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arguingvitality wrote in 15_minute_fic
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Title: The first time Draco Malfoy talked to a stranger
Fandom/original: Harry Potter
Characters: Draco Malfoy (ft. Harry Potter, Narcissa Malfoy)
Rating: G
Word count: 460

[ http://deliverfiction.livejournal.com/6243.html ]

Edited at 2011-08-26 06:37 pm (UTC)

Title:Storm Warnings

Fandom/original:Starsky and Hutch fandom

Characters:Starsky, Hutch

Rating:
PG
Word count: 801 words

The Severe Storm Warning had Starsky battening down his windows, closing shutters, and calling his partner on the telephone.

The phone lines were down, though, and he couldn’t get through. Wind lashed trees, bending them. He knew he shouldn’t drive in this weather, but...

Finally, he ran down the steps and to his car, holding a hand up to shield his face and squinting as rain beat into his face, soaking his hair clear through, drenching his clothing and taking his breath away with its ferocity. Safely in his Torino, he sat for a moment, catching his breath, dripping all over the leather seat. The rain beat louder against the roof of the car, like many drum beats. Outside, the wind howled.

He started the engine, and drove slowly and carefully over to Hutch’s place. The headlights only showed a few feet ahead. Once a tree had fallen across the road, and he had to back up and drive carefully around on the side of the road. It was a tight squeeze; branches scraped against his window, and he grimaced, thinking of his paint job.

Why did he have to get to Hutch, anyway? It was just a storm...

Even inside his leather jacket, Starsky was shivering. It was the cold, the rain, that was all. He couldn’t stop thinking of Hutch, and something about the storm. It was nuts, but... Hutch was hurt, or trapped or needed him... That was the feeling, and since the early days of their partnership, Starsky had learned that he so often had those feelings for a reason: Hutch really did need him.

On the occasions when he’d ignored them, he’d almost always regretted it, and deeply. Like with Diane...

Yes, he’s been uneasy about the lady who trashed his partner’s apartment, but he’d shrugged it off. Hutch could take care of himself. How dangerous could one little nurse be? Hutch still had the scars to prove just now dangerous...

So now he drove, when the roads were empty, the ran and winds dangerous, and the radio (when it wasn’t just static) blasting out warnings about severe weather.

He needed to get to Hutch! And that, like always, was worth any risk.

Finally, finally he reached Hutch’s apartment. And he saw the door open, flapping.

He turned off the engine and ran from the safety of his car, once again caught breathless by the wind. He had to fight against it to reach the door, holding a hand up to shield his face, and walking into the wind till he was in the shelter of the house. Then he ran inside.

“Hutch!” he shouted. And was drowned out by a gigantic peal of thunder.



(to be continued--wouldn't all fit in one comment!)

He looked around wildly, and screamed again. “Hutch!”

No answer. He tore through the rooms, looking for his partner, afraid that he was missing, that someone had taken him or he’d been hurt and trapped somewhere...

Into the greenhouse, where he saw it. Glass from several windows had shattered, and plants and a branch from a nearby tree lay sprawled across the floor, next to dirt, mud, and streaming water.

One of Hutch’s biggest potted palm trees had fallen over. And Hutch was under it. “Hutch!” shrieked Starsky, jumping at a giant crash of lightning. His partner lay so very still...

Starsky shifted the plant that had fallen on him, careful of the glass. There was blood, not completely washed away by the rain. Oh Hutch... Hutch!

He turned his partner over gently, searching for wounds. A cut on his arm, one on his face streamed light-red blood, watered down immediately it left his veins by the heavy rain. But Hutch’s eyelids stirred, fluttered open, and he looked groggily up at Starsky, while squinting at the rain.

Starsky could’ve cried. He squeezed Hutch’s shoulder, and immediately rose and helped heft his partner to wobbly legs. He jerked his head towards the house, miming for them to get indoors to safety. His words couldn’t be heard over the rain anymore, even by himself. Hutch moved as fast as he could, leaning on Starsky for support.

They got inside, and Starsky slammed the door, shutting out some of the noise and terror of the storm.

Hutch plopped wearily down onto a chair. He was even more thoroughly soaked than Starsky, his blond hair dark and matted to his skull. He was still bleeding.

Starsky cast him an anxious look, and ran for towels and the first aid kit.

While he was bandaging and cleaning up Hutch, and scolding him, Hutch gave his weary explanation, about trying to save his plants from the storm, and being caught by the branch and the falling tree and the glass, that must’ve knocked him out.

But he didn’t ask how Starsky had know. He didn’t ask that.



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Title: Freedome to be

Fandom/original: Top Gear

Characters: James May, Jeremy Clarkson, Richard Hammond

Rating:G
Word count:

http://tommyboybbi.livejournal.com/218763.html#cutid1

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