A Romantic Evening
Title: A Romantic Evening
Pairing: Fred/Gunn
Words: 350
Rating: PG
Setting: ATS S3/S4
The radio station flickered between music and static and some other station that was invading on the airwaves as hot, red, summer sunset air seeped in through the poorly sealed window’s of Gunn’s truck. Several wrappers from a taco takeout stand lay scattered across the floor of the vehicle as it idled about a block away from an old warehouse.
No windows, no sewer access, just one big block of steel and half of a vampire gang trapped inside. The plan was to wait until sundown and follow them back to the rest of the gang and exterminate the entire nest. It had taken a lot of reminding that if they just barged in and killed them, they would never find the other half to get Gunn to settle down as much as he had.
Patience was never Gunn’s strong suit. The entire day had been spent sharpening his ax and performing practice blows on invisible vampires in the lobby, nearly taking out the furniture along with them. But now, with Fred’s head on his shoulder, listening to her slurp up the last bit of liquid from the takeout soda, he found himself scowling when the vampires actually decided to leave. After a few moments, he threw the car into drive and followed as inconspicuously as possible, no easy task for a truck of that clunk factor.
Down the road from where the bloodsuckers disappeared into an old rundown movie house, he threw the car into park. The pair exited the vehicle and walked around to the covered flatbed. From underneath the tarp, Fred pulled out a stake, which she slid into her jeans at the small of her back and a super soaker, presumably filled with water of the holy variety. Gunn pulled out his trademark ax, admiring the glint of the streetlight against the sharp and polished blade.
“Ready for this?” He asked holding out his hand.
“Ready,” Fred replied, gripping his hand, a look of battle etched into her adorable face.
He couldn’t help but grin. As he returned the squeeze he kissed her knuckles lightly. “Let’s do this.”
Pairing: Fred/Gunn
Words: 350
Rating: PG
Setting: ATS S3/S4
The radio station flickered between music and static and some other station that was invading on the airwaves as hot, red, summer sunset air seeped in through the poorly sealed window’s of Gunn’s truck. Several wrappers from a taco takeout stand lay scattered across the floor of the vehicle as it idled about a block away from an old warehouse.
No windows, no sewer access, just one big block of steel and half of a vampire gang trapped inside. The plan was to wait until sundown and follow them back to the rest of the gang and exterminate the entire nest. It had taken a lot of reminding that if they just barged in and killed them, they would never find the other half to get Gunn to settle down as much as he had.
Patience was never Gunn’s strong suit. The entire day had been spent sharpening his ax and performing practice blows on invisible vampires in the lobby, nearly taking out the furniture along with them. But now, with Fred’s head on his shoulder, listening to her slurp up the last bit of liquid from the takeout soda, he found himself scowling when the vampires actually decided to leave. After a few moments, he threw the car into drive and followed as inconspicuously as possible, no easy task for a truck of that clunk factor.
Down the road from where the bloodsuckers disappeared into an old rundown movie house, he threw the car into park. The pair exited the vehicle and walked around to the covered flatbed. From underneath the tarp, Fred pulled out a stake, which she slid into her jeans at the small of her back and a super soaker, presumably filled with water of the holy variety. Gunn pulled out his trademark ax, admiring the glint of the streetlight against the sharp and polished blade.
“Ready for this?” He asked holding out his hand.
“Ready,” Fred replied, gripping his hand, a look of battle etched into her adorable face.
He couldn’t help but grin. As he returned the squeeze he kissed her knuckles lightly. “Let’s do this.”