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[Not me posting a angst story even though i promised fluff and smut because of the last chapter]
Author: AstridRaine ( on ao3 )
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They were halfway to Pluto when an ominous groaning noise made Draco look up to the rounded ceiling of their spaceship. A weird creaking noise overlapped the sound of static coming from the smaller computers, all of a sudden there was a loud sound and the static stopped.
It was dead silent except for the snores from his partner. Draco waited, leaning forward with his heart pounding and pressed any key on the headset he wore, even when he slept.
"Hello?" He called, his voice abnormally loud in the unexpected silence. There was no reply, it was like his radio wasn't working at all. Draco turned to his companion and shook him roughly.
"Wake up, Potter! Something's wrong, goddamit why do you sleep like the fucking dead, you moron?"
Potter jerked up after Draco's hand connected to his cheek. Blearily, he clasped his cheek as if checking to see if it was still intact before looking at Draco in shock.
"Did you just slap me?"
Draco rolled his eyes, "we have bigger problems, you idiot, the computers are down back at the station!"
Potter blinked at Draco before testing his own headset. Draco sighed impatiently as Potter did the exact same thing he did just five seconds ago.
"Finished testing?" He snarked once he saw that Potter was done and had instead started blinking owlishly at him. Draco sighed again, did this man only know how to blink?
"We have no signal, or way of communication?" Potter asked faintly, Draco wanted to shove the man, how on earth did Harry Potter end up being the Golden Boy of NASA? His mental state was more of a rock.
"Yes Potter," Draco said, speaking slowly as if he was talking to a particularly small child.
Potter's eyes immediately flicked to the oxygen timer attached to the connecting wall of the side and ceiling of their spaceship. Draco looked too and nearly choked.
30:45
"Thirty minutes of oxygen?" Draco would've had a heart attack if he wasn't frantically looking everywhere for something, anything to help them raise the time they had before there would be no oxygen left. He could already feel the pressure building at his temples and the sudden hotness of the spaceship in the air around him.
He desperately flicked switches and pounded on the button that would result in their emergency intercom to the station when he got no response, Draco's breathing started getting heavier. He looked at the timer again.
28:09
"Why aren't you doing anything?" Draco shouted at a strangely quiet Potter who was watching him freak out with a blank expression.
"What's there to do, Malfoy?" Potter asked leaning back slightly on his chair, "we're stuck in the middle of space with no way of escape, our oxygen is running out fast and you freaking out isn't gonna do anything helpful except losing your oxygen quicker."
Draco paused and considered that, out of the two of them, he had always prided himself on being the sensible one, but here was Potter advising him to basically shut the fuck up and just die?
"Let's talk," Potter said peacefully before Draco could utter an indignant retort.
"Talk?" Draco sputtered almost choking on his spit, they were going to die in less than twenty-five minutes and Potter wanted to talk like they were buddies on a picnic? "What the bloody hell are you on, Potter?"
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