Fic: Drabbles On Walls
Author: Gildedmuse/Stephanie
Title: Why Arthur Likes Walls, Up Against A Wall And A Hard Place, Never Liked Manderley, Anyway
Fandom: Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Ford
Rating/Warning: PG-13
Word Count: 100, 100, 100
Summary: Three drabbles done for a challenge on walls and using the first line of a popular novel.
Author's Note: No, this isn't a new fic. I just realized I had a bunch of Hitchhiker's Guide fics that I haven't posted to this journal. So to keep everything organized, now I am posting them here. Be prepared for a bunch of really old fic. However, for the sake of some people's sanity, I did go back and correct some more obvious mistakes.
Why Arthur Likes Walls
The guide has this to say on the wall:
Walls keep things in and out. That’s about it. Now, if you want to see some really froody walls -
And goes on to talk about alcohol.
Arthur was in love with walls. They worked perfectly. They kept all the wrong things out - like Vogans and missiles and Marvin’s constant complaining.
More importantly, they kept things in. Like Ford when he particularly drunk or tired and didn’t want to go through the maze of walls to his own room so just stayed in Arthur’s bed for the night.
Fantastic inventions, the wall.
Up Against A Wall And A Hard Place
“Hurry! This way!”
Turn a corner. Quick prayer. Keep running.
Stop.
“It’s a wall.”
Trapped.
“Yes, well. Obviously.”
Gunfire. Yelling. Over there. Get them. Hurry.
“Ford?”
“Hmm?”
“We’re going to die, aren’t we?”
“No, of course not. Just… Just give me a second to think.”
More yelling. Less time. Running out. Can’t run.
“Ford?”
No answer. Eyes meet. Something. Don’t make me say it.
Closing in. Minutes left.
“I….”
Stumble. Unsure. Going to die. Seconds left.
“We’re going to die.”
Hands on clothes. Back against a wall. Sudden chill. Lips on skin on lips. Uncontrollable, comforting heat.
“Ford?”
“I’m sorry.”
Never Liked Manderley, Anyway
Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again. Then I remembered that there was no Manderley because there was no Earth. It been destroyed so that some alien creatures could get to Point A to Point C without stopping at Point B - my planet - to do so.
So I rolled over, ready think about Tea and McDonalds and trying to keep the memories alive and instead found a nice, warm body with it’s arms wrapped around me much more comforting the a cup of bloody hot liquid made from leafs.
Besides, I never have been to Manderley, anyway.
Title: Why Arthur Likes Walls, Up Against A Wall And A Hard Place, Never Liked Manderley, Anyway
Fandom: Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Ford
Rating/Warning: PG-13
Word Count: 100, 100, 100
Summary: Three drabbles done for a challenge on walls and using the first line of a popular novel.
Author's Note: No, this isn't a new fic. I just realized I had a bunch of Hitchhiker's Guide fics that I haven't posted to this journal. So to keep everything organized, now I am posting them here. Be prepared for a bunch of really old fic. However, for the sake of some people's sanity, I did go back and correct some more obvious mistakes.
Why Arthur Likes Walls
The guide has this to say on the wall:
Walls keep things in and out. That’s about it. Now, if you want to see some really froody walls -
And goes on to talk about alcohol.
Arthur was in love with walls. They worked perfectly. They kept all the wrong things out - like Vogans and missiles and Marvin’s constant complaining.
More importantly, they kept things in. Like Ford when he particularly drunk or tired and didn’t want to go through the maze of walls to his own room so just stayed in Arthur’s bed for the night.
Fantastic inventions, the wall.
Up Against A Wall And A Hard Place
“Hurry! This way!”
Turn a corner. Quick prayer. Keep running.
Stop.
“It’s a wall.”
Trapped.
“Yes, well. Obviously.”
Gunfire. Yelling. Over there. Get them. Hurry.
“Ford?”
“Hmm?”
“We’re going to die, aren’t we?”
“No, of course not. Just… Just give me a second to think.”
More yelling. Less time. Running out. Can’t run.
“Ford?”
No answer. Eyes meet. Something. Don’t make me say it.
Closing in. Minutes left.
“I….”
Stumble. Unsure. Going to die. Seconds left.
“We’re going to die.”
Hands on clothes. Back against a wall. Sudden chill. Lips on skin on lips. Uncontrollable, comforting heat.
“Ford?”
“I’m sorry.”
Never Liked Manderley, Anyway
Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again. Then I remembered that there was no Manderley because there was no Earth. It been destroyed so that some alien creatures could get to Point A to Point C without stopping at Point B - my planet - to do so.
So I rolled over, ready think about Tea and McDonalds and trying to keep the memories alive and instead found a nice, warm body with it’s arms wrapped around me much more comforting the a cup of bloody hot liquid made from leafs.
Besides, I never have been to Manderley, anyway.