FAKE Ficlet: Shared Passion
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Title: Shared Passion
Fandom: FAKE
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo, Bikky.
Rating: PG
Setting: Vol. 1, and after Like Like Love.
Summary: Dee and Ryo were drawn together from the start by a shared passion for classic cars.
Word Count: 500
Written For: Prompt 649: Classic at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
slashthedrabble.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
“So,” Dee said as Ryo came to the end of his first shift as a detective. “How’d ya get here this mornin’?”
“I took the subway. Thought I’d better not drive in on my first day; I wasn’t sure what the parking would be like. At my last precinct there was only room for patrol cars and the captain’s personal vehicle. Everyone else had to be issued a permit for the parking lot down the street.”
“I guess the two-seven is pretty lucky, we got a lot of space. C’mon, I’ll show ya where we detectives park our cars, then I’ll drive ya over to the runt’s place to grab some of his stuff. He’s gonna need somethin’ to wear while he’s under our protection.”
“You don’t have to drive us; we can take a cab.”
“It’s no problem, the Goldman residence isn’t far from my place. I can drop ya there and you can make your own way home. I’ll meet ya back at your place once I’ve grabbed a shower and my overnight bag.”
“Okay, that would be good. Thanks.”
A few minutes later, Dee and Ryo, with Bikky in tow, were making their way across the precinct’s parking lot, and Dee was pointing out the parking zones.
“Motor pool’s around back, the squad cars, some unmarked vehicles. Uniforms park over there, the few that drive to work. The Chief has the spot closest to the doors, that’s his piece of crap Taurus. Civilians park at that end, and detectives over here.”
“Which car’s yours?”
Dee flashed a broad grin and pointed to a cherry red ’69 Dodge Charger. “That one.”
Ryo’s eyes lit up. “Sweet!” He walked right around the car. “Beautiful condition.”
“I restored her myself.” Ryo’s enthusiasm for the Charger gave Dee one more reason, if he’d needed it, to be attracted to his new partner. “What d’you drive?”
“’64 Pontiac GTO.”
“Seriously? Damn, that’s one hell of a car! How’d ya come by it?”
“My dad picked her up cheap, he loved classic cars. We spent almost ten years rebuilding her, and now she’s mine. I’m renting a lockup not far from my apartment, I don’t like leaving her on the street.”
Looking back, that conversation had sealed the deal for Dee. Not only was his new partner smokin’ hot, he loved classic cars as much as Dee did. That shared passion was what had set them on the path from work partners to close friends, and eventually to lovers.
Now here they were, looking at the beat-up hulk of a ’69 Chevy Camaro. It was in a sorry state, but the chassis was sound, and the price was right. They’d been looking for a project, something that would take some work, and after viewing several cars in various states of disrepair, it looked like they’d found the one.
“We’ll take her,” Ryo said firmly. “Right, Dee?”
“Damn straight!” Dee grinned back at his husband. “We’re gonna fix her up as good as new.”
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Dee, Ryo, Bikky.
Rating: PG
Setting: Vol. 1, and after Like Like Love.
Summary: Dee and Ryo were drawn together from the start by a shared passion for classic cars.
Word Count: 500
Written For: Prompt 649: Classic at
slashthedrabble.Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
“So,” Dee said as Ryo came to the end of his first shift as a detective. “How’d ya get here this mornin’?”
“I took the subway. Thought I’d better not drive in on my first day; I wasn’t sure what the parking would be like. At my last precinct there was only room for patrol cars and the captain’s personal vehicle. Everyone else had to be issued a permit for the parking lot down the street.”
“I guess the two-seven is pretty lucky, we got a lot of space. C’mon, I’ll show ya where we detectives park our cars, then I’ll drive ya over to the runt’s place to grab some of his stuff. He’s gonna need somethin’ to wear while he’s under our protection.”
“You don’t have to drive us; we can take a cab.”
“It’s no problem, the Goldman residence isn’t far from my place. I can drop ya there and you can make your own way home. I’ll meet ya back at your place once I’ve grabbed a shower and my overnight bag.”
“Okay, that would be good. Thanks.”
A few minutes later, Dee and Ryo, with Bikky in tow, were making their way across the precinct’s parking lot, and Dee was pointing out the parking zones.
“Motor pool’s around back, the squad cars, some unmarked vehicles. Uniforms park over there, the few that drive to work. The Chief has the spot closest to the doors, that’s his piece of crap Taurus. Civilians park at that end, and detectives over here.”
“Which car’s yours?”
Dee flashed a broad grin and pointed to a cherry red ’69 Dodge Charger. “That one.”
Ryo’s eyes lit up. “Sweet!” He walked right around the car. “Beautiful condition.”
“I restored her myself.” Ryo’s enthusiasm for the Charger gave Dee one more reason, if he’d needed it, to be attracted to his new partner. “What d’you drive?”
“’64 Pontiac GTO.”
“Seriously? Damn, that’s one hell of a car! How’d ya come by it?”
“My dad picked her up cheap, he loved classic cars. We spent almost ten years rebuilding her, and now she’s mine. I’m renting a lockup not far from my apartment, I don’t like leaving her on the street.”
Looking back, that conversation had sealed the deal for Dee. Not only was his new partner smokin’ hot, he loved classic cars as much as Dee did. That shared passion was what had set them on the path from work partners to close friends, and eventually to lovers.
Now here they were, looking at the beat-up hulk of a ’69 Chevy Camaro. It was in a sorry state, but the chassis was sound, and the price was right. They’d been looking for a project, something that would take some work, and after viewing several cars in various states of disrepair, it looked like they’d found the one.
“We’ll take her,” Ryo said firmly. “Right, Dee?”
“Damn straight!” Dee grinned back at his husband. “We’re gonna fix her up as good as new.”
The End
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