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28 October 2007 @ 01:37 pm
To Move Mountains (Part 7 - The End)  
Okay I'm so sick of this story that I'm not going to wait another day to post the final chapter. Done. Over. Finished. I've got two sequels to this already drafted out and another story I want up and this is just holding everything back. So here. Take it. PLEASE.

Title: To Move Mountains, Part Seven of Seven
Fandom: Hot Fuzz
Character/s: NA/DB (implied), NA/AC, AC/AW, AAA (just a hint)
Word Count for Part Seven: 1,700
Rating for Part Seven: NC-17
SUMMARY FOR PART Seven: The END of this story...and the beginning of others...Hate me now.

WARNINGS are in effect. Ref.:
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six

To Move Mountains: Part Seven

Ten days later, Andrew opened the door to find Angel staring back at him. It occurred to him that the last time this happened, everything went to hell in a very bad way, and he tried to push that idea out of his mind.

“I’m here to check on Andrew.”

Andrew rolled his eyes and refrained from pointing out that he was Andrew. Nick would never get that fucking right. He stepped back and motioned him in.

Andy was propped up on the couch, conscious and still in pain, only two days out of the hospital. He looked surprised to see Angel, and Andrew wondered what was going on. He went to the far side of the couch and sat down to watch.

Angel paused in the middle of the room for a second, then walked over to Andy. He got down on his knees and put a delicate hand on Andy’s chest, making no pretense to professionalism.

“How are you?”

Andy nodded.

“I wanted to make sure you don’t need anything.”

Andy shook his head.

“Your job is waiting for you, of course. Both of you. I took care of all the paperwork.”

“Thanks.” Andy looked relieved, although Andrew did not understand why. If anything, it was clear that he was under Angel’s protection now. Just like Danny. And just like himself? Andrew looked off out the window.

Angel paused with his hand on Andy’s chest, then got up. “Well, I need to go.”

Andy looked down wordlessly, and Andrew snorted.

“Christ, Nick. We’re just puttin’ in a movie. Stick around.”

Angel looked confused, so Andrew leaned forward.

“Stay. Here. Watch. Movie. Can you fuckin’ handle that?”

“Um…yes. If Andy…”

Andy just nodded when Angel looked at him.

“Okay, then.” Nicholas took off his jacket, folding it carefully onto the back of a chair. He turned and looked at the couch, and Andrew nearly shouted when Andy made as if he was going to get up. Angel quickly walked forward and put a hand on Andy’s shoulder. “No, stay on the couch, Andy. I’ll sit next to you.”

Andy looked surprised and that was when Andrew realized that Andy was in the middle of going to sit on the fucking floor. He shot his gaze forward, because he knew he was staring, and actively chewed on his tongue. What the fuck?

Andy scooted toward the middle and Angel sat down next to him. “So what is the movie?”

Andrew got up to fetch the remote. “Lethal Weapon.

Andy and Andrew stared at Nicholas as he groaned and put his head on his knees.


Andy was dead asleep by the time the movie was halfway through. So was Nicholas, who saw the movie enough times with Danny as to think of it more like a bed time story. He felt a tap on his shoulder as he was drifting off, and he looked up to see Andrew standing next to him. Andrew gave a curt nod towards the back of the house, which Nicholas took to mean ‘I need to talk to you privately so wake the fuck up and follow me you twat.’ He got up slowly in order not to wake Andy and followed.

It was Andrew’s bedroom. Andy walked in and stopped next to the dresser. Nicholas closed the door.


“What the fuck was that about?” Andrew leaned one hand on the dresser and did not look at him.

Nicholas knew what he was asking. He saw the look Andrew gave when Nicholas told Andy he could stay on the couch. He was actually glad that Andrew was going to grill him about it, rather than Andy, who probably was not psychologically up to a discussion like this right now.

“Something we do.”

“You fuckin’ make him sit on the floor?” Andrew was getting angry.

“Sometimes. Mostly he just goes there on his own.” Nicholas moved to lean against the wall, one arm propped on the dresser next to him. Andrew was processing his comment. “Andrew, it’s just the way he is. Or was. I don’t know about now…” Nicholas said, and they both knew he meant to say ‘now that he’s survived being tortured by a sadistic killer’ but it was not necessary. Andrew surprised him by nodding, then moving to lean against the wall himself. They were mirror images of each other on each side of the dresser.

“Makes sense. Always asking me what the ‘ell to do.”

“What do you mean?”

Andrew sucked on his teeth, thinking. “’Fore work. Every day, he’d ask what needin’ doing. ‘Round the house, like cleaning or fuck’all. Always got done.”

Nicholas laughed. “I left notes on his bed with instructions.”

Andrew smiled. “You fuckin’ would.” Then he frowned. “His bed?”

Nicholas pursed his lips. “We didn’t sleep together.”

Andrew just frowned more, confused.

“He slept on the floor by my bed.” Nicholas took a deep breath and closed his eyes, waiting for the outburst. Instead he heard Andrew laughing. He looked over and saw bright eyes staring at him.

“Fuuuuck, Nick, that’s messed up.”

Nicholas turned so he was facing Andrew across the dresser. “Maybe. I don’t think it is appropriate now, however.”

Andrew nodded. “Nick…”

“Yes, Andrew?”

“I can’t give ‘im everything he needs.” Andrew turned as well so they were face to face, the dresser between them.

“Christ, you love him.” Nicholas said when he understood what Andrew meant, dropping his head so he did not have to look at him.

“When he’s better, come back. He’ll need you then.” Andrew straightened and headed to leave the room.

“Andrew.” Nicholas ordered it, and surprisingly, Andrew stopped and looked back at him. “What do you need?”

For the first time since he met him, he saw something like fragility in Andrew’s eyes. “I don’t fuckin’ know anymore, ‘kay?” He said it, his voice practically breaking with anger and confusion, and walked out.


He was holding Andy when Angel finally left. When he came back up front Andy was tilting over in an odd position so Andrew sat down next to him and wrapped him up in his arms to support him. Angel walked out from the bedroom and stared at them while he put on his jacket. Andrew was not too surprised when he came over and kissed Andy on the temple, gently, so as not to wake him.

He was very surprised when Angel gently held his own chin, tilted his head up, and kissed him passionately on the lips before turning to leave.

Then Angel was gone.


“Safi was clearly off the edge, her…his conquests getting riskier and riskier. Safi knew that the Andes…Cartwright and Wainwright were police officers, and surely could not believe that their disappearance would go unnoticed.”

“Inspector, is it true that Wainwright was on administrative leave at the time?”

“Detective Sergeant Wainwright was on the active duty roster at the time of the incident.” Nicholas looked at Liz with his blankest expression. Liz shrugged and kept recording, asking more questions that Nicholas already answered one hundred times before for reporters. Liz was the last one to request an interview; she clearly did not want to do it, or see him at all, but it was her job.

Finally she turned off the recorder and Nicholas sighed in relief. “How is Andy?”

“He’ll be fine. He’s home and Andrew’s taking care of him.”

“I’m glad, really. Please tell him that I hope the doctors shaved off his mustache.” She smiled, her animosity to the Andes’ facial hair well known. Nicholas smiled back.

“I’ll tell him you send your best.”

She got up to leave.


“Don’t, Nicholas. There isn’t anything to say.”

Nicholas bowed his head. “I don’t…I’ve made some serious mistakes and I don’t know how to fix anything. Please.”

“You’re the one having sex with other people on the locker room floor. That’s all you.”

Nicholas grimaced but let the hit fall on him. “I know.”

“You about killed Danny dragging him into your games like this. Me, guess I’m used to this kind of thing.” The anger made her voice crack and he looked up at her, worried, devastated that he could make anyone feel this way.

“I have nothing for you, Nicholas. You might be able to patch up with Danny…someday…but to me, you are lying, cheating son of a bitch.” She gathered her things and walked out, leaving Nicholas smashed against his chair, roiling in self-disgust.



Nicholas woke up disoriented, then remembered the four lagers he had the night before. He was not a heavyweight, certainly not compared to the Andes, and those four drinks cost him. He groaned.

“Shut it.” Andrew threw a hand and smacked him on the chest. Nicholas grabbed the hand and held it.


Nicholas did not let go.

“Nick, you fuck, gimme my hand.” Andrew pulled at his hand. They were lying side by side and as Andrew tugged he rolled over on top of Nicholas, grabbing his ribs. Nicholas tried to laugh but his head hurt, and then suddenly he could not breathe.

Andrew’s kisses were never hard or demanding, but they took his breath away. Nicholas let go of his hand and their arms wound around each other languidly, caressing and gentle. They were wrapped up in the sheets but Nicholas could feel Andrew’s erection through them and pressed against it. The kiss ended as Andrew groaned and pushed his head into Nicholas’ shoulder.

“You nancies want food or you going to eat cock all morning?”

Andrew groaned again, this time in aggravation.

“Andy.” Nicholas rolled over onto his belly and looked at Andy, who was standing in the doorway just wearing a pair of jeans. Andy raised his eyebrows in rebellion, daring him to something, his mouth slightly agape in its usual taunt. “That sounds like a wonderful idea. Come here. Now.” Nicholas rolled onto his back again.

Andrew started laughing, snickering in amusement as Andy obediently walked in and put himself between Nicholas’ legs. Andrew threw off the sheets and rubbed a hand over his substantial hard on. “Fuck’on, you two: which one is my bitch today?”

…Yes, really, that is THE END.
(well okay there is more to the saga...eventually...)
Current Mood: crazycrazy
the girl in the pj's!: hot fuzz | danny | aviatorsanesthezea on October 28th, 2007 08:32 pm (UTC)
Not a happy ending, but an ending nonetheless. It doesn't resolve much in regards to Nick and Danny, but there is closure in what you've written. The ending may not be "happy" or whatever, but it is a "true" ending, as I see it. Life isn't always about fluffy-happy-ever-after. It's a lot like this fic at times: it's dark and terrible and you make mistakes and you pay for them and you get passed them and keep going forward because that's the only direction you can go in. Nick isn't with Danny and/or Liz, but he's not alone either. He and the Andes are connected by what they've all gone through, done to themselves, to each other, to other people. Damn, now I'm rambling. :)
mikes_grrl on October 29th, 2007 08:55 pm (UTC)
Good comment, and one I appreciat hearing. The next "chapter" in the saga is specifically about Nick, Andy and Andrew and it originally started as the part that turned into 'Six Months Later' but I felt it was dragging this story down. You're right: when it ends, it ends. Time to move on.

That chapter will be up later this week, after I finish rolling out "Response and Responsibilities." I could post faster, I suppose, but I do like the extra time to edit. heh!
lacking in glitter: shitzorztawg on October 29th, 2007 10:47 pm (UTC)
There was only one bit in this chapter that riled me up, and that was this comment: You about killed Danny dragging him into your games like this.
Because I read that, and went 'Heeeey... wasn't it Danny who kept the locker room stuff up? And wasn't it Danny who was getting majorly hot on it in the first place? And wasn't it Nicholas who was being eaten up by guilt and jealousy and such while Danny was running around feeling up Detectives?' I mean, Liz had a point and all with the 'I can't trust you' bit, but it makes me wonder how much Danny actually admitted to her.

Anyway, moving on. I really liked this. I liked it because it was dark, and sad, and angry, and fucked up. And there really isn't much of that in this fandom. Although, that said, it's a small fandom. Maybe it's proportionally the same as with other fandoms, but because there's less to begin with... Anyway.

I liked how you kind-of-but-not-rally patched things up. And I like how Nicholas is so needy and desperate to have someone around to validate his existence. And I also liked the way that you communicated that a kiss can mean so many different things. I wonder if Danny will ever figure that out?
mikes_grrl on October 29th, 2007 11:35 pm (UTC)
It's funny, I had a hard time putting that line in there, but in the end I decided that it fits Liz, even if it is not quite the truth. She really sees Nicholas as the leader of the two, and no matter what Danny says would assume that Nicholas some how was responsible anyway. In the Shot Down series it brings out how in many of her relationships she ends up getting cheated on, and that really influences her perception of the situation. I also think they are all blowing everything out of proportion to a certain extent anyway, because that is what people do when they get upset.

Yes: Dark, sad, and fucked up! You nailed it. Wooohaaaa...and I think in life it usually takes a lot to patch anything up, twice as much as to wreck it, and that is certainly going to be the case in this series.

I am SO TERRIBLY GLAD that you are reading this and getting something out of it. It was a challenge to write and that made it worthwhile, of course, but nonetheless it is great to know that someone out there appreciates it too.

Thanks for your awesome comments!

zombie survivalistbeccavox on November 1st, 2007 11:34 pm (UTC)
I am so freakin' behind with grading essays that I can't find time to read your fics! I've got them penciled in for the weekend...but I haven't deserted! I've got this one to read...the Chick Flick series :) and the new mountains! When do you find time to sleep?

zombie survivalistbeccavox on November 4th, 2007 10:13 pm (UTC)

I didn't know if I should scream or cry at the computer screen as I was reading the last four chapters of this story. Nicholas is so freakin' needy and just doesn't...arg...understand himself or anyone else. But the trainwreck he made of his relationship with Danny was heartwrenching. And well written. I wanted to drive to Sandford, find Nicholas and slap him hard. Then take Danny out for ice cream (although that won't make all this any better).

Andrew's reluctant affection for Andy was especially touching...I was a little surprised that he didn't knock Nicholas's head off for making Andy sleep on the floor. :)

I think I mentioned before that I'm not one to usually read fics that are way off canon, but you've changed my mind. This isn't my version of the Sandford crew, but damn, it is a great ride. Yep, it's twisted and fucked up and wrong on many levels (and I mean that in a good way), and I couldn't wait to see what was going to happen.

Okay, I'm off to catch up on some of the others that I haven't had time to read. I like this one. But it tore my heart out.