GATE:
THUS THEY FOUGHT
Disclaimer: I do not own Gate: Jieitai Kanochi nite, Kaku Tatakaeri or any of the characters (with the exception of the two OCs) in it. All material is property of it's respective copyright owners.
Recap of Last Chapter: While on his way to a medical conference in the Ginza City Center in Toyko, Dr. Fredric Steiner met Dr. Albert Fleming, an acquaintance of his. On the way to their respective destinations the two where suddenly caught up in something far larger than they could possibly imagine when, out of nowhere, a large Gate appeared in the street.
Tokyo, Ginza City Center,
11:25 AM.
The two men crouched behind a dumpster in an alleyway gasping for breath. All around them the screams of the people who had not been lucky enough to run away fast enough could be heard.
"This, is, bad." Fleming somehow managed to say, in between breaths. "Really, really bad!"
"We need to get out of here." responded Steiner, talking a calming breath.
"Yeah, but how? I mean-" came Fleming's voice, though he stopped mid-sentence to look at the sky.
"Hey, Steiner?"
"Yes?"
"Are you seeing what I'm seeing?" he asked, pointing to the smoke filled sky above them.
Using his hands to shield his eyes from the mid-day sun, the surgeon tilted his hand and saw what could only be described as something from a fantasy novel.
"Well, Fleming..." he said, still gazing above. "If you're seeing a giant, fire breathing dragon, then yes. Yes I am."
"Oh, okay then. Just checking..." came the half-hearted reply.
A scream from particularly nearby caught the pair's attention as they stood in the alley.
"Ahh, damn it! We have to do something!" exclaimed Fleming.
"Well, yeah. We should make a run for it when all this let's up." responded Steiner, gesturing to rampant chaos occurring on the streets.
"That's not what I'm talking about!"
"Hmm? What do you mean then?"
"Look Steiner, people are dying out there. Now, i don't know about you but that is not something I am okay with!" he explained.
"Well I don't see what we can do! I mean, we cant exactly take down a dragon, now can we?"
"Aww, come on your'e with the MSF, right?"
"Well, yes. Though i don't understand how that means I can kill a dra-"
"That's not my point, idiot! Come on, your'e a surgeon and I'm a biologist. I'm pretty sure that between the two us we can do something to help out!"
"Whoah, when the hell did you become a hero?"
"Look, don't get me wrong. I'm scared as hell, man!" admitted Fleming. "Those people out there though, they need our help!"
"Wow..." thought Steiner standing before Fleming. Here in front of him was a man who was willing to lay down his life in order to help someone he didn't even know. A man who, despite being afraid himself, was ready to go out into a literal war zone tosave another's life. What sort of a man was Steiner then if he, an actual member of the MSF, was cowering in an alley while people died around him?
"All right let's go!" Steiner said, looking at Fleming with new-found admiration.
"And, besides. What sort of a Fellow of the Royal Society of Canada would I be if I didn't help?" Fleming added, some how managing to mention his credentials even in a situation as serious as theirs.
"And there goes that admiration..." Steiner thought.
"Now come on! The police must have called this in so we should be good to move." Fleming called over his shoulder, already having made his way to the main street.
Steiner followed him to find that some sort of boundary had been established, with police clashing with what looked like roman cavalrymen? What the hell was going on? Bodies were strewn across the street and the walls were stained a familiar shade of red as he made his way to where Fleming was talking to a group of paramedics about the situation.
"Hey, Steiner!" he shouted. "Come on, were gonna help these guys move the injured over. Apparently everyone's heading to the Imperial Palace. We're gonna set up a medical station in there and get these guys sorted out." he said looking over to some people who had clearly better days.
"All right, lets do it!" he replied. Looking at the sky once more he saw what appeared to be helicopters engaging the dragon. "Huh, so they called in the military? Probably a good idea..." he thought.
"Hey come on hurry up! You can look at Smaug over there all you want later!" came Fleming's annoyed voice."I swear, for an MSF surgeon, you sure aren't doing much to help!" he said, helping one of the paramedics lift a man onto a stretcher.
"I'm coming, I'm coming! Calm down!" he replied. "Huh, It's going to be a long day..."
Seven Hours Later...
"Finally, I'm done here..." Steiner sighed, as he walked out of the medical tent that housed their little makeshift operating theater. Looking around he realized just how long it had been since all this started when he noticed the warm, orange glow of the setting sun.
"Oh, wow. It's you!" came a voice from behind him.
Turning around Steiner saw that it was one the paramedics from earlier.
"You have no idea how much of a help you've been. The hospital was too far away to be of any help and with everything that was going on just getting to it would have been hard enough. Thank you for your help!" he said extending his hand.
"Oh, well it was nothing. Just doing my job! I'd, uh, shake your hand, but as as you can see that probably wouldn't be too wise..." Steiner replied, looking at the blood soaked surgical gloves he was wearing.
"Oh, yes, of course. Well if you'd like to follow me we can get you some water to wash up."
"That would be nice, thank you."
While following the paramedic Steiner heard a familiar voice from somewhere around there.
"Damn, I'm beat..."
Looking around Steiner saw none other than Fleming, sitting down on a bench with a can of soda in his hand.
"Hey, just what the hell did you do to get so tired, anyway?" Steiner asked.
"Hey well, if it isn't old man Steiner!" said Fleming, happily.
"Just who are you calling old? I'm 47 dammit!"
"Whoa, really? You look at least 55. I mean come on, your hairs pretty damn grey..."
"Yeah, well that's because I actually work. Unlike you just sitting around all damn day!"
"Hey, hey, hey! I did plenty of work! Just because I'm not a medical doctor doesn't mean I'm completely useless! Who do you think has been handling the less serious first aid? Huh? That's right, me!" Fleming ranted.
"Well he actually did help out a lot..." came the paramedics voice.
"You see! Thank you!" said Fleming looking at the man.
"Huh, that reminds me." Steiner said, looking over to where some military personal could be seen talking. "What happened with that gate?"
"Hm, good question. What did happen?" Fleming agreed.
"Those things, whatever they where," Steiner said, "seemed to come out of it."
"I guess? Look I don't know. I'm too tired to think right now." Fleming responded, stifling a yawn.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. I suppose well just have to wait for tomorrow." Steiner looked back at Fleming to see that he had fallen asleep. "Wow, managing to fall asleep at a time like this. I suppose he's got the right idea though, I'm pretty tired myself." Steiner thought as he started to look around for that paramedic. He really needed to get the blood of his hands...
Author's Note: And there we go! Chapter Two is done! I'd love to hear what you guys think about the OCs so far as this my first project. Well, anyways thanks for reading and please do feel free to leave a review. It really helps!
