Fic: Blurry Beginnings 1/1

Oct 16, 2005 12:38

Title: Blurry Beginnings
Fandom: The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy
Characters: Arthur Dent/Zaphod Beeblebrox
Prompt: Beginnings
Word Count: 910
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: This is set more in the movie then the book. Obvious differences being Zaphod has his heads in the right place. Done for Fan Fic 100

x-posted to: zaphodslash zaphod_arthur guideslash fanfic100



The beginnings were never really clear. It was sometime after Trillian and Arthur called it quits. That was easy enough to pinpoint. They had broken up shortly after the start of their relationship. While Author was dependable, loving, and generally a wonderful enough person, nothing like the reckless adventurous types she usually dated, she soon found out that she wasn’t ready to settle down. Arthur tried valiantly to be what she wanted.

Arthur helped save Zaphod after the Vice-President tried to have his brains permanently seared into stupidity, went to seedy black market brain surgery bars to have Zaphod’s second head reattached in its proper place on his shoulders, and even a party. Honestly, it was exhausting.

“It’s not you, it’s me, Arthur. I...I just can’t settle down yet and you’re...you’re settled.” She told him over breakfast one day. Ford and Zaphod were still sleeping off massive hangovers.

“Settled? I’m not settled...I...I mean, who helped convince that brain surgeon to do the operation? And who got rid of that Thor at that party?” Arthur protested.

“Right, well, you see, I didn’t want you to get rid of Thor, we were...chatting and he seemed nice enough...Listen, that’s not the point. I appreciate the effort, I do, but I just don’t think it’s going to work.”

Arthur was still sitting there when Ford got up and stumbled in to find something that would either stay down or make the pounding in his head stop. Ford had been vaguely suspecting this would happen for a while now. Arthur was a good friend, and had proven he could keep his head in situations, but he was not adventurous. Arthur was much happier to be at home with a good book then to go to a party.

That was the night that Arthur was invited to drink with the Betelgeuse residents. Zaphod didn’t care so much, so long as the Monkey drank and had the decency to get sloshed before complaining about tea.

“Should,” Arthur asked blearily as Zaphod stirred a drink. “The stick dissolve like that?”

“Of course, how else do you tell if it’s done?” The blond answered. Ford took the drink while other two talked and let another of Zaphod’s creations rock his skull.

“Your drinks get better when you’re drunk,” Ford said from his new position on the floor.

“But I can never remember how I made ‘em. It was a fluke with the Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster.” His heads regarded each other rather sadly for a moment then he shrugged and grabbed a bottle of blue liquid. “Up for another Monkeyman? Or you still working on the one?”

Arthur glared, in truth the first two sips of the frothy glowing yellow drink in front of him had been enough to shock his system senseless, but he gulped the rest down anyway. The room started spinning and he clung to the edge of the bar desperately until it stopped.

“I’ll have another,” He coughed. Zaphod grinned and started mixing.

***
This was, most defiantly, not his room. Squinting and trying to make the world stop its shifting Arthur took in a few details slowly. A. He was on his left side in a large bed. B. The wall he was staring at appeared to be a piece of the Heart of Gold. C. His back was against a very solid, warm chest. D. Two right arms were draped across his side. E. He seemed to be naked.

His mind flailed for something to help with this. Nothing in his recently expanded experiences prepared him for waking up naked in bed with the president of the galaxy. He tensed when lips brushed his shoulder.

“Awake?” Zaphod asked in his ear.

“I’m not really sure,” Arthur got out finally. “How...exactly...?”

“Well, you said you and Trill had never gotten around to more then kissing. I said she was a good kisser and great in bed but nowhere near as good as me, and you didn’t believe me.”

“I see...Could you umm...not...” Zaphod’s hands were stroking his chest and a tongue licked his ear as another head nuzzled his hair. It was hard to keep track of Zaphod actually...he blamed the hang over and over stimulation for his lack of protest as he arched into the touches.

***

“Ford?” Trillian came into the bridge with a notepad, frowning. Ford was lying on the couch with an icepack on his head, typing carefully into a small computer. He was writing a revision on hangover cures and about the dangers of drinking with Zaphod Beeblebrox.

“Yes?” He murmured quietly, hoping human would catch on and lower her voice.

“Sorry, have you seen Zaphod? I wanted to talk to him about a stop over. I needed to know if anyone was after him in Sector Alpha D. They have a resort there...”

“He’s in his room, but you might not want to go in....”

“I’ve seen Zaphod hung-over, Ford,” rolling her eyes Tillian walked away and Ford shrugged, going back to his entry. He wasn’t surprised when she came back a few minutes later.

“Arthur was in there. With Zaphod. Arthur was in bed with Zaphod, naked.” She informed him after a few moments.

“Yeah, thought that might have been where they ended up.”

“Arthur is going to freak out when he wakes up.”

“Oh, you missed that. He and Zaphod went through that a few hours ago and went to have make-up sex...”

“I need a drink...”

zaphod/arthur, hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy, fanfic

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