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ajremixTitle: Not so Neighborly
Fandom: DC TV
Rating: PG-13 for some swearing
Word Count: 310
Characters: Len, Mick
Summary: When you're simultaneously tired and wired sometimes your brain makes connections to time-traveling criminals and unconfirmed stories.
The best thing about the past was how damn easy it was to hijack cars. Easily accessible wires, no side airbags and minimal security- the only things they had to worry about were steering wheel locks and those were easy enough to spot.
Mick and Len piled into an Oldsmobile, having stolen and ditched three other cars in as many hours in an attempt to shake Savage's men. As Mick peeled out- as much as he could without drawing attention to them of course -Len checked all the mirrors to ensure they weren't being followed. When they veered out of the residential area and onto a busier street, Mick asked, "We shake 'em?"
"Think so. We'll switch out cars one more time before we head back to the ship." He reached out to bump his knuckles against Mick's arm, pleased at being able to steal some of Savage's assets from right under his smug immortal nose. "Good work, partner!" That got him a pleased cackle in response.
Feeling secure enough not to be glued to the mirrors, Len turned in his seat. The back of the car was filled with random crap that he started sorting through, hoping to find anything that might get them some extra cash if not something worth keeping just for the story. When he paused, Mick asked, "Anything worthwhile, Len?"
"Shit."
"What?"
"You remember that show Mr. Roger's Neighborhood?"
"Hell yeah- used to watch the shit outta that as a kid." Mick hummed the first few bars of the song. "Why?"
"You remember that story 'bout his car getting stolen once?"
Dread started sinking in Mick's chest, the next "Why?" a much more suspicious one.
When Len sat back in the passenger's seat, he was holding Lady Elaine Fairchilde in one hand. "Because we're the jackasses that stole it."
Mick slammed on the brakes, "Fuck!"
Fandom: DC TV
Rating: PG-13 for some swearing
Word Count: 310
Characters: Len, Mick
Summary: When you're simultaneously tired and wired sometimes your brain makes connections to time-traveling criminals and unconfirmed stories.
The best thing about the past was how damn easy it was to hijack cars. Easily accessible wires, no side airbags and minimal security- the only things they had to worry about were steering wheel locks and those were easy enough to spot.
Mick and Len piled into an Oldsmobile, having stolen and ditched three other cars in as many hours in an attempt to shake Savage's men. As Mick peeled out- as much as he could without drawing attention to them of course -Len checked all the mirrors to ensure they weren't being followed. When they veered out of the residential area and onto a busier street, Mick asked, "We shake 'em?"
"Think so. We'll switch out cars one more time before we head back to the ship." He reached out to bump his knuckles against Mick's arm, pleased at being able to steal some of Savage's assets from right under his smug immortal nose. "Good work, partner!" That got him a pleased cackle in response.
Feeling secure enough not to be glued to the mirrors, Len turned in his seat. The back of the car was filled with random crap that he started sorting through, hoping to find anything that might get them some extra cash if not something worth keeping just for the story. When he paused, Mick asked, "Anything worthwhile, Len?"
"Shit."
"What?"
"You remember that show Mr. Roger's Neighborhood?"
"Hell yeah- used to watch the shit outta that as a kid." Mick hummed the first few bars of the song. "Why?"
"You remember that story 'bout his car getting stolen once?"
Dread started sinking in Mick's chest, the next "Why?" a much more suspicious one.
When Len sat back in the passenger's seat, he was holding Lady Elaine Fairchilde in one hand. "Because we're the jackasses that stole it."
Mick slammed on the brakes, "Fuck!"
