Disclaimer: I own peanuts. And three elastic bands. Not this.
The bomb went off.
Ran-neechan had been extra vigilant, and nothing Conan could say to her would let her let go of him – to prevent him from running off again she had sat him in her lap, held onto him firmly and gotten her father to block the way to the aisle with his legs. As the time passed, Conan had grown more and more frantic – he knew who had the bomb, he knew he had the skills to disable it or throw it away, but he couldn't get away from Ran-!
Thirty seconds left.
Conan began squirming even more determinedly, stopping just shy of actual physical violence in his bid to get free.
"Please Ran-neechan! I really, really need the toilet!"
Ran's arm's only tightened around him and she looked away from his pleading eyes stubbornly.
"No. You should have gone earlier, Conan-kun!"
"I'm gonna wet myself!" Then an idea struck him. "And you'll get wet, too!"
Twenty seconds.
Ran looked at him sharply and despite the severity of the situation, Conan quailed under her forbidding stare.
"You dare, and I'll ground you for a month!" then she turned and looked firmly out the window, completely ignoring the frantic-teen-turned-child in her arms. Mouri grunted and turned the page of his newspaper dismissively. Conan looked from Ran to Mouri in shock. What…do I do? What can I do?
Ten seconds.
Conan really began to panic then. His mouth opened and shut as his heart hammered. At first no sound came out, but then a keening whine started and he began to scream.
"…bomb. Bomb! BOMB! THERE'S A BOMB ON THE TRAIN! BOMB!"
Ran clamped her hands over his mouth viciously, hissing a threat into his ear before she called out to the shocked carriage.
"I'm sorry! There isn't! He's just try—"
A muted boom came from ahead. Ran's hands fell in shock, staring wide-eyed out of the window. Conan fell still as the train began to creak and groan, shuddering as the carriages ahead of them hit the wreckage. Their floor began to buckle and Ran shrieked, flinging herself at her father and clinging onto him desperately. Conan was squished between the two Mouris, his mind blank as he stared out of the window, watching the glass shatter as their carriage shrieked with the voices of the panicking people and the scream of tearing metal.
"I told you so…" he murmured.
And then everything went black.
Author's Notes: Wow. Long time since I've updated, neh? The case in question begins with chapter 33 'Running into the Two'
This'll be just something to keep my hand in and prevent me from NaNo'ing until November :) But then again, the plunnie was particularly vicious, so it probably won't be letting go that easy.