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fellowshippers2004-01-08 10:10 pm
abbichicken.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2004-01-08 10:10 pm
Drabble: Cars...
Title: Cars...
Author: abbi.chicken@virgin.net
Pairing: Dom/Elijah
Rating: PG-13 for swearing
Disclaimer: I make no claims about the truth or falsity of this story, nor
do I say anything that I have even slightly verified. It's random, k?
Archive: Want. Take. Have. Tell me =)
FB: please...
And: Thanks to Tuuli, for explaining to me how these things work ;) Never
written a drabble before, so still getting to grips with trying to say
something of any interest in 100 words
“Come on…come on!” But however much Dom turns the key or pumps the pedals, the car is not starting.
“Fuck’s SAKE!”
Elijah sits beside him, looking nervous, staying silent as Dom runs the gauntlet of anger, frustration and unhappiness.
“I’m sorry mate, we’re fucking stuck here…mobile’s got no reception…don’t even fucking know where we are…bastard hire car…don’t know what the FUCK to do…”
He lies back, closing his eyes, swearing gently to himself.
Quietly, tentatively, Elijah stretches out his hand to cover Dom’s. He looks round, surprised to meet Lij’s eyes, wide, shining, suggestive. “I know what we could do…”
Author: abbi.chicken@virgin.net
Pairing: Dom/Elijah
Rating: PG-13 for swearing
Disclaimer: I make no claims about the truth or falsity of this story, nor
do I say anything that I have even slightly verified. It's random, k?
Archive: Want. Take. Have. Tell me =)
FB: please...
And: Thanks to Tuuli, for explaining to me how these things work ;) Never
written a drabble before, so still getting to grips with trying to say
something of any interest in 100 words
“Come on…come on!” But however much Dom turns the key or pumps the pedals, the car is not starting.
“Fuck’s SAKE!”
Elijah sits beside him, looking nervous, staying silent as Dom runs the gauntlet of anger, frustration and unhappiness.
“I’m sorry mate, we’re fucking stuck here…mobile’s got no reception…don’t even fucking know where we are…bastard hire car…don’t know what the FUCK to do…”
He lies back, closing his eyes, swearing gently to himself.
Quietly, tentatively, Elijah stretches out his hand to cover Dom’s. He looks round, surprised to meet Lij’s eyes, wide, shining, suggestive. “I know what we could do…”
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Very funny and cute!