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29 August 2007 @ 03:55 pm
fic post: behold a pale horsey (PG)  
TITLE: Behold a Pale Horsie
FANDOM: Hot Fuzz
AUTHOR: annlarimer
WORD COUNT: 1300ish
RATING: PG, for the goddamn swearing
SUMMARY: "He must be Indian, then. Like Kevin Costner. Here comes the Queen!"
WARNINGS: American spelling, spoilers, regicide. Also I spelled "horsie" wrong when I first posted this.
DISCLAIMER: Obviously not mine. Sometimes it comes over and raids the icebox. I hope to God it checks the dates on the food before it takes anything.
ARCHIVE: Please ask first.



There are times in a person's life when simple patience is rewarded with advancement. Danny Butterman, for example, had been promoted from bed and hospital gown to pajamas and a wheelchair. Nicholas Angel, ever the over-achiever, was now a free man in grown-up clothes, able to come and go as he wished. This of course meant that he got to push the chair, and had to resist the urge to thump Danny in the head when he made motorcycle engine noises.

(continued over here, this-a-way)
 
 
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