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Dalek Week: Blindfold by jurodo Dalek Week: Blindfold by jurodo
Deryn, "Haven't you gotten it yet?"
Alek, "AHEM. Escaping takes time, especially when the lock pick is in one's swimming trunk!"
Deryn, "I'm not sure if you've noticed or not, but the blast water isn't rising any slower!"
Alek, "Did I mention that I'm doing this blindfolded!?"

Yup. Zoological Society mission.

Alek and Deryn (C) Scott Westerfeld
art (C) Jurodo
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kat65507 Featured By Owner Jan 10, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Oh the fanfic! This makes me want to write it!!! :) 
jurodo Featured By Owner Jan 11, 2014  Student Filmographer
By all means!
maximumgirl123 Featured By Owner Oct 24, 2012  Student Writer
Omg that would be SO COOL! that would make a seriouslt good fanfic
jurodo Featured By Owner Oct 25, 2012  Student Filmographer
XD Thanks. You should write it ^^
maximumgirl123 Featured By Owner Oct 28, 2012  Student Writer
Really ok i'll send u a link as soon as the first chapters out! thanks u so much
Luanna255 Featured By Owner Jul 15, 2012
Such an exciting scene!
jurodo Featured By Owner Jul 20, 2012  Student Filmographer
:D Thanks!
Lissa-Molloy Featured By Owner Jul 11, 2012  Student General Artist
Nice! Really nice.
Care to explain how they got in this situation?
jurodo Featured By Owner Jul 11, 2012  Student Filmographer
*clears throat* Right.


It was Bovril's fault?

That's all I got ^^ So it's up to your imagination now :D
Lissa-Molloy Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2012  Student General Artist
Okay! *cracks knuckles and steeples fingers* Here we go…

It was all Dr. Barlow’s fault.
Well, Alek admitted to himself as the water pooled around his ankles, although she’d gotten them into tricky situations in the past, this was not one of them.
This one was all on the Clankers, then.
Or not. The rivalry of technologies had subsided in the past years to nearly nothing. So they were not to blame, he supposed.
The water was creeping up his calves now, and his boxers were completely soaked through. Briefly, Alek wondered if he should be embarrassed that Deryn was there with him, also only wearing underclothes, but then he shook the thought away. It wasn’t something that hadn’t happened before, and it wasn’t as if she could see him, anyway.
Yes! It was Deryn’s fault. Now Alek rolled his eyes in the darkness and sighed. As if he could even consider her being the cause of this. If anything, she was the one that kept the pair of them from a worse fate.
“Haven’t you got it yet?” Deryn asked, irritated, but Alek could hear the fear hidden underneath.
Alek cleared his throat, trying concentrate. “Escaping takes time, especially when the lock pick is in one’s swimming trunk!” He gritted his teeth, trying to maneuver the bulky lock pick about inside the lock.
“I’m not sure if you’ve noticed or not, but the blast water isn’t rising any slower!” Deryn barked, and he heard her shift position in the water, now up past their hips. If only they could stand, they’d have more time.
“Did I mention I’m doing this blindfolded?” he growled, continuing to fiddle with the pick.
He could imagine her rolling her eyes. “At some point, aye. How high do you think the ceiling is?”
“Blindfolded!” was all Alek said. Deryn sighed.
There was a sharp click, and Alek’s arms fell apart from each other. He stifled a cry of triumph and pulled off his blindfold, and although it didn’t help his vision in the utter darkness, it was certainly a relief. It wasn’t a moment before he was working on Deryn’s bindings.
Okay, so it was his fault. A stupid mistake that landed them here, their lives on the line. He’d been rash and unthinking, pulled an amateur move, and now it wasn’t just him paying the price.
They’d been on a mission. A simple one, more routine than anything. The two of them were just checking out old Clanker hideouts, and neither had known that one was the headquarters of the new and highly dangerous British Mafia. They’d gone in unprepared, and Alek had just waltzed in through the door. Deryn had even warned him not to, but he hadn’t listened. It was like they’d been waiting for them, guns in hand. He could remember the thick fog of cigar smoke and their laughter as they so easily overpowered him. Alek had had to watch them capture his wife, the woman who he loved more than anything, and seen them punch her helplessly, which hurt more than when they’d been landing blows on his own skin.
And now they were here.
He bit back an ashamed cry thinking about it and blinked tears out of his eyes. There wasn’t time for that. He redoubled his efforts to get Deryn’s shackles unlocked, and finally he heard the click. She tore her blindfold off and spun around, wrapping her arms around him. “We’ll get out of here,” she whispered into his ear.
“I know,” he agreed, “I trust you.” And then he added, just for good measure, “I’m so sorry. I love you. Oh, Deryn, I love you.”
“I love you too, Dummkopf.”
It wasn’t twenty minutes later that they were out and on their way for reinforcements. Those bum-rags weren’t going to beat up his wife and get away with it.

So. Sound about right?
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