?

Log in

No account? Create an account
 
 
06 October 2007 @ 04:06 pm
Six Months Later (fan fic!)  
Title: Six Months Later
Fandom: Hot Fuzz
Character/s: Gen
Word Count: 530
Rating: PG and that’s all, folks
Summary: Nicholas in transition

NOTE: More of a character study, building on some ideas I might use later. Sweet, though. Nice and fluffy!



There was a chaotic bliss to the six months that followed. Danny spent close to half of those months in the hospital, generally making life miserable for Nicholas, who was sent fetching contraband licorice at the drop of a phone call. The station was rebuilt very quickly and ironically in a way the NWA might have approved, rustic and charming in appearance. Doris announced that life is short and she was now husband hunting, sending the Andes into seclusion in their office, and Nicholas wondered if she really meant what she said or if she was just a brilliant tactician. The Turners brought the office homemade scones with clotted cream and raspberry jam every Thursday morning. And with an unholy and unrelenting effort, Nicholas managed to save the life of his Japanese Peace Lily, although he lost nearly half of it to root shock from spending nearly two days in pieces on the hotel room floor where he knocked Lurch out.

London never stopped calling and Nicholas was every day telling someone “no:” No, he was not coming back to London; no, he was not going off to London; no, he would never leave Danny to the mercy of the evil night shift nurses and their catheter tubes.

The drawback was the prosecution process for the NWA members, which was very public and incredibly acrimonious. There were many in Sandford who truly believed the murdering lunatics were “framed by the Met” and several old farmers’ wives even took to picketing Nicholas on a few ridiculous occasions. There was something about that which sent off warning bells in Nicholas’ brain, but Tony and Walker tried to convince him that his “big city paranoia” was getting the best of him. He refrained from telling them that the last time his “big city paranoia” got the best of him, he was right.

Danny was eventually sent home and the afternoon before his release Doris and Nicholas spent a very enjoyable, amiable day cleaning up Danny’s flat and unpacking most of the boxes which were covered in dust. Nicholas found a stash of questionable video material that Danny certainly never shared with him, and he managed to toss that into the back of Danny’s empty closet before Doris caught sight of it. Nicholas himself did not really want to see it, in fact, preferring to think of his partner as a big, loveable, and entirely sexless human being. Partners were not supposed to be that close, he thought, laughing at himself.

The welcome home party was very enjoyable. To Danny’s delight and Nicholas’ dismay, the Andes brought several cases of lager, the Turners presented a bizarrely fantastic “cornetto cake,” and Doris fixed about five gallons of rum-spiked hot chocolate, which all in all was the sum total of everything the doctors told Danny to absolutely, strenuously avoid. Nicholas took to following Danny around the apartment, removing plates and glasses and mugs from arm’s reach at every opportunity, until everyone else ganged up on him (the Turners proved surprisingly adept at manhandling) and he ended up handcuffed to the refrigerator door for over an hour.

In short, Nicholas could not remember ever being happier in his entire adult life.
 
 
Current Mood: pleasedpleased
 
 
 
Hippie Geek Girl: HF - marqueegypsyjr on October 6th, 2007 08:26 pm (UTC)
I'm loving all the ficlets you've been posting. The ending of this one made me giggle madly.

Nicholas himself did not really want to see it, in fact, preferring to think of his partner as a big, loveable, and entirely sexless human being. Partners were not supposed to be that close, he thought, laughing at himself.

Ahh, Nicholas. You are so utterly and completely without a clue. ^_^
mikes_grrl on October 6th, 2007 11:55 pm (UTC)
Aw thanks! I'm enjoying them a lot. There WILL be more!

(That was a threat, btw...heh...)

lacking in glitter: shitzorztawg on October 7th, 2007 12:08 am (UTC)
Doris announced that life is short and she was now husband hunting, sending the Andes into seclusion in their office
Doris is indeed a cunning wench.

He refrained from telling them that the last time his “big city paranoia” got the best of him, he was right.
Mmmm, ominous. But I do love that the Sandford Constabulary hasn't really changed after all the events of the movie.

preferring to think of his partner as a big, loveable, and entirely sexless human being.
So, like a scaled-up version of his peace lily? It has struck me that Nicholas spends most of the movie in a mindset that makes it almost impossible to imagine him willingly engaging in physical contact. I did say almost :p

(the Turners proved surprisingly adept at manhandling) and he ended up handcuffed to the refrigerator door for over an hour.
Lol. Ah Nicholas, there are no thanks for being on the side of the greater good.
(Deleted comment)
mikes_grrl on October 7th, 2007 01:57 am (UTC)
Just wait. 9,000 words are aimed just at you...
(Deleted comment)
mikes_grrl on October 7th, 2007 02:30 am (UTC)
I will only admit that some of your writing has inspired me to take a certain story in a direction I sure as hell would not have gone without said inspiration.

*evil grin*
(Deleted comment)
mikes_grrl on October 7th, 2007 03:19 am (UTC)
Is there kink? BDSM? Fetish? Something like that!?

You are so damn pyschic
greek_jestergreek_jester on November 19th, 2007 09:28 pm (UTC)
Someone else acknowledges the perfection that is rum & hot chocolate! *loves*

Hope this gets continued, rather enjoyed it *understatement*