30 Days of Assorted One-Shots

Day 9: Running And Hiding

Prompt: Hiding

Title: Running And Hiding

Fandom: Mission: Impossible - Fallout

Warnings: Mentions of gun violence and bullet wounds, hospitals.

Word Count: 2,112

Synopsis: After getting separated from her Team while being pursed through the streets of Paris, Agent Y/N L/N must push on through her pain and continue onwards, finding a spot to wait out the rain after getting back in contact with her Team. But when the very same people who'd chased her through the city streets show up and box them in, will she manage to make it out?

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Running And Hiding

Exhausted.

You haven't felt this worn out in a long, long time.

You could swear you're sleeping on your feet at this point.

But you can't give up yet; you've made it this far - by some sort of miracle.

Somehow, your muddled thoughts can't even recognize how you'd been forced away from the rest of your Team.

Ethan, Benji, Luther...

They'd been forced to continue on without you after the Paris Police Force had nearly caught up with you after you had to bail from the motorcycle you'd been riding.

And all your Partner could do was glance over his shoulder and watch you drag yourself from the twisted pile of wreckage, stumbling back to your feet and desperately attempting to continue your escape.

Which you continue, stopping every now and then, your back resting against the cool brick walls of the rather stunning buildings that line the streets.

If it wasn't for your dire situation, you're almost positive that you'd have time to admire the gorgeous Parisian architecture.

But this...

Oh, this is beyond dire.

Sighing heavily, you let out of hiss of agony as you attempt yet again to put weight on your right ankle, only to fail.

Broken - maybe sprained.

Your thoughts are clouded - your judgment impaired.

It's a situation you've been trained for, over and over again back in your younger days.

But in all your time spent in the field...

You'd never been completely alone - hiding from everything and everyone.

At this point, who knows who's after you.

The Paris Police, maybe the CIA again, oh, and let's not forget the leftovers from the Syndicate, now calling themselves the Apostles.

Everything that could've gone wrong has gone wrong.

It should've dawned on you how tough things were going to get on whatever the hell this adventure has turned out to be, back in Berlin when the Apostles had managed to nab the first core of plutonium.