Author: Shay (thewickedquill)
Show: Dark Angel
Genre: Humor
Rating: G
Characters/Pairing: Syl, Krit
Type: Ficlet
Disclaimer: I don't own it; I just play in the fandom sandbox from time to time.
Note: Just a silly bit of fun that came to me the other day.
Summary: Syl doesn't usually tell this story but when Krit's around, she makes an exception.
The Way She Tells It…
The night of the escape, a blizzard came in from the Canadian front and we were caught in the thick of it sometime the following morning. Krit and I had just made it to the border of a farm property and even with our enhanced senses we couldn't see more than a few feet in front of us in any direction.
It was after quite a struggle and a seemingly endless trek through fields of white that we hit a fence. My feet were still bare; what were we thinking, escaping in the middle of the night wearing our nightclothes and little else? My toes were numb, like most of my extremities, and I couldn't get a foothold on the wire. Krit hoisted me up and over the top, but I lost my footing on the other side and went down quite heavily. I cried out in surprise and some pain when I landed, thankful that I couldn't be seen in the storm, sprawled in an undignified heap as I was.
"Syl, are you alright?" Krit asked worriedly, reaching through the fence to find me and groping blindly. He couldn't see a thing and I was too upset to try and help him. After all, it was his fault I was in this mess to begin with.
I tried to get up but the ground was slippery and only caused me to slide further into the sloppy mess beneath my freezing behind. The wet, cold and filth enveloped me from head to toe. Expelling a glob of muck from my mouth, I glared in the general direction Krit had been just moments before and spat.
"Ooh, I hate you!" I growled darkly, slowly regaining my balance and trying to wipe myself down.
"What did I do?" Krit asked just before he jumped the fence.
I held my breath, and then… squelching and a rather feminine-sounding squeak came from my left. I grinned.
"You could have warned me!"
My grin graduated into uncontrollable giggles, feeling justified that he'd discovered for himself just why I was so ticked off. I only wish I could have seen him for the full effect. Stupid storm.
"Ugh, I swallowed some of it; I think I'm going to be sick!"
I threw my head back and laughed. Served him right.
Oh, did I forget to mention? Apparently, we found the pigsty.