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16 June 2007 @ 03:42 am
Fic: Somewhere in the T's (Nick/Danny)  
Title Somewhere In the T's.
Rating: R/NC-17 for sexual situations and language.
Summary: Nicholas Angel/Daniel Butterman. Set some months after the end of the movie. There's DVDs and kissing and switching off.
Notes: This is gigglestheblood's fault. The story wouldn't have been possible without her input/help. I took several quotes from Tombstone, but they're all from memory. So if they're not quite right, I apologize.All mistakes are my own. Cross-posted to pepperlandgirl4, fregg_love, and sandfordpolice.
Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me.

You’re going to risk all that for a misdemeanor?

Damned right I am.


Nick drank from his beer, watching as Danny leaned forward on the couch, his eyes wide as Kurt Russel portrayed a very conflicted Wyatt Earp. They were somewhere in the T's now, but despite their proximity to the end of the alphabet, they still had dozens of DVDs to watch. Dozens of reasons for Nick to come over after work, or after a pint at the pub. Dozens of reasons to fall asleep on Danny’s couch, sitting a little too close to him. And Nick knew for a fact that once they reached the end, Danny would be all too happy to start over at the beginning.

The music became louder, more intense as Wyatt Earp, his brothers, and Doc Holliday began the long walk to…Nick frowned. He wasn’t quite sure where they were going. He hadn’t been paying close attention to the movie. Watching Danny’s reaction to what was happening on the television was always more fun. But it didn’t matter where they were going—it was going to be bloody. The purposeful strides, the surprised townspeople rushing out of their way, clearing the streets, the way the music kept building and building. It was all very tense. Danny nervously chewed on his lip like he had never seen it before. Any of it.

“This is the best part,” Danny assured him.

Nick leaned forward, his shoulder brushing against Danny’s warm arm. The contact was slight, completely incidental. Nicholas was intently aware of it. There’s always something going on.

His attention was drawn from Danny’s arm when the shooting started on the television. Nick’s brow furrowed into a frown.

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“What?” Danny asked.

“That man…with the shotgun…”

“Doc?”

“Right, Doc. He just fired three times.”

“So?”

“So, that gun only has two bullets.”

“Nick,” said with infinite patience, “it’s a movie.”

“Yes, I know it’s only a movie, but that was just a stupid mistake. It was somebody’s job to keep an eye on continuity and they obvious blew it.”

“Well, what about earlier in the movie when Curly Bill was shooting at the moon?”

Nick’s frown deepened. “When he shot the older gentleman? That was fine, he only fired nineteen times, and those were both twelve shooters.”

Danny paused the movie and turned to face him. “You’ll notice things like that, but you don’t even know who was firing the shotgun? I think you’re watching for the wrong things. Haven’t you learned how to switch-off yet?”

Nick straightened defensively. “I know how to switch-off. I was just pointing out…oh, forget about it.”

Danny watched him for another moment before starting the movie again. The room erupted in gunfire. Nicholas sat back on the couch, his arm no longer touching Danny’s, but he still wasn’t interested in the movie.

Nick knew Danny thought he was thinking about work. Not that there was a lot to think about now that the NWA had been taken care of. But people were the same everywhere, and the routine, village problems that seemed so boring to him weren’t boring to the people making the complaints. But their problems were not on Nick’s mind.

“I know how he feels.”

Nick looked up sharply. Wyatt was sitting beside his injured brother, overlooking a funeral procession.

“I’m sorry.”

Danny shrugged. “You were right, you know. It’s not something you get used to. I’m not really sorry, I just think about it sometimes.”

Nicholas didn’t think about it sometimes. He thought about it every damned day, but he didn’t waste time on the people he shot. He thought about the one man he missed. The one man who put a bullet in his friend’s gut.

“Danny…” He stopped, not sure what he wanted to say. That seemed to happen to him a lot lately.

“Yeah?”

“Never mind. Watch your movie…wait, why did they just kill that guy?”

“Morgan? Revenge, of course.”

Of course.

Nicholas had been a little skeptical when Danny put the DVD in earlier. Danny didn’t have a lot of Westerns in his collection, but Nick realized this movie wasn’t unlike the other movies with Jackie Chan, and Mel Gibson, and Will Smith that Danny loved so much. There were lawmen and outlaws, tough talk and violence, and Nicholas assumed, a happy ending where the bad guy gets what’s coming to him.

And an inappropriately close relationship between two of the male leads.

But maybe Nicholas was just reading into things. There was one sure way to find out.

“Why did Doc go to the shootout with them?”

“Wait a minute,” Danny said, holding up his hand. “This is the good part.”

“I thought we already saw the good part?”

“Well, this is good, too.”

You called down the thunder. Well, now you’ve got it. I’m coming, cur! You tell all the other curs that I’m coming and hell is coming with me!

“That’s a good line,” Nick commented.

Danny beamed. “Isn’t it? Now, what were you saying?”

“Why is Doc riding with Wyatt? This isn’t his fight, is it? And he could have been killed.”

“He loves him, of course.”

Of course.

Don’t make no mistake. It’s not revenge he’s after. It’s a reckoning.

Danny mouthed along with the line, barely making a sound. He did that all the time, not the least bit self-conscious. How many times had Danny seen these movies? How many times had he stumbled home—or, and it made Nick shudder to think about it, drove home—after a night at the pub, only to fall asleep to movies about proper action and shit alone? The thought made Nick indefinably sad. He had always been a bit lonely himself, but that had been a matter of choice. The job always made more sense to him than people.

But Danny wouldn’t have wanted to be alone. His isolation had been forced on him, somehow. He didn’t quite fit right. He wanted to be a real officer in a town that, for years, had no use for one. He was just the Inspector’s childlike son, to be pet and tolerated and protected from the realities nobody thought he could handle. And Danny, in his affable, good-natured way, had unknowingly allowed himself to play along with the charade.

But he was so much more than that.

“I’m your huckleberry,” Danny muttered. He glanced over. “Did you say anything like that?”

“No, nothing like that.”

“Shame. It’s a good line.”

“It is.”

“Hey, don’t forget it. Maybe you’ll get a chance to say it later.”

Hope not. “Maybe.”

“What do you want to watch after this?”

Nick rubbed his gritty eyes. He wanted to tell Danny that they didn’t have to watch anything. He didn’t need a movie to keep him right there on the couch. He wasn’t going to leave. Why would he want to?

“Whatever you like.”

“I was thinking Terminator 2 again.”

“Why? We just saw it last night.”

Danny shrugged. “I don’t know. I just like it.”

“That’s fine. Whatever makes you happy.” The words he just meant to think slipped out.

‘ello, Wyatt. I was jus…investigating the mysteries of the Church of Rome.

“What would make you happy?”

Nick didn’t really hear the question. “Is he dying? What happened? Was he shot?”

“Oh no, he has consumption,” Danny explained good-naturedly, his impatience with Nick’s lack of attention gone. Danny was rarely impatient or annoyed with him, and when it happened, it didn’t last long. Maybe he was able to forgive quickly. Maybe he just forgot. “That’s why he was in Tombstone. For the dry climate.”

“Oh.”

“See, Wyatt comes to visit him in the hospital every day.”

Nick nodded. Of course, Wyatt visited Doc every day. Nicholas had spent countless hours at Danny’s side, once he was allowed to leave his own hospital bed.

“It’s sad," Danny was saying, "but you know, at least he got to go in his own bed.”

This is funny.

“You didn’t answer me,” Danny said.

“What was the question?”

“What would make you happy?”

“I…” Nick stopped short. He was happy. That was the thing. He was happy because it had been six month since Danny was released from the hospital, and they were more than half-way through his DVDs, and Danny could say all the lines, and laugh in all the right parts, and still get excited over the gun fights. “Well, we don’t have to watch another DVD.”

“What you thinking?”

They got to this point almost every single night. Nicholas right on the edge of saying something, and Danny waiting patiently, a little expectantly. Then Nicholas would flounder for a moment, because even though Keanu loved Patrick Swayze, and Doc loved Wyatt, there wasn’t actually a script for this point. He knew he was a capable man, but sometimes he needed a little bit of help.

Up or down, thin or flush, in forty years, they never left each other’s sides.

All of his accomplishments in the service briefly flashed in his mind, right up to two days before when he arrested a man for indecent exposure in the model village. The highly dangerous situations, the injuries, the commendations, the promotions, the final showdown on Sanford’s streets—all of that seemed ridiculously easy compared to this moment.

“I’m thinking…” Oh, bugger it. He only needed to lean to his right a little bit. Danny always sat a little too close to him, and Danny’s head was already level with his as he regarded him, patiently waiting for an answer.

When Nicholas tilted his head and brushed against Danny’s lips, he wasn’t sure if he intended the kiss to be a proper kiss, or just a brush of contact. He wasn’t sure if he expected Danny to push him away, shocked, or press for more. And he wasn’t even sure if he had enough alcohol in his system to justify this if Danny did push him away. How many pints realistically led to a drunken kiss? He knew how many led to complete inebriation, but he couldn’t remember the last time he had consumed that much. Probably because he had never consumed enough for total inebriation, and he never even had a one-night stand. Not that this was a one-night stand….

“Nick?”

He opened his eyes, his tongue darting out to moisten his suddenly dry lips. “Yes?”

“I don’t mind if you don’t pay attention during the movies, but you should be thinking about me when you kiss me, right?”

Nicholas blinked. “Oh.” The implication of Danny’s words slowly began to filter into his mind, and the corner of his mouth lifted in a half smile. “Can I try again?”

“Of course.”

Nick turned his body, so he was sitting with his back against the arm, facing Danny entirely. This time, he was paying attention to every single detail of the kiss. First, Danny tasted vaguely of beer and salt, but there was a bit of sweetness, too. He had chocolate earlier tonight. That’s right. His lips were soft, and smooth, not chapped. And he was responsive, his arm sneaking around Nick’s back to pull him closer. Nick could smell him now, too, and it was a smell that just meant Danny. His aerosol deodorant, and the soap he used for his clothes, and peppermint, oddly enough. It all swirled in Nicholas’ head, and a heavy weight settled in his gut, something hot and sticky spreading through his body.

By the time they broke apart—Nick wasn’t sure who moved away first—his breath was
coming a bit faster, and his heart was pounding a bit harder, and he could feel a flush on his neck and the back of his hands.

“I quite liked that,” Danny said, a little shyly.

“Do you want to do it again?”

Danny nodded, leaning forward. The third kiss was just like the second, except different, because Nicholas knew what to expect now. The light taste of chocolate didn’t surprise him. After a few moments, Danny’s fingers curled around his. Nick was startled, but then realized it was rather nice. Danny’s hand was dry and warm, his fingers soft. They fit well around Nick’s. It was an absurd thought, but Nick couldn’t quite shake it.

Danny seemed to be content to accept Nick’s kisses as long as he was offering. He never pushed for more, and he didn’t pull away. It was easy. Like picking up a gun after not touching one for years was easy. Like sitting on Danny’s couch and watching movies was easy. It surprised Nicholas. This had never been easy for him. When he first started seeing Jeanine, she always seemed to want snog. Frankly, it always bored Nicholas. He enjoyed sex with her, but kissing…it always seemed like a bit of a waste of time. In Nick’s mind, it had always been a means to an end. A part of the expected routine. And Nicholas knew a thing of two about routine.

But as they broke apart for the eighth, or maybe tenth, time, Nick finally understood. Kissing didn’t have to be the necessary first step to get to the good stuff. Kissing was the good stuff.

“You’re good at this.”

Nick warmed. “You think so?”

“Well, yeah. You’re good at everything you do, aren’t you?” There wasn’t a trace insincerity in Danny’s voice or eyes. If he said, the sun will rise tomorrow, won’t it? it would be in the same tone.

“I’m not.”

“Good at everything you put your mind to, then.”

They were still holding hands. Nick grinned. “You know, you’re quite good at it yourself.”

Danny rewarded him with a smile—but Danny smiled all the time. This was a different sort of smile. This was the smile that meant he hadn’t expected anything, and somehow Nicholas had managed to give him everything anyway. The smile came at the oddest moments, and Nick could never quite predict it. It was Nick’s favorite smile.

“You think so? I haven’t had a lot of practice.”

“Why not?”

“Well, not a lot of people have kissed me, have they?”

Why not? But Nick didn’t need to ask. He didn’t need to know the answer—assuming Danny could offer him one.

“Funny, I haven’t wanted to kiss many people.”

“Really?”

“I always felt I could be doing something better with my time.”

“Do you have something better to do now?”

Nick shook his head. “No, not at all.”

Instead of moving forward, Danny pulled Nick to him. The aggressive move surprised Nick, but he got over his surprise when Danny pushed his tongue into Nick’s mouth. Danny leaned back against the arm without releasing Nick, and he found himself sprawled across Danny’s chest. It was a rather pleasant place to be, so Nick didn’t resist. But his new position had one startling side effect.

He could now feel Danny’s erection pressed against his stomach. Is that a gun in your pocket, Sergeant? That line was never amusing to Nick before, but now a part of him wanted to laugh. It wasn’t really funny, it was just alien. Another man wanted him, was aroused by him, and as far as Nick knew, that had never happened before. But of course, this wasn’t just another man, it was Danny, and it was okay, because Nick was hard, too.

He couldn’t help wondering where the kissing would lead. How far was he willing to go? How far did Danny want to go? It seemed like a bloody eternity since he had gone anywhere, so he thought he’d be happy with whatever Danny wanted. Even if Danny didn’t want anything beyond kissing. But Nick sorta did want something beyond kissing and….”

“Nicholas?”

“What?”

“Stop thinkin’.”

“I’m not….”

“You are. You can’t lie to me, you know. I know you too well.”

“I’m just trying to….” Danny slid his hand between their bodies, and suddenly, Nicholas couldn’t remember what he was going to say. He couldn’t even remember how to speak as Danny slid the palm of his hand over Nick’s shaft, massaging him through his pants. Nick’s gaze flew to Danny’s face, and he sought the other man’s eyes for…something.

Danny looked back, unblinking. Nick ducked his head. Sometimes, he forgot Danny had an unerring ability to cut through all the shit. When the kissing resumed, Nicholas’ brain had slowed down considerably. Danny continued to rub him, and it was ridiculous how good it felt. He moved against Danny’s hand, seeking out more contact. It was only after Danny moaned that he realized he was also grinding against Danny’s erection.

Now questions of what they were going to do, how far they should go, and everything else that had danced around Nick’s mind were completely banished. They moved at the same time, their fingers awkward as they fumbled with buttons and zippers. Danny’s hand was so hot against his skin, and big. Had he ever noticed how big Danny’s hand was? It didn’t matter.

Nicholas gasped as the tip of his erection brushed against Danny’s shaft. Something electric rolled down his spine at the contact, and his eyes fluttered open. Did Danny feel that, too? It wasn’t just him, was it?

Judging from the look on Danny’s face, the answer to the first question was yes, and the answer to the second was no. Danny moved his wrist, allowing the tip to drag across his shaft again, and Nick couldn’t keep his moan at bay. His blood ran hot, close to the surface of his skin. The only way he could stop another moan was by finding Danny’s mouth again. For a moment, he felt like he was falling, like the floor beneath them was gone, or the couch had collapsed. Danny slid lower on the cushion, and Nicholas was just simply falling.

It was the slippery sensation of losing control. Alien to Nick, but not unpleasant, and no longer unwelcome. He moved his hips faster, thrusting harder against Danny’s hand. Each downward stroke pulled a small moan from Nick’s throat. There wasn’t anything he could do to stop the noises of approval, or stop them from growing louder as the pressure increased in his groin and lower stomach.

Nick tore his mouth away from Danny’s. He had to. He wasn’t getting enough air. His breath was ragged as he dropped his head, resting his brown on Danny’s shoulder. Danny’s free hand went to the back of his head, his fingers brushing through his short hair. Was he saying something? Nick wasn’t sure. The sound of his own heart hammering and his rough breath drowned everything else out.

They both moved faster and faster. The tingling at the base of his spine was the only warning Nicholas had. And then he froze. Everything froze. He cried out sharply as the orgasm overtook him, his warm come coating Danny’s hand and stomach. Nick’s spine straightened, every muscle clenching as the pleasure washed over him, and then he was collapsing against Danny’s chest, small tremors still racing through his body.

“How was that, then?”

Nick couldn’t help his smile, but he didn’t lift his head. For the moment, he didn’t feel like moving. “Good, Danny. It was good.”

Danny responded by turning his head and brushing his lips across Nick’s temple. It was such a little thing. Nothing, really, when compared to what just happened. But it made Nick’s heart twist a little. Danny was his partner, in every way. He had always realized that on some level, but he didn’t really know it until then.

He lifted his head to meet Danny’s soft eyes. “Can I stay?”

Danny smiled. “I’d like you to.”

“Should we go to bed now? Before we get stuck like this.”

Danny laughed. “I suppose so.”

“Hey, Danny? I am sorry.”

Danny’s smile immediately turned into a frown. “For what?”

“For thinking too much.”

“Nah, it’s all right. It’s just who you are.”

“I could be better.”

“No, you can’t.” And it could have sounded wrong, but Nicholas knew exactly what Danny was trying to say. “You’re right just the way you are.”

“So are you,” Nick said, before pushing himself to his feet. He took Danny’s hand and pulled him from the couch. Danny smiled, his fingers slipping between Nick’s.

“Think we’ll still be able to make it through all the DVDs?” Danny asked, as they abandoned the living room.

“Yeah, sure. We got to take a break occasionally, right? We might have to cut down to one a night.”

“Sounds like a fair trade to me.”

“Me, too,” Nicholas said as he shut the bedroom door behind them.
 
 
 
alouette_sparra: Angelalouette_sparra on June 16th, 2007 09:56 am (UTC)
Oh wow... just... wow... Can I say I love how Nicholas' mind won't just shut up and go with this? Because it's wonderful and I really always thought that Nic would just overthink things too much.

Nice choice of movie, too. Something different. The bird likes. : )
pepperlandgirlpepperlandgirl4 on June 16th, 2007 05:14 pm (UTC)
Thanks :) While I was writing, his mind started going off on all sorts of tangents, and at first I thought of bringing him back in, but ultimately, I thought it worked better to just let him do what he wanted, lol.

There were actually several arguments in my house over what movies Danny was likely to own. But everybody ultimately agreed on Tombstone at least :)
alouette_sparraalouette_sparra on June 16th, 2007 08:26 pm (UTC)
Of course he'd own that one.

And Nicholas is all tangent-y and I love it. At least he didn't start going off on cotangents, because once someone goes on one of those, it's only a matter of time before secants enter the equation.

*is a math major, plz ignore*
pepperlandgirlpepperlandgirl4 on June 17th, 2007 06:03 am (UTC)
A math major and a good writer? I'm impressed. Of course, those things are not mutually exclusive, but I've a literature geek and barely made it through my math courses by the skin of my teeth, lol. I still have nightmares about my calculus class in high school...
Red: Hot Fuzz - Freggredderz on June 16th, 2007 11:13 am (UTC)
Fantastic! Just what I needed to cheer me up before I go to work on a Saturday. :D I second the love for Nicholas thinking too much, it's very him.
pepperlandgirlpepperlandgirl4 on June 16th, 2007 05:15 pm (UTC)
Thank you :) I'm glad I stayed up to all hours of the morning so it could be up before you left for work!
Paula: danny thinks it's cool to blow up headsaverysmallthing on June 16th, 2007 02:29 pm (UTC)
More love for Nicholas over thinking things there. You had him pegged. It was great and sexy and wow.
pepperlandgirlpepperlandgirl4 on June 16th, 2007 05:16 pm (UTC)
Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it :)
Excessive Kumquats: Nicholas Angel LOLacidpenguin46 on June 16th, 2007 03:09 pm (UTC)
Yet another fan of Nick's mind refusing to shut up. This was great, so sexy and sweet all at the same time. *loves*
pepperlandgirlpepperlandgirl4 on June 16th, 2007 05:16 pm (UTC)
Thanks for the love!
Nitesh: I'd tap thatnitesh_update on June 16th, 2007 05:19 pm (UTC)
He wanted to tell Danny that they didn’t have to watch anything. He didn’t need a movie to keep him right there on the couch. He wasn’t going to leave. Why would he want to?

Argh, I love this part especially.

This whole story was totally fantastic and I adored every second of it. Well done!
pepperlandgirlpepperlandgirl4 on June 16th, 2007 05:25 pm (UTC)
Thank you. I really appreciate all the kind feedback because I was really unsure about how this was going to go....and I was very, very unsure I would be able to get their "voices" down.
Nitesh: you hypnotized himnitesh_update on June 16th, 2007 06:00 pm (UTC)
Oh, I loved how you did their voices, especially Nicholas's. :D Lookin' forward to reading more from ya!
in some realities: And The Horse He Road In On  (HF)ladyames on June 16th, 2007 05:46 pm (UTC)
i love Nick's wandering thought process. he seems the type whose brain just won't stop.

and Tombstone was a nice choice (especially since i'm rather fond of westerns).
pepperlandgirlpepperlandgirl4 on June 16th, 2007 05:57 pm (UTC)
Thanks :) I'm fond of westerns as well. I chose Tombstone because when I first saw it, I could literally watch it twice a day, every day for a week and not get the least bit tired of it....

Which is more or less how I watch Hot Fuzz now, lol.
ldhenson: Hot Fuzz Still The Duo (cap by gypsyjr)ldhenson on June 17th, 2007 05:59 am (UTC)
You have some lovely lines in this, but this has got to be my favorite:

Then Nicholas would flounder for a moment, because even though Keanu loved Patrick Swayze, and Doc loved Wyatt, there wasn’t actually a script for this point.

I really enjoyed the way you show the progression of Angel's thoughts, leading up to his feeling like he's falling, losing control. Nice job.
pepperlandgirlpepperlandgirl4 on June 17th, 2007 06:01 am (UTC)
Thank you :) I know it's silly, but I'm glad you, in particular, enjoyed it because I've read (some? all? most? I'm not sure) your Nick/Danny fics and I just loved them. Unfortunately, unlike several of the lovely members of this comm, yourself included, I'm really bad about leaving fanfic when I should.
ldhenson: Hot Fuzz The Duoldhenson on June 18th, 2007 07:46 am (UTC)
Thanks for that.

It's hard to keep up with commenting, and I certainly have no high horse to get on about it, but at the same time it's so helpful for a writer to know if something was meaningful to a reader, or needed improvement, or even if she just gave someone a pleasant ten minutes. I've learned a lot over the years from people's comments.
pepperlandgirlpepperlandgirl4 on June 18th, 2007 05:09 pm (UTC)
I actually haven't really been involved in fandom (that is writing/reading fic, etc) for over a year now. I've forgotten how much fun it can be to give/receive comments and actually interact with readers. Otherwise, it feels like you're talking to yourself...
Skitz_phenom: HF - Mineskitz_phenom on June 18th, 2007 04:54 pm (UTC)
I read this on Sat. just before leaving to go out to see a friends band. When I came home after - somewhat inebriated (i.e. drunk off my gourd) - I reread it again. And then yet again, while hungover, Sunday before going over to the in-laws for Father's Day. I've meant to leave feedback each time, but all of those previous reads just didn't provide me with the necessary time. But heck, that just gave me an excuse to read this yet again.

So today, I'm much more coherent (well, for a Monday) and can leave much more cognizant feedback.

I really enjoyed this story, very much. This has definitely been added to the memories!

First, I loved the choice of movie. The Wyatt Earp/Doc Holliday relationship as it's played out in that version is a great one to reflect the Nick/Danny dynamic. Also, the 'Hell's comin' with me!' quote is just awesome. I totally agree with Danny on his idea of the 'best parts'. :)

I think what I like best about this story is that the way things play out for Nick and Danny is such a natural progression for them and I love the feeling that Nick has been at that same place for a long time, just unable to take the next step, and all the while Danny is just waiting for him.

I know it's been said over and over, but I love the idea of Nick's mind continually churning, about anything and everything; most especially when it's about good things like the way that Danny tastes. It's just such a believable character trait.

I like Danny in this too, very much, particularly the fact that he knows how Nicholas is, and is so patient with him. It gives him that feeling of being so much more aware than he is given credit for, which is totally how I see him as a character.

I thought that this: wanted to be a real officer in a town that, for years, had no use for one. was a brilliant character insight for Danny.

As is this: Sometimes, he forgot Danny had an unerring ability to cut through all the shit.

Oh, and especially this: “Well, yeah. You’re good at everything you do, aren’t you?” There wasn’t a trace insincerity in Danny’s voice or eyes. If he said, the sun will rise tomorrow, won’t it? it would be in the same tone.

Actually, as much as I love the way you wrote Nicholas and thought it was extremely in character for him and very insightful - I almost like Danny more in this... because his character is made apparent through what Nick sees.

This was the smile that meant he hadn’t expected anything, and somehow Nicholas had managed to give him everything anyway. I can completely picture this smile. And I love the way you described it!

ldhenson quoted my other favorite line. I thought that Nick's thoughts progressing with the movies, and becoming stalled since there's no plot to follow was very clever and well expressed.

“No, you can’t.” And it could have sounded wrong, but Nicholas knew exactly what Danny was trying to say.

Love that line too. So sweet.

Overall - I loved this. I hope you've got more Hot Fuzz fic up your sleeve!
pepperlandgirlpepperlandgirl4 on June 18th, 2007 05:06 pm (UTC)
Wow, if this is the sort of review I can expect after drinking, hangovers, and multiple readings, I strongly encourage you to do the same thing for the next fic I post!

Tombstone was a natural choice for me (once everybody in my house agreed Danny would actually own Tombstone) because it's the only other movie I can watch every single day for a month and still love. (And I did not want to sit through Point Break again, lol). And of course, Doc and Wyatt are so slashy! I'm really happy that it works so well for everybody else.

Overall - I loved this. I hope you've got more Hot Fuzz fic up your sleeve!
I'm trying to work on a sequel to this from Danny's POV. But of course, I'm consumed with doubt and second-guessing everything I've done, lol.

I really appreciate this comment. For many reasons. Not the least of which is I have an important meeting in about 90 minutes, and your review has provided a much needed distraction from my nerves.
Skitz_phenomskitz_phenom on June 19th, 2007 05:48 pm (UTC)
I shall most definitely endeavor to get completely smashed before reading your next fic. *chuckle* It'll require some spectacular timing and luck I imagine! (Well, unless I just stay drunk for as long as it takes...although I don't think my co-workers would appreciate it!).

Oh I SO agree: Tombstone is definitely a movie I can watch on a regular basis. Kurt Russell and Val Kilmer and slashy man-love... makes me ridiculously happy. Plus it's just a damn good movie.

Just out of curiosity - what other movies were suggested in your household that Danny might own? I've figured that Danny's got to be a fan of some other good non-cop (well, modern cop) action movies.

And - I would ADORE a sequel from Danny's POV. For some reason, I'm finding myself just loving Danny as a character more and more. I think you'll do great with it - you've already done wonderful with his characterization so far! So no more self-doubt! *waggles finger* You can do it and it'll be terrific!

Oh - also, I hope your meeting went well!! I'd have replied to this yesterday with more timely sentiments except that my afternoon at work got completely overrun by meetings as well (though they were just the run of the mill sort - nothing exciting).

Anywho - so glad the feedback made you smile. :) It was the least I could considering how much your story made me smile!
pepperlandgirlpepperlandgirl4 on June 19th, 2007 05:58 pm (UTC)
I was originally thinking Road House because it makes me laugh, a lot, and I thought it would be funny. But my husband and my sister both sort of balked at that. So then I was thinking a good spaghetti western, like the Man With No Name trilogy, or Once Upon a Time in the West, or even My Name is Nobody, but nobody could agree on those, either. And I didn't want another modern cop-movie (for lots of reasons, mainly because I don't watch the genre that much). Finally it occurred to me that Tombstone</i> would make everybody happy, lol. But you're right, I think, about Danny having other sorts of movies. He's got to--there's not enough cop movies to build that sort of collection! Maybe that's another fic idea, lol.

I'm working on the sequel right now. I've got about 2300 words done. It's slow going, but it's getting there. Poor gigglestheblood is reading it in chunks and pieces as I write so she can reassure me things are going well.

The meeting went great. :) Better than I had hoped, even.
Mary-Moo: Hot Fuzz: Sparklyviedma on September 3rd, 2007 05:32 am (UTC)
Surfed in here on violetisblue's Hot Fuzz recs, and I have to tell you that this story and Somewhere in the Night are so awesome. Loving, sweet, and hot, and you got Nicholas and Danny just right.
Vviciouscats on January 23rd, 2008 03:20 pm (UTC)
Oh, this is lovely! And hot. :) *off to read the sequel*