ptahrrific: Jon and Stephen, "Believe in the me who believes in you" (fake news)
Erin Ptah ([personal profile] ptahrrific) wrote2009-05-25 08:41 am

Fake News: Into The Rain

Title: Into The Rain
Series: TDS/TCR
Characters/Pairings: Jon/"Stephen"
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: See the index.

For [livejournal.com profile] zelkovaserrata, who wanted "sexy accents. And trenchcoats."



Into The Rain


The car was so black that at first it was impossible to distinguish from the darkness around it. It was as if the night itself had simply grown a pair of headlights.

It pulled up short next to a lamppost, the edge of the small pool of light barely glinting off of its hubcaps. When the window rolled down, none of the illumination seemed to reach inside.

The man who had been leaning against the post, wrapped in a trenchcoat with a hat pulled low over his eyes, strolled over to the window.

"You lost?" he asked, in a slow, sweet drawl like fried chicken and biscuits with honey.

"No, I think this is where I want to be," said the driver mildly. "You need a ride anywhere?"

"Oh, I surely wouldn't want to impose," purred the man in the trenchcoat.

"Well, maybe you could find some way of returning the favor."

"Did you have anything in mi—"

The man on the corner broke off with a gasp. Sticking his arm through the window, he unlocked the door and yanked it open, gathering himself and his long coat hastily into the passenger seat before slamming it behind him.

"Felt a raindrop," he muttered by way of explanation, as the window rolled up.

The driver looked at him bemusedly. "Is it really going to ruin the whole fantasy if you get a little wet?"

"Yes," huffed the passenger. His warm accent had fled, replaced by the sharp precision of a newsman. "Just drive, you."

"All right."

In one smooth motion the car pulled away from the corner, leaving the lamppost behind.

"We still doing the bit with the motel?" asked the driver as the car hummed almost silently along, its noise completely muffled by a low rumble of thunder.

"Actually..." Stephen had pulled off the hat and was turning it around in his hands. "I sort of have this other fantasy for stormy nights. But we'd need to be at home."

A few drops of water splashed against the windshield.

"Home it is," said Jon with a smile, and the car sped off into the rain.

[identity profile] anais-rhys.livejournal.com 2009-05-25 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
::Listens to the thunder outside::

What perfect timing ^_^ I wish Stephen would slip into his southern drawl more often, but then his audience might burst into flames & interrupt the show.
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[identity profile] lavinialavender.livejournal.com 2009-05-26 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
Heh, I like this one. It has a nice feel to it, and I love your descriptions.

[identity profile] zelkovaserrata.livejournal.com 2009-05-26 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
they are so cute. or you are. maybe both.