Candyland (candyfics) wrote,

High Speed (Fanfic100)

Title: High Speed
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Shinichi, Ran (General series)
Prompt: #65—passing
Word Count: 948 words
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: I do not own Detective Conan. It all belongs to Gosho Aoyama. I simply borrow the characters, tie them up, and dance them around like life-sized puppets. I do wish they’d stop complaining.
Summary: Hell hath no fury like a mother defending her child.

“So where to next?” Shinichi asked as he turned the key in the ignition. The engine roared merrily to life in response, and he backed carefully out of the parking spot at the bank and put it in drive to head back towards the road.

In the passenger seat, Ran glanced down at her list and marked something off with her pen. “Let’s see, we’re done at the bank. Already went to the library and the pharmacy, so next…” She glanced up. “We need to stop at the eye doctor’s. They called and said that your reading glasses have been fixed, so we can pick them up. And then we should go to the grocery store—they’re having a sale on beef, so we might as well get some and freeze it, and we’re out of laundry detergent. And then I would not say no to grabbing lunch on the way home.” That last was said with an impish grin.

“As my lady wishes it, so shall it be,” Shinichi grinned, earning a light swat on the arm from his amused wife. In the back seat, their six-month-old son Conan giggled at his parents and waved his arms around, as though agreeing. Whether he was agreeing with his mother’s request for lunch or his father’s goofy charm, though, remained to be seen.

There was certainly something to be said for a morning spent running errands as a family.

Ran reached out and clicked the radio on. “I feel like some music! And Shinichi, no singing.”

He pretended to look hurt. “But you love it when I serenade you, right?”

“When the serenade consists of you putting on a CD and lip-synching. At least then nothing’s going to start bleeding or breaking,” she deadpanned, earning another laugh from the baby in the back.

She twisted the dial in search of a station, but paused when she heard what sounded like an official announcement on one of the local stations, and she paused to hear what it said. “—suspect is heading east on the highway. The high-speed chase is clocking in at well over one hundred and fifty kilometers an hour and has been in progress for nearly two hours. Police urge drivers to be cautious…”

“That doesn’t sound good,” Shinichi commented. “Escapee, maybe?”

“Just keep your eyes on the road. We’re on the highway, thank you very much,” Ran sighed, glancing towards the back seat yet again and smiling when she saw little Conan chewing merrily on his fingers.

“I’m familiar with this kind of chase,” Shinichi said. “He’ll stop when he runs out of gas. Two hours at that speed? He’ll probably be stopping sooner rather than later.”

“I think he’ll stop when he hits something,” Ran said flatly. “And that scares me.”

Shinichi’s attention diverted to the road as he flipped on his turn signal with the intention of passing the car in front of him, his mouth opened to reply. And then his eyes widened and he let out a loud squawk, unlike any sound she had ever heard pop out of his mouth before—

And then their car was being tossed and jostled around like beans in a maraca. Ran screamed as her vision was momentarily obscured by the airbag deploying. She heard grinding metal, a sound like nails on a chalkboard, squealing rubber, screaming sirens, and her baby screeching in the backseat.

And it was that last that took precedence over all else.

Ran shoved the airbag out of the way and looked through the cracked windshield. The car that had hit them was a dark blue one, facing the wrong direction for this side of the highway—why was that driver going the wrong way on the highway like that? Their vehicle was now perpendicular to it, keeping both cars trapped again the guard rails. And she could see the man inside that other car, shaking his head as though bewildered.

Conan was still wailing in the backseat.

Shinichi leaned back against his seat, gasping for air. He felt something wet on his cheek, and was somewhat startled (which was odd, given the circumstances) to realize that he was bleeding. His face hurt, and his son was—

And Ran—

He glanced back and saw Conan screaming, though seemingly unharmed. “Ran, are you—“ he stopped in mid-sentence when he realized that Ran was not in the car beside him. Her door was open, and she was…crawling over the hood of their car? “Ran?”

And while Shinichi watched in open-mouthed amazement, Ran began hitting the driver’s window of the other car. He could hear her screaming in a way she rarely did. “YOU GODDAMN SON OF A BITCH! YOU COULD HAVE KILLED MY BABY! WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU—” The obscenities streaming out of her mouth were…well, highly creative was one way to put it. Possibly the nicest way.

Confused and a little bit in shock, Shinichi continued to watch as police cruisers swarmed the accident scene and surrounded both the wrecked cars. And the driver of the other car, who he now suspected to be the fugitive mentioned in that radio report they had just heard, was climbing out of the sunroof of the battered vehicle.

And Ran was still trying to get to him.

As the man was taken into custody and an ambulance pulled up and a paramedic knocked on his window to ask if he was all right, Shinichi couldn’t help but think that the other driver had looked far more frightened of Ran than he had of the armed police officers surrounding him.

And frankly, Shinichi couldn’t blame him a bit. For that, at least.

PS. Inspired by a video I saw on TV. Thanks for reading, all! Much love!

Tags: character: ran, character: shinichi/conan, fandom: detective conan/magic kaito, fic: fanfic100, misc: theme comm

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