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sissyTitle: Gotcha
Fandom: Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
Characters: Ford Prefect and Arthur Dent
Prompt: 070. Storm
Word Count: 384
Rating: PG
Summary: It’s like being stuck in a cabin in the middle of winter with only a blanket for warmth, except the cabin is a spaceship, the winter is space, and the blanket is a Betelgeusian.
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Arthur screamed.
An awful, terrified scream caused by the fact that the lights had just gone out and something was in his room. Arthur took a deep breath, fully prepared to scream again, and reached around blindly for anything to protect himself with.
The thing was near him and Arthur lost all his air in a squeak, swinging wildly.
“Whoa, whoa! Watch where you swing your towel, Arthur! You could really hurt someone.”
Ford tugged the towel from Arthur’s hand-or, at least, it sounded like Ford. It was awfully hard to see through the room’s utter darkness.
“Umm…Ford?” Arthur’s fingers snagged something coarse and worn and he sighed in relief. He could almost feel the argyle print. “What happened to the lights?”
Arthur knew Ford was grinning, could almost see his teeth gleaming through the blackness. “I came to warn you, we’ve gotten stuck in a storm. “
“And this is good?” Arthur ventured. He was feeling brave enough to let go of the coat, but not brave enough to relax.
“Well, not as such….the powers goes out to limit the chances of us getting struck by space lighting…and…”
That and sounded like it was something Arthur wouldn’t enjoy. It sounded a lot like the buts that came before unbelievably bad news, and usually right after there’d been some statement that raised Arthur’s hopes. Like, “we taught the Nutrimatic to make your tea Arthur, but…”. Not good.
“And what?” Arthur sighed.
It shouldn’t have been possible for Ford’s teeth to glint, but they did it anyway. “And the heaters will go off for a while too…. It’s quite cold in space. We might have to huddle for warmth!”
“Oh no!” Arthur snapped,”No Ford, I’m not falling for that one again. It was believable enough when we were freezing in Norway, or when Slartibartfast refused to turn up the air conditioner on the Bistromath, or even when you broke all the windows on the first floor of my house that one winter, but not this time! I’m not that gullible, thank you very much.”
And yet, despite his protests, an hour later found Arthur, teeth chattering, allowing a smug looking Ford to cuddle him. (although you still couldn’t see him, he exuded the same aura of smugness that all Betelgeusians exuded when they got their way.)
Fandom: Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
Characters: Ford Prefect and Arthur Dent
Prompt: 070. Storm
Word Count: 384
Rating: PG
Summary: It’s like being stuck in a cabin in the middle of winter with only a blanket for warmth, except the cabin is a spaceship, the winter is space, and the blanket is a Betelgeusian.
Table
Arthur screamed.
An awful, terrified scream caused by the fact that the lights had just gone out and something was in his room. Arthur took a deep breath, fully prepared to scream again, and reached around blindly for anything to protect himself with.
The thing was near him and Arthur lost all his air in a squeak, swinging wildly.
“Whoa, whoa! Watch where you swing your towel, Arthur! You could really hurt someone.”
Ford tugged the towel from Arthur’s hand-or, at least, it sounded like Ford. It was awfully hard to see through the room’s utter darkness.
“Umm…Ford?” Arthur’s fingers snagged something coarse and worn and he sighed in relief. He could almost feel the argyle print. “What happened to the lights?”
Arthur knew Ford was grinning, could almost see his teeth gleaming through the blackness. “I came to warn you, we’ve gotten stuck in a storm. “
“And this is good?” Arthur ventured. He was feeling brave enough to let go of the coat, but not brave enough to relax.
“Well, not as such….the powers goes out to limit the chances of us getting struck by space lighting…and…”
That and sounded like it was something Arthur wouldn’t enjoy. It sounded a lot like the buts that came before unbelievably bad news, and usually right after there’d been some statement that raised Arthur’s hopes. Like, “we taught the Nutrimatic to make your tea Arthur, but…”. Not good.
“And what?” Arthur sighed.
It shouldn’t have been possible for Ford’s teeth to glint, but they did it anyway. “And the heaters will go off for a while too…. It’s quite cold in space. We might have to huddle for warmth!”
“Oh no!” Arthur snapped,”No Ford, I’m not falling for that one again. It was believable enough when we were freezing in Norway, or when Slartibartfast refused to turn up the air conditioner on the Bistromath, or even when you broke all the windows on the first floor of my house that one winter, but not this time! I’m not that gullible, thank you very much.”
And yet, despite his protests, an hour later found Arthur, teeth chattering, allowing a smug looking Ford to cuddle him. (although you still couldn’t see him, he exuded the same aura of smugness that all Betelgeusians exuded when they got their way.)