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Lamp Light (1/10)
Title: Lamp Light
Fandom: Hot Fuzz
Character/s: Like in the film
Word Count (chapter/total): 1,200 / 47,100
Rating: NC-17
Summary/Warnings: I really wanted to explore the whys of Nicholas and Janine's relationship, and eventual break-up. Takes place between the station blowing up, and the very end of the film. This gets really, incredibly dark.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tawg, I'm so stealing your angst crown after this.
The first time Nicholas spent the night in Danny's bed, he didn't sleep a minute. He knew what lava lamps were; he was familiar with their concept and design, but he'd never seen one in person before. Shapeless yellow orbs dancing recklessly in vibrant red fluid. Complete chaos contained safely inside a glass bottle. Nicholas had never seen anything quite like it in his life, and he stayed up to watch every minute of it.
Danny knocked heavily on the door before letting himself in. Nicholas had given him a spare copy of the key to the front door around the time he was made inspector, and during which Danny was still in his later stages of recovery. "You won't have to go up as many steps if you start to hurt." And Danny had graciously accepted the key, because to be honest, Nicholas' kitchen always seemed to be better stocked. Later, when he was able to do his own shopping, and a half-flight of steps didn't hurt quite so bad, he'd considered giving the spare key back, but then they got a call out, and Nicholas had a hearing in London, and Danny had an unexpected hospital visit, and the next thing he knew, it was another two months and he still hadn't given it back.
Danny wandered through the small cottage, looking for the errant inspector, and finding only a sleeping cat. "Hey, sweetie," he said, scratching it behind its ears. "Where's that man of yours?" The cat yawned and went back to sleep, leaving Danny on his own with this hunt. Eventually, he made his way outside, surprised to actually have found Nicholas. He was standing barefoot in the damp grass, wearing an old dressing gown he'd likely gotten from Oxfam, just looking up at the sky. Danny walked up next to him, hands casually in his pockets, and looked up to whatever Nicholas was watching.
"What'chya lookin' at?" he asked after a few moments.
"Nothing," Nicholas responded after a few moments. "Just looking."
Danny looked up once more; looking at the sliver and nearly-black towering clouds that rolled overhead, and the patches of blue that managed to push through. "How long you been out here in your underwear?" he asked finally.
"Just after it stopped raining," Nicholas answered, finally meeting Danny's eyes. "And I am not in my underwear. I've pyjamas underneath my robe."
Danny smiled. "Sure," he said, starting to walk back into the cramped cottage. "You're gonna be late."
Nicholas took a moment to consider this before heaving a light sigh and following Danny inside. "Do you want to get some breakfast?" he asked hopefully, padding his way into the kitchen.
Danny put down the small jade panda he'd been inspecting as he slowly looked up. "I don't think we got time," he said. "If I'd known you were wanting to go stare at the sun, I'd have come a little earlier."
Nicholas frowned lightly and retreated from the kitchen.
He felt tired, but not sleepy enough to fall asleep. Or maybe he was sleepy enough, but the glass of the car window his head was leaning against was cold and rattling about and generally turning his brain to scrambled eggs. At least Danny was being quiet, content to just drive, and let Nicholas watch as the scenery of the west country strolled along beside them. It was the same comfortable silence they'd shared half a dozen times before, Danny providing Nicholas transportation to the train station without argument or asking for anything in return. Nicholas liked the freedom from having to relieve his wallet of sixty pounds, and Danny liked the time away from the other responsibilities that had suddenly come crashing down upon each of the officers without warning.
"Do you want me to wait with you?" Danny asked lightly, carefully breaking the silence between them.
"What?" Nicholas asked, sitting up quickly. "Oh, no. You don't have to," he said. "It might be a bit of a wait."
Danny nodded lightly, finding an empty spot outside the train station that would suit for letting Nicholas get his overnight bag from the boot. It was smaller than most people would take for two days in London, but Nicholas wasn't most people. Danny suspected he never was, and would likely never be.
"Friday evening, right?" he asked, leaning across the passenger seat.
Nicholas turned round, startled that anything had been said. "Yeah," he answered tiredly. "I'm getting in just before six-thirty."
Danny nodded again. "See you then," he said, smiling genuinely.
Nicholas forced his own smile before turning around. The station was busy, but not necessarily packed by any means. Mostly students, making their way to their respective universities and colleges. Checking his watch, Nicholas saw that his train was not scheduled for another forty-five minutes. After a few minutes hunting, he managed to find an empty bench along a far wall of the train station, content to watch the individual people around him.
It had rained sometime between arriving, and when they had finally decided to leave. They hadn't heard anything while inside the thick walls, but watching Travis step into a puddle up to his ankles had been enough to confirm their suspicions.
"Oh, shit," he said, giggling the way he only did when he was four ciders past one too many. "These are my uniform trousers."
Nicholas stopped in his step to look down at the mess on Travis' trousers. "Tough luck, mate," he said, placing a firm hand on his shoulder, guiding him down the side walk. A few moments later, he paused, looked down the direction they were heady, and turned round, Travis still in tow. "No, wait."
Finally, Dave stumbled out of the heavy doors, still clutching tightly to a half-full pack of pig snacks. "There you pricks are," he said, stepping in the same puddle Travis had fallen victim to. "Shit. These are my work trousers."
His face already bright red, Nicholas howled in laughter.
"What's so funny, Angel?" Dave snapped.
Nicholas shook his head. "I don't know," he managed.
Dave and Travis joined in the chorus with Nicholas, each taking a solid hold of Nicholas' arms, and leading him down the side walk.
Nicholas nearly missed his train being announced. Snatching up his overnight bag, he rushed to platform eight, joining in the hurried queue. By sheer luck alone, he managed to secure a seat near the window. A few moments later, a young boy slid into the seat next to him, carefully leaning over Nicholas' lap to look out the window.
"Brandon," a young woman said, her voice hushed. "Leave the nice man alone."
Nicholas looked up slowly, taking a moment to connect her voice and the child's presence. "No, he's fine," Nicholas assured.
The boy smiled up at Nicholas, carefully sitting back in his seat. "Hi," he said timidly.
"Hi," Nicholas responded easily.
"Are you a policeman?" the boy asked.
Nicholas tilted his head slightly, before remembering that his jacket had an embroidered shield near the lapel. "Yes, I am," he answered.
The boy smiled. "Cool."
Fandom: Hot Fuzz
Character/s: Like in the film
Word Count (chapter/total): 1,200 / 47,100
Rating: NC-17
Summary/Warnings: I really wanted to explore the whys of Nicholas and Janine's relationship, and eventual break-up. Takes place between the station blowing up, and the very end of the film. This gets really, incredibly dark.
tawg, I'm so stealing your angst crown after this.The first time Nicholas spent the night in Danny's bed, he didn't sleep a minute. He knew what lava lamps were; he was familiar with their concept and design, but he'd never seen one in person before. Shapeless yellow orbs dancing recklessly in vibrant red fluid. Complete chaos contained safely inside a glass bottle. Nicholas had never seen anything quite like it in his life, and he stayed up to watch every minute of it.
Danny knocked heavily on the door before letting himself in. Nicholas had given him a spare copy of the key to the front door around the time he was made inspector, and during which Danny was still in his later stages of recovery. "You won't have to go up as many steps if you start to hurt." And Danny had graciously accepted the key, because to be honest, Nicholas' kitchen always seemed to be better stocked. Later, when he was able to do his own shopping, and a half-flight of steps didn't hurt quite so bad, he'd considered giving the spare key back, but then they got a call out, and Nicholas had a hearing in London, and Danny had an unexpected hospital visit, and the next thing he knew, it was another two months and he still hadn't given it back.
Danny wandered through the small cottage, looking for the errant inspector, and finding only a sleeping cat. "Hey, sweetie," he said, scratching it behind its ears. "Where's that man of yours?" The cat yawned and went back to sleep, leaving Danny on his own with this hunt. Eventually, he made his way outside, surprised to actually have found Nicholas. He was standing barefoot in the damp grass, wearing an old dressing gown he'd likely gotten from Oxfam, just looking up at the sky. Danny walked up next to him, hands casually in his pockets, and looked up to whatever Nicholas was watching.
"What'chya lookin' at?" he asked after a few moments.
"Nothing," Nicholas responded after a few moments. "Just looking."
Danny looked up once more; looking at the sliver and nearly-black towering clouds that rolled overhead, and the patches of blue that managed to push through. "How long you been out here in your underwear?" he asked finally.
"Just after it stopped raining," Nicholas answered, finally meeting Danny's eyes. "And I am not in my underwear. I've pyjamas underneath my robe."
Danny smiled. "Sure," he said, starting to walk back into the cramped cottage. "You're gonna be late."
Nicholas took a moment to consider this before heaving a light sigh and following Danny inside. "Do you want to get some breakfast?" he asked hopefully, padding his way into the kitchen.
Danny put down the small jade panda he'd been inspecting as he slowly looked up. "I don't think we got time," he said. "If I'd known you were wanting to go stare at the sun, I'd have come a little earlier."
Nicholas frowned lightly and retreated from the kitchen.
He felt tired, but not sleepy enough to fall asleep. Or maybe he was sleepy enough, but the glass of the car window his head was leaning against was cold and rattling about and generally turning his brain to scrambled eggs. At least Danny was being quiet, content to just drive, and let Nicholas watch as the scenery of the west country strolled along beside them. It was the same comfortable silence they'd shared half a dozen times before, Danny providing Nicholas transportation to the train station without argument or asking for anything in return. Nicholas liked the freedom from having to relieve his wallet of sixty pounds, and Danny liked the time away from the other responsibilities that had suddenly come crashing down upon each of the officers without warning.
"Do you want me to wait with you?" Danny asked lightly, carefully breaking the silence between them.
"What?" Nicholas asked, sitting up quickly. "Oh, no. You don't have to," he said. "It might be a bit of a wait."
Danny nodded lightly, finding an empty spot outside the train station that would suit for letting Nicholas get his overnight bag from the boot. It was smaller than most people would take for two days in London, but Nicholas wasn't most people. Danny suspected he never was, and would likely never be.
"Friday evening, right?" he asked, leaning across the passenger seat.
Nicholas turned round, startled that anything had been said. "Yeah," he answered tiredly. "I'm getting in just before six-thirty."
Danny nodded again. "See you then," he said, smiling genuinely.
Nicholas forced his own smile before turning around. The station was busy, but not necessarily packed by any means. Mostly students, making their way to their respective universities and colleges. Checking his watch, Nicholas saw that his train was not scheduled for another forty-five minutes. After a few minutes hunting, he managed to find an empty bench along a far wall of the train station, content to watch the individual people around him.
It had rained sometime between arriving, and when they had finally decided to leave. They hadn't heard anything while inside the thick walls, but watching Travis step into a puddle up to his ankles had been enough to confirm their suspicions.
"Oh, shit," he said, giggling the way he only did when he was four ciders past one too many. "These are my uniform trousers."
Nicholas stopped in his step to look down at the mess on Travis' trousers. "Tough luck, mate," he said, placing a firm hand on his shoulder, guiding him down the side walk. A few moments later, he paused, looked down the direction they were heady, and turned round, Travis still in tow. "No, wait."
Finally, Dave stumbled out of the heavy doors, still clutching tightly to a half-full pack of pig snacks. "There you pricks are," he said, stepping in the same puddle Travis had fallen victim to. "Shit. These are my work trousers."
His face already bright red, Nicholas howled in laughter.
"What's so funny, Angel?" Dave snapped.
Nicholas shook his head. "I don't know," he managed.
Dave and Travis joined in the chorus with Nicholas, each taking a solid hold of Nicholas' arms, and leading him down the side walk.
Nicholas nearly missed his train being announced. Snatching up his overnight bag, he rushed to platform eight, joining in the hurried queue. By sheer luck alone, he managed to secure a seat near the window. A few moments later, a young boy slid into the seat next to him, carefully leaning over Nicholas' lap to look out the window.
"Brandon," a young woman said, her voice hushed. "Leave the nice man alone."
Nicholas looked up slowly, taking a moment to connect her voice and the child's presence. "No, he's fine," Nicholas assured.
The boy smiled up at Nicholas, carefully sitting back in his seat. "Hi," he said timidly.
"Hi," Nicholas responded easily.
"Are you a policeman?" the boy asked.
Nicholas tilted his head slightly, before remembering that his jacket had an embroidered shield near the lapel. "Yes, I am," he answered.
The boy smiled. "Cool."