Title: Blink

Fandom: The 39 Clues

Summary: Under the category of questions one rarely if ever asks oneself... Evan and the bus incident, TMP. Drabble.

Disclaimer: The 39 Clues (c) its respective owners. I'm nobody important.

Rating: K

Characters: Evan Tolliver/Amy Cahill

Author's note: The shortest fic I've written in a while. Actually, I wrote this long ago, and just decided to post it now. Ye be forewarned of Evamy, rabid fangirls.

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"Evan tried to step in front of his girlfriend, and was yanked roughly out of the way." -The Medusa Plot, p. 21

He's never asked himself, So what will you do, Evan Tolliver, if a couple of masked psychos run your school bus off the road and pull a gun on your girlfriend?

Considering that, it's remarkable how quickly he springs into action, isn't even shocked into temporary paralysis at the sight of Amy kicking the gun from one of her attacker's hands – he didn't know she knew how to do that, even he doesn't know how to do that, but the rush of fright and adrenaline doesn't let the thought that runs through his mind really surface –

Do something do something do something chants the blood coursing, panicked, through his veins, and the towering man is reaching for Amy and all of a sudden she looks so small, standing defenseless before her attacker – it's almost like watching a movie, slow motion, it seems as if Evan's heart is pounding in his ears– he's never asked himself what he would do, but maybe that's because he's always known –

Propelled by some powerful involuntary compulsion, he pushes himself between two hysterical kids and nearly falls to the ground as, for a breathtakingly terrifying moment, he stands there between that masked killer and Amy – he has to get between them, what would he do if that man got to Amy, he can't let him touch her –

And then Evan does really stumble as he's shoved aside, his glasses twisting as the jarring thrust flings them from his face – his face collides with the ground, but he's already reaching for the glasses, fingers flying frantically over the dewy grass, and he grips the wire frames when he finds them and shoves them onto his face in frustration, rolling over and getting to his feet as quickly as possible –

By the time he gets his bearings, it's virtually over.

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