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no_true_pairTitle: A Helping Hand
Fandom: Victor Victoria / The Mummy Series
Pairing/Characters: Carroll "Toddy" Todd & Evelyn Carnahan-O'Connell
Content Notes: None
Prompt: September 4 it's dark and there's only one flashlight
"Monsieur!"
One day, Toddy might learn to ignore the sudden cry of a person somehow in distress and commanding at once. Today was not that day. He waded through the press of humanity fleeing the terror to get to the woman who was holding her ground near an open pit or partial sinkhole.
"I am sorry to delay you, sir, but you have a torch, and mine has stopped," the woman said. Before Toddy could say she should just follow the crowd, she continued. "My son was shoved down there, and I must go find him."
"Then, madame, take my torch, and I shall endeavor to keep the others from further causing harm here at the edge," Toddy said. She flashed a smile, exchanged the end of a rope that was tied to her — where in the names of all the saints had that come from — for his flashlight, and then dropped into the hole with the aplomb of a professional cave explorer. Toddy used his bulk to make the edge of the hole more obvious to avoid, and waited, hoping the woman was not too long.
Granted, he was very sourly thinking the promised evacuations would be overcrowded as it was, and a raging old queen like himself might just be noble and give up a place.
He suddenly had to plant himself as the rope tugged, and in less time than even he would have thought possible, the woman was coming up with a youth thrown over a shoulder. Toddy reached and helped both out, with the boy wobbling a bit, touching his temple where it looked vaguely bloody in what light there was.
"Thank you," the woman said. "Now, I have delayed you, so if you will come with me and Alex, we'll make certain you have a way out; they say the front line could be here in hours."
"You don't even know me," Toddy said, but he steadied the boy, while the woman rapidly was coiling the rope.
"You stopped to help, didn't argue. So come along; you're with me now. Evelyn O'Connell, my son Alex, and if we hurry, my husband won't come to fight the enemy all on his own."
"Mum!" Alex protested that glib joke.
"He would."
"Maybe."
Toddy had to smile. "Lead on, dear lady, and I will do my best to be amiable and company for you in the escape!"
Fandom: Victor Victoria / The Mummy Series
Pairing/Characters: Carroll "Toddy" Todd & Evelyn Carnahan-O'Connell
Content Notes: None
Prompt: September 4 it's dark and there's only one flashlight
"Monsieur!"
One day, Toddy might learn to ignore the sudden cry of a person somehow in distress and commanding at once. Today was not that day. He waded through the press of humanity fleeing the terror to get to the woman who was holding her ground near an open pit or partial sinkhole.
"I am sorry to delay you, sir, but you have a torch, and mine has stopped," the woman said. Before Toddy could say she should just follow the crowd, she continued. "My son was shoved down there, and I must go find him."
"Then, madame, take my torch, and I shall endeavor to keep the others from further causing harm here at the edge," Toddy said. She flashed a smile, exchanged the end of a rope that was tied to her — where in the names of all the saints had that come from — for his flashlight, and then dropped into the hole with the aplomb of a professional cave explorer. Toddy used his bulk to make the edge of the hole more obvious to avoid, and waited, hoping the woman was not too long.
Granted, he was very sourly thinking the promised evacuations would be overcrowded as it was, and a raging old queen like himself might just be noble and give up a place.
He suddenly had to plant himself as the rope tugged, and in less time than even he would have thought possible, the woman was coming up with a youth thrown over a shoulder. Toddy reached and helped both out, with the boy wobbling a bit, touching his temple where it looked vaguely bloody in what light there was.
"Thank you," the woman said. "Now, I have delayed you, so if you will come with me and Alex, we'll make certain you have a way out; they say the front line could be here in hours."
"You don't even know me," Toddy said, but he steadied the boy, while the woman rapidly was coiling the rope.
"You stopped to help, didn't argue. So come along; you're with me now. Evelyn O'Connell, my son Alex, and if we hurry, my husband won't come to fight the enemy all on his own."
"Mum!" Alex protested that glib joke.
"He would."
"Maybe."
Toddy had to smile. "Lead on, dear lady, and I will do my best to be amiable and company for you in the escape!"