Prompt: Day 1: Holding Hands
Length: 426 words
Title: Forty Seconds
Disclaimer: Not my characters (duh, this is fanfiction). Prompt from ericandy's 30 Day OTP Challenge. Disclaimer applies to all subsequent chapters.
AN: This is going to turn into a series of drabbles (maybe a couple of longer one-shots later, if I get ahead of myself) of the Memily pairing from Primeval. I have never felt so immediately drawn to a pairing as I have to them, so, while I thought about writing about characters I've written about before, I just couldn't help myself from writing for these little lovelies (also using them means I can incorporate raptors quite a bit more than usual). All of these prompts are very loosely interpreted.
It took about five seconds for Emily to remember where she was.
Thirty seconds ago, she had been running away from the nearest raptor, trying her darnedest not to get eaten. Simple enough, really. That would make it just another day at work. As usual, her coworkers were right alongside her.
Twenty-five seconds ago, she caught her boot on a bit of rubble from the demolished door. As she remained as upright as possible, she silently thanked her lucky stars she'd taken a hint from Abby and worn more suitable shoes than those she'd always traveled in. True, she'd battled raptors in high-heeled boots before, but she could still improve her chances of survival to some extent. Couldn't she?
Twenty seconds ago, she was continuing to lose her balance. At the very least, she reminded herself, she hadn't fallen down completely. She still had a chance to make it out alive.
Fifteen seconds ago, she lost her footing entirely. With one last lunge, she tumbled forward, her knees grating on the loose stonework lying around her. As well as she'd done keeping up her balance so far, she really couldn't have hoped for better. Still, the raptor was heading towards her at an alarming speed and, unless, someone else was able to access their EMD faster, she was a goner for certain.
Ten seconds ago, she looked up, the raptor looming ever closer. It was almost directly above her when, quite suddenly, a spark flew over her head, hitting the dinosaur squarely in the chest. She sat staring in a state of shock for half a moment as the creature stumbled backwards, landing on the floor with a resounding thump.
And, five seconds ago, Matt Anderson grabbed her hand.
Now, she had finally recalled all this and came to her senses. With his help, she stood up rather quickly; surprisingly so, really, given how nasty that fall had just been. No matter. She'd been in more dangerous situations.
It took another five seconds yet to realize she was still holding his hand and that he didn't seem to mind. If anything it seemed as though he might even be enjoying it. Well, then. Matt Anderson, the master of controlling his emotions, couldn't even move as his hand grasped hers. Maybe, she thought, saying he didn't mind would be an understatement.
Another five seconds passed and Emily smiled as the others ran back towards them because, in all honesty, she didn't mind, either.