Hey guys! This one is a Missing Moment drabble/oneshot, it's from episode one of series one, just after our favourite Survivors couple meet, here's them getting to know each other.
1x01 SPOILERS ALERT, Though, if you haven't seen the first episode of the first series, I'm not quite sure what you're doing here.... :P
Anya quickly fished in her rucksack for a blanket and put it folded-up on the hill of the grassy verge next to the motorway. She lifted the man's, who she didn't yet know the name of, arm and hoisted it around her neck, lifting him up, but struggling under his weight.
"Slowly, you don't want to be moving too much." She told him, carefully helping him over to the side of the road, he grunted in response and winced a little as the movement hurt his ribs. He leaned back against the blanket she'd provided, and wondered why a complete stranger was helping him. Anya sighed, and decided to tend to the cuts on his face, she pulled a bottle of whiskey from her bag, to disinfect the nasty cuts he'd gotten.
He realized what she was doing and chuckled and said in a deep, rough yet still attractive voice, "A device for every occasion." In response she rolled her eyes and smiled, not looking up from digging into her bag for some anti-septic wipes.
She turned back to him with a smile, "And for my next trick..." He chuckled as she dabbed the wipes with alcohol, "What's your name?" she asked casually.
"Tom. Tom Price. And you?"
"I'm Anya. This'll sting a bit." She warned him as she approached his cut with the whiskey-soaked wipes, and as she wiped it, Tom flinched.
His face was darkly attractive, she noticed as she cleaned his cut. She wondered how he'd managed to get injuries like this, he had a few cracked ribs and a nasty graze to the face, had he fallen over? That seemed unlikely to have caused the cracks to the ribs.
He watched her speculatively, "Did you lose anyone?" He asked.
"Just... family and friends." A sad look came into her eyes that Tom instinctively wanted to get rid of.
He tried for some humour "Boyfriend?" He asked hopefully, and Anya fought a smile. Tom liked her already, she had already proved she was selfless and brave just by helping him, and they were traits he admired in a person. Plus, Anya was prettier and less messed up than Cathy in the car, he decided.
"No." She smiled, "What about you? Who did you lose?" She asked, soaking a new wipe.
He thought for a moment before answering, he contemplated telling her Mr Wilson's story, as he had to Neil and Cathy, but he eventually told her the truth "Just my Mum."
"Sorry."
"Don't be. We weren't that close." He told her honestly.
She nodded and carried on wiping his cut till he pushed her hands away, she sighed and screwed the top on the bottle of whiskey and stuffed it back into her bag.
Sorry about the bold text for the first few sentences, it doesn't seem to go.
The next few chapters might be delayed a bit, I'm fitting this in around GSCE coursework, but knowing me, I'll probably end up writing this instead of writing my essay.
Anyone got any ideas for more Tomya scenes?
Disclaimer: If I owned Survivors, there would have been a Tomya kiss by now.
Tell me what you think.
