Hitchikers Guide to Savannah
My first ever fanfic.
(unoriginal title is unoriginal)
Hitchin' [1/?]
Author: hiddeneyes23
Rating: M (only for some language at the moment but hopefully sexings in later chaps.)
Pairing; Nick/Ellis
Summary: AU, one in which the apocalypse has not occurred.
Disclaimer: If I owned them the first DLC would have been a Nellis fuckfest. Just sayin.
~*~
It was late, way too fucking late to be driving, but here he was behind the wheel watching the lines of the road blur by. Keith had loaned him the car, saying he needed it delivered to Vegas. Knowin’ Keith he’d gamble it away within hours on some impossible odds; the man really did suck at poker. Or any other game that he hadn’t made up himself for that matter.
Ellis dragged his eyes back to the road, blinking blearily in the dim glow of the headlights. He was falling asleep at the wheel, which really wasn’t a good idea when you were miles from nowhere. He had considered pulling over to get some shut eye for the night but he still had a way to go. He broke out of his thoughts when he saw a silhouette emerge from the rain, thumb raised.
The sound of gravel under tyres met his ears and he braked and pulled over. His mama had always told him to help people is to be a good Christian. He never really bothered himself too much with God, not these days anyway, but he still wanted to make his mama proud.
The man jogged over, jacket over his head to keep over most of the rain. The door creaked as it was opened and the smell of rain met Ellis’ nostrils as the man eased himself into the chair, slamming the door shut behind him.
‘Thanks for stoppin’, kid.’ The man murmured, meticulously folding up the jacket.
Ellis didn’t know much ‘bout suits but it looked expensive and it seemed a real shame that it had gotten all wet.
"S’alright. Where are ya headed?”
The words seem to hang in the air for a moment as the man finished with his jacket.
‘Vegas.’ Finally came the reply.
Ellis shifted the car into gear and pulled out onto the road as the older man searched through his pockets. The hick could see the glint of rings on the man’s fingers in the darkness.
An awkward silence seemed to steal into the car; Ellis noticed his hands were tapping nervously on the wheel. He met the hitcher’s eyes and saw him smirk.
“Urm, so what’s yer name?” his voice shattered the quiet with ringing Georgian tones. The man pulled out a crushed packet of cigarettes, the smell of tabacco and the sweet scent of paper lingering.
“Do you mind if I smoke?” the man asked, his eyes piercing green.
“Naw, man. Go ahead.” He turned his eyes back to the road. “So, yer name?”
“Call me Nick.”
“Is that yer name?”
The man only grinned in response, the cigarette between his fingers trailing smoke on the roof of the car’s interior.
“What should I call you then?” his voice was smooth.
“Mah name is Ellis.” He said proudly. The man across from his scoffed.
“Sounds like a chick’s name.”
“Well I ain’t a chick.”
Nick just grinned again and Ellis knew it was going to be a long ride.
It was when they went through the road works that Ellis first began to feel nervous. The car slowed to a crawl though the dozens of orange cones lined along the road.
“Keep driving.” Nick’s voice was cold.
“He wants me to stop.” Ellis said, pointing to the man in uniform patiently waving them over. Just as he went to brake Nick leaned across wtih violent speed and slammed his hand on Ellis’ leg. The hicks foot jolted, smashing the accelerator so the car sped past the works and into the darkness of the highway.
Just as quickly as he had leant forward, Nick was back in his seat and taking a long drag of his cigarette.
“What the hell d’ya think yer doin?”
“You said you were taking me to Vegas. That means no detours kid.”
“I dun know whatcha-‘
The sound of a blade flicking from a knife cut Ellis off short as he eyed the sliver of steel close to his face.
“I said no detours.”
Ellis swallowed hard. He could almost hear Nick’s mocking voice in his head as the corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk.
'Bet ya mama’s proud now.’
(unoriginal title is unoriginal)
Hitchin' [1/?]
Author: hiddeneyes23
Rating: M (only for some language at the moment but hopefully sexings in later chaps.)
Pairing; Nick/Ellis
Summary: AU, one in which the apocalypse has not occurred.
Disclaimer: If I owned them the first DLC would have been a Nellis fuckfest. Just sayin.
~*~
It was late, way too fucking late to be driving, but here he was behind the wheel watching the lines of the road blur by. Keith had loaned him the car, saying he needed it delivered to Vegas. Knowin’ Keith he’d gamble it away within hours on some impossible odds; the man really did suck at poker. Or any other game that he hadn’t made up himself for that matter.
Ellis dragged his eyes back to the road, blinking blearily in the dim glow of the headlights. He was falling asleep at the wheel, which really wasn’t a good idea when you were miles from nowhere. He had considered pulling over to get some shut eye for the night but he still had a way to go. He broke out of his thoughts when he saw a silhouette emerge from the rain, thumb raised.
The sound of gravel under tyres met his ears and he braked and pulled over. His mama had always told him to help people is to be a good Christian. He never really bothered himself too much with God, not these days anyway, but he still wanted to make his mama proud.
The man jogged over, jacket over his head to keep over most of the rain. The door creaked as it was opened and the smell of rain met Ellis’ nostrils as the man eased himself into the chair, slamming the door shut behind him.
‘Thanks for stoppin’, kid.’ The man murmured, meticulously folding up the jacket.
Ellis didn’t know much ‘bout suits but it looked expensive and it seemed a real shame that it had gotten all wet.
"S’alright. Where are ya headed?”
The words seem to hang in the air for a moment as the man finished with his jacket.
‘Vegas.’ Finally came the reply.
Ellis shifted the car into gear and pulled out onto the road as the older man searched through his pockets. The hick could see the glint of rings on the man’s fingers in the darkness.
An awkward silence seemed to steal into the car; Ellis noticed his hands were tapping nervously on the wheel. He met the hitcher’s eyes and saw him smirk.
“Urm, so what’s yer name?” his voice shattered the quiet with ringing Georgian tones. The man pulled out a crushed packet of cigarettes, the smell of tabacco and the sweet scent of paper lingering.
“Do you mind if I smoke?” the man asked, his eyes piercing green.
“Naw, man. Go ahead.” He turned his eyes back to the road. “So, yer name?”
“Call me Nick.”
“Is that yer name?”
The man only grinned in response, the cigarette between his fingers trailing smoke on the roof of the car’s interior.
“What should I call you then?” his voice was smooth.
“Mah name is Ellis.” He said proudly. The man across from his scoffed.
“Sounds like a chick’s name.”
“Well I ain’t a chick.”
Nick just grinned again and Ellis knew it was going to be a long ride.
It was when they went through the road works that Ellis first began to feel nervous. The car slowed to a crawl though the dozens of orange cones lined along the road.
“Keep driving.” Nick’s voice was cold.
“He wants me to stop.” Ellis said, pointing to the man in uniform patiently waving them over. Just as he went to brake Nick leaned across wtih violent speed and slammed his hand on Ellis’ leg. The hicks foot jolted, smashing the accelerator so the car sped past the works and into the darkness of the highway.
Just as quickly as he had leant forward, Nick was back in his seat and taking a long drag of his cigarette.
“What the hell d’ya think yer doin?”
“You said you were taking me to Vegas. That means no detours kid.”
“I dun know whatcha-‘
The sound of a blade flicking from a knife cut Ellis off short as he eyed the sliver of steel close to his face.
“I said no detours.”
Ellis swallowed hard. He could almost hear Nick’s mocking voice in his head as the corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk.
'Bet ya mama’s proud now.’