Fic: Set 'Em Up, Knock 'Em Down
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dolevalanTitle: Set 'Em Up, Knock 'Em Down
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notfromnimh
Rating: PG
A/N: My lovely sister donated the characters. Much fun.
It was surprisingly hard to corner in a fire truck. Not that Paul had ever been much of a reckless driver, in his old life. But to be fair, in his old life, the worst that could happen if he didn't speed was some disapproval from whoever he was meeting. And, of course, in that far away life, there was always the possibility of a ticket.
And, in that life, there wasn't Derek bellowing down at him.
"Damn it, preacher, you almost lost a wheel! You sure you don't want me to drive?"
Paul shook his head, then called back up, "You just stay up there and keep an eye on them." He was getting better - he hadn't even bother to correct Derek that he was properly a priest.
"Yeah, well. Don't go Crazy Taxi on me, then, alright?"
They were coming up on a bridge. Bridges were good; they were reluctant to cross running water, though the strong ones all could. "Do you want me to stop here so you can make a sweep?"
Derek grinned fiercely, a bit manically. He looked like that a lot these days. "Yeah, we could stand a cool off. Angle it a little, if you can. Got any suckers up ahead?"
Paul frowned. "Not that I can see."
"Yeah, well, with your cokebottles, wonder you can see the road."
"Hardy har har," Paul murmured, but he pulled the truck around to angle it across the bridge.
None of the vampires they'd kill in a stunt like this would be the big players, of course. They would be too smart for that. But some patrolling goons, a bunch of foot soldiers... still worth taking out.
Derek swung down to the side of the truck, unhooking the nozzle. "This batch is done, right? All holy and righteous-ified?"
"Yes, yes. It's hardly my first... what do you all say? My first rodeo?"
"You know, if there was still TV, you could badly stand to watch some." He hoisted the hose to his waist, settling it on one hip. "Or maybe read something that was published after the 1930s."
Paul waved a hand, and took out the shotgun loaded with silver stashed under the seat. "I'll just cover the rear, then, shall I?"
"Ever and always, preacher man." He grinned fiercely. "Here they come."
Fandom/original: Original, lovingly borrowed from
notfromnimhRating: PG
A/N: My lovely sister donated the characters. Much fun.
It was surprisingly hard to corner in a fire truck. Not that Paul had ever been much of a reckless driver, in his old life. But to be fair, in his old life, the worst that could happen if he didn't speed was some disapproval from whoever he was meeting. And, of course, in that far away life, there was always the possibility of a ticket.
And, in that life, there wasn't Derek bellowing down at him.
"Damn it, preacher, you almost lost a wheel! You sure you don't want me to drive?"
Paul shook his head, then called back up, "You just stay up there and keep an eye on them." He was getting better - he hadn't even bother to correct Derek that he was properly a priest.
"Yeah, well. Don't go Crazy Taxi on me, then, alright?"
They were coming up on a bridge. Bridges were good; they were reluctant to cross running water, though the strong ones all could. "Do you want me to stop here so you can make a sweep?"
Derek grinned fiercely, a bit manically. He looked like that a lot these days. "Yeah, we could stand a cool off. Angle it a little, if you can. Got any suckers up ahead?"
Paul frowned. "Not that I can see."
"Yeah, well, with your cokebottles, wonder you can see the road."
"Hardy har har," Paul murmured, but he pulled the truck around to angle it across the bridge.
None of the vampires they'd kill in a stunt like this would be the big players, of course. They would be too smart for that. But some patrolling goons, a bunch of foot soldiers... still worth taking out.
Derek swung down to the side of the truck, unhooking the nozzle. "This batch is done, right? All holy and righteous-ified?"
"Yes, yes. It's hardly my first... what do you all say? My first rodeo?"
"You know, if there was still TV, you could badly stand to watch some." He hoisted the hose to his waist, settling it on one hip. "Or maybe read something that was published after the 1930s."
Paul waved a hand, and took out the shotgun loaded with silver stashed under the seat. "I'll just cover the rear, then, shall I?"
"Ever and always, preacher man." He grinned fiercely. "Here they come."
