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02 July 2007 @ 03:37 am
Omgomgomgomgomgomgomg *nervous!*  
Hi! i'm a lurker :o or was, until i popped my lurker cherry...WITH THIS!...


THIS!

Fanfiction, omigosh. this is my first HF fiction but I've written before. My grammar sucks but I blame it on being 3:30 in the morning lol. I'm not all on my brain right now. wee @_@.

Title: Poetic
Pairing: AndyxAndy, NickxTony.
Rating: PG-13 (Because the Andes have a potty mouth.)



He was hunched over his desk, sighing loudly in contempt at such a frivolous task being left up to him. Words! What words could he write! He was not a literary genius, nor was he a poet by any means so to try and form a string of words into something that could possibly compound all the feelings he had raging inside of him was a mean feat for one so...dubiously talented in writing. Oh yes, he was prolific when it came to exams and essay papers, but to tug at his heart strings and rip out a poem from his guts was something he was not used to.

Love notes were rare, frosty at best with his jagged handwriting curving out words that held no meaning or romantic intent. Basically...he sucked at romantic. Love songs made him almost violently ill, Valentine's Day made him cringe and his credit-card wail in unhappiness, often having him wondering why Valentine's day often turned out to be more-so expensive than Christmas! But this was...important. This was...special. Special was good...special was important. And he could almost see those eyes lighting up with pure joy, which made him tingle in the nether lands of his heart-area.

So, he sat at his desk which was nestled comfortably by a window, hunched over like a boy furiously scribbling his homework before the bell rang, but still sat staring at blank paper, nothing would come. Balls of crumpled ideas, rejected ambitions lay piled along the floor, weeping sad little tears of failure as more and more join their sides. Why was this so difficult! Why was this just so...so damn hard! But...still, as with any work, he set about it in a militaristic manner, dutifully trying to get the job done so that way it'd be gone, away from him so he'd never have to frighten himself with the intensity he was pouring into this.

Sighing, he ran his hand against his forehead, biting his lower lip in frustration until a small niggling of inspiration struck, and his pencil moved flowing over the paper as if it had a life of its own.

This I have to say to you, my one and my only, Only time can see us through, Without you I am lonely. I love you, yes, you know this to be true, I've shown you how much countless times, and I don't mean to sound rude, but I truly suck at rhymes. The last bit made a smile curve on his lips, fondly staring at the words and scribbled something on the bottom. He signed his name, placed the card into the envelope and wrote upon the front the receiver's name.
//\\
Mid-afternoon rolled around lazily, and Sergeant Fisher decided he'd open the mysterious little card he'd found in his locker that morning. It wasn't his birthday, not for the next few days, and the handwriting seemed almost eerily familiar, but still he couldn't place it. He read the front of the card, which indeed said 'Happy Birthday, Fucker.', possibly bought at a lovely adult-humor store in Beauford Abbey, then scanned the contents. He slapped the card shut, his heart picking up before he peeked at the name again and made contact with blue-water colored eyes. Two shy small smiles were shared, completely ignoring the soft click of the door near Angel's desk.

< ~A few hours earlier~

"So, are you done yet?" There was a brief pause of silence before an out burst of "Fuck off! I'm not poetic!"

"You know, he's payin' us 40 quid for this, right. Don't fuck it up." Andrew grunted, settling into his seat as he lit a cigarette.

"Screw off, cunt. I'll do as I please with /my/ 40 quid. You ain't done nothing." Snorted his partner and lover, though Andrew was hesitant to use such a word because it implied feelings and caring, and that just wasn't him!

"I copied his handwritin'! You know how hard it is to counterfeit his chickscratch?!" The older detective growled, kicking the desk of his partner, who looked up from his little project with a nasty glare.

"Please! Don't bitch at me because you were too lazy for a practical thought process." Andrew opened his mouth to retort, but paused as a thought occurred him.

"Still...I never expected it..." He sounded almost amused.

"What?" Curiosity.

"Fisher and Angel! I always thought that that bender would shack up with Danny..they already seemed like little gay-boys anyway." Andrew's moral outrage at being wrong at a prediction was almost visible in his words, annoyance darting through his eyes.

"Oh yeah, I know. I was pretty surprised. Whats more surprising..." Andy trailed off, tapping his lips with his pencil smiling in a fond, dreamy sort of way.

"What? What?!"

"..How well we took to him asking us to write him a love note for Tony."

"Well, we're poofters, right? We know cookie pushers when we see them. Right?"

"You're disgusting, Andrew." True annoyance there, the dreamy look dropped from his face now to be replaced with sullen disdain for his partners choice of words. But you should have expected it! It's Andrew for God's sake, he scolded himself.

"I love you too Andy."
>

((Optional Ending: Bob Walker sighed, staring up at the ceiling. "Fags, all'o'em, righ' Saxon?" The dog barked, then laid his head in Bob's lap, whining. "...Not you too!" ))

I am a massive dose of fail! I know it! Please be gentle with me.

Edit: Have hopefully made story read-able now, fixed Andes' dialogue!
 
 
 
stelluci: Moorestelluci on July 2nd, 2007 11:38 am (UTC)
I found this remarkably cute, first and foremost.

You do have some issues with tense-jumping, and your formatting gets confusing in the Andes bit. Also, spell-checking may not pick up on little things like "nestle" and your use of "it's."

The idea is good. Your imagery in places is fantastic. It needs a bit of work, but I strongly approve.

Tony/Nicholas FTW! YAY!
Klokkrazysteralizetheemo on July 2nd, 2007 07:42 pm (UTC)
*nods* Right, thank you! How i wanted it to come across...well everything things right at 3 am! Ahaha, so I will fix it ;), make the Andes not seem so...so jumbled! But thank you SO much for the praise ^-^. Hopefully my writing will get better after getting used to this but I haven't really written anything in a good 2 years, so I'm all rusty-busty.
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Klokkrazysteralizetheemo on July 2nd, 2007 07:40 pm (UTC)
*blushes* Coming from you that is awesome praise!

I sort of...bumbled my way through it, I'm still new to the HF fan fiction thing, but...how I wanted them, the Andy's, to come across was hiss-whisperings in their office. But I'll edit it right up!

I never learned proper grammar v.V. I am massive fail when it comes to that!
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Klokkrazysteralizetheemo on July 2nd, 2007 08:28 pm (UTC)
You're a very talented writer from what I've seen! So for a talented person to say I'm doing good...well it makes me girly-squee with joy.
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Klokkrazysteralizetheemo on July 2nd, 2007 08:58 pm (UTC)
i KNEW IT!! THE SPELL CHECKER -LIED- TO ME!! I knew it was Dialogue! Even now it says its wrong! Liar program!!