Archive of Our Own

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“Spencer!” Shayne shouts as his flashlight lands on the familiar black, curly hair.

Spencer whips around. “Shayne! Aw, man, I’ve never been happier to see you!”

The two bros hug briefly because they aren’t gay for each other. Despite the hidden-behind-a-paywall Chosens kiss.

“Have you seen anyone else?” Spencer asks.

“No. You’re the first I’ve come across. I was with Courtney, Angela and Tommy when it hit but we got separated.”

“Trevor and Arasha are in the game room now. Unfortunately, Trevor’s ankle is sprained so he can’t move much. And I saw Damien, Ian, and Anthony looking for others. Many crew are helping too, it takes a lot of people to clear away enough of this to free people.” Spencer explains.

Shayne nods. “I’ll help. Take me to where they are.”

Smosh cast and crew lift big, heavy pieces of building together and make their way to those buried. The ones that are injured are carried to a room where others help them. The ones who are able join in the search help. They keep it up for hours.

Shayne’s veins freeze ice cold when he hears a petrifying scream behind a mass of bricks and wood. Courtney. Is. In. Pain.

He moves to tear away the wall keeping them apart, but others stop him.

“We have to do this carefully, remember? We can’t have it collapse.”

A group helps him strategically take the wall down, and it takes much longer than he likes. Each passing second grates on him, his anxiety only increasing as rocks threaten to tumble each time they test their luck.

When he can finally see her, his hands tremble as his eyes lock onto her terrified gaze. Her hair is matted to her head from sweat and her skin is as pale as a ghost.

“Her pulse is weak!” Tommy cries, his hands holding her limp wrist. “We need to free her arm and get her to a hospital!”

“We need to help her!” Angela cries, tears soaking her face.

Shayne shoves past Angela and Tommy to get to his wife. Over his shoulder, he orders others to secure the walls as he grips the Beopardy board. Tommy and Spencer join him on each side, ready to pull as much weight as they possibly can. “Get ready to pull her free!” He commands others as he engages every muscle in his body and strains against the weight of the building’s collapse. The creaking sound of metal bending echoes through the cramped area as Shayne grates his teeth, the veins in his neck bulging and his face turning as red as a Beopardy buzzer as he struggles…and lifts it inches above the ground, yelling in pain as his entire body screams at him to stop.

“Go go go!” Shayne shouts, and Damien and Angela drag Courtney to safety before Shayne, Tommy, and Spencer drop the weight with a Thud!

The sudden movement incites an avalanche, and everyone runs away to safety as the walls around them crumble. They pass the recovery room, grabbing those unable to walk to help them out of the building. The ceiling begins collapsing, hitting people as they flee, but they all make it out to the parking lot by helping each other survive.

Finally safe, Shayne envelops Courtney in a hug. He clings to her with trembling arms–weak from both the strain of freeing her and the overwhelming relief that she is safe. He breathes her in and kisses her forehead–convincing himself that she’s really there.

She leans into his embrace, careful of her arm. Her head swims from the ordeal and from her injury, and while she should lay down she just wants to be here with Shayne. She sinks her head into his shoulder and lets out all of the emotion, soaking his ripped, dirtied, bloodied shirt with her tears.

They all turn around at a loud rumbling sound and witness in horror as Smosh Headquarters crumbles into nothing but rocks and brick and wood. What was the home of Smosh is now a flattened pile of debris.

“Woah.” Tommy voices.

“Holy tits!” Angela exclaims.

“Smosh…is…gone…” Arasha whispers.

“Pshhh. You youngin’s don’t know anything. Smosh has survived without a fancy studio before.” Ian says. Under his breath he mutters, “…Barely…”

“If I have learned anything from coming back, it’s that we are Smosh.” Anthony adds. “Not the fancy equipment, not the building, but the people who make it happen. The Smosh Family.”

“…Guys?” Trevor tentatively says, leaning on his good foot. “Why are no other buildings damaged? Like…at all?”

They all look around at the serene landscape. Not so much as a new pothole in the streets.

“No fucking way.” Ian chuckles in stunned loathing. “That bitch.”

“You think this was her?!” Anthony asks, incredulous.

“Why else would our building be flattened when nothing around was affected at all?” Ian questions in answer.

“This disaster wasn’t natural.” Shayne realizes aloud, his hand clenching around Courtney’s good shoulder. Someone did this. Someone hurt her. Someone will pay.

“But…how?” Tommy asks.

“Bomb?” Courtney questions, holding her arm and leaning into Shayne.

“What matters now is getting you guys to a hospital. We can worry about this later.” Ian says, clicking his key remote to unlock his car.

It blows up, flames erupting and shards of metal flying into the air. Everyone covers their heads and crouches as the heat reaches them and the chunks of car fly by.

“Scratch that. We have to stop her before she kills us.” Ian corrects.