Title: fire and foolishness
Author: ness
Disclaimer: fanfic. nonprofit. illegal.
email: nessbut@yahoo.co.uk
Category: j/h
Rating: PG-13
Scout and Hamilton, heavy sleepers both, did not wake when Jake hammered at the door, and only stirred at the axe.
The air was much clearer, only a light haze in their room. She rushed across to shake shoulders, then brought a toothmug of water from the basin to douse them. That brought the boys round but it took a couple of minutes (time Jake begrudged) to get them to understand about the fire.
"I haven't seen any flames" she admitted, using her swiss knife to tear off towel lengths and putting them in the sink.
"What is that?" asked Scout of the knife.
"It was my grandma's" snapped Jake. The taps weren't running anymore and she needed to dampen the cloth to breathe through. Fortunately Scout never went far without a supply of vitamin free soda and sure enough there was a nearly full litre of coke in a prominent position. She poured it over the towels and handed Scout the axe. It was too Kate Winslet for her.
"C'mon guys."
Hamilton's eyes widened when they got into the smoggy corridor. Oily smuts flew round like snowflakes and landed on their skin. He had been all quiet while Scout was pissing and moaning.
"You okay Ham?" Jake laid a hand on his arm.
"Sure" he said. - hey does Jake think he needs to protect me? I may not have travelled the world and stuff but I'm not a little kid -
Jake saw the frown. - oh gawd he's on that manly pride thing. I analysed that thing before starting this - "Well I'm freaking out" she said. "Is the air getting hotter?"
Scout who was a step ahead, jumped back into them. "Whoah!"
The stairwell ahead was roaring with flames. They ran to a firedoor down a cross corridor. Jake was worried. The smoke was so thick.
"Stairwells are a big place for fires because you know the oxygen and stuff -" Jake broke off. Scout had punched her.
"I don't need to know this" he snarled.
"Because, you know, he saw Backdraft." Hamilton's drawl made both Jake and Scout furious. - I do a slow emotional reaction. Well I'll freak out tomorrow - Hamilton smiled. Not that the others could see.
These stairs were bare, nothing to burn, but they only went down one flight.
"How come?" Scout glared at the other two as if they'd designed the hotel.
"This is above the restaurant you mouthbreather." Hamilton looked like it was completely obvious.
"Wait wait wait. You have a 3d map in your head?"
"Just a sense of direction." - wow Jake's eyes are intense (what am I thinking?)
"We've gotta get down another flight. What direction do we go?"
Scout and Hamilton, heavy sleepers both, did not wake when Jake hammered at the door, and only stirred at the axe.
The air was much clearer, only a light haze in their room. She rushed across to shake shoulders, then brought a toothmug of water from the basin to douse them. That brought the boys round but it took a couple of minutes (time Jake begrudged) to get them to understand about the fire.
"I haven't seen any flames" she admitted, using her swiss knife to tear off towel lengths and putting them in the sink.
"What is that?" asked Scout of the knife.
"It was my grandma's" snapped Jake. The taps weren't running anymore and she needed to dampen the cloth to breathe through. Fortunately Scout never went far without a supply of vitamin free soda and sure enough there was a nearly full litre of coke in a prominent position. She poured it over the towels and handed Scout the axe. It was too Kate Winslet for her.
"C'mon guys."
Hamilton's eyes widened when they got into the smoggy corridor. Oily smuts flew round like snowflakes and landed on their skin. He had been all quiet while Scout was pissing and moaning.
"You okay Ham?" Jake laid a hand on his arm.
"Sure" he said. - hey does Jake think he needs to protect me? I may not have travelled the world and stuff but I'm not a little kid -
Jake saw the frown. - oh gawd he's on that manly pride thing. I analysed that thing before starting this - "Well I'm freaking out" she said. "Is the air getting hotter?"
Scout who was a step ahead, jumped back into them. "Whoah!"
The stairwell ahead was roaring with flames. They ran to a firedoor down a cross corridor. Jake was worried. The smoke was so thick.
"Stairwells are a big place for fires because you know the oxygen and stuff -" Jake broke off. Scout had punched her.
"I don't need to know this" he snarled.
"Because, you know, he saw Backdraft." Hamilton's drawl made both Jake and Scout furious. - I do a slow emotional reaction. Well I'll freak out tomorrow - Hamilton smiled. Not that the others could see.
These stairs were bare, nothing to burn, but they only went down one flight.
"How come?" Scout glared at the other two as if they'd designed the hotel.
"This is above the restaurant you mouthbreather." Hamilton looked like it was completely obvious.
"Wait wait wait. You have a 3d map in your head?"
"Just a sense of direction." - wow Jake's eyes are intense (what am I thinking?)
"We've gotta get down another flight. What direction do we go?"