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19 May 2007 @ 01:54 pm
fic: what do you call this sort of thing anyway? (1/?)  
Title: What Do You Call This Sort Of Thing Anyway? (1/?)
Authors: chibijelly & iamstillthemoon
Rating: this chapter - G!
Word Count: this chapter - 1,039.
Pairing: eventual Nicholas Angel/Martin Wilson.
Disclaimer: I own none of this. Well, except for maybe Martin's character... because you really don't have much to go off during the film...

Overall Summary: The "relationship" between one Nicholas Angel and one Martin Wilson started as a work partnership but developed into something far more confusing over time.

Notes: THIS IS IT! It has officially been unleashed upon the Internet! I hope the Angel/Deskjob infiltrates your systems with severe amounts of cuteness. Because you can't really deny it. It's going to happen. Many thanks to my Angel-dear/co-author/beta iamstillthemoon for being beyond amazing as well as to gypsyjr for motivational support and help with the title! You guys are so good to me. ♥♥

Martin Alexander Wilson. Born June 4th, 1979, in London. Grew up in a loving household with both parents and an older sister by the name of Meredith. Decided to become a police officer during secondary school and followed his decision through to his enrollment and eventual commencement from the Academy.

He was younger than Nicholas Angel by about five years, and he admired Nicholas just as much as any other officer straight out of the Academy did, maybe even more so. Whenever Nicholas Angel was mentioned in the paper, he made sure to save the clipping. A handful of times, Nicholas was asked to lecture at the school; Martin made sure to sit up front. As he trudged his way through his schooling, he made sure to keep himself motivated with the hopes and dreams of some day being given the chance to work with the man himself. Nothing would make him happier. Meredith would tease him, playfully asking if his boyfriend noticed him when he came to lecture and if he actually talked to him for once, but Martin knew it was all out of love. She was, after all, the only person who supported his decision to go into the police service. And the only one with knowledge of his otherwise closeted homosexuality.

He may not have been awarded the baton at commencement, and he may not have received perfect marks in all of his theoretical coursework, but Martin Alexander Wilson knew in the back of his mind that he must have done something right when, not even two years after starting at the Met, he was assigned placement into a partnership with his one and only admiration: Nicholas Angel. They were to be partners. He was to be Nicholas Angel's Partner.

The reality hit Martin like a ton of bricks when he walked into the main lobby of the Metropolitan Police headquarters the day their partnership was to start. He was nervous, he would readily admit that. He was also a bit worried; he didn’t know what to expect. Just what sort of person was the famous Nicholas Angel anyway? And, more importantly, would they get along?

"It's an honor being given this opportunity to work with you," he had said, just the way he had practiced the night before to his own reflection in the bathroom mirror after brushing his teeth.

And Martin's only response came in the form of the customary look of skepticism and accompanying, "Huh," that Nicholas Angel always gave others who tried striking up conversation with him. Martin waited for something more, but his new partner simply returned to filling out forms at his small desk, and he took this as his cue to sit down, shut up, and stop trying.

At least until lunch time.

It was a bit different by then, the awkward silence having become less awkward by the time 1130 rolled around. After Nicholas had finished his leftover work from the previous day’s shift, he wordlessly left the staff floor; Martin took it as a sign that he should follow suit. It was time to patrol for a few hours.

He couldn’t help but feel like he was being judged as they silently walked together, Martin keeping a few small steps behind the older man for a few city blocks until his petulant partner actually spoke to him. Angel stopped in his tracks, glancing over at Martin with those ever-suspicious eyes.

“Constable Wilson, if I’m correct?” he asked.

Hearing his name, Martin quickly snapped to attention with his hands behind his back (he had previously been too wrapped up in his own thoughts and worries). “Yes, sir,” he quickly replied, feeling more than small as his voice threatened to crack in his throat.

“Was just making sure. You haven’t said much today. Upstairs didn’t give me much to go on when they informed me about you.”

“Oh. Well, I certainly hope I’m what you expected.”

“I suppose you could say that.” Nicholas’ eyes dropped to the watch on his wrist and he sighed, sounding slightly annoyed. “Lunch already. We might as well go somewhere to get the whole bonding thing out of the way, don’t you think? Get properly introduced, at least, if we’re going to be working together.”

Martin didn’t catch Nicholas’ apparent irritation, nor de he notice the way Nicholas nearly spat the words “working together”; he was too jaded by the fact that he was being spoken to, personally addressed, and being paid attention to by the quote-un-quote man of his dreams (in a completely platonic sense, of course). “Well – that sounds more than satisfactory to me, Constable,” he finally replied, cracking a small smile.

Nicholas, remaining as professional as ever, didn’t return the gesture. He merely nodded his head and signaled Martin to follow along as he rounded the street corner and went to the little café in the area he frequented on his meal breaks.

The two officers spent their hour for lunch lightly conversing over tea and sandwiches (although neither one of them finished what was on his respective plate.) Martin knew he had his nerves to thank for his loss of appetite. Nicholas simply didn’t eat much as of late; it was something about stomach ulcers.

They exchanged general information—where they were from, which schools they attended, personal accomplishments, maybe an additional bit about their respective families—but not much. Nicholas kept his replies brief and to the point, his secretive nature becoming more and more apparent to his young partner as the hour went on.

When the bill was placed in the middle of the table and it was about time to get back to work, Martin pulled his wallet out of his back pocket only to be stopped dead by the look Nicholas shot him from across the table. “It’s my treat this time,” he said, his voice professional. “Put your wallet away.” Martin did as he was told, nodding slightly as he sat back in his chair, and he could have sworn he caught Nicholas smile at him before picking up the bill and taking a brief glance at it. It was small, but a genuine smile nonetheless.

Nicholas Angel wasn’t all that bad after all.
Current Mood: pleasedpleased
A Better Word for Weird: guns blazin' (hot fuzz)a_leprechaun on May 19th, 2007 05:58 pm (UTC)
"Get the whole bonding thing out of the way" = Classic pre-Sandford Angel. Thumbs-up to you!

Personally I'd like to see a little more interaction between them instead of just descriptions of their conversation, but then I'm a dialogue whore in my own writing :P
sammiface!: hot fuzz | cheeky monkey.chibijelly on May 19th, 2007 06:07 pm (UTC)
That part always makes me giggle. I guess I'm pleased with it. Immensely.

Yeah, there gets to be more dialog as it goes on. I just don't like bogging it down with too much.

Thank you for reading. ♥ May the cute never leave you.
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sammiface!: hot fuzz | torture.chibijelly on May 19th, 2007 06:24 pm (UTC)
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sammiface!: black books | evan.chibijelly on May 19th, 2007 06:42 pm (UTC)

You most definitely did, sweetheart.
Nitesh: you hypnotized himnitesh_update on May 20th, 2007 12:13 am (UTC)
Oh, fantastic! I'm lovin' this so far. I'm looking forward to more. :D
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sammiface!: hot fuzz | DO NOT DENY.chibijelly on May 20th, 2007 02:28 am (UTC)
Yes. Indeed. There is plenty more where this came from. ♥
alouette_sparraalouette_sparra on May 20th, 2007 01:39 am (UTC)
... denying the cute... denying the cute... flipping a, it's just too cute the way Wilson is so wrapped up in his "completely platonic" man of his dreams (yeah, platonic, syuuuuuuuure), that he totally misses the fact that for most of this, Nicholas is being quite the jerk.

Gah, I cannot deny the cute.

Curse you. ( >.<)q *shakes fist*

(Who needs dialogue? Long descriptive introspective paragraphs for the win!)

Now go, you've read my comment long enough. You need to write more. Go, write, now! Now I say!
sammiface!: hot fuzz | DO NOT DENY.chibijelly on May 20th, 2007 02:30 am (UTC)
Martin is my baby. I love him to itsy-bitsy little pieces.

Do not worry. You will no longer feel the need to deny the cute once it sinks in to your system. I feel like a whole new person now that I've accepted the cute into my life.

... No. I'm not starting a cult. You're ridiculous to even think such a thing. (Mwahahahaaa.)

Don't worry. I have 3000+ more words already written, plus even more I haven't gotten to yet. I must regroup with my writing partner in crime

alouette_sparra: otpalouette_sparra on May 20th, 2007 05:49 am (UTC)
Must... deny... for sake... of OTP... *puts fingers in ears, scrunches eyes* There is no cute, there is no cute. Hear no cute, see no cute, speak no cute. *is rocking back and forth chanting this*

And yet I am strangely compelled to re-read this until the next chapter is posted- NO! Must channel inner Egyptian river!

You know, the word cult never entered my mind until you brought it up... hmmmm... *stare*

(In all seriousness, I do like this very much. And I eagerly anticipate the next 3000+ words and the ones you haven't gotten to yet.)
sammiface!: hot fuzz | the coalition of cute.chibijelly on May 20th, 2007 06:07 am (UTC)
Well. This OTP does offer much cuteness. Do reconsider converting over to our side. *creepy stare*

One of us. One of us. XD

(I thank you very much. ♥ As soon as the next part's complete, I will post it for you and for everyone else to enjoy.)
alouette_sparra: otpalouette_sparra on May 20th, 2007 07:23 am (UTC)
No! Back, back I say! I reject your cuteness!

Very successfully I may add. I wrote fic! *is inordinately pleased with self as she points to most recent post by herself*

(Get on with it then and stop trying to convert this non-believer. Don't shun me though. I dislike shunning.)
sammiface!: hot fuzz | cheeky monkey.chibijelly on May 20th, 2007 03:04 pm (UTC)
I liked your fic. And I think you're slowly converting me to your OTP. :O

I would never shun you bb. ♥ Don't worry.
alouette_sparra: fluffalouette_sparra on May 21st, 2007 01:43 am (UTC)
Yay! Conversion! The problem is, I think you're slowly converting me... The implications of this make my brain hurt.

<3 No shunning, yay!
sammiface!: hot fuzz | captain wow.chibijelly on May 21st, 2007 05:56 am (UTC)
moritainekai on May 20th, 2007 04:38 am (UTC)
YES!!! ^__^ I'm so glad this is actually happening. I love the characterization. Every time I think about how he'd act, I just think of his conversation with Nicholas.


Good job. ;)
sammiface!: spaced | tim.chibijelly on May 20th, 2007 05:11 am (UTC)
I'm glad too. Incredibly glad. Let's just hope I can keep it up!

I'm happy you like it. ♥ We are such polar opposites! I like reading what you have going on... and then reading what I have going on... it's all rather amusing.

moritainekai on May 20th, 2007 05:28 pm (UTC)
Hey, just because Antarctica and Santa Clause live on opposite sides of the world doesn't mean they don't still go bowling together on Thursday nights.

And I just wanted to say that the lunch interaction is totally lovable. TOTALLY. I don't know if I'm reading too much into this, but Martin's nervous stomach seems like a foreshadowing almost to Nicholas's stomach ulcers, like he's just a more advanced case of what Martin's going to turn out as.
Are they meant to be kindred spirits, or do I have a serious case of Makingupsubtextitis?
sammiface!: hot fuzz | sergeant deskjob.chibijelly on May 20th, 2007 08:00 pm (UTC)
BOWLING. It's a date.

Ehhhh it might be foreshadowing. Might not be. It could just be random information. WHO KNOOOOOWS.
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sammiface!: hot fuzz | cheeky monkey.chibijelly on May 20th, 2007 08:02 pm (UTC)
True that. True that. We wouldn't want two Nicholas Angels in the world would we.

... Wait.

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sammiface!: hot fuzz | nicholas angel.chibijelly on May 20th, 2007 08:23 pm (UTC)
moritainekai on May 22nd, 2007 05:03 am (UTC)
Yes. Yes, we do.