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crack_van2008-12-31 11:20 am
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Direct Evidence by Veracious (PG)
Fandom: Hot Fuzz
Pairing: gen, ensemble
Length: 1630 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fivil
Author Website: Unknown
Why this must be read:
At first glance, this small ensemble piece seems little more than a bit of life thrown on the page. But one can look deeper and see the bits of interaction and humor evident throughout the story are actually a love letter to the movie. Like a couple of the other gen stories I recced here, "Direct Evidence" works best when viewed as part of the larger whole of the movie-verse. Nothing spectacularly angsty or emotional happens, but that doesn't matter. These are our characters, moving on. Making us laugh.
"My idea of a perfect Sunday includes," Sergeant Fisher began explaining in front of the TV cameras as Nicholas Angel walked away from the scene of crime. All things considered, he got rather far, perhaps a foot or three from his car until one of the journalists caught up to him.
"Would you like to comment on the townwide conspiracy death cult, Sergeant Angel?" the reporter asked, holding a tape recorder to Nicholas' chin.
At first, all the tape recorder caught was a heavy sigh. "Sergeant Fisher will be answering all inquiries related to the case."
"Is it true you and Police Constable Butterman took confiscated weaponry and went trigger happy in the middle of the day?"
Yes, but he was hoping to phrase it more positively in the paperwork, which he ought to get to right now.
"I really must go now," he simply replied, opening the car door.
"One last question!" the journalist exclaimed, shoving the tape recorder even closer to Nicholas' face. "What is your idea of a perfect Sunday?"
"Not sitting down with the paper you're writing for," Nicholas said, pulling the car door closed.
(Direct Evidence)
Pairing: gen, ensemble
Length: 1630 words
Author on LJ:
fivilAuthor Website: Unknown
Why this must be read:
At first glance, this small ensemble piece seems little more than a bit of life thrown on the page. But one can look deeper and see the bits of interaction and humor evident throughout the story are actually a love letter to the movie. Like a couple of the other gen stories I recced here, "Direct Evidence" works best when viewed as part of the larger whole of the movie-verse. Nothing spectacularly angsty or emotional happens, but that doesn't matter. These are our characters, moving on. Making us laugh.
"My idea of a perfect Sunday includes," Sergeant Fisher began explaining in front of the TV cameras as Nicholas Angel walked away from the scene of crime. All things considered, he got rather far, perhaps a foot or three from his car until one of the journalists caught up to him.
"Would you like to comment on the townwide conspiracy death cult, Sergeant Angel?" the reporter asked, holding a tape recorder to Nicholas' chin.
At first, all the tape recorder caught was a heavy sigh. "Sergeant Fisher will be answering all inquiries related to the case."
"Is it true you and Police Constable Butterman took confiscated weaponry and went trigger happy in the middle of the day?"
Yes, but he was hoping to phrase it more positively in the paperwork, which he ought to get to right now.
"I really must go now," he simply replied, opening the car door.
"One last question!" the journalist exclaimed, shoving the tape recorder even closer to Nicholas' face. "What is your idea of a perfect Sunday?"
"Not sitting down with the paper you're writing for," Nicholas said, pulling the car door closed.
(Direct Evidence)
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I always really like seeing Nicholas finally pop out of his android state of mind, and transition toward being human again.
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Thanks. :)
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