BIRTHDAY FIC TIIIIIIIIIIME. This fic is for the brilliant My Wonky Socks! I hope you had a great day and I hope you enjoy your fic :3 Go read her stuff, all of you, she's a brilliant author!
Jess was already running as fast as she could, sprinting down the dingy alleyway in her ciggy heels but it just seemed like the alley wouldn't end, her legs couldn't carry her fast enough and that just wasn't good enough. She ditched the £400 pink designer Jimmy Choos in a bin quickly and continued running barefoot, hopefully no-one would find them and she'd be able to go back later and pick them up. Or get someone else to anyway. It was still light out at five o'clock, and it didn't look like the night was coming any time soon, she had all the time to run away, but maybe not enough to run away from time itself as the creature gained on her.
She was dodging shards of glass on her tip toes when she heard the growl, a low, predatory growl, perhaps a hundred feet behind her. A sharp scream followed and it soon gurgled to a halt in what Jess could only assume was the death of someone; she wished it weren't Abby or Connor, Matt or Emily, and even more, not Becker. Really, really wished it weren't Becker. Not daring to look back, she picked up the pace, stepping on splinters of beer bottles and broken windows, as she wasted no time trying not to meet the same fate as the poor someone. There were heavy thuds behind her, echoing down the alleyway, they were gaining on her fast, too fast - she wasn't going to get out of here alive.
A muscled arm reached out from the wall, pulling her out of the path of the Megalosaurus and into a nook big enough to enclose the both of them, tiny enough to push them against each other. Jess looked up to see Becker peering out around the edges of the space, no doubt to see where the creature would move next as it stood and looked about aimlessly thirty feet from them. Then he turned his gaze to her, of which under she coloured quickly.
"Are you okay? Are you injured at all?" He appeared to be concerned; his face seemed to be contorted into an expression of anxiety and Jess found herself smiling slightly before actually realising he wanted an answer. She shook her head, dismissing the question, but then remembered her feet, the glass; turning them upwards to have a look at the soles of her feet – to both Jess and Becker's dismay; they were shredded and bleeding copious amounts. How had she not felt the glass rip into her skin? How had she not seen the small trail of blood she'd left down the alley?
Slinging his EMD over his back and picking her up ("Jeez Jess, do you eat at all? You weigh practically nothing!"), Becker quickly looked in either direction, checking if the creature was going to come at them and he ran down the alley like he knew the way, and before long they were back at the trucks. He swatted away a young medic trying to bandage Jess' feet and instead took the bandages and tweezers himself, and apologising, he proceeded to remove the glass from her feet right until the final shard.
An hour later, a familiar pair of pink ciggy heels were aligned carefully on the floor beside Jess' bed, her table had acquired a pair of tickets to a ball and a singular line letter that made Jess grin from ear to ear.
'Cinderella can't go to the ball without her shoes, can she?'