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kathierif_fic) wrote2009-10-26 06:19 pm
kathierif_fic) wrote2009-10-26 06:19 pm
Fic: The End Of The World (CSI:NY, AU, FRT-13)
Title: The End of the World
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kathierif_fic
Fandom: CSI:NY
Rating: FRT-13
Prompt: A is for Apocalypse,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Warnings: AU, end of the world, character death (mentioned)
Disclaimer: Not mine, no matter how much I wish for it.
Summary: The sky was burning, and this time, Sheldon Hawkes thought grimly, it didn’t just look like it did.
Word count: 592
The sky was burning, and this time, Sheldon Hawkes thought grimly, it didn’t just look like it did.
It really burned.
Fiery, red-hot pieces of rock were entering the atmosphere and poisoning the air they needed to breathe, and most of the rocks hadn’t cooled down yet when they crashed into the surface of the planet, causing more harm and damage than any man could’ve ever imagined.
They had lost Danny and Lindsay to such an attack – a huge meteor had hit their apartment building, leaving only smoldering pieces of rock and broken concrete behind.
At that time, they hadn’t known yet how much worse it could get.
But it did get worse.
Poisonous gasses from one of the meteors had escaped into the atmosphere and had gotten into billions of houses, Sheldon remembered bitterly, killing so many people, including Adam and Sid and a lot of the Crime Lab’s staff. The meteors also had caused earthquakes – Mac and Flack in the squad car hadn’t stood a single chance to escape when the bridge had broken down under them suddenly.
Those were only a few of the losses, Sheldon thought as he stood on top of what once had been the New York Crime Lab. Instead of a hustling, flourishing city, a graveyard surrounded him. Fires were glowing under him, and a deathly silence filled the air around him – the silence before the storm, before the next meteor would hit.
There hadn’t been news from Europe in more than three days, and they were expecting the worst. Australia had drowned weeks ago, when a meteor had caused the biggest flood since Noah’s times.
Time was running out for mankind. Their technology wasn’t good enough to protect them or their planet from this catastrophe, and sooner or later, one of the meteors crashing into Earth would be forceful enough to rip the planet apart and kill them all.
They were doomed, and they were helpless to do anything at all, besides pray for an afterlife.
He felt the presence of another person behind him more than he heard the footsteps on the gravel, even with the hot wind dying down and leaving a truly unnatural silence behind.
Like a graveyard, he thought again while turning around. He suppressed a shudder.
He wasn’t ready for that yet.
Stella stepped up to him with an exhausted smile. Dark shadows and smudges covered her face, her hair was stringy and pulled back from her face into a loose ponytail. Her jeans were dirty and ripped, the shirt she wore several sizes too big. She’d rolled up the sleeves to her elbows and had wrapped her arms around herself.
“Hey,” Sheldon greeted softly. His voice was unnaturally loud.
“Hey,” she replied tiredly and leaned against him briefly, a silent show of support and friendship. They had only gotten closer as time went on and the world around them had, piece for piece, broken apart.
Sheldon lifted his arm – the sweater he was dressed in he’d found in the locker rooms of the lab – and hesitantly put it around her shoulders, holding her close to himself.
The wind picked up again.
The world around them was slowly getting destroyed.
But, they weren’t dead yet, and there still were good things to be cherished.
As long as they had each other, they weren’t giving up yet.
There still was hope, no matter how slim it was.
As long as they were living, they were hoping.
And if necessary, they would hold on to that hope until the bitter end.
~end.
Author:
kathierif_ficFandom: CSI:NY
Rating: FRT-13
Prompt: A is for Apocalypse,
au_abcWarnings: AU, end of the world, character death (mentioned)
Disclaimer: Not mine, no matter how much I wish for it.
Summary: The sky was burning, and this time, Sheldon Hawkes thought grimly, it didn’t just look like it did.
Word count: 592
The sky was burning, and this time, Sheldon Hawkes thought grimly, it didn’t just look like it did.
It really burned.
Fiery, red-hot pieces of rock were entering the atmosphere and poisoning the air they needed to breathe, and most of the rocks hadn’t cooled down yet when they crashed into the surface of the planet, causing more harm and damage than any man could’ve ever imagined.
They had lost Danny and Lindsay to such an attack – a huge meteor had hit their apartment building, leaving only smoldering pieces of rock and broken concrete behind.
At that time, they hadn’t known yet how much worse it could get.
But it did get worse.
Poisonous gasses from one of the meteors had escaped into the atmosphere and had gotten into billions of houses, Sheldon remembered bitterly, killing so many people, including Adam and Sid and a lot of the Crime Lab’s staff. The meteors also had caused earthquakes – Mac and Flack in the squad car hadn’t stood a single chance to escape when the bridge had broken down under them suddenly.
Those were only a few of the losses, Sheldon thought as he stood on top of what once had been the New York Crime Lab. Instead of a hustling, flourishing city, a graveyard surrounded him. Fires were glowing under him, and a deathly silence filled the air around him – the silence before the storm, before the next meteor would hit.
There hadn’t been news from Europe in more than three days, and they were expecting the worst. Australia had drowned weeks ago, when a meteor had caused the biggest flood since Noah’s times.
Time was running out for mankind. Their technology wasn’t good enough to protect them or their planet from this catastrophe, and sooner or later, one of the meteors crashing into Earth would be forceful enough to rip the planet apart and kill them all.
They were doomed, and they were helpless to do anything at all, besides pray for an afterlife.
He felt the presence of another person behind him more than he heard the footsteps on the gravel, even with the hot wind dying down and leaving a truly unnatural silence behind.
Like a graveyard, he thought again while turning around. He suppressed a shudder.
He wasn’t ready for that yet.
Stella stepped up to him with an exhausted smile. Dark shadows and smudges covered her face, her hair was stringy and pulled back from her face into a loose ponytail. Her jeans were dirty and ripped, the shirt she wore several sizes too big. She’d rolled up the sleeves to her elbows and had wrapped her arms around herself.
“Hey,” Sheldon greeted softly. His voice was unnaturally loud.
“Hey,” she replied tiredly and leaned against him briefly, a silent show of support and friendship. They had only gotten closer as time went on and the world around them had, piece for piece, broken apart.
Sheldon lifted his arm – the sweater he was dressed in he’d found in the locker rooms of the lab – and hesitantly put it around her shoulders, holding her close to himself.
The wind picked up again.
The world around them was slowly getting destroyed.
But, they weren’t dead yet, and there still were good things to be cherished.
As long as they had each other, they weren’t giving up yet.
There still was hope, no matter how slim it was.
As long as they were living, they were hoping.
And if necessary, they would hold on to that hope until the bitter end.
~end.