[FIC] 27 Hours of Love
Just a little pause from hiatus to publish this...
Title: 27 Hours of Love
Pairing: John Terry/Frank Lampard
Rating: G
Summary: John watches the streaming of Chilean Teleton via teleton.cl and thinks about bring an idea full of love and hope to England. POV J.T.
"Veinticuatro mil quinientos raya cero tres... vamos, vamos Chilenos, que esta noche, lo vamos a lograr..."
The number of the account... I was repeating like a tongue twister. Frank gets laugh while watching the streaming.
Spanish spoken. I don't understand anything almost, except Frank.
Blimey! He understands Spanish better than me, he got skills!!!
Artists and people that I don't know so much. Frank looks for information about them.
"How they're going?"
"Not so good. They need sixteen billion, they only reached eight billion..."
"They're at half of what they need..."
Handicapped kids stories... every minute they try to improve into their lives through that foundation. Then, watching the Spanish NT jersey signed by all players...
"I wish it could be ours" Frank says while watching the streaming.
Suddenly, audio and image experience some delay.
"C'mon! Not again..."
"Sometimes it can crash... I'm pissed off about this. Watching something non-sense. I know that is a campaign, but it's Spanish spoken!!"
"Frankie, don't worry. Ask for help. Google translator."
"Or subtitles!"
"But they don't have subtitles, Frank...holy dear"
Then, the video is back.
The stadium is full... after hours and hours of watching it, we sing it once again the famous song:
"Vamos, vamos chilenos....que esta noche, lo vamos a lograr...."
Everytime we can...
Then, Frank couldn't stand it anymore and decided to donate. Looking in a dictionary he could translate every word on the webpage. Finally, he made the donation.
"I wish I could have a heart or a sticker" Frank says.
"Don't worry, Lampsy... soon you'll get it..."
"But how?"
I kiss him on the forehead and cares his scalp saying:
"It's a good idea, Frank. We should bring that stuff to England."
"The campaign if the Special Olympics is already there. You know, Stamford's kidnapping..."
"But it's not the same, John..."
"Hm... I know."
Facepalming...
Then, to the stadium, listening to romantic songs, Frank's translation whispered to my ear.
Again, chanting.
Donating once more.
"We are like them...you know..."
"What are you talking about...."
"Love for twenty seven hours..."
"But I love you 24/7. Premier or no Premier" I answer him.
We kiss each other and we sing once more the famous song of the account number.
I get laugh 'cause is so easy for Frankie, but so hard for me.
Then....
"¡Nuevo cómputo!"
"They're going to check out the new amount." Frank says.
After that...
"Oh... holy crap, it should be a lot of money... seventeen billion...c'mon!"
"That would be a lot of money. I guess so..." Frank said. "Anyways, it's in Chilean pesos, not in pounds" Lamps says.
"Anyways it's awesome."
Then, I decided to go out of the streaming.
Turning off the computer.
It's over...
"We should help those kids, you know. Nobody is free" Frank said.
"Of course...why not? All good things are copied... and we should do the final show at Stamford Bridge..."
"Is awesome...!!! Why not?" Frank says.
He embraces me and sighs.
"John... Chile now is such a wonderful country nowadays. The earthquake, the miners.... they were so great this year."
"We should go there and ask for help."
"Why not? Anyways, it's really a good idea to apply here on English soil" Lampsy says to me.
Once more he sighs and embraces me. "All good things comes to an end. It's worth to donate, no matter the currency."
"It's a good lesson. And we should start today. No procrastination this time, Lamps."
"Blimey, no!"
That idea is working in our minds even in our sleep. Translate into English those 27 hours of love.
THE END
RANCAGUA, DECEMBER 5th, 2010
Title: 27 Hours of Love
Pairing: John Terry/Frank Lampard
Rating: G
Summary: John watches the streaming of Chilean Teleton via teleton.cl and thinks about bring an idea full of love and hope to England. POV J.T.
"Veinticuatro mil quinientos raya cero tres... vamos, vamos Chilenos, que esta noche, lo vamos a lograr..."
The number of the account... I was repeating like a tongue twister. Frank gets laugh while watching the streaming.
Spanish spoken. I don't understand anything almost, except Frank.
Blimey! He understands Spanish better than me, he got skills!!!
Artists and people that I don't know so much. Frank looks for information about them.
"How they're going?"
"Not so good. They need sixteen billion, they only reached eight billion..."
"They're at half of what they need..."
Handicapped kids stories... every minute they try to improve into their lives through that foundation. Then, watching the Spanish NT jersey signed by all players...
"I wish it could be ours" Frank says while watching the streaming.
Suddenly, audio and image experience some delay.
"C'mon! Not again..."
"Sometimes it can crash... I'm pissed off about this. Watching something non-sense. I know that is a campaign, but it's Spanish spoken!!"
"Frankie, don't worry. Ask for help. Google translator."
"Or subtitles!"
"But they don't have subtitles, Frank...holy dear"
Then, the video is back.
The stadium is full... after hours and hours of watching it, we sing it once again the famous song:
"Vamos, vamos chilenos....que esta noche, lo vamos a lograr...."
Everytime we can...
Then, Frank couldn't stand it anymore and decided to donate. Looking in a dictionary he could translate every word on the webpage. Finally, he made the donation.
"I wish I could have a heart or a sticker" Frank says.
"Don't worry, Lampsy... soon you'll get it..."
"But how?"
I kiss him on the forehead and cares his scalp saying:
"It's a good idea, Frank. We should bring that stuff to England."
"The campaign if the Special Olympics is already there. You know, Stamford's kidnapping..."
"But it's not the same, John..."
"Hm... I know."
Facepalming...
Then, to the stadium, listening to romantic songs, Frank's translation whispered to my ear.
Again, chanting.
Donating once more.
"We are like them...you know..."
"What are you talking about...."
"Love for twenty seven hours..."
"But I love you 24/7. Premier or no Premier" I answer him.
We kiss each other and we sing once more the famous song of the account number.
I get laugh 'cause is so easy for Frankie, but so hard for me.
Then....
"¡Nuevo cómputo!"
"They're going to check out the new amount." Frank says.
After that...
"Oh... holy crap, it should be a lot of money... seventeen billion...c'mon!"
"That would be a lot of money. I guess so..." Frank said. "Anyways, it's in Chilean pesos, not in pounds" Lamps says.
"Anyways it's awesome."
Then, I decided to go out of the streaming.
Turning off the computer.
It's over...
"We should help those kids, you know. Nobody is free" Frank said.
"Of course...why not? All good things are copied... and we should do the final show at Stamford Bridge..."
"Is awesome...!!! Why not?" Frank says.
He embraces me and sighs.
"John... Chile now is such a wonderful country nowadays. The earthquake, the miners.... they were so great this year."
"We should go there and ask for help."
"Why not? Anyways, it's really a good idea to apply here on English soil" Lampsy says to me.
Once more he sighs and embraces me. "All good things comes to an end. It's worth to donate, no matter the currency."
"It's a good lesson. And we should start today. No procrastination this time, Lamps."
"Blimey, no!"
That idea is working in our minds even in our sleep. Translate into English those 27 hours of love.
THE END
RANCAGUA, DECEMBER 5th, 2010