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cabinpres_fic) wrote2012-02-03 07:49 am
cabinpres_fic) wrote2012-02-03 07:49 am
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PROMPT POST PART III
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(updated 6 June)
Welcome everybody. How you got here I have no idea but thank you for coming and welcome again, nonetheless . As you may have gathered this is a Fic Prompting Meme dedicated solely to the hilarious and oh-so-addictive BBC Radio 4 sitcom - Cabin Pressure. I'm aiming for this to be pretty anything goes - but in order for everything to run smoothly, there are a few guidelines. Don't worry - they're not too restrictive.
FILLING GUIDELINES
As you probably all know - our meme now has it's very own database created and maintained by the great Enigel. It both catalogues each and every prompt that we post and provides links to fills. You can find it here: Google Spreadsheet
We also have a Pinboard archive which has been put in place by the lovely
oxfordtweed in the place of our late Delicious Archive. This Archive contains a list of all the prompts this meme has to offer - you can find it here: Pinboard ArchiveThis is a great step forward in making our meme just a little more organised (but not too organised of course. This is Cabin Pressure) which is always a good thing.
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REPROMPTING
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REALLY IMPORTANT ADDENDUM
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FILL: Popcorn, coke by the gallon, and Treasure Planet
“Horatio Kane.”
Martin sat at the back of the hall, knees trembling, fingers tapping a rhythm on his seat. Horatio Kane was a man in his thirties, tall, confident. He even SOUNDED like a respectable airline Captain.
Martin looked away, and found himself staring at the profile of his neighbour. Younger than Martin, self assured, well dressed. Martin’s shirt hadn’t been ironed, and he had had to have a cold shower because there was no hot water. His collar was too tight. He loosened it.
Which reminded him, he needed to call a plumber.
It was three quarters of an hour before Horatio Kane walked out, smiling.
“William Harper-Jones.”
And the man who was sat next to Martin and younger than him stood and went into the interview.
Martin’s whole body was trembling now. He was alone in the waiting room, just the ticking clock and his fingers tapping and what if they asked him a question that he couldn’t answer? He was sweating. He had to put the jacket on to cover up the patches.
An eternity, and William Harper-Jones stepped out.
“Martin Kimberly Crieff.”
Martin stood up...and then his head hit the floor.
After one packet of smelling salts, an overweight matron named Jenna, and the realisation that actually he couldn’t name the last Prime Minister, Martin was released to the car of the Airline office canteen, on the understanding that he not drive home.
Which meant waiting for Douglas to come and pick him up.
William Harper-Jones, the little upstart who probably got the job and so was now an airline captain at 29 and getting paid for it, was also in the canteen. He was sat with what appeared to be and knowing Martin’s luck probably was the current companion from Doctor Who. She laughed, and smiled at his joke, and William Harper Jones the little upstart quickly glanced in Martin’s direction.
Martin mentally gave him the finger, but he lacked the energy to do anything more physical than gaze into his coffee and try not to cry.
William Harper-Jones and could very well be Amy Pond stood and left the canteen.
“Daddy’s little boy.” Martin jumped as Douglas came to sit down beside him, shaking his head. “Did you hear his accent. I expect he’s had lunch with the Queen.”
“A Captain’s voice.”
“It’s the voice of a man whose never had to put anymore effort into life than asking Mummy and Daddy for a cheque.” Douglas sipped his water glass. “If he had to live your life for one day he’d be a pathetic heap crying into that girlfriend’s shoulder. Probably doesn’t even know how to cook a decent baked potato. Or maybe he does. ‘Oh, that’s easy. I just get Martha in the kitchen to pop one in the oven for me. And if I ask really nicely, she puts beans with it’.”
Martin gave up sulking, and allowed a small smile to come to his face at Douglas’s words and the mental image they created of William Harper-Jones the upstart with Amy Pond as a girlfriend destroying a microwave while making an omelet.
“That’s more like it.” Douglas said, collecting together his glass and Martin’s half empty cup of cold coffee. “Fish and chips?”
“I’m not hungry.”
“Come on. They will be on me.”
“I hope by that you mean you will be paying.”
Douglas laughed, a full on hearty laugh that echoed throughout the canteen.
The full force of the day hit Martin as they reached his van. He was still Icarus removals, and tomorrow he would be moving a wardrobe from Fitton to Cardiff, stopping off at a little place along the M4 where a gang of shops had gone on holiday together. He would eat a bag of jelly babies and that would be his lunch, and he would never be a real job on his passport Captain. And the next day he would eat pasta and would always be a pretender whose first officer was a better pilot than he ever would be.
While William Harper-Jones the upstart lived the life he had always wanted.
“It’s alright.” Douglas said, leaning against the van and putting a hand on Martin’s shoulder. “You’re a better man for this. You just have to stop focusing on what you’re not and start realising what you are. Stick to it. And when you win you will have earned it fair and square. I hope I’m there catching some of the light coming off of you that day.”
Martin laughed quietly. “Are you quoting Silver?”
“Daughter’s favourite film.” Douglas chuckled. “What’s your excuse?”
“Nephew’s favourite film.”
“Maybe we should set them up on a play date.” Douglas said. “Popcorn, coke by the gallon, and Treasure Planet.”
“My brother would never forgive me.”
“We’ll set him up with my x-wife, problem solved.” Both laughed, then stopped, falling silent in the empty car park. Making eye contact, and then breaking it.
Martin closed his eyes, and tipped forward, forehead against Douglas’s chest. The older man chuckled, shook his head, and played his part, smile falling as he heard and felt the sobs that came from the younger man.
“It’s alright, Martin. I’m here.” He whispered, tightening his grip around the Captain. “I know it seems hopeless now, but you’ll look back on all this and laugh one day, I promise you.”
Martin nodded, sniffed, and pulled back slightly. He looked so young and so lost that Douglas rested a hand against his head and pulled him back against his chest, safely held against him. He lost time as they stood there, rocking slightly from foot to foot and gently blowing white noise through his teeth until the sobs had quietened and Martin taken a deep breath.
“Thank you.”
“Any time Jimbo.” He ruffled his hair, and then opened the door. “Just don’t tell Carolyn. I have a reputation to keep, after all.”
The chip shop was quiet when they arrived, allowing them to order quickly. Martin then excused himself and went back to the van and tuned the radio in to a strange local station that crackled whenever the volume went up. He didn’t care, it was better than silence, and something to concentrate on other than his thoughts.
Inside the shop, Douglas considered having a go on the gambling machine, then opted to instead read the menu and wonder what in the name of all that was holy a pea fritter actually was.
“Sir. Salt and vinegar on your chips?”
“Yes please. Thank you.”
“And your son’s.”
Douglas didn’t even flinch. “Same for him. And do you have ketchup?”
Re: FILL: Popcorn, coke by the gallon, and Treasure Planet
(Anonymous) 2012-03-09 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)*reads last few lines* Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
This is lovely and adorable and - and - I have been reduced to emoticons:
:D <3
Re: FILL: Popcorn, coke by the gallon, and Treasure Planet
Emoticons rule!
Thank you.
Re: FILL: Popcorn, coke by the gallon, and Treasure Planet
Re: FILL: Popcorn, coke by the gallon, and Treasure Planet
I need to find treasure planet on DVD now.
OP here
(Anonymous) 2012-03-09 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)I think my reaction is the same as the others: AWWWWWWWWWWWWW!! My favorite bit is Douglas not even pausing when someone thinks Martin is his son. I'm sorry, but I luuuuuuv father/son fics. I don't know why.
And yes, you should definately watch Treasure Planet. It's corny at a few parts, but it plays the father/son bit so well.
Now I love you forever, Anon. <3
Re: OP here
I love father/son fics as well. I am warming to slash, but father/son or big brother/little brother is and remains my first love.
Thanks for reading, I'm glad you liked it.
Re: FILL: Popcorn, coke by the gallon, and Treasure Planet
Re: FILL: Popcorn, coke by the gallon, and Treasure Planet
(Anonymous) 2012-03-15 08:16 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Popcorn, coke by the gallon, and Treasure Planet
Re: FILL: Popcorn, coke by the gallon, and Treasure Planet
Oh, my, but I'm smiling so hugely!
Re: FILL: Popcorn, coke by the gallon, and Treasure Planet
Thank you.