I started writing this a while ago when we got like a 1 ½ feet of snow here(half meter, or so) and it was just…bitterly cold. Then it melted a little and crusted over. Sorry about not being able to find a better location than Westerfeld used, but sorry, there aren't many cold mountain ranges in Europe.
EEEERRRRNNNNGGGGGGG!
Alarms blared in Deryn's ears as she rushed over to the Flechette bats; she needed to feed them if they were going to get a shot at the dozen German aero planes and zeppelin.
They had been heading to Japan when a message was received that Doctor Barlow was needed back in London. They were ambushed over the Swiss Alps. Again.
"Alek! What are you doing here? You need to be safe in the cabins!"
"I'm here to help you, Dylan!" Both of them yelling over the sound of the sirens.
There is a big boom, as an aeroplane crashes into the bow of the Leviathan. The ship tilts, so that the bow is facing the ground, they're falling.
"Alek, get yourself to one of the Huxley's, it'll slow your fall in the crash!"
"No Dylan, you're coming too!"
"A Huxley is built for 1 person, not 2!"
"We'd be falling anyways!"
"I've got a duty onboard this ship; I need to help keep it alive!"
"Dylan, you're coming with me!" As Alek came over and pulled/dragged/carried Deryn all the way topside, where he set both of them up with a Huxley.
"Alek, go yourself, I can last here!"
"No you can't! He cut the rope of the Huxley, knowing with both of their weights it would give them a slow decent.
"We're headed straight for the mountains, you Dummkopf! What…" One of the German aeroplanes flies by them, machine guns scattering tons of bullets in their direction. The Huxley sways, and starts falling faster, some hydrogen pockets had been popped by the bullets.
"Dylan! Prepare for impact!" Alek bends his knees, and takes a quick glance at the grazing cut on his right arm. It was not serious he told himself, just a little cut. Then, wonders why Dylan hasn't responded. AHHH, THE GROUND!
The snow blossomed and then fell, covering them with a dusting of snow that had been agitated upon their impact. Alek managed to pull himself up out of the chest deep snow he had been deposited into with the force of impact. He checked himself, that cut on his arm, and some bruises where he broke the surface ice that guarded many feet of powdery snow below.
"Dylan, where are you?" Panic raced through his voice, wondering if his friend was suffocating under the snow.
He quickly spots the midshipman, after Bovril crawls out of his pocket, looks in Dylan's direction and exclaims "Mr.Sharp" Wait a minute…Bovril? How did he get there?
Alek runs over to his friend, or tries to, considering he sinks waist deep in snow with every step.
"Dylan, come on, I'll help you up." Alek grabs one of Deryn's hands and tugs. When her arm is lifted, it reveals the bloody wound in her left hip.
"Alek…" Deryn manages to roll over, revealing that the ice had cut her face as they crashed, along as seemingly bruising her everywhere.
"Dylan! I…are you hurt?" Alek loses control of his facial muscles; they're going ecstatic with panic at the sight of his dying friend.
"Machine gun…hit me…hip…" Deryn is losing consciousness, these last few words taking all of her strength.
"Dylan, don't go! You're the best friend I've ever had!" Alek yells, as if he could barter for Deryn's life.
"We could have been…more than that" Deryn passes out, her wound to serious.
"Come on, Dylan! There's a spot on the mountain over there, where all the snow is piled. I'll dig us a place there." Alek reassures himself, lifting Deryn up onto his back, with pubescent strength he just seemed to have acquired.
After 10 minutes of walking through deep snow, he reached there spot he had been looking at, only to realize he needed a shovel.
"Wait, the Huxley's survival package! There's food, matches, and a shovel in there! Plus, the bandages for Dylan. We might just make it, Dylan!" He says to Deryn's unconscious body, and to himself.
Alek rummages around in the snow, trying to find the pack beneath the seat of the Huxley. The Huxley was dead and broken, so finding the survival pack would be hard. They crashed in an 8x8 space or so, and the snow was 6 feet deep if you went all the way down. But wait, what's that? A package…That's it!
Alek examines the survival package, finding everything in perfect condition; it had landed right so nothing had been broken. He trudged over to the spot where he had put Dylan down, and started digging into that spot, to make a shelter for them both.
Alek Dug for an hour or so, at that point he was completely exhausted, and there was more than enough room for the two of them. He picked up Dylan again, and set him inside, leaning against a wall. Alek then went in. He stashed the kit in a hole he made in the wall, except he took out a few matches and a freeze dried meal.
He went out and got the wooden seat and leather rigging from the Huxley, but glanced up to see the leviathan on the ground, completely on fire. The Germans were still pestering it, making sure there were no survivors. Maybe fire could wait.
He grabbed the stuff he had gone for, then scurried back to his shelter, he could cook and eat when the Germans had left. What he could do was get the bandages out and start bandaging himself and Dylan. He put a wrap on his arm, that was probably all it needed. For Dylan though, he would need much more. He cut a piece of Dylan's trousers off, but only the side piece where the wound was, he didn't want to invade him any more right now, at least not before asking. He put some there, than wrapped it around to Dylan's other hip, where he tied it off. Dylan's cuts on the face where much harder, he wound up making bandages that wrapped completely around his head.
He moved over closer to Dylan, sharing body heat would be crucial to surviving here. Ho long would they be here? Who would come rescue them? Would anybody come rescue them? Volger…Klopp both dead, they were onboard the Leviathan when it went up in flames. The last, the most prudent in his mind; what had Dylan meant when he said "We could have been more than friends"? These were the thoughts that went through Alek's head, just before he went to sleep.
That was okay? I hope so, it was a little painful to write, considering I'm not good at writing stressful moments, where the slightest mistake could cause a contradictory plot. R&R!