Disclaimer: They aren't mine.
A/N: I wouldn't recommend trying this at home. Thanks Alani and Amy for reviewing
From between the boards on the window we watched the snowfall outside, any minute our rescuers would arrive. Any minute now. Yes, we would be rescued in mere minutes. Any time now. Why in a moment we would be saved.
"Maybe it's the snow that caused a delay." I said.
"Definitely the snow." Langly said.
"Or they're setting up. After all we're hostages, they won't us to die in the crossfire."
"Sure."
"They aren't coming are they?"
"Nope."
"We're going to die a slow miserable death aren't we?"
"Yep."
The snow came down in light fluffy pieces; it was very serene except for sheer number of fluffy pieces. They fell to the ground creating layers of snow in minutes; a sight I'm quite used to in Canada, except Yankees in my experience can't clean up snow. I supposed our rescuers had decided it simply too cold for rescuing and turned around. In the meantime Langly and I waited for death.
"How long do you think we have?"
"Whenever the bastards feel like it they'll take us out."
"Langly, when I said 'how long do you think we have' I meant 'say something to make me feel better'"
"We have time for some really great we're-gonna-die-sex."
"I meant something reassuring."
Suprisingly that did make me feel better. I'm going to die, but I'm flattered an unsentimental computer geek finds me attractive…oh God, we really are doomed.
"Can't we do anything? Like break down the door and garrote our captors with dental floss."
"I'm a computer genius not MaGuiver!"
"I know!"
"What?"
"We could like make weaponry with stuff from the room!"
"We're going to complementary-mint them to death?"
"No, I have a cart of cleaning supplies, and as you so cleverly discovered, we can rip bed sheets."
"Molotov cocktails…. Jesus, what kind of librarian are you? I thought you like looked up environmental law or something."
"Are you going to ponder my ulterior motives or help me?"
"I fear what you'll do to me if I don't."
So we sat on the floor, like kids doing arts and crafts, except instead of kids it was a mild-mannered librarian and a dorky investigative reporter and instead of macaroni shakers we were making Molotov cocktails…okay bad analogy. We ripped sheets into strips and but them in bottles of cleaner. Don't get your hopes up; there's a reason people use gasoline and not alcohol, as far as weapons go they were meant for distraction purposes only. When we finished we had three half full bottles of cleaner with fuses and two aerosol cans, if we were going to die, we would wingus and dingus with us.