SV RPS Fic: Driving Anywhere
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out_thereI'm biting the bullet and posting this. It could be really wrong and OOC, but... *shrugs* That's the risk you take when I write something I've never done before.
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astrea9562 requested it, so here it is.
Fandom: SV RPS
Pairing: TW/MR
Rating: G (*snorts* Yeah, not even kissing happens here.)
Notes: Unbeta'd, unchecked, unimpressive. (If there's any obvious, glaring errors, *please* point them out to me?)
Driving Anywhere
"What the hell are you listening to?"
Michael turned and scowled at him. "Are you screwing with me?"
Tom raised an eyebrow, smirking sharply. He knew for a fact that Mike could never quite tell when he was just messing with him. "Why would I do that?"
"You don't know who this is?" Michael demanded as his hands gestured wildly, completely leaving the steering wheel for a terrifying moment. "How can you not know who this is?"
"Mike, *drive*."
"Yes, Mom," Michael said, making a show of returning his hands to the correct 'two and ten' position. "Has anyone ever told you that America has a great musical heritage? And you know nothing about it?"
Tom snorted, shifting long legs in the less than adequate space. "You mean I can't name the top ten songs from 1970 to 1985?"
"Musical heritage, man. Show some respect."
Tom snorted. "You know you just have bad taste, right?"
Michael's eyes narrowed, the way they did when he was amused and just a little annoyed. "I could respond to that but I don't want to destroy a friendship by pointing out that you have *no* idea what you're talking about."
Tom laughed. "You're so considerate."
Michael gave him the finger.
"So, are there any other things you haven't been doing? For the sake of our friendship?"
Michael shifted in the drivers seat. "Well, I haven't tried to indoctrinate you with politics."
Tom stared at him incredulously. "Um, yes, you have."
"When?"
"Last Saturday. What about your tirade on why George Bush was the real son of Satan?"
"Oh, yeah." Michael grinned. "I still say he gives a bad name to Bush everywhere."
Tom groaned at the bad sexual pun. "How about naming something you actually *haven't* done for our friendship?"
"I haven't made out with you," Michael said smoothly and then laughed.
After acting together day in, day out, it was second nature to watch Michael for visual cues. Even so, Tom almost missed the tension in Michael's jaw. "Hey, pull over for a second."
"Why?" Michael asked as he stopped the car.
Tom looked around; they were surrounded by Canadian-Kansas fields as far as he could see. It was kind of disconcerting to think it almost felt like home. "You didn't make out with me?"
"Not as far as I know." Michael's smile was a little too carefree to be believed.
"But you wanted to?" Tom asked, surprised. Not that he was surprised by the idea of 'Mike and guys.' (He knew that 'Mike and Dave' were ancient history.) He just hadn't thought he was… Michael's type.
"When you're stuck filming here for months at a time?" Michael asked with a vague wave of his hand. "Anyone starts looking attractive."
Tom snorted at the back-handed insult. "Even ex-models?"
Michael grimaced dramatically. "Even them."
Tom stared out at the sea of gold and green plants. "You should have mentioned it," he said lightly.
Michael barked out a surprised laugh. "Yeah, I can just imagine it." He twisted around and laid a warm hand on Tom's shoulder. "Hey man, I know you're happily married and all, but do you want to make out for a while?" Michael shook his head. "That would have worked real well."
"I might have said yes."
Michael boggled at him. "You remember you're married right? Cute chick with dark hair? Goes by the name of Jamie?"
"We have an arrangement."
The astonished expression didn't leave Michael's face. "I've seen the way she growls if you so much as smile at another woman. There's no way in hell I'd believe you two have an open relationship."
"We have an arrangement," Tom repeated with an annoyed sigh. "I don't sleep with any women, she doesn't sleep with any guys."
Michael blinked. "Is she aware of the huge loophole in that arrangement?"
Tom laughed. "She's definitely aware of it."
Michael blinked again, his face shifting into a leer. "I'm suddenly seeing your wife in a whole new light."
"And knowing you, its got a cheesy porn soundtrack to go with it," Tom said, rolling his eyes.
Michael grinned and then leaned closer to Tom. "So..."
"Yeah?" Tom replied, mimicking Michael's low, lazy tone.
"You wanna make out?"
Tom snorted. "In this car?" he asked incredulously. "You've got to be kidding."
Michael frowned and pulled back. Then he started the car. "And people say I'm the practical joker," he muttered as they took off.
"Unless the pair of us have shrunk to Sam's size, there's no way we're doing anything in a car this tiny."
Michael's gaze stayed focused on the road ahead, but his lips twisted into a smug grin. "But if we weren't in this car?"
Tom beamed. "It'd be an easy yes."
Michael nodded and then started humming along to the music. As they passed another field, Michael said, "I keep telling people I need a van."
Tom laughed.
The End
However,
astrea9562 requested it, so here it is.Fandom: SV RPS
Pairing: TW/MR
Rating: G (*snorts* Yeah, not even kissing happens here.)
Notes: Unbeta'd, unchecked, unimpressive. (If there's any obvious, glaring errors, *please* point them out to me?)
Driving Anywhere
"What the hell are you listening to?"
Michael turned and scowled at him. "Are you screwing with me?"
Tom raised an eyebrow, smirking sharply. He knew for a fact that Mike could never quite tell when he was just messing with him. "Why would I do that?"
"You don't know who this is?" Michael demanded as his hands gestured wildly, completely leaving the steering wheel for a terrifying moment. "How can you not know who this is?"
"Mike, *drive*."
"Yes, Mom," Michael said, making a show of returning his hands to the correct 'two and ten' position. "Has anyone ever told you that America has a great musical heritage? And you know nothing about it?"
Tom snorted, shifting long legs in the less than adequate space. "You mean I can't name the top ten songs from 1970 to 1985?"
"Musical heritage, man. Show some respect."
Tom snorted. "You know you just have bad taste, right?"
Michael's eyes narrowed, the way they did when he was amused and just a little annoyed. "I could respond to that but I don't want to destroy a friendship by pointing out that you have *no* idea what you're talking about."
Tom laughed. "You're so considerate."
Michael gave him the finger.
"So, are there any other things you haven't been doing? For the sake of our friendship?"
Michael shifted in the drivers seat. "Well, I haven't tried to indoctrinate you with politics."
Tom stared at him incredulously. "Um, yes, you have."
"When?"
"Last Saturday. What about your tirade on why George Bush was the real son of Satan?"
"Oh, yeah." Michael grinned. "I still say he gives a bad name to Bush everywhere."
Tom groaned at the bad sexual pun. "How about naming something you actually *haven't* done for our friendship?"
"I haven't made out with you," Michael said smoothly and then laughed.
After acting together day in, day out, it was second nature to watch Michael for visual cues. Even so, Tom almost missed the tension in Michael's jaw. "Hey, pull over for a second."
"Why?" Michael asked as he stopped the car.
Tom looked around; they were surrounded by Canadian-Kansas fields as far as he could see. It was kind of disconcerting to think it almost felt like home. "You didn't make out with me?"
"Not as far as I know." Michael's smile was a little too carefree to be believed.
"But you wanted to?" Tom asked, surprised. Not that he was surprised by the idea of 'Mike and guys.' (He knew that 'Mike and Dave' were ancient history.) He just hadn't thought he was… Michael's type.
"When you're stuck filming here for months at a time?" Michael asked with a vague wave of his hand. "Anyone starts looking attractive."
Tom snorted at the back-handed insult. "Even ex-models?"
Michael grimaced dramatically. "Even them."
Tom stared out at the sea of gold and green plants. "You should have mentioned it," he said lightly.
Michael barked out a surprised laugh. "Yeah, I can just imagine it." He twisted around and laid a warm hand on Tom's shoulder. "Hey man, I know you're happily married and all, but do you want to make out for a while?" Michael shook his head. "That would have worked real well."
"I might have said yes."
Michael boggled at him. "You remember you're married right? Cute chick with dark hair? Goes by the name of Jamie?"
"We have an arrangement."
The astonished expression didn't leave Michael's face. "I've seen the way she growls if you so much as smile at another woman. There's no way in hell I'd believe you two have an open relationship."
"We have an arrangement," Tom repeated with an annoyed sigh. "I don't sleep with any women, she doesn't sleep with any guys."
Michael blinked. "Is she aware of the huge loophole in that arrangement?"
Tom laughed. "She's definitely aware of it."
Michael blinked again, his face shifting into a leer. "I'm suddenly seeing your wife in a whole new light."
"And knowing you, its got a cheesy porn soundtrack to go with it," Tom said, rolling his eyes.
Michael grinned and then leaned closer to Tom. "So..."
"Yeah?" Tom replied, mimicking Michael's low, lazy tone.
"You wanna make out?"
Tom snorted. "In this car?" he asked incredulously. "You've got to be kidding."
Michael frowned and pulled back. Then he started the car. "And people say I'm the practical joker," he muttered as they took off.
"Unless the pair of us have shrunk to Sam's size, there's no way we're doing anything in a car this tiny."
Michael's gaze stayed focused on the road ahead, but his lips twisted into a smug grin. "But if we weren't in this car?"
Tom beamed. "It'd be an easy yes."
Michael nodded and then started humming along to the music. As they passed another field, Michael said, "I keep telling people I need a van."
Tom laughed.
The End
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Date: 2004-05-13 03:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-13 03:46 pm (UTC)I'm sitting here giggling
Date: 2004-05-13 09:20 am (UTC)Heheh, maybe it's PG? They do talk about kissing. *eg*
What a reason to finally get the shaggin' wagon! You sure you never did RPS for our boys before? I would have been fine with the Clex and you went and did this inspired piece of insanity. I love the way they drive each other nuts.
Special Hell is very pretty and a lot more fun with you in it with me.
Thank you so much!!!
{{HUGS!}}
ETA - Reposted because giggling my head off evidently causes grammar to fly out the window. ;^)
Re: I'm sitting here giggling
Date: 2004-05-13 03:53 pm (UTC)What a reason to finally get the shaggin' wagon! You sure you never did RPS for our boys before? I would have been fine with the Clex and you went and did this inspired piece of insanity. I love the way they drive each other nuts.
Nope. I generally don't do RPS. Not for ethical reasons, but just because I really like to know canon before I write. And with RPS, there's always far too much canon for me to absorb (interviews, appearances, etc). I like sticking to the fictional universes, where its just a few (*snort* Or, say, 50) hours of a show.
This was generally done relying on what I've heard from other fans, and the mention of Dave came striaght from one of Wendi's RPS Mike-fics. (I don't even know who Dave is.)
But, still, yay that you liked it! *beams*
Hee!
Date: 2004-05-13 04:34 pm (UTC)Dave is one of Mike's very close RL friends who Mike describes as very willing to 'call him (sic) on his shit.' (quote/unquote) This is also the friend that Mike had to really work on to get him to shave off his comb over as he's balding, though young.
Dave accompanied Mike to the Orlando Mega con two years ago and the semi club for Dave started. He showed the gifts the fans gave him to Dave who sat next to him in his signing booth and together they flirted with those same fans. There are actually a ton of pics of Dave out there with Mike from that con wandering around.
During the Q&A at the con, or at the next con that Dave came to, (I'm getting forgetful now! Heh) someone used their question time to ask Mike to ask if Dave was single!
Mike was a bit taken aback and teased the girl to the effect of, 'You came to see me and you flirt with my friend?' Then he gestured to Dave somewhere also in the auditorium, 'Hey, I've got someone for you to meet.'
It was all in fun. So, Dave now turns up in our RPS fics a lot. *eg*
Uh, the queen of RPS has gotta be
I've written some as well. We're all bad girls. There's a lot of us, but Edie, Anne and Kar come to mind first.
There's also the RPS comms:
Enjoy!
And oh, yes! I definitely liked it!
The only problem?
Now I want to see the first kiss to follow this once Mike gets the van! LOL
Thanks again for making me smile. I needed that very much right now.
{Hugs}
Re: Hee!
Date: 2004-05-13 06:28 pm (UTC)Aha! Thanks for explaining that one. I was slightly concerned he'd turn out to be Mike's cousin or something, but figured I'd take the chance anyway.
Also I can rec tobyfan who not only does Mike/Tom, but also does John Glover/Mike.
That just made my head explode, and not in the good way. *snorfle* It's kinda wrong that I can imagine Lex/Lionel easier that MR/John Glover.
Now I want to see the first kiss to follow this once Mike gets the van! LOL
I'm sure you gals are imaginiative enough to figure it out. *winks*
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Date: 2004-05-13 01:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-13 03:49 pm (UTC)