Fandom: John Carpenter (Escape from NY/LA)
Characters: Snake Plissken and Brazen
Prompt: 008: Awake
Word Count: 666
Author's Notes: Part two of this fic. For theatrical_muse prompt: Sunrise
Summary: Brazen wakes up in the car after the blizzard
Brazen woke with the first light of dawn glittering through the uncovered portion of the windshield. Lazily she started to stretch her legs and arms to work out the kinks from sleeping in such an uncomfortable position. The disappointed groan startled her. She had forgotten about the man with her in the seat. Brazen smiled to herself as she laid her head back down on his shoulder. If it had been Malloy out here with her, she would be dead. Brazen knew he wouldn’t have stopped for her but Plissken had. She reached up and touched his bristly cheeks. For all the reports he certainly wasn’t the man she expected to find. He’d saved her life and watched out for her even if he was harsh at times. No one had looked after her since her father had been killed in a shoot out with crazies north of LA. After that the academy had taken her in because she was old enough to train. Sixteen was the start of her police career and she’d never heard of anyone else starting that early. She’d always been treated one of two ways. Most of the time she was looked at as nothing more then a pretty girl they felt like they could push around. Either that or she was held at arms length until her skills were deemed useful to save someone’s reputation. That was why she was given the assignment with Plissken but they still hadn’t taken her seriously.
“Stop that!” The voice was a quiet growl causing Brazen to freeze wondering what she had done. It took a moment before she became aware of the soft lock of hair in her fingers. She reluctantly let it go. Pulling her hand back it brushed against his rough cheek and she immediately pulled it away.
He grabbed her hand moving it down and resting it on his waist. He pinned it there with his arm and shifted under her. A few more grumbles and he was asleep again.
His words reminded Brazen of the night before. It left her to wonder how long he had been awake and how long it had been since the snow stopped. Slowly she sat up and squinted in the light coming through the open section of windshield. The snow was much deeper then she remembered it the night before. She could see all the open areas where Plissken had walked about during the night. The holes were deep, up to the knee, if she had to guess.
Brazen glanced back at Plissken still sleeping behind her. There was a ritual to last night that she vaguely remembered. He woke her every hour or so, asked her how she was feeling, if she was hungry. He would go on to check her hands and feet rub them vigorously and ask her to wiggle her toes. Then he’s trudge out into the snow and brutal winds to ensure the car wasn’t getting buried. Finally he would return with red, frozen hands and shivering. She would be back in his lap and he would return to staring out the opening in the windshield. Brazen had no idea how many times he’d gone through this series of actions. Most of the night she imagined. He deserved to sleep.
Brazen glanced back from where she was sitting on his knee to see his eye open and looking at her groggily.
“How’s it looking out there?”
Brazen shrugged. “The snow looks deep.”
Plissken glanced out the window at the light and frowned. “Are you ready to get moving again?”
“Aren’t you tired?” Brazen couldn’t believe his drive. After yesterday and a few hours of sleep he was ready to trudge through the snow again? Snake did reply instead he sat up and lit a cigarette.
“We’ll start moving once I’m done.” He motioned with the cigarette down the slope. Brazen could see the determination in his expression. There would be no arguing with him this time.
Crossposted to 100moods and theatrical_muse