A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JEFFREY DONOVAN! This is one of the short chapters. Also, this is a bit belated, but I've come to the realization that this is officially the most reviewed BN fic on this site. I know I complain and get on ya'll's cases a lot, but this is still quite an achievement and I love you all greatly for it. You rock my world!
Adrenaline was coursing through my veins like never before. I sprinted from Sam's side towards the building, glancing down to my watch to see how much time I had left. My heart sank. I didn't have enough. Realizing there was nothing I could do, I skidded to a stop, eyes searching for something, anything to help me out. I needed to warn Michael, I needed to stop the bomb, dammit, why I had I put it on a timer?
Maybe I could go around the building, through the way I'd gone in before, and disarm the bomb in time... It would be close, too close, but it just might work...
I bolted around some crates and came to another halt when I saw Michael and Samantha sprinting out of the building. They must've come across the C4. Pure luck. I was suddenly grateful that I hadn't had enough time to not make it completely obvious.
Michael was ahead of Samantha and realized that after exiting the building. I watched him pause, look back to Samantha, take a step back to her, bellowing at her to run faster. Samantha leaned harder into her sprint. Michael reached out to her, clasping her hand when she approached. The two of them continued to sprint, just as the building burst into flame and flying debris. They fell from the shock of the explosion, Michael using his body to protect Samantha.
Instinctively, I winced from the explosion, but it didn't really sink in. My attention was focused solely on the two people pulling themselves up. Michael was helping Samantha to her feet. They both glanced at the building in flames before walking away.
The image of Michael's fingers, the same fingers that had created this bruise on my neck, curling around Samantha's hand played over and over again in my mind. I turned around, leaning against the crates I was hidden behind, sliding down to the ground, in complete anguish, fully unaware of the burning building just feet from me.
A/N: I love reviewers and live for constructive criticism!