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14 June 2007 @ 12:30 am
He had one thing you haven't got... A great, big, bushy beard!  
Les Boîtes
by Alouette Sparra
For: always_busy  
Request: 1. Nick/Danny, of course. Better be romantic, but I leave you to decide.
                  2. Nick moving in to Danny's house.
                  3. Could be PG-13
Warnings: Nic/Danny, of course. One kiss. Some fluff, a little angst, a bit of introspection. No odd pairings this time, I don’t believe. PG-13 to be on the safe side.
Word Count: 1607
AN./ OMG, this was posted exactly a day after I started taking requests. 24 hours later and I've finished two... The first at 796 and this at 1607 make 2403 words written in one day. Actually, that's impressive for me. I normally can't be bothered to write more than about 1500 a day. Hence why chapters of Dorian are so short.


    Danny could not believe he had let Nic talk him into tidying up his house. Sure, it were a bit of a mess, but he knew where everything was, and the boxes were much more convenient than actually having drawers and cabinets full of stuff. Besides which, he didn’t buy Nicholas’ gripes that it were a fire hazard. There was something going on, and he knew Nicholas would be proud of him for figuring that out.

    Well, maybe not, seeing as in the world according to Nicholas D. Angel, there were always something going on. Of course, Nicholas was proud of just about everything Danny did. Better than his dad, he supposed, seeing how as much as his da had wanted to keep him close, Danny wasn’t too sure that he had ever been extremely proud of his son’s work as a policeman.

    “Officer!” he heard a muffled voice say from under the bed in the spare bedroom.

    Danny frowned. He hadn’t even said anything, and he let Nicholas know as much.

    “You were thinking it!”

    He laughed as he laid down across the bed so he could see what his partner was doing. Apparently Nicholas was trying to get something out from underneath, although what it was and why, Danny didn’t know.

    “Could you maybe get off me?”

    “I ain’t on you, I’m on the bed,” Danny replied.

    The bed moved underneath of him as Nicholas wriggled out from underneath. When Nicholas’ face appeared, Danny had to stifle a lot of laughter, because Nic looked like the ghost of a meerkat or something.

    “What’s so funny?”

    “You,” Danny chuckled, “You look like a meerkat’s ghost or something, all wide-eyed like that.”

    With a resigned sigh, Nicholas pulled himself up onto the bed so he was sitting next to Danny. “I’m all covered in dust, aren’t I?”

    “Yep!”

    “Right.” Nicholas fell silent then. He absentmindedly rested his left hand on Danny’s shoulder and began tracing small circles there. Danny held absolutely still. It was rare for Nicholas to actually initiate any sort of physical contact, and this was rather nice, so he wasn’t in the mood to draw Nicholas’ attention to what he was doing. He briefly wondered if his right hand knew what the left was doing.

    Nicholas stopped. He just sat there like a statue, staring into infinity for a moment before pushing himself off the bed, using Danny’s shoulder as a bracing point. He then headed over to the closet, which was overflowing with boxes. Looking the stack over for a minute, he reached up for the top box.

    “Don’t do tha-” Danny’s cry was cut short as the pile of boxes tipped over on top of Nicholas. He wouldn’t have worried so much if it weren’t for the fact that the top box was full of books and, as such, was very heavy. He rolled off the bed and was quickly over to where Nicholas lay, pinned underneath a veritable avalanche of books.

    “Owwww… I’m okay,” Nicholas muttered, glancing at Danny through half-lidded eyes.

    Danny snorted. “Sure you are. You only had a few books fall right on you. Your back okay?”

    “Yes, yes. It’s fine. It‘ll take more than books to do me in,” Nicholas said with a grin.

    “Cheeky bastard.”

    “It’s what you love about me, and you know it.”

    Maybe one of those books had hit Nicholas in the head and he weren’t as alright as he insisted. After all, for all of the cheek Nic could give, there were akways one thing he never really talked about at all, and that was the odd little relationship that had developed between the two ever since Danny had first got Nicholas drunk. Certainly the Andes insinuated enough that the two were, well, lovers, but they weren’t quite yet, and Danny doubted it would ever get that far between them. Mostly because for all Nicholas was trying to shut off from work, it wasn’t happening, really. As such, he was just far too conscious of what others would think, even though Danny tried to reassure him countless times that this was Sandford and nobody would really care after a week.

    “Yeah,” he agreed quietly, “It is.”

    He loved just about everything about Nicholas, from his blond hair and steel grey eyes to the fact that he’d seen proper action like in all the movies. What Danny wouldn’t give to do half of what Nicholas had done. Well, actually, he wouldn’t give Nicholas for the world, even. Sappy, yes. Corny, hell yes. True… of course. He supposed the only thing he didn’t love was how obsessive Nicholas could get about things. It might be nice if Nic would be the least bit obsessive about him for once, but that would probably never happen.

    It might if Danny could just convince Nicholas that all those horrid deaths were just accidents, but that would also never happen. Nic was just so convinced that there were something behind all the deaths. Especially Messenger’s. Granted, after a certain typo involving Nicholas’ surname, the sergeant hadn’t been all too fond of Tim, but he also did not wish harm upon him. Then he ended up dead, his head cruelly replaced by a part of the church roof that Nicholas insisted had been shoved out of place.

    It was that whole obsession with the accidents that worried Danny. In many ways Nicholas reminded him of the late Richard Popwell, which, whilst under any other circumstances might not have been a bad thing, given how Sergeant Popwell had earned the prefix “the late”, was a very bad thing. Popwell had thought something was up with all the accidents as well, but had never found anything to link them as murders or something like that, and had eventually suffered a nervous breakdown. This hadn’t surprised anyone, really, but the fact that Popwell had then taken his own life had shocked the entire village, especially given that Popwell was a devout Anglican. In fact, aside from religion and extreme anxiety, the only thing Richard had had that Nicholas didn’t was a great, big, bushy beard. Needless to say, Danny was worried about Nic.

    He pulled away a few more of the books, stacking them neatly out of the way. It wouldn’t do for them to get damaged or anything. Besides, if he stacked them, he wouldn’t have to look at Nicholas, because all of a sudden, that was painful. He should’ve known better the first time he’d got Nic drunk and he still hadn’t shut off. Seriously, what sort of man, when drunk, would focus on the paperwork that would be involved following an action movie if such a thing happened in real life? The sort that would break Danny’s heart.

    He didn’t even realise he had moved enough books to free Nicholas until he felt a hand rest lightly on his cheek. Danny glanced up, noting immediately that Nic wouldn’t meet his eyes but was instead still doing that stare of his.

    “Danny, what’s wrong?” The stare softened; Nic’s eyes flicked over to look at Danny. He briefly made eye contact before looking away.

    “Nuffin,” Danny mumbled, still straightening the books.

    Nicholas smiled slightly at that, before removing his hand from Danny’s face. He looked down and stared at his hands before speaking again. “I… I’m sorry about this. Really I am. I just thought… maybe… well…”

    Danny paused at the hesitance in Nic’s voice. What on Earth would have Nicholas Angel hesitant? “Well, what?”

    “If we cleaned up and got things better organised here, I bet you could probably fit a few more boxes worth of stuff, maybe.”

    What was that supposed to mean? Unless… there was always something going on. This time Danny knew exactly what it was. Nicholas wanted to move in, and from the sounds of it, he did not want to move into the spare room. Sneaky bastard. He could just about kiss him, but he had to make sure first. “Yeah, you’re right! Don’t know why I’d need to though, but I bet I could expand my movie collection!”

    Nicholas looked about ready to choke at that. “Er… well, yes. Or, you could, uh… I dunno… have someone else live here.”

    Danny had to do his best to ignore the hopeful lilt at the end of that last sentence. “Yeah, but where’m I gonna find someone who wants this room here, seeing as the way we’ve been re-arranging things it’s become really more of a storage room… Unless you’d like it?”

    The blood about drained from Nicholas’ face at that. “That’s not… that is to say… I meant… Oh, bugger.”

    Before Danny has any time to think about any possible meanings of what Nicholas was going on about, his train of thought was effectively de-railed by the feeling of lips against his. Nic was kissing him, and it felt like heaven. Soft, which made him smile into the kiss, because who would’ve thought that a tough city cop who’d done high speed pursuits and dealt with druggies with Kalashnikovs would have soft lips. He didn’t have any more time to think about the kiss, however, because Nicholas pulled away, leaving Danny with the strangest sensation of loss.

    “I don’t want your spare room,” Nicholas whispered. He raised his eyebrows as though he were trying to make a point.

    What it was, Danny didn’t know. He definitely felt disappointment that Nic didn’t want to move in, especially after that kiss. That’s when it hit him. He had said the spare room. A grin threatened to split his face wide open. “Great! So, when’re you moving in?”
_______________________________________________

    So, Nicholas gets to be a little psychic in this one. I have no idea how he knew what Danny was thinking. My best guess is Danny was mumbling under his breath and Nicholas heard.
    Sorry if this didn’t follow the request exactly, but it’s cute, and it does involve Nicholas moving in with Danny. So there.
 
 
Current Location: Happy Fun Land!!!
Current Mood: two down, tensh to go
Current Music: Love Is Like Oxygen- Sweet
 
 
prairiestar: nick heart dannyprairiestar on June 14th, 2007 04:54 am (UTC)
Cuuuute. X)
The psychic moment is reminiscent of the word games and improbable callback references in Edgar and Simon's screenplay dialogue.
alouette_sparra: hedgehogalouette_sparra on June 14th, 2007 05:03 am (UTC)
Really? How do I do this stuff? *is puzzled*

(O>_<O) *blushing horribly* Thanks.
pepperlandgirlpepperlandgirl4 on June 14th, 2007 05:04 am (UTC)
That was great :) I love fics that make me think, "Yeah, it happened like that."
alouette_sparra: loadingalouette_sparra on June 14th, 2007 05:12 am (UTC)
Thanks. (O>_<O) I don't know, it just kind of flowed and worked out. I was happy with it. Don't know when I'm going to do yours. Hopefully it'll get the same reaction.
in some realities: Daaaaaaawwww...  (Shaun)ladyames on June 14th, 2007 05:07 am (UTC)
once i'm out of my diabetic coma from the sugary fluff i'll have something more in depth to say. (maybe not, but anyways...) XD

Daawwww... ish sho cute. i loves it.

and i finally got around to it.
alouette_sparra: Ellipsesalouette_sparra on June 14th, 2007 05:10 am (UTC)
groooaaaaannnn... It wasn't that sugary, was it?
in some realities: You Have A Mustache  (HF)ladyames on June 14th, 2007 05:13 am (UTC)
i may have been exaggerating just a little... okay, a lot. with the stuff i write, i am be the last person to be complaining about the fluff. it's all good. really.
Hippie Geek Girl: HF - sofa snugglinggypsyjr on June 14th, 2007 05:24 am (UTC)
*flails* Just... AWWW.

I was just telling chibijelly that I needed a dose of fluff. This fits the bill nicely. :)
alouette_sparra: Angelalouette_sparra on June 14th, 2007 05:38 am (UTC)
You're quite welcome then. : )
sammiface!: black books | MANNY!!!chibijelly on June 14th, 2007 06:27 am (UTC)
PORN ZOMBIES. AHHHHHHHHHH. *runs off, flailing*
Hippie Geek Girl: HF - headdeskgypsyjr on June 14th, 2007 06:29 am (UTC)
.... Oy.
alouette_sparra: Ellipsesalouette_sparra on June 14th, 2007 06:41 am (UTC)
That's about what I was thinking...
sammiface!: butch | ooh big deal.chibijelly on June 14th, 2007 06:55 am (UTC)
*still flailing in the distance*
Nitesh: you hypnotized himnitesh_update on June 14th, 2007 05:35 am (UTC)
That was mad cute. Aww.
alouette_sparra: Angelalouette_sparra on June 14th, 2007 05:40 am (UTC)
So unlike that last one. *significant look*

Well, it (La Glace) was cute in it's own way.

Why does everything I touch turn to fluff?

Alouette Sparra: Providing you lot with reasons to go "Awww" one fic at a time! ; )
Nitesh: you hypnotized himnitesh_update on June 14th, 2007 05:43 am (UTC)
La Glace was really cute. :B I like your fics, they're just aww all over. :D
alouette_sparra: Angelalouette_sparra on June 14th, 2007 05:48 am (UTC)
You've never read Dorian have you? Unless you're a serial killer or a psycopath, in which case, yeah, I guess that elicits "awww".
Nitesh: you hypnotized himnitesh_update on June 14th, 2007 06:23 am (UTC)
I guess that one's an exception. If I recall correctly, I did not aww at the first chapter especially. Muder-burder-burder!
alouette_sparra: Ellipsesalouette_sparra on June 14th, 2007 06:48 am (UTC)
Yeah... Chapter 5 may one day come...

...

... one day...
Машаalways_busy on June 14th, 2007 06:35 am (UTC)
Oh, it was just perfect! Thank you very much! It was my first request, really, and I'm so happy! I like how you used the quote which I chose without any thought $). And I really love the fluff. You're wonderful! Good luck to you with all other requests!
alouette_sparra: Angelalouette_sparra on June 14th, 2007 06:47 am (UTC)
Believe me, with chibijelly's and iamstillthemoon's left to go, I will need all the luck I can get.

Don't know how much with iamstillthemoon's, but DAMN YOU CHIBIJELLY!!!! 1000 words later I still haven't gotten to the good stuff.

Ehehm, sorry about that. Glad you liked yours, I was a bit worried it didn't fit the request exactly, but this kind of just wrote itself.

Yeah, I figured as an extra challenge to myself, I'd use the quote in the subject line somewhere in the fic (or tweaked a bit to fit, as necessary). Of course, I couldn't exactly say that was the purpose of a random quote, because then people begin to subconsciously pick out a quote that isn't random.

The fact that it was also a convenient way to make you lot read the rules was just a bonus, really. : )

Glad you liked though. I'll shut up now.
sammiface!: doctor who | PONY!chibijelly on June 14th, 2007 06:56 am (UTC)
MINE IS AN EVIL LAUGH.
alouette_sparra: Ellipsesalouette_sparra on June 14th, 2007 07:14 am (UTC)
Yeah, yeah. You keep laughing, you. Meanwhile I need to figure out how exactly I'm going to get from where I started (which is fluffy) to where I end up (which is... well, it's NOT fluffy), because I've got the start and the finish done.

And you show up with your Editor icons and your pretty jumbles and distract me.

Fiend.
sammiface!: doctor who | i call him eddie.chibijelly on June 14th, 2007 01:52 pm (UTC)
PRETTY PONY. XD
Excessive Kumquats: hot fuzz winchesteracidpenguin46 on June 14th, 2007 06:56 am (UTC)
Awww, that was gorgeous. So sweet, just what I needed :D
laur: how he rollsilurveyourmom on June 14th, 2007 03:36 pm (UTC)
O____O snuggly *floating around*
to save time, short summaries of things i liked:
policeman officer
meerkat
GREAT BIG BUSHY BEARD *makes the face*
always something going on
city cop + soft lips
Paula: danny thinks it's cool to blow up headsaverysmallthing on June 14th, 2007 10:04 pm (UTC)
Very fluffy and sweet and nice. :) *sigh* Could there be a sequel?
Pandonkey: Nick and Dannypandonkey on June 15th, 2007 03:17 am (UTC)
Heeheehee, awww. Very sweet. And y'know, that comparison of Nicholas popping out from under the bed to a meerkat? That just -- yeah. I can really picture that. He really is sort of meerkat-ish, somehow.