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severity_softlyTitle: The Arduous Wooing of a Tall Northern Jazzy Freak, part I: Nightmare After The Nightmare
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Fandom: The Mighty Boosh
Rating: PG
Pairing: Howard/Vince
Word count: ~800
Summary: Vince can't sleep after the nightmare he and Howard shared on the island.
Notes: This is a tag to the end of "The Nightmare of Milky Joe". Also, I'm fairly new to the fandom, and can't recall if there's evidence to support them sharing a bedroom or not, but I just thought the idea that they did was cute. If it's wrong, just consider this slightly AU. :) Beta'd again byinnerslytherin because she loves me.
The milk. He could still see it dripping out of Precious' head, and covering Howard's hands. His heart was thudding against his chest. The coco-cops would be here soon enough. They were done for.
Vince gasped and shot upright in bed, his sheets a tangled mess. He reached up and touched his head automatically, certain his hair was just as tragic. Then he threw himself back in bed before he convinced himself to go straighten it out, and sighed. The coco-nightmares weren't gone. They might be just beginning.
Vince turned his head and looked over at Howard, who seemed to be asleep in his bed across the room. His eyes were closed, anyway, and Vince took a moment to watch him. He looked so peaceful, and Vince wondered how he'd managed it. He looked back at the ceiling and willed himself to be as peaceful, but his heart kept thumping, and after a while he was fidgeting, playing with the hem of the sheets, flexing his feet in rhythm. Finally, he sighed again and looked back at Howard.
"Howard?" he asked. When Howard didn't answer right away, Vince picked up the pen on his nightstand and threw it at him, then shifted quickly to look at the ceiling when Howard stirred.
"Vince?" Howard mumbled.
"Oh, are you up, Howard?" Vince said innocently.
"Nghh," Howard grunted.
"Me too."
Vince's lips twisted and he played with the sheet some more, watching Howard. Howard's eyes slipped shut again, and after a few moments, he drew a long, relaxed breath.
"Howard," Vince called, and this time Howard jumped out of his light sleep.
"What is it?"
Vince watched him another moment. Howard was going to think he was stupid. "Nothing," he muttered. When Howard sighed and settled again, Vince blurted, "Do you reckon that really was a nightmare?"
"Yes, Vince," Howard mumbled.
"How come it was on the telly when we came home then?"
"Probably just after effects."
Vince bit his lip. "You dreamt about Milky Joe?"
"Mm-hmm," Howard hummed, and dragged the blanket over his head.
"And Ruby and Precious?" Vince asked. "And what she'd done to you?" Vince saw Howard still under his covers, and Vince knew that was a yes. "I sort of wanted to punch her for that," he said. "But I'm glad you did, Howard. You needed to stick up for yourself."
Howard threw the blanket off him and glared at Vince. "I didn't punch her. She fell down."
Vince nodded, then said, "Right," not really believing it.
"Now go to sleep," Howard said.
"Right."
Vince let the silence fill the room, and he looked out their window at the moon. He could almost make out its face, but that only reminded him of the coconuts' round heads, and their beady eyes. More beady than Howard's even.
"Howard."
Howard growled under his covers, but Vince ignored it.
"If we were both asleep, both having nightmares, how do you reckon we had the exact same one?" Vince waited for an answer, but when it didn't come, he went on. "I mean, we've been close for ages, but what are the odds we'd have the same dream? And then what are the odds we'd both see them on telly at the same time? Maybe it wasn't a dream. Maybe there really is a race of mutant, rabid coconuts out there, and the captain just told us it was a coco-nightmare to keep us quiet."
"What do I have to say to keep you quiet?"
Vince frowned. "Get stuffed," he muttered, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Vince, it's three in the morning," Howard complained.
"Yeah, well... I had another nightmare, all right?" Vince huffed.
"What do you expect me to do about it?"
"I dunno," Vince admitted, them bit his lip and frowned at the ceiling, thinking for a moment. "Could I sleep in your bed tonight?"
"What, swap beds?"
"In your bed with you, you idiot," Vince said, and got out of his bed to walk across the room without waiting for a yes.
"I don't like to be touched," Howard protested, but Vince just pulled the covers back and climbed in.
"Well, scoot back, then. I won't touch you." Vince dragged the covers up and tucked them under his chin. He could hear Howard behind him, his breath tight, like he wasn't sure what to do now, but Vince felt a smile curl on his lips. This was comfortable. Really comfortable.
He closed his eyes, but didn't go right to sleep. He had a feeling Howard might wait for him to sleep, then shove him out or switch beds. So Vince just smiled and listened to Howard's breathing until it evened out and deepened. Then Howard's body went slack.
"Howard?" Vince whispered, and Howard didn't respond.
Vince's smile turned into a grin. He snuggled against Howard, his back to Howard's chest, and was pleased when Howard mumbled something in his sleep and automatically put an arm around him. Don't like to be touched, Vince thought. Right.
Vince closed his eyes again and relaxed. This was much better. Vince thought he could definitely sleep without any more nightmares now.
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Next Installment: The Engine of an Aeroplane
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Author:
severity_softlyFandom: The Mighty Boosh
Rating: PG
Pairing: Howard/Vince
Word count: ~800
Summary: Vince can't sleep after the nightmare he and Howard shared on the island.
Notes: This is a tag to the end of "The Nightmare of Milky Joe". Also, I'm fairly new to the fandom, and can't recall if there's evidence to support them sharing a bedroom or not, but I just thought the idea that they did was cute. If it's wrong, just consider this slightly AU. :) Beta'd again by
innerslytherin because she loves me.The milk. He could still see it dripping out of Precious' head, and covering Howard's hands. His heart was thudding against his chest. The coco-cops would be here soon enough. They were done for.
Vince gasped and shot upright in bed, his sheets a tangled mess. He reached up and touched his head automatically, certain his hair was just as tragic. Then he threw himself back in bed before he convinced himself to go straighten it out, and sighed. The coco-nightmares weren't gone. They might be just beginning.
Vince turned his head and looked over at Howard, who seemed to be asleep in his bed across the room. His eyes were closed, anyway, and Vince took a moment to watch him. He looked so peaceful, and Vince wondered how he'd managed it. He looked back at the ceiling and willed himself to be as peaceful, but his heart kept thumping, and after a while he was fidgeting, playing with the hem of the sheets, flexing his feet in rhythm. Finally, he sighed again and looked back at Howard.
"Howard?" he asked. When Howard didn't answer right away, Vince picked up the pen on his nightstand and threw it at him, then shifted quickly to look at the ceiling when Howard stirred.
"Vince?" Howard mumbled.
"Oh, are you up, Howard?" Vince said innocently.
"Nghh," Howard grunted.
"Me too."
Vince's lips twisted and he played with the sheet some more, watching Howard. Howard's eyes slipped shut again, and after a few moments, he drew a long, relaxed breath.
"Howard," Vince called, and this time Howard jumped out of his light sleep.
"What is it?"
Vince watched him another moment. Howard was going to think he was stupid. "Nothing," he muttered. When Howard sighed and settled again, Vince blurted, "Do you reckon that really was a nightmare?"
"Yes, Vince," Howard mumbled.
"How come it was on the telly when we came home then?"
"Probably just after effects."
Vince bit his lip. "You dreamt about Milky Joe?"
"Mm-hmm," Howard hummed, and dragged the blanket over his head.
"And Ruby and Precious?" Vince asked. "And what she'd done to you?" Vince saw Howard still under his covers, and Vince knew that was a yes. "I sort of wanted to punch her for that," he said. "But I'm glad you did, Howard. You needed to stick up for yourself."
Howard threw the blanket off him and glared at Vince. "I didn't punch her. She fell down."
Vince nodded, then said, "Right," not really believing it.
"Now go to sleep," Howard said.
"Right."
Vince let the silence fill the room, and he looked out their window at the moon. He could almost make out its face, but that only reminded him of the coconuts' round heads, and their beady eyes. More beady than Howard's even.
"Howard."
Howard growled under his covers, but Vince ignored it.
"If we were both asleep, both having nightmares, how do you reckon we had the exact same one?" Vince waited for an answer, but when it didn't come, he went on. "I mean, we've been close for ages, but what are the odds we'd have the same dream? And then what are the odds we'd both see them on telly at the same time? Maybe it wasn't a dream. Maybe there really is a race of mutant, rabid coconuts out there, and the captain just told us it was a coco-nightmare to keep us quiet."
"What do I have to say to keep you quiet?"
Vince frowned. "Get stuffed," he muttered, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Vince, it's three in the morning," Howard complained.
"Yeah, well... I had another nightmare, all right?" Vince huffed.
"What do you expect me to do about it?"
"I dunno," Vince admitted, them bit his lip and frowned at the ceiling, thinking for a moment. "Could I sleep in your bed tonight?"
"What, swap beds?"
"In your bed with you, you idiot," Vince said, and got out of his bed to walk across the room without waiting for a yes.
"I don't like to be touched," Howard protested, but Vince just pulled the covers back and climbed in.
"Well, scoot back, then. I won't touch you." Vince dragged the covers up and tucked them under his chin. He could hear Howard behind him, his breath tight, like he wasn't sure what to do now, but Vince felt a smile curl on his lips. This was comfortable. Really comfortable.
He closed his eyes, but didn't go right to sleep. He had a feeling Howard might wait for him to sleep, then shove him out or switch beds. So Vince just smiled and listened to Howard's breathing until it evened out and deepened. Then Howard's body went slack.
"Howard?" Vince whispered, and Howard didn't respond.
Vince's smile turned into a grin. He snuggled against Howard, his back to Howard's chest, and was pleased when Howard mumbled something in his sleep and automatically put an arm around him. Don't like to be touched, Vince thought. Right.
Vince closed his eyes again and relaxed. This was much better. Vince thought he could definitely sleep without any more nightmares now.
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Next Installment: The Engine of an Aeroplane
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Date: 2009-08-02 12:28 am (UTC)Also, in one episode, Naboo does say that he wont rent out THEIR room just yet, so I reckon its canon that they share one. :D
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Date: 2009-08-02 12:31 am (UTC)And I think that was quote was from Milky Joe, but I couldn't remember if he said their "room" or "rooms", so I wasn't sure. Thanks again. :)
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Date: 2009-08-02 01:06 am (UTC)xxx
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Date: 2009-08-02 01:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-02 06:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-02 11:22 am (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2009-08-02 02:50 pm (UTC)I liked this. Milky Joe is one of my favourite episodes, and I love that you've pulled this fic from that epi. And Howard is SO a cuddly monster, he just hides. :)
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Date: 2009-08-02 03:10 pm (UTC)I think, so far, Mily Joe is my favorite, so I had to do this. I'm glad you liked it.
And, you know the only reason Howard says he doesn't want Vince to touch him is because he's afraid if he lets Vince touch him too much, he'll start to want it too much. Magnetism, baby! :D
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Date: 2009-08-02 07:05 pm (UTC)*purrs*
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Date: 2009-08-02 08:26 pm (UTC)I love your icon. I may just have to snag it if it's snabable. :P
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Date: 2009-08-02 09:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-03 05:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-03 08:20 am (UTC)As for canon. Bahaha. Welcome to the debate! My stance: Milky Joe; canon says they share a room. Party (including deleted old Gregg scene) Vince appears from one room, Howard describes his room as being 'down the hall on the right' and then in the deleted scene has his walking into a different room (single door) to Vince's.
However, the joy that is Boosh continuity means either will work. In my mind I've created a box room. I rather like to think it is only a temporary arrangement and that Vince still has a neatly made up 'spare' bed in his room!
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Date: 2009-08-03 09:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-03 11:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-03 11:22 am (UTC)LOL Yeah, I thought it said that in Milky Joe when I wrote this, and rewatched and was right! I didn't notice that in Party. :P I'll have to rewatch. Of course, any excuse to rewatch is welcomed. :) I figured it wouldn;t matter anyway, as I've noticed Boosh continuity is a bit spotty. lol
There was an Old Gregg scene in Party?!?!?! Is that on the DVDs? I was thinking I'd buy season 2 first, but that may sway my decision. ;)
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