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[4 April] [James Bond] Cowboys and Indians
Title: Cowboys and Indians
Day/Theme: April 4th - When in doubt, gallop!
Series: James Bond
Character/Pairing: Bond, Tanner, OFCs
Rating: PG
"If you were anyone else, you'd be dead by now."
Bill Tanner flicked his cigarette on the edge of a drained glass. His aim was bad, and the ash scattered over the table. James Bond, shrugging, resisted the obsessive-compulsive urge to reach over and sweep the ash up.
" 'If I lived here, I'd be home by now?' What? I don't follow, Bill."
"Do you ever get tired of defying death?"
Bond looked at him keenly. "Yes."
Bill's gaze was as keen, but somehow not as shrewd. "You're joking," he stated. "...you're....aren't you?"
"Sometimes. Maybe." He tapped his narrow mouth with his index finger, a thoughtful gesture. "Are you going to ask me my secret?"
"No. God no, James. I know better than that."
And flash, he was back, James Bond was just a boy with a name and no number (yet). Running running running through the forest. Scratched and sweaty and aching. Too small for his clothes - always either too small or too big. He grew fast. His trousers legs rolled up so they wouldn't trip him. Running, running so fast he almost didn't see Eddie.
Crash. "Oy, gerroff!" Eddie protested, scrambling again to his feet.
"Sorry!" James puffed.
Cowboys and indians. James was a cowboy, of course. Eddie was the other. It was difficult to play with only four, but the boys managed somehow.
Crash.
This time both boys slowed their pace, turned.
"What was that?" Eddie hissed. James held up a warning finger.
Something like a loose branch falling to the ground.
"Is it one of them?" Eddie, Eddie just never shut up.
James shook his head. "I don't know."
A twig broke.
"When in doubt," Eddie proclaimed, "RUN!"
He took off like a shot, and in a moment another body came charging out of the bushes in hot pursuit. He'd meant to swerve and tag James as well, but - where had the stringy dark one gone? Ah well. After the redhead!
The next thing he knew, he lay gasping, heaving on the forest floor, the wind completely and thoroughly knocked out of him. On top of him? None other than the stringy dark one.
Well, I'll be damned.
And flash.
"All right," said Bill. "I surrender. Just tell me your secret. One sentence. I'll buy you a pint." He glanced at the table, littered with empty glasses. "Another pint."
James Bond, leaned back in his chair, smiled dreamily. "When in doubt, Bill," he said, softly, "rally your forces. When in doubt -" He took a lungful of the stale, unpleasant air. " - strike first."
Day/Theme: April 4th - When in doubt, gallop!
Series: James Bond
Character/Pairing: Bond, Tanner, OFCs
Rating: PG
"If you were anyone else, you'd be dead by now."
Bill Tanner flicked his cigarette on the edge of a drained glass. His aim was bad, and the ash scattered over the table. James Bond, shrugging, resisted the obsessive-compulsive urge to reach over and sweep the ash up.
" 'If I lived here, I'd be home by now?' What? I don't follow, Bill."
"Do you ever get tired of defying death?"
Bond looked at him keenly. "Yes."
Bill's gaze was as keen, but somehow not as shrewd. "You're joking," he stated. "...you're....aren't you?"
"Sometimes. Maybe." He tapped his narrow mouth with his index finger, a thoughtful gesture. "Are you going to ask me my secret?"
"No. God no, James. I know better than that."
And flash, he was back, James Bond was just a boy with a name and no number (yet). Running running running through the forest. Scratched and sweaty and aching. Too small for his clothes - always either too small or too big. He grew fast. His trousers legs rolled up so they wouldn't trip him. Running, running so fast he almost didn't see Eddie.
Crash. "Oy, gerroff!" Eddie protested, scrambling again to his feet.
"Sorry!" James puffed.
Cowboys and indians. James was a cowboy, of course. Eddie was the other. It was difficult to play with only four, but the boys managed somehow.
Crash.
This time both boys slowed their pace, turned.
"What was that?" Eddie hissed. James held up a warning finger.
Something like a loose branch falling to the ground.
"Is it one of them?" Eddie, Eddie just never shut up.
James shook his head. "I don't know."
A twig broke.
"When in doubt," Eddie proclaimed, "RUN!"
He took off like a shot, and in a moment another body came charging out of the bushes in hot pursuit. He'd meant to swerve and tag James as well, but - where had the stringy dark one gone? Ah well. After the redhead!
The next thing he knew, he lay gasping, heaving on the forest floor, the wind completely and thoroughly knocked out of him. On top of him? None other than the stringy dark one.
Well, I'll be damned.
And flash.
"All right," said Bill. "I surrender. Just tell me your secret. One sentence. I'll buy you a pint." He glanced at the table, littered with empty glasses. "Another pint."
James Bond, leaned back in his chair, smiled dreamily. "When in doubt, Bill," he said, softly, "rally your forces. When in doubt -" He took a lungful of the stale, unpleasant air. " - strike first."