|This is my
first attempt at writing in this universe. (Although it only borders on
it.) Thanks to Mog for creating this sandbox for us to play in.
Notes - Everything written here should be taken with a grain of salt. It is a silly piece - hopefully humorous. Hope it comes across as such.
Thanks to - NotTasha for ironing out the lumps and bumps.
"Buck!" JD Dunne
screamed, anxiously peering over his shoulder in search of his companion
and best friend.
A panting and out of breath Buck
Wilmington appeared to the right of the younger man. Rubbing his
numb hands together, he blew his breath into the cupped hands.
"I'm here, kid." Wilmington affectionately slapped JD's
shoulder. "Can't lose me that easily."
"Damn, I'm so cold,"
Dunne's face was pale, his entire body was exhausted, his limbs felt as
though they were detached and he couldn't stop the shivers that had hold
"Yeah," the ladies' man
agreed readily. "We gotta get out of here, before we freeze
to death." The light dusting of ice resting on his moustache
tickled the underside of his nose.
The computer expert started
slipping toward the floor, but a strong and supportive arm held him
upright. Hugging the light denim jacket in tighter, JD looked up
to see if the older man was serious. The air crystallised as he
spoke; "We've been searching for hours, Buck. We ain't gonna
get out of here," Dunne dejectedly whined.
"Kid, we ain't giving
up!" Wilmington solemnly swore. "If I gotta carry you
out, then I will." A wicked grin spread across the gregarious
man's face. "Besides, what will the rest of the guys do
without us around?"
This comment brought a wry smile to
the younger man's countenance. "Guess we keep looking
"That a boy," the
surveillance specialist cajoled. How was it, that as a trained AFT
agent with years of experience in many varied fields under his belt, he
could fail to find an exit out of this glacial wilderness?
The two ATF agents trudged
disheartened through the ice-cold snow. The legs of their pants
were wet and in some areas they had to plough though snow that was waist
Buck leaned toward the slowly
waning man. He shook his head, concerned that the younger man had
started mumbling under his breath. The ladies' man strained to
catch what his friend was saying, but the words were lost in the folds
of his jacket. "What cha saying, kid?"
Irritably Dunne looked at
Wilmington and snapped in response, "This is all your fault.
That we're here, I mean."
scowled in astonishment. "You're blaming me, for this mess
"Well…" Dunne warily
replied, but Buck didn't let him finish.
"You think this is all my
fault? You had absolutely nothing to do with this?" The
ladies' man asked in amazement.
JD stuttered, "Well, you
"Yeah, I understand
Dunne screamed then and pointed
frantically over the older man's shoulder. His eyes wide with
horror as the dark form closed in on them. Buck turned to see what
had frightened the young agent and swore at what he discovered.
"Come on, kid." Wilmington dragged the frozen man into
action and hauled him off in a new direction.
The two agents tired quickly, but
still continued on, furtively looking behind them to check if they were
being followed. Twenty minutes later JD was wheezing and fell to
his knees. "Can't go on. Buck, leave me here."
His head drooped to his chest and he sat back on his heels. Idly
his hands raked through the crisp snow on the ground.
"JD, listen to me. I'm
not leaving you behind. Chris and the other's would kill me."
Dunne refused to look up and Buck waited patiently, his gaze drawn to
the hole the agent was digging absently in the snow.
Dunne pulled his hand up in front
of his face; rank sticky green sludge covered his hand like a glove,
dripping back to the ground and staining the icy snow. The agent
screwed up his nose and gingerly rubbed the slime between his thumb and
forefinger, horrified at the distasteful texture of the ooze. A
shuddered rippled though him once more and in agitation flicked the
substance from his fingers and wiped the remainder down his pants leg.
"Ugh! Buck, that's disgusting."
"What do you suppose it came
from?" JD queried.
"Beats me. Obviously
something died." He extended his hand and pulled Dunne to his
feet. "Let's go."
"Do you recognise any of this,
Buck? I mean, I seem to remember some of the things, but it was
such a long time since I saw them, and now they don't quite look the
same any more."
"I know the feeling."
The ladies' man leaned against a rock to take a breath, but when the
mound began to move beneath him he jumped away in a panic, catching the
toe of his boot on a hidden article covered in the snow and falling on
his backside. A soft chortle resounded in his ears to begin with,
and he frowned dispassionately at JD.
Seeing the look Buck bestowed on
him, Dunne laughed harder, clutching his sides and doubling over as the
laughter ripped through him. The hilarity stopped when Wilmington
groped under the cover of snow and drew out a lump of muddy brown goop
and hurled it in his direction.
exclaimed, stumbling backwards to avoid the onslaught, but it impacted
in the centre of his chest. He looked down disgustedly at the
brown mess. "Right. You asked for it." The
youthful agent fell to his knee and dug a hole in the snow, using both
limbs to dig. A wicked gleam touched his lips at the nest of
refuse he'd discovered. His cheeks were rosy red with the cold,
but this didn't deter him in the slightest. Scooping up a portion
of the lumpy mixture into his palm, he ran towards the cowering man.
Wilmington held both hands up in
defeat, hoping Dunne wouldn't follow through. "Aw, come on,
JD. You wouldn't? Would you?"
Dunne didn't answer. He stood
over the top of the still fallen agent, upturned the contents from his
hand onto Wilmington's head, rubbing his fingers through the thick black
hair. The younger man flew back to his repository to garner more
fuel, while the ladies' man spat and groaned.
You boys home?"
Wilmington and Dunne shared a brief
look, then both called out in unison. "Chris? We're in
"Open the white door,"
Buck explained. A few minutes of silence then a small glow
appeared in the distance. "That's it, ya old war dog.
Yippee!! There's our way out."
The two agents raced for the door,
and the second they stepped over the threshold they put their combined
weight on it, slamming it closed.
Chris looked from one man to the
other in bewilderment. "What's going on?"
"It's all his fault," JD
Buck blushed furiously;
"You're not going to go on about that again are you?" He
ignored the mild look of surprise on his oldest friend's face and
pointedly jabbed his finger at JD's chest. "I cleaned it out
ten months ago. I remember, cause it was just before you moved
"You call that clean? I
had to pry that door open with a crowbar and the ice was so thick I
couldn't close the door back up, then it was me who defrosted it.
So it's gotta be your turn." JD triumphantly declared.
Larabee's jaw dropped and his eyes
widened to saucers. "Any wonder you can't find anything in
that freezer, if it hasn't been defrosted in all that time. I'd
hate to think what's growing in there." He rolled his
eyes to the ceiling and shook his head.
"It's your turn."
JD petulantly disputed.
"No it ain't… It's
yours," Buck argued.
Dunne threw both hands into the air
and stomped out of the kitchen, mumbling under his breath.
"Knew ya couldn't find the leftovers of last week's beef stroganoff
that Nettie sent over."
Wilmington arched his eyebrows and
looked at the freezer, shrugged his shoulders and followed his partner
into the living room and jumped into the recliner. "What cha
Wilmington reached for the
abandoned pizza box on the coffee table and tossed it in the direction
of the trash bin. The tall agent lifted his size ten boots and
dropped them on the now exposed spot on the table. A contented
sigh passed his lips. "So…ya want Chinese or Burgers for
Notes: Okay, I know that
normally you wouldn't find gooey, sticky and runny stuff in the freezer,
(it would be a solid lump,- but that just wouldn't fit in with the story
line. Any way, it would have knocked the poor guys over (and out) if
they'd been hit with that.)
Hope you all can guess at the motivation for writing this little snippet. Though I'll deny any claim that my freezer was in such a deplorable state. And it definitely is defrosted more regularly than Buck and JD obviously do theirs. (Though some of the stuff I found lying over in the back corner was a bit of a shock. <blush>)
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feedback...I'd love to know what you thought, even if it's to complain.