Fic: A Lesson in History (3/?)
Title: A Lesson in History (3/?)
Pairing: Eventual Howince
Summary: They say that true love can conquer any obstical. What about time? Howince AU.
Word Count: 1151
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I cannot claim to own the Boosh. This belongs to two men much more brilliant than myself :)
A/N: I can't pretend this is going to be historically accurate in any way. I failed my history GCSE for a reason ;) (Although now tabithaarbella has agreed to help me when I need it it'll be better than it was :P)
A/N2: I know this hasn't been updated in forever! Sorry!
Part 1 here - http://community.livejournal.com/booshslashhaven/883643.html
Part 2 here - http://community.livejournal.com/booshslashhaven/888777.html
“What the fuck happened to you last night?!” Kylie demanded, glaring at him. “I called your fucking phone for ages and you’d turned it off! I was sitting in that restaurant like a twat for over an hour getting pitying looks off people!”
“Sorry, babe. Someone took my phone, they had a…a knife.”
Her whole expression changed. “Oh my God! Are you alright?!”
“I’m fine. I was sort of traumatised so I just went home.”
“Have you called the police?”
“No point. I don’t remember what he looked like.”
“Oh. Well, thank God you’re ok!” she hurried him inside and closed the door. “I want to talk to you about the wedding.”
“Ok.”
Vince looked around the room as she spoke, seeing it for the first time how Howard would see it. Things that he’d always taken for granted - the TV, the electric lights, the photographs on the mantelpiece - suddenly seemed amazing, almost magical. How had someone even come up with the idea for the television? It was fantastic!
“Vince, did you hear a word of what I just said?”
He jumped, looking round at his fiancé guiltily. “Sorry, Kylie, babe. What was that?”
“I said my mum’s found somewhere for the wedding. And she’s booked a minister, and I’ve found the most gorgeous flower arrangements we can use.”
“Right.”
“Although this does mean you’re going to have to pick a new suit, because we can’t afford the one you picked.”
Vince snapped fully out of his reverie, staring at her in horror. “What? How come? Surely the venue can’t be that expensive?” the suit he’d chosen was perfect; hand-made, one of a kind. He had to have that suit.
“Well when I buy the dress I want there won’t be enough money. The flowers and catering is more than I thought it would be. So could you go shopping for something tomorrow? It has to cost less than half what the other one did.”
“But…”
“Don’t you want to me to have the perfect dress?”
A vision of Verity Moon in her white dress sprang in to Vince’s mind. “What if I said I could find you the perfect dress for next to nothing?”
“I wouldn’t believe you. You’d probably buy it from a charity shop or something.”
“No, I’m serious. Give me a few days to bring you a dress, if you don’t like it then I’ll buy the cheaper suit, ok?”
She shrugged. “Seems fair enough.”
“Brilliant.” Vince grinned.
He didn’t manage to get out to the castle for a couple of days. When he finally did, he looked up at it, excited. He knew he should be excited about getting the perfect dress for the woman he loved…but he kept thinking about Howard. Would it have been a couple of days for him, too? Or longer? He hurried round to the side door and pushed his way in.
“Howard?” there was no reply. The whole place was as empty and dusty as he remembered. “Howard!” he closed his eyes and remembered how everything had looked, but when he opened them again everything was still how it had been before. However he’d gotten into the past before, it didn’t look like he’d be doing it again. He ran up to Howard’s room, just in case, but it too was empty and destroyed. He sat down heavily, looking around him. The building seemed dead in a way it never had before he’d seen it filled with life.
…Vince…
He looked up, certain he’d heard someone say his name, but there was no-one there. He sighed and left the room. Wishful thinking.
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Howard sighed and sat down on the bed. When Vince had vanished as soon as he’d stepped outside Howard had wondered if perhaps he was losing his mind. If it weren’t for the fact that Verity had seen him too then he might have believed Vince to be nothing more than a dream; perhaps induced by lack of sleep and a confused mind. This time he’d been fainter than before, practically transparent, and he hadn’t seemed to be aware of anything around him. He’d completely ignored everyone and everything; sitting down at the edge of Howard’s bedchamber and looking around with such a forlorn expression that Howard’s heart had ached for the man. He’d looked up when Howard had spoken to him, but he looked right through him.
Howard wasn’t sure how time travel worked; Vince hadn’t really explained. Maybe he wasn’t meant to be able to see him? Perhaps everyone in the future could travel through time but could do so invisibly and so unseen? Or maybe it was just trial and error - perhaps it was possible to be partly in the past and partly in the future? If he ever saw him again he’d have to ask.
There was a knock on the door.
“Come in.”
Verity appeared in the doorway, looking apprehensive.
“Howard I need to ask you something. About Victoria.”
“Must you pry into my every movement? What is it?”
“What are your intentions?”
Howard frowned. “I hardly think that is your concern, sister, but if you must know I intend to propose at mother’s dinner party tomorrow night. Why?”
She bit her lip. “You should know that the reverend Boon has expressed interest in her. If you are to propose you must make sure to do it sooner rather than later, lest he propose before you do.”
Howard nodded. “I owe you my gratitude my dear Verity.” she shuffled her skirt. “Was there something else?”
“Young master Noir…you said he was the son of one of fathers associates?”
“Yes…”
“Do you know if he is wed? He was quite dashing.” she smiled, and Howard felt a peculiar anger brew in his chest. He fought it down.
“He is betrothed to a young lady named Kylie.”
She frowned. “Kylie? What type of name is that?”
Howard shrugged. “I don’t know. I assume it’s foreign.”
“Oh.”
“Will there be something else?”
“No. I’m sorry to have intruded.”
“Verity-”
She turned back. “Yes?”
“You know I would never really give you to someone you didn’t want to be with, don’t you? You’re my little sister and I love you.”
She blinked. “I know that, Howard.”
“Good. I just wanted to make sure you knew.”
She looked puzzled but did not press him further and left the room. Howard lay back against the pillows and sighed heavily, his mind still buzzing with confusion at the way his stomach had twisted pleasantly at the sight of Vince.
He’d never felt like that when gazing at Victoria.
Pairing: Eventual Howince
Summary: They say that true love can conquer any obstical. What about time? Howince AU.
Word Count: 1151
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I cannot claim to own the Boosh. This belongs to two men much more brilliant than myself :)
A/N: I can't pretend this is going to be historically accurate in any way. I failed my history GCSE for a reason ;) (Although now tabithaarbella has agreed to help me when I need it it'll be better than it was :P)
A/N2: I know this hasn't been updated in forever! Sorry!
Part 1 here - http://community.livejournal.com/booshslashhaven/883643.html
Part 2 here - http://community.livejournal.com/booshslashhaven/888777.html
“What the fuck happened to you last night?!” Kylie demanded, glaring at him. “I called your fucking phone for ages and you’d turned it off! I was sitting in that restaurant like a twat for over an hour getting pitying looks off people!”
“Sorry, babe. Someone took my phone, they had a…a knife.”
Her whole expression changed. “Oh my God! Are you alright?!”
“I’m fine. I was sort of traumatised so I just went home.”
“Have you called the police?”
“No point. I don’t remember what he looked like.”
“Oh. Well, thank God you’re ok!” she hurried him inside and closed the door. “I want to talk to you about the wedding.”
“Ok.”
Vince looked around the room as she spoke, seeing it for the first time how Howard would see it. Things that he’d always taken for granted - the TV, the electric lights, the photographs on the mantelpiece - suddenly seemed amazing, almost magical. How had someone even come up with the idea for the television? It was fantastic!
“Vince, did you hear a word of what I just said?”
He jumped, looking round at his fiancé guiltily. “Sorry, Kylie, babe. What was that?”
“I said my mum’s found somewhere for the wedding. And she’s booked a minister, and I’ve found the most gorgeous flower arrangements we can use.”
“Right.”
“Although this does mean you’re going to have to pick a new suit, because we can’t afford the one you picked.”
Vince snapped fully out of his reverie, staring at her in horror. “What? How come? Surely the venue can’t be that expensive?” the suit he’d chosen was perfect; hand-made, one of a kind. He had to have that suit.
“Well when I buy the dress I want there won’t be enough money. The flowers and catering is more than I thought it would be. So could you go shopping for something tomorrow? It has to cost less than half what the other one did.”
“But…”
“Don’t you want to me to have the perfect dress?”
A vision of Verity Moon in her white dress sprang in to Vince’s mind. “What if I said I could find you the perfect dress for next to nothing?”
“I wouldn’t believe you. You’d probably buy it from a charity shop or something.”
“No, I’m serious. Give me a few days to bring you a dress, if you don’t like it then I’ll buy the cheaper suit, ok?”
She shrugged. “Seems fair enough.”
“Brilliant.” Vince grinned.
He didn’t manage to get out to the castle for a couple of days. When he finally did, he looked up at it, excited. He knew he should be excited about getting the perfect dress for the woman he loved…but he kept thinking about Howard. Would it have been a couple of days for him, too? Or longer? He hurried round to the side door and pushed his way in.
“Howard?” there was no reply. The whole place was as empty and dusty as he remembered. “Howard!” he closed his eyes and remembered how everything had looked, but when he opened them again everything was still how it had been before. However he’d gotten into the past before, it didn’t look like he’d be doing it again. He ran up to Howard’s room, just in case, but it too was empty and destroyed. He sat down heavily, looking around him. The building seemed dead in a way it never had before he’d seen it filled with life.
…Vince…
He looked up, certain he’d heard someone say his name, but there was no-one there. He sighed and left the room. Wishful thinking.
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Howard sighed and sat down on the bed. When Vince had vanished as soon as he’d stepped outside Howard had wondered if perhaps he was losing his mind. If it weren’t for the fact that Verity had seen him too then he might have believed Vince to be nothing more than a dream; perhaps induced by lack of sleep and a confused mind. This time he’d been fainter than before, practically transparent, and he hadn’t seemed to be aware of anything around him. He’d completely ignored everyone and everything; sitting down at the edge of Howard’s bedchamber and looking around with such a forlorn expression that Howard’s heart had ached for the man. He’d looked up when Howard had spoken to him, but he looked right through him.
Howard wasn’t sure how time travel worked; Vince hadn’t really explained. Maybe he wasn’t meant to be able to see him? Perhaps everyone in the future could travel through time but could do so invisibly and so unseen? Or maybe it was just trial and error - perhaps it was possible to be partly in the past and partly in the future? If he ever saw him again he’d have to ask.
There was a knock on the door.
“Come in.”
Verity appeared in the doorway, looking apprehensive.
“Howard I need to ask you something. About Victoria.”
“Must you pry into my every movement? What is it?”
“What are your intentions?”
Howard frowned. “I hardly think that is your concern, sister, but if you must know I intend to propose at mother’s dinner party tomorrow night. Why?”
She bit her lip. “You should know that the reverend Boon has expressed interest in her. If you are to propose you must make sure to do it sooner rather than later, lest he propose before you do.”
Howard nodded. “I owe you my gratitude my dear Verity.” she shuffled her skirt. “Was there something else?”
“Young master Noir…you said he was the son of one of fathers associates?”
“Yes…”
“Do you know if he is wed? He was quite dashing.” she smiled, and Howard felt a peculiar anger brew in his chest. He fought it down.
“He is betrothed to a young lady named Kylie.”
She frowned. “Kylie? What type of name is that?”
Howard shrugged. “I don’t know. I assume it’s foreign.”
“Oh.”
“Will there be something else?”
“No. I’m sorry to have intruded.”
“Verity-”
She turned back. “Yes?”
“You know I would never really give you to someone you didn’t want to be with, don’t you? You’re my little sister and I love you.”
She blinked. “I know that, Howard.”
“Good. I just wanted to make sure you knew.”
She looked puzzled but did not press him further and left the room. Howard lay back against the pillows and sighed heavily, his mind still buzzing with confusion at the way his stomach had twisted pleasantly at the sight of Vince.
He’d never felt like that when gazing at Victoria.