Primeval fic: Rain
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knitekatTitle: Rain
Author: knitekat
Word Count: 300
Characters: Christine Johnson
Rating: 15
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. Certainly not me. Writing for fun and will replace.
A/N: Inspired by this week's P100 challenge 478: Rain, but they aren't standalone drabbles.
Christine Johnson had always been told it had rained when she was born. She didn't know if it was true, but she had always loved the rain as a child. She had happily splashed through every puddle she could, often on the arm of her father or older sister.
She had even shared her first kiss with a boy in the rain, beneath the inadequate bus shelter after they'd ran but still missed the last bus home. They'd laughed and then kissed and both had smiled and jumped in puddles as they'd walked home, soaked to the skin but happy.
A few years later, Christine came to hate the rain. It was raining the day sombre men in drab, grey suits knocked on the door and told her the news. She had been watching it live on the TV, but hadn't realised the bomb blast which shattered that building had also shattered her life.
It had even rained the day she listened to people speak of her father and his tireless work, of her sister and how they would all miss her. She refused to break, to cry, she wouldn't give the rain that satisfaction as she buried her family.
Christine huddled in the ruins of mankind, dirty and bedraggled, scarred and scared. She now prayed for rain, it was the one time she could even consider relaxing. The Predators didn't seem to like the rain, Christine believed it confused their sonar.
As rain fell, she took the chance to search for a way home and cursed her luck when a Predator stumbled onto her, claws raised.
A shot split the air and she looked up into the green eyes of her first love, his hair plastered against his skull even as he held out a hand. “Run with me?”
Author: knitekat
Word Count: 300
Characters: Christine Johnson
Rating: 15
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. Certainly not me. Writing for fun and will replace.
A/N: Inspired by this week's P100 challenge 478: Rain, but they aren't standalone drabbles.
Christine Johnson had always been told it had rained when she was born. She didn't know if it was true, but she had always loved the rain as a child. She had happily splashed through every puddle she could, often on the arm of her father or older sister.
She had even shared her first kiss with a boy in the rain, beneath the inadequate bus shelter after they'd ran but still missed the last bus home. They'd laughed and then kissed and both had smiled and jumped in puddles as they'd walked home, soaked to the skin but happy.
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A few years later, Christine came to hate the rain. It was raining the day sombre men in drab, grey suits knocked on the door and told her the news. She had been watching it live on the TV, but hadn't realised the bomb blast which shattered that building had also shattered her life.
It had even rained the day she listened to people speak of her father and his tireless work, of her sister and how they would all miss her. She refused to break, to cry, she wouldn't give the rain that satisfaction as she buried her family.
***
Christine huddled in the ruins of mankind, dirty and bedraggled, scarred and scared. She now prayed for rain, it was the one time she could even consider relaxing. The Predators didn't seem to like the rain, Christine believed it confused their sonar.
As rain fell, she took the chance to search for a way home and cursed her luck when a Predator stumbled onto her, claws raised.
A shot split the air and she looked up into the green eyes of her first love, his hair plastered against his skull even as he held out a hand. “Run with me?”
