean. He ran into Sean's business associate, Kara, the other day and she said Sean was with her and some others who survived at the time of the bombing. Sean had apparently left their hideout to look for Holden the moment they were certain that it was safe enough to come out.
The news gave Holden new hope.
"Hurry before some bike-riding thieves come," Holden said in a hushed voice.
"You mean the Troopers?" Kate's son, Edison, said without fear.
Holden was about to tell the boy 'yes, he meant the Troopers' when someone called out, "Holden?" It was as if his heart stopped for a moment, his blood rushing up his head.
The whole world seemed right again the moment he turned around to see Sean's bright smile. "Oh God," Sean said, almost breathing out the words with a heavy sigh. "It is you."
"You're alive." Holden's voice was thick with tears but this time, they weren't tears brought by worry or grief. Sean was alive and that was all that mattered.
14 minutes before Operation Seiche
"We hope you enjoyed your flight," the all-too-cheery flight attendant said before Holden stepped out of the plane.
"Keep in touch, okay?" Kate raised her hand in a small wave.
"Sure," Holden said then he nearly jumped, startled when what sounded like a siren came wailing across the airport – or was it outside the airport?
Holden had no time to contemplate because he was soon being ushered through large double doors leading further inside the building by men wearing airport security uniform.
~fin~
Surviving Doomsday
written for
au_bingo, prompt: post-atomic agefandom: Valentine's Day, pairing: Sean Jackson/ Holden Wilson, rating: PG, word count: approximately 1,400 words
Disclaimer: I do not own the copyright of the movie 'Valentine's Day' and its characters. This fan fiction is created for non-profitable purpose.
Author's Notes: I have no idea how long it takes for the air to be deemed clear and breathable after an atomic bomb explosion so the time span may be exaggeratedly long or unrealistically short. I didn't know what keyword to use in Google search to find the right information. And if you're thinking why none of the characters used cell phones, let's just say this happened at the time cell phones hadn't been invented yet. Probably.
My AU Bingo card
23 days, 10 hours after Operation Seiche
Holden's heart leaped up his throat when he slid inside to find a rifle pointed directly to his face. "It's me," he said when he saw Sean's silhouette beyond the shadows, eyes lit by a sliver of light peeking through the crack on the wall.
"Shit," Sean muttered, lowering the weapon. "Why didn't you call out?"
"I uh…" Why didn't he? Holden should've announced his arrival, just like he always did every single time he came back home. "I had things in my mind." He melted in the shadows, hoping Sean wouldn't see his face.
"What's wrong?" Sean's eyes narrowed then took a step closer as if he could sense Holden's thoughts.
"N-nothing," Holden lied. He made a beeline to the kitchen – or what served as their kitchen but was in fact just another part of the small room they now called home – tripping on some unseen object lying on the floor. It was darker there and a perfect place to hide at the moment. "I got some more canned soup. I can heat one for you if you like."
"I'm not hungry," Sean said wryly and Holden could feel the burn of his boyfriend's gaze at the back of his head. "There's something you're not telling me."
The edge in Sean's tone seized at Holden's chest, making it hard for him to breathe. Holden hated this – hated how Sean could read him so easily.
"It's nothing okay? I just…" Holden curled his hands into fists. He wondered how long they had to live like this – in fear and hiding beneath a thick blanket of uncertainty. "I'm tired. I'll just go to bed."
Sean was right behind him when he crawled over the futon. Holden should've known Sean would not leave him be.
"What the fuck, Holden? Just tell me," Sean spat, grabbing Holden's arm – right on the spot where Holden was sure a bruise had already formed – and Holden couldn't stop the sharp hiss that slipped past his lips. "You're hurt." It wasn't a question. Sean knew and all Holden could do was nod.
"Ran into some Troopers," Holden said. There wasn't any need to elaborate. The whole city was littered with menaces the local citizens referred to as 'Troopers'.
"Shit." Sean rummaged at the box beside the futon and not a minute later, he was lighting a candle, holding it up near Holden's face. "Shit," Sean cursed again, his fingers gently running down the side of Holden's face where a large fist landed almost an hour passed. "You shouldn't have gone out."
"I needed to find us something to eat," Holden said in defense. "We're running out of supplies."
"Then you should've woken me up instead of sneaking out on your own."
The only response Holden could offer was "I'm sorry." He knew it was a risk – a careless decision on his part to go out alone. It had been three weeks since the city became Ground Zero, three weeks since the destructive explosion. The air might have been deemed safe to breathe in, but no outsiders could come and rescue the survivors because the area was still under quarantine. Looters and other nuisances had taken advantage and had been wreaking havoc around the city. Holden wondered how long they had to wait before the government could send someone to force order back in this wretched place.
"Promise me you won't go out alone next time." Sean might have sounded gentle but the fury still burned visibly on his eyes.
"I promise."
8 days, 21 hours after Operation Seiche
Everything around him burned like paper houses. What once were magnificent structures now lay in ruins. Something went wrong. There had been a warning, a cacophony of sirens slicing across the city before silence draped over its existence.
Rumors about weapon tests had spread like wildfire but if Holden had heard it right, the test site was supposed to be somewhere in the Pacific Ocean. Not here. Not in his home city.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
"Are you all right?" He helped Kate Hazeltine – the woman he sat with on the plane – out of the underground cavern where he and some distraught citizens were kept in a last-minute attempt for survival.
"Yeah," Kate said wistfully like her mind was floating somewhere in oblivion. She surveyed the ravaged landscape, tears pooling in her eyes. "Oh my god."
Oh my god, indeed.
There were a lot of survivors, at least. Most of the people that were in the airport at the time the bomb had hit the area were escorted to a large chamber underneath the building. Holden just hoped that more people were lucky enough to escape the catastrophe.
Then he thought of Sean. Holden prayed to all the saints he knew that Sean was still alive.
11 days, 4 hours after Operation Seiche
There was a sharp pang in his chest when Holden finally reached the place where their house used to be. It was gone now. All that was left was the front wall and the rest were nothing but rubbles.
Sean. The air was trapped in Holden's lungs and he couldn't breathe. His vision turned cloudy and only when he brought his fingers against his cheeks did he realize he was crying. "Sean!"
Holden climbed over some boulder and started digging, burying his hands into broken concrete and not caring if he ended up with cuts and abrasions.
"Sean!" he cried out again, refusing to let the possibility that Sean could be gone slip into his mind. Please don't be dead. Please don't be dead.
"Holden!" Kate's voice broke through his panicked thoughts. "Holden! We have to get going!"
As soon as the last word escaped Kate's mouth, some bike riders came zooming into the area, grabbing anyone in their way.
Holden didn't know how he and Kate managed to escape, but not unscathed.
30 days, 5 hours after Operation Seiche
At first, Holden thought it was some hallucination. He was burning with fever, Sean whispering words of comfort while caressing his forehead. He could hear the sound of vehicles in the distance.
"Stay here," Sean whispered then he was gone for less than a minute before he came rushing back to Holden's side. "Holden! Sweetheart. You're going to be all right."
True to Sean's words, soldiers came crawling into the city, taking every survivor to a camp situated right outside the danger zone. Holden was able to get the medical attention he needed before he and Sean were transported to the neighboring state to recover.
15 days, 17 hours after Operation Seiche
They were in the old shopping district – or what was left of it. Kate herded her son and her parents into what Holden presumed used to be a grocery store of some sort.
"Let's try to find something to eat, maybe fill our bags with some canned goods," Kate said, her optimism somehow blinding.
Holden should just leave them and look for Sean. He ran into Sean's business associate, Kara, the other day and she said Sean was with her and some others who survived at the time of the bombing. Sean had apparently left their hideout to look for Holden the moment they were certain that it was safe enough to come out.
The news gave Holden new hope.
"Hurry before some bike-riding thieves come," Holden said in a hushed voice.
"You mean the Troopers?" Kate's son, Edison, said without fear.
Holden was about to tell the boy 'yes, he meant the Troopers' when someone called out, "Holden?" It was as if his heart stopped for a moment, his blood rushing up his head.
The whole world seemed right again the moment he turned around to see Sean's bright smile. "Oh God," Sean said, almost breathing out the words with a heavy sigh. "It is you."
"You're alive." Holden's voice was thick with tears but this time, they weren't tears brought by worry or grief. Sean was alive and that was all that mattered.
14 minutes before Operation Seiche
"We hope you enjoyed your flight," the all-too-cheery flight attendant said before Holden stepped out of the plane.
"Keep in touch, okay?" Kate raised her hand in a small wave.
"Sure," Holden said then he nearly jumped, startled when what sounded like a siren came wailing across the airport – or was it outside the airport?
Holden had no time to contemplate because he was soon being ushered through large double doors leading further inside the building by men wearing airport security uniform.
~fin~