drabble post: Blue Fury

[phosfate]

(sorry if you get this on your flist twice. it seems kind of pointless to lj-cut a 100-word story.)

TITLE: Blue Fury
FANDOM: Hot Fuzz
AUTHOR: annlarimer
WORD COUNT: 100. What with it being a drabble and all.
RATING: PG for language
WARNINGS: American spelling; spoilers
DISCLAIMER: Obviously not mine.
ARCHIVE: Please ask first.

They're tired, cold, and wet, wrapped in waffly, ineffectual blankets.

Danny looks at Nicholas.

"What?"

"You came back."

"You knew I would."

"Well, yeah."

Danny never did get the Met officers' names. He thinks of them as Chief Inspector Old Wanker, Inspector Smarmy Cunt, and Sergeant Smuggy. "I kinda like it here," Nicholas tells them, when they ask him to return to London. It's the mildest ticking-off Danny's ever seen.

"Were they the blue fury of the Met, then?"

Nicholas' turn to look at him.

"Only I thought they'd be taller."

Shaking with silent laughter, Nicholas has to look away.

Comments

[swankyfunk.livejournal.com]

YAAY. *gleeful Danny Butterman clap*

[gypsyjr.livejournal.com]

"You came back."

"You knew I would."

"Well, yeah."


Just... Yes.

[averysmallthing.livejournal.com]

Yay for Danny, especially his characterization of the "Blue Fury" and being disappointed in their size. I like that it implies that after being a part of "proper action and shit," Danny has a new respect for himself that allows him to think he's a little better than these other guys.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

*gives you ice cream*

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

I kind of want to hug you right now.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

That and, I think, he's poking Nicholas with a stick. Three dopey guys instead of a SWAT team? Golf claps, Angel. Golf claps.

[gypsyjr.livejournal.com]

D'awwww.


Um. Why? XD