fanfiction: hot fuzz - Nickolas/Danny - Danny
Medium: Movies
Fandom: Hot Fuzz
Subject: implied Nickolas/Danny
Title: Danny
Rating: pg
Summary: Set after the scene in which Danny's shot and the police station explodes. Nickolas stands by Danny's hospital bedside, thinking about things.
Notes: On a request by my dear friend fantasy_bubbles. Hope you like it luv!
Nickolas’ fingers linger over Danny’s still hand. He’s scared to touch it. He did earlier that day but Danny’s skin was so death-like cold that he pulled back in shock. The hand is wrapped in a thin bandage and a transparent tube leads from under it up to a silvery packet that’s hanging on a hook above the bed. Fluid runs drop by drop into Danny’s veins through this tube and through the needle that has been pierced into his skin. A small stitch of pain that Danny didn’t even feel when it occurred; he was unconscious then. He has been unconscious for a day and a half now.
Nickolas’ hand still lingers only an inch above Danny’s. He’s scared to touch it, but he’s so much more scared of loosing Danny. His partner. His best friend. His … so much more.
He heard those stories back in London sometimes, told to him by a college over a coffee and glass of cranberry juice at lunchtime. Stories of how people promise to change at the possibility of their loved ones dying. Promises at the deathbed to keep the ones about to leave.
But Danny isn’t dying. The doctors said so. His condition is critical but not fatal.
And still. Nickolas can’t help now, at the sight of Danny lying bandaged and worn in a hospital bed, in this sterile, unfriendly room, he wants to change. For Danny. For the first time he wants to learn to switch off, is not forced to it by a girlfriend or parent or friend but wants to do it. Freely. For Danny.
With Danny.
His watch suddenly beeps into the quiet of the room that before had only been filled with the sound of both their even breathing. The beep means it’s time to go. He has to go to work.
Nickolas pulls back his hand and reaches for his police hat.
“Goodbye, Danny.” he says quietly but clearly and turns to the door.
He throws a glance back at his friend and around the cold, lifeless room. He knows he has to be on time for work but instead he makes a different decision. There is something he has to do before he signs on duty. Personal errand.
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Danny’s eyes flutter open after 39 hours and 24 minutes of unconsciousness. Everything is unbearably bright. His head hurts and his chest burns. He blinks and as his eyes slowly adjust to the light he glances around. He’s alone, all alone somewhere he doesn’t know and a wave of panic rushes through his body. His breathing shallow he keeps looking around, his eyes wander continuously over the things around him but without taking anything in, on a desperate search for something familiar.
When he turns his head to the right and something green comes into view his frantic gaze stops dead on it. His eyes take in the glossy leaves of the plant and the few white, thin leaves that envelop a dusty white core like a mother protecting her child. He blinks twice and then his breathing calms and he sighs pacified.
A peace lily.
Nickolas was here.
Fandom: Hot Fuzz
Subject: implied Nickolas/Danny
Title: Danny
Rating: pg
Summary: Set after the scene in which Danny's shot and the police station explodes. Nickolas stands by Danny's hospital bedside, thinking about things.
Notes: On a request by my dear friend fantasy_bubbles. Hope you like it luv!
Nickolas’ fingers linger over Danny’s still hand. He’s scared to touch it. He did earlier that day but Danny’s skin was so death-like cold that he pulled back in shock. The hand is wrapped in a thin bandage and a transparent tube leads from under it up to a silvery packet that’s hanging on a hook above the bed. Fluid runs drop by drop into Danny’s veins through this tube and through the needle that has been pierced into his skin. A small stitch of pain that Danny didn’t even feel when it occurred; he was unconscious then. He has been unconscious for a day and a half now.
Nickolas’ hand still lingers only an inch above Danny’s. He’s scared to touch it, but he’s so much more scared of loosing Danny. His partner. His best friend. His … so much more.
He heard those stories back in London sometimes, told to him by a college over a coffee and glass of cranberry juice at lunchtime. Stories of how people promise to change at the possibility of their loved ones dying. Promises at the deathbed to keep the ones about to leave.
But Danny isn’t dying. The doctors said so. His condition is critical but not fatal.
And still. Nickolas can’t help now, at the sight of Danny lying bandaged and worn in a hospital bed, in this sterile, unfriendly room, he wants to change. For Danny. For the first time he wants to learn to switch off, is not forced to it by a girlfriend or parent or friend but wants to do it. Freely. For Danny.
With Danny.
His watch suddenly beeps into the quiet of the room that before had only been filled with the sound of both their even breathing. The beep means it’s time to go. He has to go to work.
Nickolas pulls back his hand and reaches for his police hat.
“Goodbye, Danny.” he says quietly but clearly and turns to the door.
He throws a glance back at his friend and around the cold, lifeless room. He knows he has to be on time for work but instead he makes a different decision. There is something he has to do before he signs on duty. Personal errand.
+++++++++
Danny’s eyes flutter open after 39 hours and 24 minutes of unconsciousness. Everything is unbearably bright. His head hurts and his chest burns. He blinks and as his eyes slowly adjust to the light he glances around. He’s alone, all alone somewhere he doesn’t know and a wave of panic rushes through his body. His breathing shallow he keeps looking around, his eyes wander continuously over the things around him but without taking anything in, on a desperate search for something familiar.
When he turns his head to the right and something green comes into view his frantic gaze stops dead on it. His eyes take in the glossy leaves of the plant and the few white, thin leaves that envelop a dusty white core like a mother protecting her child. He blinks twice and then his breathing calms and he sighs pacified.
A peace lily.
Nickolas was here.