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fandomweekly2019-02-16 09:24 am
[#007] Snag in the Plan (The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai)
Title: Snag in the Plan
Fandom: The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 713
Summary: They were supposed to be on the road by now, but after a little post-gig loosening up, things veered wildly off track. Luckily, when you're friends with the world's preeminent everything, these things get ironed out... with a little luck, quick enough to get them all to the next gig on time.
“You guys do remember we’ve got a show tonight. Three counties over.” Buckaroo says mildly, leaning against the bars.
Reno is on the outside next to him, had made the phone call about Perfect Tommy, and more surprisingly, New Jersey. Sid and Tommy have one side of the cell to themselves, and Sid doesn’t look comfortable, exactly, but he’s making the best of it, has a bunk to call his own for the time being. Tommy, lounging against said bunk, seems to be what’s keeping the occupants on the other side of the cell at bay.
Tommy scowls a little at the reminder. Of course he remembers they’re supposed to be on the road right now heading for their next gig, the tour’s been meticulously planned and he knows all about it. If it hadn’t taken Reno so long to get through to him, Buckaroo could have ironed it all out the night before, but he’d hit the hay early and Reno hadn’t seen fit to drag him out of bed physically...
“Didn’t do anything wrong. Wouldn’t’ve been trouble if someone hadn’t’ve taken a swing at me.” He says darkly.
“These the other guys?” Buckaroo asks Reno, nodding towards the three men across the cell from Sid and Tommy.
“No. One of the guys got in that fight’s in another cell. The others got trucked off to the hospital.”
“And Sidney didn’t do anything.” Tommy adds. “Except stand next to me and get surprised a little. Bullshit that guy would try and get him thrown in lockup after he set the little bastard’s broken arm for him.”
“Do I want to know what happened to that arm?”
“I turned my back on Tommy for two seconds and all hell broke loose. But he didn’t throw the first punch.”
“If Tommy didn’t get into it with those guys, why are they all the way over there?”
“Well, one of them tried to intimidate him. Backfired a little.” Reno snorts.
“All right. More importantly, why am I down here bailing them out if Tommy acted in self defense and Sid was just there fixing what he broke?”
“Oh, that would be the public indecency charges.” Reno’s glee could barely be said to be disguised, and Tommy’s expression reads ‘this is bullshit’ louder than ever.
Buckaroo blinks.
“Why don’t we save that story for the bus?” He says.
It doesn’t take long to iron out. He gets the charges dropped, privately agrees after hearing the official report that they don’t seem to hold much water. There’s not a lot of agreement as to what happened when the three of them went out to the bar, but none of it sounds like it ought to have ended with two of them behind bars on counts of public indecency, of all things. Well, Tommy, maybe, but Sid?
Reno backs up what Buckaroo might have imagined-- Sid’s language hadn’t even gotten particularly colorful after a mean drunk picked the wrong strangers to start a fight with, though Tommy’s had. As far as he knows, no one said anything particularly objectionable to Tommy, but then, throwing a punch without so much as a hello has a way of offending a man.
They could use a good story for the bus-- they’ll be driving non-stop, with this setback, and even then they’ll be cutting it closer than he’d like, but at this point, it can’t be helped.
He’s surprised when Tommy doesn’t launch into an indignant retelling-- when he only sulks and says there’s nothing to tell, and Sid offers no further illumination, only takes the seat next to Tommy’s, quiet and reserved. Exhausted, more like, sleeplessness smudged beneath his eyes.
The two of them lean in against each other to sleep through the drive, Sid scrunched down in his seat to be able to lay his head on Tommy’s shoulder, his hat in his lap. Companionable.
He figures they may as well take advantage of the long drive. The high chaparral flies by out along the highway. The harsh light of midday gives way to purple twilight, and Sid doesn’t wake, but he shifts, his hand curling around Tommy’s arm.
Tommy doesn’t wake, either, but he murmurs something soft and indistinct in his sleep, face half pressed into Sid’s hair.
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So one of these days I'll probably have to write about it in another little ficlet, just to be able to flesh the ideas out.
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