My dear friend, may I ask for a little drabble from you? Please do feel free to write about any of our favourite characters and ships! I unfortunately don't have any prompts right now, but perhaps there is something in your mind! Thank youuu <3
Here you goooo! Look at how hard I am working on my thesis 😅
Anyway, thank you so much for providing inspiration for this, in more ways than one <3 You will see.
Warning: it is rather angsty and addresses symptoms of ptsd
(Also, it's a triple drabble obviously)
[ID: gif of the motorway in Gridlock, cars driving close to each other. One dives below. end ID]
Ship: Alice/May Cassini
Rating: T
Genre: Angst
Their car looked strange, although it was difficult to pinpoint why. The walls were closer somehow, the entire space more crammed. The bed reached into the cockpit, the window was suddenly tiny.
May found herself wedged into a cupboard at the back that she had no recollection of possessing. Far away, she could see Alice, sitting in her usual seat at the wheel, softly speaking into the mic. Despite the room having shrunk in size, it seemed like an insurmountable distance to cross, especially since May had to climb over the bed with her old joints.
Huffing and puffing she reached her, resting her hand on Alice's shoulder for comfort while she caught her breath. Alice wasn't reacting, still talking into the mic. May tried looking out the window but she couldn't make out anything through the pinhead-sized glass.
"What are we doing here?" she asked. "Didn't we - leave the motorway?"
She remembered distantly, a nice little flat, a walkable city, a life with fresh air. It seemed like a fantasy, now.
"We must have reached the end somehow" she muttered.
Finally, Alice reacted. She turned the chair around and her face was oozing pity. May felt her heart go clammy as Alice took her hand, soft, wrinkly skins dancing across each other.
"Oh May" she said. "There is no end to the motorway."
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May shot up in bed, breathing heavily. She was in her flat, in New New York. She was not in her car. Alice was by her side, sleeping. Everything was okay.
Alice stirred, awoken by her panic. She tried to pry her eyes open.
"May?" she rasped. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, my sweetest" May lay down again, readily cuddling into her wife's open arms, doing her best to calm her breathing. "Go back to sleep, love."
Thank you for reading!