I decided that this was going to be set somewhere between the end of season 5 and the beginning of season 6 for you Shules lovers. mostly because I didn't want to have to deal with telling people 'yes they are together and all that' lol and it makes it simpler for me too lol
enjoy!
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The first thing I felt was pain. Everything hurt and I couldn't move. I tried to feel with my hands, but they wouldn't move. The panic was instant, and I forced my eyes open, but I couldn't see anything. I wanted to scream, but my throat was dry and sore, and as I breathed, I inhaled dust an began to cough.
Don't panic, don't panic, I told myself, trying to catch my breath.
I wiggled my fingers a little, relieved that I could at least do that, and felt something rough under them. Rocks? I tried to explore further, but I couldn't even move my wrist. My breathing quickened and I inhaled more dust and began coughing again.
I had to think, had to remember. How had I gotten here? And where was 'here'? I forced myself to breathe slower and tried to think. The last thing I remembered was going into an abandoned warehouse, gun in hand, Lassiter at my side and Shawn and Gus right behind us. Halfway in, Gus had shouted something and I'd heard a rumble and -
My eyes opened wide, even though it made no difference if they were opened or closed. I remembered now - the ceiling had caved in. And it must had fallen on top of me.
How long had I been out? I cleared my throat, trying to make my voice work. But then I thought I heard someone calling my name. I tried to lift my head, but cried out in pain. My neck ached and I suddenly found that it hurt to breathe.
"Jules!"
The cry almost made me lift my head again. It was going to be okay. Shawn was going to save me. I had to believe that.
"Don't! The whole thing will collapse!"
Gus?
I opened, my mouth, but my throat was still much too dry to speak. So I did the only thing I could - I coughed. But it hurt to cough, hurt to think.
"Hang, on, Jules, I'm coming!"
I focused on his voice, clinging to it like a drowning person. I could hear more voices joing his, and the sound of grunting and gasping. And then suddenly, a tiny pin-prick of light invaded my prison. I could see again, even if it was only just a little. I tried to call Shawn's name, but it only came out a raspy whisper and ended in coughing.
I heard a muffled grunt and then light suddenly shone on my face.
"Jules!"
I opened my eyes again, squinting in the brightness. As my eyes focused, I saw Shawn's face leaning in through a small hole in the rubble that surrounded me.
"Shawn," I whispered hoarsly, coughing as I inhaled more dust.
"Hang on, Sweetheart. I'm gonna get you out of here."