Hello all.
This piece was inspired after I saw the promos for 'Priority of Life' and I could not resist posting. I truly hope that the show does perhaps follow along with where I'm leading, as it would be amazing in my mind. But, no matter. They are always tricky when it comes to Sam and Jules and the team. Theoreticaly, I should be posting a few times a week until this is over, as it's planned to be a short little fic. But who knows. It will probably gain a life of its own.
So, please let me know what you think as reviews are like chocolate and solid kicks in the face for my muse.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Flashpoint.
It came as rapid as a lightning bolt and as slow as a snail.
She remembered every detail with perfect clarity; each second filed away into her mind. She saw the vial drop and shattered on the cool floor, shards exploding outwards from the source of the impact. She saw a thin vapor swirl outwards from its broken shell, dissipating into the already gaseous air and pressing heavily in her lungs. She saw the gun raise in shaking hands and the finger tighten on the trigger.
But mostly she remembered her body surging forward in order to slam the weapon away before that fatal bullet was released. She had felt her fingers just close over the barrel as it jerked and the spark entered into existence.
Then the air became fire and a tremendous force shoved her backwards and away. Her body flew several feet, flames racing alongside her as their greedy tongues tried to find a chink in her armour, crackling with glee when it found its mark on flesh. A harsh breath exploded from her lungs as her body landed heavily on the hard tile, skidding until she slammed head first into a table with a crash.
And there was a faint cry of a voice so familiar in her ears, so haunted and scared as he yelled her name. A meager croak was all she managed. "Sam..."
Then there was nothing but darkness.