I got bit by a helluva plot bunny today
From the Rubble (chapter 1) – After being caught in a terrorist bombing, Greg and Mycroft’s relationship is exposed and they must face the consequences.
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Greg smiled as he watched Mycroft. This was one of their favorite restaurants. It was discreet, quiet, and in the heart of the city they loved. They had a seat away from windows, shielded from most of the restaurant by a waiter’s station. They’d both been busy the last few weeks; this was their first night out in a while. Seeing Mycroft relax was well worth putting on a tie.
Glancing up, Mycroft caught his gaze and gave a rare smile in return. Under the table, Greg squeezed his hand. The waiter walked towards them with an appetizer. In the space of a heartbeat it all went to hell.
He saw the flash a second before the glass shattered. Without thinking he was across the table and trying to shield Mycroft when the building shuddered. There was a tremendous groan and he clung to his lover as the floor gave way and they were plunged into darkness.
Greg felt warmth underneath him. “Mycroft?”
There was a muffled moan and Greg shifted. They were in some kind of tight pocket but it was pitch black. “I think I broke your fall,” muttered Mycroft.
“I’m a lousy boyfriend,” said Greg.
Mycroft tensed at the word but for once didn’t correct him. “I do believe my arm is broken.”
“Shit.” Greg felt carefully around to figure out what they had to work with. ”We’ll get out of here. Don’t panic.” The pocket of space was just barely bigger than them and the ceiling prevented him from doing much more than raise his head. Faintly he could hear the muted sounds of emergency vehicles. "Help is already on the way.”
“I am not panicking, Gregory. I would appreciate if you’d do the same.”