Running
A/N: HALLO~
LOOK IT'S GREGSTOPHE :D
HURRAAAH!
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Warnings: Swearing, bad-ass-ery and guns.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters or the show South Park. I own... umm... the laptop I write these on. *shrugs*
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Two shadowy silhouettes crept around the back of the falling-down building, sticking close to the walls to avoid being seen.
"Sheet, eet'll be 'ard to get out of 'ere wiz-out being seen." The broader of the two teens whispered in a gravelly French accent.
"I know it will Christophe, but we should be able to do it. We just have to creep around here, get to that building by covering behind that wall, and then it's around 100 metres to that piece of metal, for a quick shelter, then another 100 to the gates, where we'll be able to get out. The jeep is out there, you can drive us outta this area and we'll be back in South Park within 10 hours, assuming there are no complications." The smaller blonde boy whispered back, his higher British voice totally contrasting his friend's lower one.
"Ah Gregory, what would I do wiz-out your plans?" the brunette chuckled affectionately, stomping out his cigarette before peering around the corner of the building to check the coast was clear.
"You'd die." Gregory smiled mischievously. The pair ran to the shelter of the low wall, before the French mercenary turned to face his British companion, frowning.
"Non, I would not." The blonde gave him a look, and Christophe rolled his eyes "Ok, one time. But give me a break, eet was all zat fat keeds fault. Damn guard-dogs." The boy shuddered. "Ignoring zat… I would dig a tunnel. Tunnels are easier and safer zan all zis undercover running." He defended.
"Sure, sure Chris. But running is faster, and more fun; if you're good at it that is." He smirked as they edged carefully along the wall, running behind another building and walking at normal pace.
"I am perfectly capable at running Greg. I just 'ave more equipment to carry. Besides, underground no-one can see you to shoot at you. Zat, you cannot argue with." He stated, slightly ruffled at the suggestion his companion had made.
"Touché Christophe, touché." Gregory nodded. They stopped, studying the short distance with no cover. "We sprint for that bit of corrugated steel, yes? Then stop for a minute to cover and then run home-free to the jeep. Ok?"
"Oui, if you say so."
The two boys started to run across the open space, crouching low to try not to be seen. It didn't work, because when they were halfway they heard one of the guards shout.
"Intruders! Shoot them! I don't care if you kill them or not, just don't let them get away!"
"Sheet!" Christophe cursed, jumping and stumbling as the gunfire rang out.
"Run faster!" Gregory yelled, speeding up and overtaking Christophe.
The brunette cried out as he was shot in the leg. He attempted to continue running but his leg would not allow it; it simply collapsed as he put his weight onto it. Christophe lay helplessly, pulling at his shovel to try and use it; as a crutch, to dig a quick hole, anything, but the clasp that held it in place would not budge.
He turned to see Gregory stopped beside him, occasionally dodging from side to side so he wasn't stood still too long. His light brown eyes were wide, concerned and – could Christophe see fear in them?
"Run Gregory! You must get ze information to ze government!" he yelled over the gunfire, trying desperately to keep a brave face. His leg was in extreme pain, and he knew that lying still he'd be an easy target. He pushed Gregory's leg in an attempt to prompt the boy forward; the blonde stayed still by his side, still dodging and darting, looking from the men shooting, to the cover and down at Christophe.
"I'm not leaving without you Chris." He muttered, finally ducking to grab the brunette under the arms and start dragging him along.
"Zat's stupid. Get out of 'ere. I'm sloweeng you down. Go on Gregory, I don't want you fucking dyeeng!" Christophe yelled.
"I don't want you dying either!" Gregory retorted. He pulled Christophe up onto his good leg, forcing the brunette's arm over his shoulder before pulling Christophe towards the gap in the fence, their jeep and ultimately, safety. Christophe, realising that Gregory obviously wasn't just going to abandon him, hopped at fast as he could.
The two boys clambered into the jeep and Gregory put his foot down, speeding them away until there were no shots heard. They got onto a road and slowed down to the fastest the speed limit would allow; Gregory liked to keep on the right side of the law when possible. Christophe, having recovered himself, glared over at the blonde.
"Zat was fucking stupid." He hissed.
"You're okay, I'm okay, we've succeeded, that's all that matters." Gregory said calmly. Christophe shook his head and lit a cigarette.
"You are an idiot." The brunette muttered.
"Love you too Chris." Gregory replied sarcastically, but both boys knew it held a secret, more literal meaning. Christophe smirked.
"Je t'aime aussi. Now get me to a 'ospital."
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A/N: Tada~
This has been hiding in my folders for AGES, it's the first Gregstophe fic I think I ever wrote.
For some reason I find Christophe's line of 'You must get ze information to ze government!' REALLY funny xD
And Gregory is an expert at dodging shots :P
Also, welcome my new GREGSTOPHE ONESHOTS to my one-shot collection! Mwahahaha~ I will be adding all other Gregstophe oneshots to here, and I'll thank you for your reviews on each story if you've already reviewed. Thank you, and goodbye for now :)