Title: The Clock Strikes Twelve
Summary: "They're like a jack-in-the-box; they pop up when you least expect them to."
Character(s): Hope C., Arthur T.
Genre: Angst/General ::AU-ish::
Rating: K+
Fandom:39 Clues
#01 ::Ring::
The ring shines brightly against the sun as it is snatched from her finger, as its new owner turns it against them, using it as a weapon of destruction instead of peace.
#02 ::Hero::
He pushes her behind him, faces the knife and expects a quick and final blow- instead he hears the sickening crunch of a cracked skull and her shaky voice, "you can't always play the hero."
#03 ::Memory::
She grips his arm tightly as they both realize there is no way out, that they are doomed to die at the hands of a Vesper when suddenly- "do you remember the first time we met?" he whispers softly, and she holds on to that memory during the final moments of her life.
#04 ::Box::
"They're like a jack-in-the-box; they pop up when you least expect them to."
#05 ::Run::
He can't believe how stupid she is, coming back for him and for the clues, and he knows he is being hypocritical but as the fire blazes around them, as the roof begins to collapse, he screams at her to run, just get out of here Hope, run!
#06 ::Hurricane::
"The weather channel said it would be sunny today," he protests as her eyes flash dangerously; she is scarier than the storm raging outside.
#07 ::Wings::
They are both silent as they watch the baby eagles bravely take to the sky, contemplating their futures.
#08 ::Cold::
"I'm not cold," she mutters, but he only smirks and drapes his jacket over her shivering shoulders.
#09 ::Red::
It is all she sees as she stumbles towards his broken body; pools of dark red rapidly colonizing the infinite asphalt and all she can think is no, it can't be happening, this is just a dream, just a nightmare-but the paramedics still come, they still come and cart him away and all she can do is stare numbly as she is led gently to another ambulance.
#10 ::Drink::
She raises an eyebrow at him as she sees his drink clashing against her own, but he only shrugs and says, "I only drink coke."
DISCLAIMER: The prompts are taken from the LiveJournal community, 1sentence. This is set No. 3, Gamma.
A/N: Will be a five-part thing. Five-shot? Do they exist? The world may never know.
