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Comment Fic Friday

Hey everyone, who needs a break? I know I do, although that's from work, not writing - even though I just had three days off with a bad head cold - because I am waaaay behind on writing... Maybe I should try this one myself, this week!

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The prompt this time around is:

"You're a pain in my ass!"


So drop now and give me... 700-800 words that will fit in a comment (or two, or else link to your fic if you get carried away and have to make it bigger!) and pop it in a reply here for everyone at the comm to read.

No time limits; any genre; any fandom (or an original fic if you wish).

And if you'd rather go graphic, how about 2-5 icons on the subject?

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agdhani
Mar. 18th, 2016 01:44 pm (UTC)
I can probably fit this in to the bigger crossover fanfic project I'm working on now, so if I can, I'll at least post this excerpt here :)
haldoor
Mar. 21st, 2016 08:27 pm (UTC)
Awesome! I look forward to it! ;-)
agdhani
Mar. 22nd, 2016 05:50 pm (UTC)
the bit I promised (featuring Logan from XMen, G)
At the traffic signal outside of town, where there was rarely cross traffic and he frequently sped through the light regardless, Logan was forced to stop this time by the presence of a police car in the turn lane. He had no desire for a ticket, and was not in enough of a hurry to attract unwanted attention. The eyes of both officers were upon him, the knowledge making Logan’s skin prickle and crawl with wariness, but the car made it’s left turn when the light changed to green, and Logan let out a long breath of relief.

The relief was short lived however, as the car made a u-turn, came back and was soon trailing behind him with lights flashing and sirens wailing. Logan scowled, wondering if one of the lights was out on the bike, and dutifully pulled off the side of the road. He hadn’t been speeding, he knew that. Maybe, he growled when the car stopped, these were the sort who intended to harass him for not wearing a helmet.

He didn’t have time for this crap.

“You guys are a real pain in my ass,” he muttered, remaining seated on the still running bike as the officers both got out of the car.

Guns drawn.

“Shut ‘er down,” one of them shouted.

“Get off the bike,” added the other. “Hands behind your head!”

“What the…?”

“Don’t try any stupid shit or we’ll have the catchers down here…I don’t care who you are or where you belong!”

They obviously did care who he was, and knew who he was, for they approached him with a degree of caution that suggested they knew what his fists were capable of. Even when one approached behind him and twisted one arm down to cuff his wrist, it was done so with only enough force to make it happen, both clearly afraid they were about to be mauled and that he would kill them in an effort to be free.

“You’re under arrest for assault and murder…”

Logan rolled his eyes and growled, the sound enough for the first officer, gun still trained on his head, to thumb back the hammer with a flash of panic and the one behind to release his cuffed wrists and jump back hopefully far enough out of his reach to avoid being skewered.

This had to do with the warehouse. He imagined the trio of claw marks upon some of the victims, both those living and dead, was clue enough to his involvement…but it wasn’t like he was the only Wolverine in town. Hell, for all these men knew, there could have been many more.

Maybe they were arresting any Wolverine as a precaution.

No use in fighting them. Tigh Ard didn’t need the hassle of a cop-killing fugitive in the family. There were potential killers enough there.

“Don’t you leave my bike here,” he snarled as the binding officer turned off the ignition and removed the keys.

“Not your…” that officer started.

“Rob…” warned the other, pushing Logan’s head down so that he wouldn’t hit it as he was shoved into the back of the squad car. Threatening any mistreatment of that bike was going to set the otherwise compliant Wolverine on a rampage he did not want to be caught in the middle of. Promise him anything, his tone warned his partner. Anything that will keep him calm.

Rob swallowed, hearing both Logan’s rising growl and his partner’s intended warning. “We’ll get someone to bring it in,” he promised.
haldoor
Mar. 25th, 2016 03:44 am (UTC)
Re: the bit I promised (featuring Logan from XMen, G)
Ha! This is excellent! Well done! ;-)
agdhani
Mar. 25th, 2016 04:13 am (UTC)
Re: the bit I promised (featuring Logan from XMen, G)
Thanks. It might not make sense out of context...but it wouldn't let me fit anymore of it, lol.
asphaltcowgrrl
Mar. 18th, 2016 03:59 pm (UTC)
Oh lord... no question I can do this but WHO DO I PICK? They're ALL a pain at one time or another. :D
haldoor
Mar. 21st, 2016 08:27 pm (UTC)
HAHA! They all are! I'm betting that you'll figure it out for at least one of them sometime soon! ;-)
asphaltcowgrrl
Mar. 21st, 2016 08:56 pm (UTC)
Yes, I shall, one way or the other! Now, all I need is some free time. Hah.
katleept
Apr. 9th, 2016 09:06 pm (UTC)
Angel/Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel/Cordelia, Princess in His Room (and His Heart), 1,447 words, PG-13/T
haldoor
Apr. 10th, 2016 09:11 am (UTC)
Yay, you! Awesome to see you found the prompt of use! ;-)
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