Locks do not a prison make.  Oh dear.  Your favorite guys are locked in a vault and the air is running out.  What do they do?  Schmoop each other to death?  (Not exactly a painless way to go!)   What do they say to each other?  How do they handle the situation?  Fifteen minutes.

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Ray looked around, the panic rolling off of him.  "We're gonna die Fraser."

Fraser was walking around the vault, feeling along the walls, looking for any form of weakness in the structure.  "Calm down Ray.  Panicking is not going to help our situation."

The other man began to shrink down into the corner.  "Oh god, the air, it's getting thinner.  I'm getting dizzy."  Grabbing at his throat, "I can't breath," making choking sounds.

"Ray, Ray. Ray. RAY"  Finally getting his partners attention, Fraser stood before him, looking down.  "Ray, we have only been locked in here for 3 minutes.  The air is not running out."  Rubbing his thumbnail over his brow, "At least not yet.  This vault is 20 ft by 20 ft.  There is plenty of air in here to sustain us for at least a couple of hours.  During that time, any of a number of things could happen."

"So, I'm not dying" Ray looked sharply up, "yet?"

"No Ray.  I'm sure we'll be quite all right.  I'll control my breathing.  I have an increased lung capacity and am able to hold my breath for longer periods of time.  Also, if I put myself into a light trance, I'll require less air, allowing more air for you.  But I'm sure that we won't reach that point."

"Why you say that?"

"I'm certain someone will come looking for us."

"Oh, right.  Let me guess, Thatcher expects you to pick up her cleaning, and will send out the dogs if you don't show up with it in a timely matter."

Fraser rolled his eyes as he returned to studying the walls.  "No Ray.  You informed the Lieutenant that we would be back in time for the meeting, which by my estimations, started 30 seconds ago.  When you still have not shown up by the time the meeting has ended, I'm certain he'll send someone out to find you."

Blinking, Ray put his head between his legs.  "We're gonna die."

Feeling pity for the other man, Fraser sat down.  Starring awkwardly at Ray, he finally put his arm around him.  Ray slumped into the offered embrace, throwing his arms around Fraser's waist.  "I don't wanna die, Benton."

Startled by the use of his first name, Fraser finally realized just how scared Ray was.  Slowly, he began to sift his fingers through Ray's spikes, enjoying the contrast of stiffness with the softness of the actual hair.

"Ray, we are not going to die."

"Promise?"

Taking a deep breath, Fraser looked into the trusting the eyes.  "I promise."

"Good, good.  And if the air gets a little thin, we could do some of that buddy breathing thing, right?"

Laughing that Ray was thinking a little more positively.  "Yes Ray.  If you want."

Getting this little gleam in his eyes, Ray smiled, "Yeah, I think I want."
 
 

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