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not_a_firefly) wrote2009-07-28 10:24 pm
not_a_firefly) wrote2009-07-28 10:24 pm
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There's what in the trunk? (Haven's version)
Title: There's what in the trunk?
Author: Havenward
Fandom: Kane RPS (Not A Firefly 'verse)
Pairing: Chris/Steve
Rating: PG13
Words: 454
Note: So the idea for this 'verse has been bouncing around in our heads (and mine in particular) for a while. But it took![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cyphersushi prompting us here at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
comment_fic to actually get us writing. We've both written for the same event, and this is my version.
Summary: Steve is sure he can't really have seen what he swears he just saw.
Steve's pretty sure he isn't high.
... Mostly.
The problem is, staring into the trunk, he's starting to question having forgotten about smoking a whole lot of something. And maybe drinking on top of it. He was pretty sure they didn't have absinthe in the house, but he was starting to wonder now.
Because really? Fairies?
They aren't green though. So he stares at them, and they stare right back. The littler one is purple with wings like a dragonfly, and looks like maybe it's a girl (Steve isn't about to get closer to look) and he could swear she couldn't be taller than three inches. It's unnerving, but she looks a bit familiar. Like that time that their new puppy stayed up barking at the guitars all night and he and Chris had been ridiculously high and drunk and...
He shakes his head. Can't be. The other one was new. Blue and definitively male and very much on the defensive.
Can't be real. Nope. So Steve closes the trunk without putting in their suitcases and the cooler and leaves the guitar cases exactly where they are, and goes back inside.
"Hey Chris?"
Chris stops what he's doing in the kitchen (the last of the cleaning before they're gone nearly a month) and looks at him a bit suspiciously. "What?"
"I didn't... y'know. Smoke anything and forget about it. Did I?"
"... No."
"Right then. Okay." He vaguely hears Chris questioning him as he turns and heads back out to the car. There won't be anything there. I've got heat stroke. Or something.
But when he opens the trunk again... They're actually closer now, hopping up onto the edge. The purple one blushes, and tinkles like bells when she curtsies, and the blue one actually honest to god bows. Steve rubs his eyes. They're still there.
"It seems formal introductions are required," the blue one says, and he sounds very growly. And very much like he's talking to a foreiger, a little loud and very slow. "I am Lomy, and this is Elphie. You have previously extended your hospitality to her and hers. We expect you to extend that to the full... full..." The purple one makes a sound like soft chimes and he nods. "To the full premises and property, including your... auto-vehicle."
Steve blinks. Rubs his eyes again. And they're still there, looking at him expectantly. "Right. Uh, if that's how it works."
"Steve, who the hell are you talking to?" Chris is coming out of the house now, shouldering the last of their stuff.
"The, uh. The fairies. In the trunk." Steve winces, because he knows how absolutely fucked up that sounds.
"What? What do you mean, the fairies in the trunk?"
And there's nothing for it, except to step to the side and let Christian see for himself.
Author: Havenward
Fandom: Kane RPS (Not A Firefly 'verse)
Pairing: Chris/Steve
Rating: PG13
Words: 454
Note: So the idea for this 'verse has been bouncing around in our heads (and mine in particular) for a while. But it took
cyphersushi prompting us here at comment_fic to actually get us writing. We've both written for the same event, and this is my version.Summary: Steve is sure he can't really have seen what he swears he just saw.
Steve's pretty sure he isn't high.
... Mostly.
The problem is, staring into the trunk, he's starting to question having forgotten about smoking a whole lot of something. And maybe drinking on top of it. He was pretty sure they didn't have absinthe in the house, but he was starting to wonder now.
Because really? Fairies?
They aren't green though. So he stares at them, and they stare right back. The littler one is purple with wings like a dragonfly, and looks like maybe it's a girl (Steve isn't about to get closer to look) and he could swear she couldn't be taller than three inches. It's unnerving, but she looks a bit familiar. Like that time that their new puppy stayed up barking at the guitars all night and he and Chris had been ridiculously high and drunk and...
He shakes his head. Can't be. The other one was new. Blue and definitively male and very much on the defensive.
Can't be real. Nope. So Steve closes the trunk without putting in their suitcases and the cooler and leaves the guitar cases exactly where they are, and goes back inside.
"Hey Chris?"
Chris stops what he's doing in the kitchen (the last of the cleaning before they're gone nearly a month) and looks at him a bit suspiciously. "What?"
"I didn't... y'know. Smoke anything and forget about it. Did I?"
"... No."
"Right then. Okay." He vaguely hears Chris questioning him as he turns and heads back out to the car. There won't be anything there. I've got heat stroke. Or something.
But when he opens the trunk again... They're actually closer now, hopping up onto the edge. The purple one blushes, and tinkles like bells when she curtsies, and the blue one actually honest to god bows. Steve rubs his eyes. They're still there.
"It seems formal introductions are required," the blue one says, and he sounds very growly. And very much like he's talking to a foreiger, a little loud and very slow. "I am Lomy, and this is Elphie. You have previously extended your hospitality to her and hers. We expect you to extend that to the full... full..." The purple one makes a sound like soft chimes and he nods. "To the full premises and property, including your... auto-vehicle."
Steve blinks. Rubs his eyes again. And they're still there, looking at him expectantly. "Right. Uh, if that's how it works."
"Steve, who the hell are you talking to?" Chris is coming out of the house now, shouldering the last of their stuff.
"The, uh. The fairies. In the trunk." Steve winces, because he knows how absolutely fucked up that sounds.
"What? What do you mean, the fairies in the trunk?"
And there's nothing for it, except to step to the side and let Christian see for himself.
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