Title: Out of the fire...

Author:

Fandom: Ginger Snaps

Characters: Ginger and Sam.

Rating: PG+13 for swearing.

Synopsis: Takes place after Ginger Snaps; AU, this story does not follow the cannon storyline. Continues on with what happened to Ginger and Sam after the movie.

Prompt: 013 - Flame

Sam?

What was Sam doing at the Fitzgerald house? And how had he gotten those wounds? These were questions Ginger would have asked if he'd been awake. The slender redhead painfully crouched down near him, every part of her body feeling sore, particularly her chest. He's alive, she determined but that seemed wrong. There was something about Sam's state that was bothering Ginger with feelings of that she should remember how this had happened. Minutes were passing by as she sat there mutely staring at the blood-stained boy, watching the rise and fall of his chest. Watching the smoke drift by his face...

Smoke ! Ginger started, falling back as she remembered the smoke and why she had to get out of the house. Brilliant orange flames peeked out of the kitchen casting a flickering light to the hallway. Beautiful,Ginger's scattered mind noted before she finally acted. Grabbing Sam's body, her hazel hued eyes scanned for escape. The door to the garage, escape her mind realized. Why the fuck does he have to be so heavy?! another part of Ginger's mind demanded as she hauled the young man roughly to the garage door. She should have just left him, Ginger would have had no trouble doing so earlier but now...now he was the only person around her. Where was Brigitte? Where was her sister who swore never to leave her side?

How the fuck did the house catch on fire?

How do you think it caught on fire?, a smug, gravelly voice asked Ginger silently. How do fires normally start, Ginger? The young red-head shuddered at the sound of that alien, beastly voice in her mind. Just because she was no longer in werewolf, it didn't mean the beast went away she suddenly realized.

Get out of my mind!, Ginger howled silently as she dragged Sam's body into the garage.

He's dead. You should leave him, the beast replied, ignoring her command. Sam coughed and then groaned. Well, he's almost dead, the beast corrected. Ginger ignored the offered advice and checked Sam. He was barely awake now, groaning and trying to talk. "Not now Sam", Ginger snarled when he tried to say her name. The next he tried to do was point. "What?" she snapped at him before realizing what Sam was pointing to.

His van. Their escape. "Thank God!", Ginger breathed as the pair lurched towards the van when Ginger awkwardly opened and shoved Sam through the passenger door. Ignoring her own blood covered nakedness, Ginger climbed into the driver seat. "You better have left the keys Sam", she growled hoarsely but was relieved to see the keys dangling in the ignition. The van roared to life as she turned the keys but that was the easy part as Ginger took the wheel and didn't have a clue what to do next. Thanks to Pam's over-bearing mothering, Ginger had never learned to drive.

"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Goddamn you Pam", she yelled in a raspy voice, beating her hands on the wheel in frustration.

"Put..your...foot..on..the break", Sam wheezed. She stared at him for a moment, amazed he could talk. "The...big..pedal...on the floor", Sam continued sarcastically, pointing when she didn't move. She glared at him but for once, did as she was told as Sam guided her in how to drive. It was almost funny, the fact that this was how she learned how to drive. Maybe she would even laugh about it years later, if she had them, but right now Ginger's nerves were shot.

"We have to get out of here", Ginger said to Sam, to herself. "We have to find Brigitte".

-TO BE CONTINUED-