Fanfic100-Green and Sound
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sissyTitle: Saviors and Horrors
Fandom: Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
Characters: Ford Prefect and Arthur Dent
Prompt: 014. Green
Word Count: 614
Rating:PG-13
Summary: In which Ford is a hero.
Table
The bulldozer sprouted great, giant green tentacles. Arthur shuddered in terror, unable to run even as the beast-machine started towards him.
Behind him were the remains of his house, his beautiful house, and for miles behind that was nothing but similar destruction. Homes, ruined. The Horse and Groom, ruined. Cottington, ruined. From the corner of his eye, Arthur could see two miniature bulldozers, pink, pulling a “make way for bypasses” banner.
The giant bulldozer crunched over rubble, a tentacle flinging out to send a tree, maybe the last tree, flying into the distance. Another swept out suddenly, grabbing Arthur by the feet, and he screamed in fright.
“Arthur. Arthur!”
Upside-down, screaming, dressing gown flapping awkwardly in his face, Arthur could barely make out the argyle-clad figure running to him.
“Ford!” Arthur gasped, and another tentacle wound around his chest, squeezing and crushing. “Help me!”
“Arthur!”
His bones were crunching; the pain numbing all his feeling, and Arthur couldn’t even breathe. He wanted to reach out, because Ford was almost there, but gravity was pulling his limbs from him, ripping his very skin and—
“Arthur, wake up!”
Arthur did wake up, to a stinging pain in his face and the sounds of his own panicked breathing. His chest still burnt, felt like it was on fire, like maybe it was being crushed, and Arthur struggled to get up, arms scrambling to get out from under the blankets.
“Arthur! Arthur, calm down.” Ford pulled the covers back, holding Arthur’s shoulder with one hand. “Are you alright?”
“Ford.” Arthur breathed, and he’d never been so relieved in his life. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and felt exhausted.
Ford, however, didn’t look like he’d be sleeping anytime soon. He still gripped Arthur’s should and his eyes were wide, unblinking, staring intently at Arthur. “You were screaming bloody murder.”
“Did I wake you?” was a stupid question, but all the willpower in the universe couldn’t have stopped Arthur from asking. He rubbed his chest tiredly,” Sorry.”
“Well what happened?”
“Just a nightmare, Ford.” Arthur sighed. He laid back, grimacing at the feel of his matted hair on the sweat damp pillow.
Ford gave him a disgruntled look, his own hair stuck into the air at every which direction and the sheet from his own bunk stuck to his pants. “Just a nightmare?” he repeated, sounding a bit mocking. “You were screaming, for me, and I couldn’t get you to wake up.”
He blinked once, then twice, and Arthur reached out to pat his leg reassuringly. “I know, thank you. You were coming to save me.”
Ford looked interested at that, so Arthur continued. “I…this thing was hurting me.” It was all fuzzy to Arthur now, but he could remember the fear, and Ford. “It was killing me, but you were coming to save me.” Arthur finished, just before a yawn overcame him.
Ford seemed to be contemplating this. “If I hadn’t woken you up, would I-the dream me, that is, have saved you?”
Arthur blinked sleepily. “I don’t know.”
Ford looked a bit miffed. “What do you mean you don’t know? Of course I would have saved you.” He ignored Arthur’s slightly confused look and made himself comfortable next to the earthman. “Just think about it, Arthur. I always save you, right?”
“Umm..Yes.”
“Right. So from now on, get your dreams correct and remember that. I can’t have your dreams giving me a bad reputation.”
Arthur smiled and yawned again. “Sorry Ford. I won’t let it happen again.”
“Good!” Ford wiggled around, elbowing Arthur a few times before settling down. “Now shut your mouth and go to sleep, would you? I’m trying to get some shut eye.”
Title: Sleepy Time
Fandom: Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
Characters: Ford Prefect and Arthur Dent
Prompt: 037. Sound
Word Count: 281
Rating:PG
Summary: Bedtime on Earth.
Table
Nights on Earth were quiet.
Ford could appreciate that. It didn’t have the lulling coos of soritian plum birds to help him drift off, or the soft lullaby of critian sirens to pull him into sleep, or even the pollen of drowse-inducing tilman flowers, but there was a certain kind of quiet on Earth that Ford found it increasingly easy to sleep in.
It was hard to like Earth, but Ford, cozy and warm and this close to dozing off on Arthur’s old, worn, incredibly comfortable couch, could admit that he’d become quite fond of the nights.
From the kitchen was soft tinkering, the low shrill of Arthur’s teapot and the shuffling through cabinets, and Ford lazily tried to guess what tea Arthur had choose to make by the light scent in the air. Chamomile, maybe.
“Still awake Ford?” Of course, Ford didn’t like tea all that much and he preferred not to sleep with the taste in his mouth, but Arthur never failed to set an extra cup next to his own.
“Mmmm…” The couch was old, the fabric a little coarse and the smell slightly musty, but it’s so much better than the stiff, unused thing in Ford’s place that he’d never had the heart to complain. It felt good to stretch out, sinking between the cushions and the couch’s back just a bit.
Arthur chuckled, the sound a little breathless after such a long day. Right now he’ll sip tea in his armchair like the creature of habit that he is, and when Ford wakes up with a blanket tucked neatly around him, he’ll be too annoyed by the morning racket of Arthur’s kitchen to appreciate the gesture.
Fandom: Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
Characters: Ford Prefect and Arthur Dent
Prompt: 014. Green
Word Count: 614
Rating:PG-13
Summary: In which Ford is a hero.
Table
The bulldozer sprouted great, giant green tentacles. Arthur shuddered in terror, unable to run even as the beast-machine started towards him.
Behind him were the remains of his house, his beautiful house, and for miles behind that was nothing but similar destruction. Homes, ruined. The Horse and Groom, ruined. Cottington, ruined. From the corner of his eye, Arthur could see two miniature bulldozers, pink, pulling a “make way for bypasses” banner.
The giant bulldozer crunched over rubble, a tentacle flinging out to send a tree, maybe the last tree, flying into the distance. Another swept out suddenly, grabbing Arthur by the feet, and he screamed in fright.
“Arthur. Arthur!”
Upside-down, screaming, dressing gown flapping awkwardly in his face, Arthur could barely make out the argyle-clad figure running to him.
“Ford!” Arthur gasped, and another tentacle wound around his chest, squeezing and crushing. “Help me!”
“Arthur!”
His bones were crunching; the pain numbing all his feeling, and Arthur couldn’t even breathe. He wanted to reach out, because Ford was almost there, but gravity was pulling his limbs from him, ripping his very skin and—
“Arthur, wake up!”
Arthur did wake up, to a stinging pain in his face and the sounds of his own panicked breathing. His chest still burnt, felt like it was on fire, like maybe it was being crushed, and Arthur struggled to get up, arms scrambling to get out from under the blankets.
“Arthur! Arthur, calm down.” Ford pulled the covers back, holding Arthur’s shoulder with one hand. “Are you alright?”
“Ford.” Arthur breathed, and he’d never been so relieved in his life. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and felt exhausted.
Ford, however, didn’t look like he’d be sleeping anytime soon. He still gripped Arthur’s should and his eyes were wide, unblinking, staring intently at Arthur. “You were screaming bloody murder.”
“Did I wake you?” was a stupid question, but all the willpower in the universe couldn’t have stopped Arthur from asking. He rubbed his chest tiredly,” Sorry.”
“Well what happened?”
“Just a nightmare, Ford.” Arthur sighed. He laid back, grimacing at the feel of his matted hair on the sweat damp pillow.
Ford gave him a disgruntled look, his own hair stuck into the air at every which direction and the sheet from his own bunk stuck to his pants. “Just a nightmare?” he repeated, sounding a bit mocking. “You were screaming, for me, and I couldn’t get you to wake up.”
He blinked once, then twice, and Arthur reached out to pat his leg reassuringly. “I know, thank you. You were coming to save me.”
Ford looked interested at that, so Arthur continued. “I…this thing was hurting me.” It was all fuzzy to Arthur now, but he could remember the fear, and Ford. “It was killing me, but you were coming to save me.” Arthur finished, just before a yawn overcame him.
Ford seemed to be contemplating this. “If I hadn’t woken you up, would I-the dream me, that is, have saved you?”
Arthur blinked sleepily. “I don’t know.”
Ford looked a bit miffed. “What do you mean you don’t know? Of course I would have saved you.” He ignored Arthur’s slightly confused look and made himself comfortable next to the earthman. “Just think about it, Arthur. I always save you, right?”
“Umm..Yes.”
“Right. So from now on, get your dreams correct and remember that. I can’t have your dreams giving me a bad reputation.”
Arthur smiled and yawned again. “Sorry Ford. I won’t let it happen again.”
“Good!” Ford wiggled around, elbowing Arthur a few times before settling down. “Now shut your mouth and go to sleep, would you? I’m trying to get some shut eye.”
Title: Sleepy Time
Fandom: Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
Characters: Ford Prefect and Arthur Dent
Prompt: 037. Sound
Word Count: 281
Rating:PG
Summary: Bedtime on Earth.
Table
Nights on Earth were quiet.
Ford could appreciate that. It didn’t have the lulling coos of soritian plum birds to help him drift off, or the soft lullaby of critian sirens to pull him into sleep, or even the pollen of drowse-inducing tilman flowers, but there was a certain kind of quiet on Earth that Ford found it increasingly easy to sleep in.
It was hard to like Earth, but Ford, cozy and warm and this close to dozing off on Arthur’s old, worn, incredibly comfortable couch, could admit that he’d become quite fond of the nights.
From the kitchen was soft tinkering, the low shrill of Arthur’s teapot and the shuffling through cabinets, and Ford lazily tried to guess what tea Arthur had choose to make by the light scent in the air. Chamomile, maybe.
“Still awake Ford?” Of course, Ford didn’t like tea all that much and he preferred not to sleep with the taste in his mouth, but Arthur never failed to set an extra cup next to his own.
“Mmmm…” The couch was old, the fabric a little coarse and the smell slightly musty, but it’s so much better than the stiff, unused thing in Ford’s place that he’d never had the heart to complain. It felt good to stretch out, sinking between the cushions and the couch’s back just a bit.
Arthur chuckled, the sound a little breathless after such a long day. Right now he’ll sip tea in his armchair like the creature of habit that he is, and when Ford wakes up with a blanket tucked neatly around him, he’ll be too annoyed by the morning racket of Arthur’s kitchen to appreciate the gesture.