FIC: Roadtripping - 1/1, Actor RPF, PG, KU/KM/OB
Title: Roadtripping
Author: Jo (jo@fadedink.com)
Fandom: Actor RPF
Pairing: Karl Urban/Katie McGrath/Orlando Bloom
Rating: PG
Word count: 554
Summary: Someone wanted to see the Grand Canyon
Disclaimer: Fiction, folks. But if you believe this really happened, I've got some prime real estate I wanna sell you…
Author's Notes: Lazy Hazy Summer Daze #24 for starrwisher who deserves all the silliness. :D
They've been on the road for maybe an hour when Orlando starts. First it's just fidgeting a little in the back seat. It escalates to kicking the back of Katie's seat, almost resulting in World War III when she turns to smack at him.
Karl threatens to pull the car over and leave them on the side of the road.
The threat lasts for a little while, but then Orlando has to go to the loo.
Should've went before we left, Katie points out, turning just enough to give him a smug smile over the top of her sunglasses. Her smile is met with a balled up t-shirt, and Karl doesn't want to know. He just doesn't.
But he finds the nearest gas station and pulls in, ordering them both out even as Katie protests that she doesn't need to go.
Try, Karl orders like he would a five year old, but he's immune to her glares.
Orlando just scampers across the parking lot because he's a man on a mission. So he says. Karl is sure said mission will end in Orlando returning to the car with all the caffeine and sugar he can carry.
It's going to be a long trip.
***
They're still in California when Orlando demands they trade places. Karl refuses, because Hell will freeze over before he allows Orlando to drive. God only knows where they'll end up in the end.
But Katie, Orlando starts, abruptly sliding across the back seat when she twists to glare at him. Karl.
Alright, fine, don't start, Karl tells them, and spends the next ten minutes placating Katie because Orlando has a point about them agreeing to trade shotgun. It doesn't make Katie any happier, and Karl just looks for an exit and tries to calculate just how far it is to the Grand Canyon.
They start squabbling again as he pulls into the next rest stop, but Karl lets it go. He tells them to sort it out and heads for the men's room. When he gets back, Orlando's now in the front seat, a map spread across his lap, and Katie's leaned over the console pointing at something.
Identical wide smiles greet Karl as he slides behind the wheel.
Something tells him this probably isn't going to end well for him.
He threatens their lives (just so they're all clear) and they just laugh at him and pat him on the head.
***
They're finally in Arizona, and Karl asks if Orlando's managed to get them lost.
You're driving, Orlando comments, with a smile and a shrug, and adds that it's not his fault Katie threw the map out of the window a hundred miles back.
Which, yes, he has a point, but Karl just looks at him.
You could always stop and ask, Katie tells him, flashing dimples and smiling pretty when he meets her gaze in the rear view mirror. Just a suggestion, love.
Don't you start. Karl looks at her for another few seconds, then refocuses on the road. He's just going to drive until he sees a familiar sign. Or until they start fighting again. At which point, he's going to pull over, strangle them both, and find the nearest restaurant.
After all, he's seen Hannibal.
They just collapse into giggles when he tells them that.
Author: Jo (jo@fadedink.com)
Fandom: Actor RPF
Pairing: Karl Urban/Katie McGrath/Orlando Bloom
Rating: PG
Word count: 554
Summary: Someone wanted to see the Grand Canyon
Disclaimer: Fiction, folks. But if you believe this really happened, I've got some prime real estate I wanna sell you…
Author's Notes: Lazy Hazy Summer Daze #24 for starrwisher who deserves all the silliness. :D
They've been on the road for maybe an hour when Orlando starts. First it's just fidgeting a little in the back seat. It escalates to kicking the back of Katie's seat, almost resulting in World War III when she turns to smack at him.
Karl threatens to pull the car over and leave them on the side of the road.
The threat lasts for a little while, but then Orlando has to go to the loo.
Should've went before we left, Katie points out, turning just enough to give him a smug smile over the top of her sunglasses. Her smile is met with a balled up t-shirt, and Karl doesn't want to know. He just doesn't.
But he finds the nearest gas station and pulls in, ordering them both out even as Katie protests that she doesn't need to go.
Try, Karl orders like he would a five year old, but he's immune to her glares.
Orlando just scampers across the parking lot because he's a man on a mission. So he says. Karl is sure said mission will end in Orlando returning to the car with all the caffeine and sugar he can carry.
It's going to be a long trip.
***
They're still in California when Orlando demands they trade places. Karl refuses, because Hell will freeze over before he allows Orlando to drive. God only knows where they'll end up in the end.
But Katie, Orlando starts, abruptly sliding across the back seat when she twists to glare at him. Karl.
Alright, fine, don't start, Karl tells them, and spends the next ten minutes placating Katie because Orlando has a point about them agreeing to trade shotgun. It doesn't make Katie any happier, and Karl just looks for an exit and tries to calculate just how far it is to the Grand Canyon.
They start squabbling again as he pulls into the next rest stop, but Karl lets it go. He tells them to sort it out and heads for the men's room. When he gets back, Orlando's now in the front seat, a map spread across his lap, and Katie's leaned over the console pointing at something.
Identical wide smiles greet Karl as he slides behind the wheel.
Something tells him this probably isn't going to end well for him.
He threatens their lives (just so they're all clear) and they just laugh at him and pat him on the head.
***
They're finally in Arizona, and Karl asks if Orlando's managed to get them lost.
You're driving, Orlando comments, with a smile and a shrug, and adds that it's not his fault Katie threw the map out of the window a hundred miles back.
Which, yes, he has a point, but Karl just looks at him.
You could always stop and ask, Katie tells him, flashing dimples and smiling pretty when he meets her gaze in the rear view mirror. Just a suggestion, love.
Don't you start. Karl looks at her for another few seconds, then refocuses on the road. He's just going to drive until he sees a familiar sign. Or until they start fighting again. At which point, he's going to pull over, strangle them both, and find the nearest restaurant.
After all, he's seen Hannibal.
They just collapse into giggles when he tells them that.