@faeblestâ said: five times + danger ( daphne ) meme:Â send me âfive times + a wordâ and iâll write a drabble about our muses based on it. status: accepting
ONE.Â
â we have to go.. now.  â thereâs a tremble in his voice that he tries to fight. you canât be scared in this moment, no, you can but you canât show it. they count on you -- she counts on you. â daphne. â he tugs on her hand; the sounds of clanking echoes behind them & grows louder with every passing second. thereâs not time - to stand here like sitting ducks while that - that thing closes in on them & does god knows what to them. okay, so maybe some manhandling was needed right now. with a sigh, he slides his arms under her & lifts. â you gave me no other choice - remember that. â he teases & with that, theyâre out of there for now.Â
TWO.
something doesnât sit right with him. something is.. off. stopping & turning unexpectedly, he shines his flashlight on the other three behind him -- three. brows furrowing, he glances around & then back at them. â daph ? whereâs daphne ? she was just here !  â panic starts to set in, you can see it in their eyes. â okay, okay, listen. â leader voice comes back out & he takes a deep breath before continuing, â velms and i will continue on this way. shag, you and scoob stick around here, head back the way we came a little and if you see or hear daph.. yell. got it ? â
THREE.Â
â no way ! no. this - this is crazy. iâm not - iâm not going to let you do this !  â he reaches out to grasp her arm, stopping her movements. of all the crazy, stupid, dangerous things theyâve been put in the middle of -- this one takes the cake. the only difference is, they donât have to be in the middle of it, they havenât been thrust in the middle yet she was choosing to put them in the middle. â you canât. not this time. this one is too big. too big for us, we let -- we let the professionals - the real professionals - handle this one. look, i donât - i donât ever tell you what to do but this time.. i am. youâre not doing this. end of story.  â
FOUR.
â youâre fine. â but the break in his voice contradicts the reassuring words he says. his fingers slip between hers & holds tightly while the other smooths back her hair. â you hear me ? you are gonna be tip-top shape. â he manages a small smile & bends to kiss her forehead. looking up, he glances out of the windshield as shaggy speeds through the streets; the hospital is in view. â i can see the hospital. weâre almost there. weâll get you help and.. youâll be fine. i promise. iâm not gonna let anything happen to you, daphne blake. â
FIVE.
running. thatâs all theyâve been doing for who knows how long now. the trees -- they all look the same at this point. his feet come to a skidding stop, daphne plowing into his back. â wait, wait ! â a cliff. stand here & get mauled or get lost in the woods & get mauled - or starve to death. or.. jump. he whips around, hands on her shoulders. â do you trust me ? â stupid question, you know she does. but he needs to hear it. â alright good. wrap your arms around me. â thereâs a look of confusion on her face & he motions quickly, â now, daph ! now. â he wraps his arms around her in return & moves them closer to the edge. â weâre gonna be fine, trust me. one.. two.. three. â with a deep breath, he lifts her & steps off. Â

















