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22 August 2007 @ 04:10 am
Dealing in Death  
I promise these are the last ficlets of the evening. Maybe. That's a solid maybe.


Title: Last Moments
Fandom: Hot Fuzz
Character/s: General
Prompt: 94.Haunt
Word Count: 239
Rating: PG

There were boxes standing lonely in the center of the floor, bare walls and empty windows a testament to the end of a life, the end of a home. Somewhere buried in the bubble wrap and newspaper were his memories, carefully packaged and preserved in boxes he’d never open again. He’d already picked out which corner of the attic they’d occupy until his son came to clear his home after his funeral.

He knelt, tracing the deep grooves in the hardwood with his fingertips, remembering the heavy four-poster bed that had dominated the tiny room since his earliest memories. He could remember sitting on the down comforter, early-morning grey London sunrises and half-dark London nights blending together into a single panorama. He could hear the voices of his parents in the other room, a tape-recorder on fast forward, a progression of laughter and arguments setting the backdrop of his adolescence. Every major event in his life was marked by their battles, and the three times his father walked out were like sinkholes in his mind, places where his world had collapsed.

There were hard, echoing footfalls in the living room behind him, telling him to hurry, to capture the memory of this place before anyone could come and rupture it and steal it away.

“Nicholas,” Liam said gently, standing in the doorway with Danny, “Are you alright?”

He stood from his crouch, dusting his hands and refusing to look at them; his parents were dead. They would always haunt this place, these things, their son.

Nicholas would never be alright.

Title: Nowhere to Go
Fandom: Hot Fuzz
Character/s: General
Prompt: 18.Flick
Word Count: 170
Rating: PG<

The clicking of the hall clock was slowly wearing an invisible hole in Danny’s skull, sitting cross-legged on the hotel bed, flicking cards across the bedspread in an attempt to stay busy.

Nicholas stood by the window, gazing out at the darkening London skyline. They’d come to the city to clear out his parents’ house and claim the bodies, that was all, and while it only took one day to get it all done, they weren’t supposed to be back in Sandford for another two days. Nicholas was completely unreachable, icy cold, and in no mood to sight-see with Danny.

They had nowhere to go, nothing to do.

The mattress dipped beside him, Nicholas climbing onto the bed and nuzzling the side of Danny’s head with his nose, wrapping his arms around his lover’s neck and sighing against his skin.

Danny set his cards down and turned into the embrace, pulling Nicholas close. Sometimes he really needed to cry, and Danny was glad to be the shoulder he relied on.
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