A/N:
a real true drabble
who knew I had it in me to actually write snippets
Also, hey, guess what! Shu is on Facebook. /interruptingshu
COME LOVE MEEEE
The jungle was hot, and smelled of rotting leaves and old flesh from the dead bodies in the tomb's booby traps, and he was really, really wishing he'd remembered to bring more bug spray. Of course, it didn't really matter, now that they had people coming after them.
With guns.
"You don't understand! A find like this only comes about once in a generation—"
"Move faster, please, Professor," she said, whacking at a vine with her machete (which he still didn't know where she'd picked up) and turning to look over her shoulder. "We have company."
"I know that, but we can't just leave it behind, it would be a sin against—against history, against academia, against the universe—"
"So you would actually die for a piece of rock."
"Yes," he snapped, and glared at her. Lan Fan stopped and just looked at him for a moment, in a way that made him want to curl up into a ball and beg for mercy. Then she let out a deep sigh, and shoved the machete at him.
"Here."
"What?"
"Here," she said, and folded his hand around the hilt of the sword. "You take that, and you keep going. I'll go back for it."
"But—"
"Can you shoot?"
Ling felt himself flush dully red. "No."
"Hand to hand combat training?"
"Sort of."
"Good." She was tying her hair back, shucking her coat. Lan Fan seized his hat off his head, and tugged it down low over her eyes. "Put your hair up, put my coat on, and go. They'll follow me. You're the one they want. You're the only one that's found this place. You have to go, sir."
"Don't call me sir," said Ling, but he pulled on Lan Fan's coat anyway. It was warm and smelled of her sweat, and in spite of himself Ling wondered if he had to give it back. The collar smelled like her shampoo. Lan Fan tied her hair back under the base of his hat, and then let out a sharp breath, and checked her pistol.
"What are you still doing here?" she snapped. "You have to go. Head west, Ed's waiting—"
A rife went off, and bark exploded above their heads. Ling yelped. Lan Fan shoved his head down, and pushed him towards the lake. "Go," she snapped. "Go, you have to go—"
The rifle went off again, but Ling still surged up, seized the collar of her shirt, and kissed her hard on the mouth. Lan Fan yelped against his teeth, but then he had jerked away again. "Luck," he said, and then he bolted for the lake, and Ed, and the seaplane were waiting.
She'd probably punch him when she came back (because she would come back, she would come back) but if he was going to die, he didn't want to do it without having kissed Lan Fan "Montana" Jones.
