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taleyaTitle: too short to bother, really
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taleya
Rating: G'er than barney
Summary: Arthur's having terrible trouble coping with his reality...
Another drabble-snip from the FilthCave...Blame Demus :P God knows I do *giggles*
Ford sighed and crouched down next to the gowned form sprawled in an obscure corner of the ship. After several hours of listening to Zaphod's depressingly exciting exploits in the universe while Ford himself had been trapped on Earth, he suddenly realised he had lost track of his human friend, and had gone to look for him. After checking the usual places, he'd embarked on a frantic search of the entire ship, finally finding him tucked away in one of the storage bays, a bottle of Altarian whiskey cupped against his unconcious chest.
He took the bottle away from nerveless fingers and set it carefully to one side, glad that his friend hadn't managed to get his hands on something stronger.
The human looked so lost, so alone in his passed out state that it almost broke his heart. He felt a deep surge of protectiveness well up in his chest and went with it, rather than just leaving him in the corner to sleep it off. "Come on Arthur..." he wrapped a gentle arm around his friend's shoulders and tenderly ushered him up. "Let's get you to bed."
Arthur stumbled drunkenly as he got to his feet, and Ford hastily caught him as he threatened to fall. "Wha' happ'nd?"
"You've been drinking," Ford wrapped a stabilising arm around his friend's waist and gently urged him along the corridor. "You're drunk."
"hmm.." Arthur nodded absently to himself, clinging to the smaller man as they made their way along the gleaming halls. "It's all gone, you know," he whispered suddenly, closing his eyes and blindly trusting the hands gently guiding him.
"I know, Arthur." Ford pulled him a little closer and carefuly guided him around a corner. A servo-bot scuttered in front of them and he bared his teeth at it in a little snarl that made it flee, squeaking madly to itself.
"All gone. All of it. N'thin' left." Arthur stumbled again, and leaned his cheek against the top of Ford's head. "I miss it," he said softly, mournfully.
"I know, Arthur." Ford gave the waist under his hand a comforting squeeze. "I'm sorry."
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taleyaRating: G'er than barney
Summary: Arthur's having terrible trouble coping with his reality...
Another drabble-snip from the FilthCave...Blame Demus :P God knows I do *giggles*
Ford sighed and crouched down next to the gowned form sprawled in an obscure corner of the ship. After several hours of listening to Zaphod's depressingly exciting exploits in the universe while Ford himself had been trapped on Earth, he suddenly realised he had lost track of his human friend, and had gone to look for him. After checking the usual places, he'd embarked on a frantic search of the entire ship, finally finding him tucked away in one of the storage bays, a bottle of Altarian whiskey cupped against his unconcious chest.
He took the bottle away from nerveless fingers and set it carefully to one side, glad that his friend hadn't managed to get his hands on something stronger.
The human looked so lost, so alone in his passed out state that it almost broke his heart. He felt a deep surge of protectiveness well up in his chest and went with it, rather than just leaving him in the corner to sleep it off. "Come on Arthur..." he wrapped a gentle arm around his friend's shoulders and tenderly ushered him up. "Let's get you to bed."
Arthur stumbled drunkenly as he got to his feet, and Ford hastily caught him as he threatened to fall. "Wha' happ'nd?"
"You've been drinking," Ford wrapped a stabilising arm around his friend's waist and gently urged him along the corridor. "You're drunk."
"hmm.." Arthur nodded absently to himself, clinging to the smaller man as they made their way along the gleaming halls. "It's all gone, you know," he whispered suddenly, closing his eyes and blindly trusting the hands gently guiding him.
"I know, Arthur." Ford pulled him a little closer and carefuly guided him around a corner. A servo-bot scuttered in front of them and he bared his teeth at it in a little snarl that made it flee, squeaking madly to itself.
"All gone. All of it. N'thin' left." Arthur stumbled again, and leaned his cheek against the top of Ford's head. "I miss it," he said softly, mournfully.
"I know, Arthur." Ford gave the waist under his hand a comforting squeeze. "I'm sorry."
