A/N: Okay, this is probably silly but I wanted to do it for a long time. Might be regarded as slight pre-slash, but come on, it's Hot Fuzz.
I don't own them…
Hold On
Paperwork… Shitloads of it. Now I know what Nicholas meant when he said that police work wasn't all about gunfights and car chases. But the gunfights were amazing! And so were the car chases. But now we are just so tired… I mean, it was all amazing and all but we're glad it's all over. Nicholas jokes with Doris. Andy throws a bin at him and he laughs. He can switch off now. He looks happy. When I first met him he looked like he didn't know how to be happy. I heard people say this thing about starting a new life. Now I kind of understand it. I think.
And then I see something in the corner of my eye. Someone is coming. I can't believe it. How could we forget Tom Weaver? And he has a blunderbuss. I am the first one to see him. I turn to Nicholas and see the smile disappear from his face. He looks at Weaver and I can tell it – he is scared. Nicholas Angel looks scared. Terrified. It's just so weird.
"You know who you are," Weaver shouts. Nicholas raises his hands. Oh God. He has just got this new life, just became happy. It's just so unfair. And looking at someone who knows he is about to die is the scariest fucking thing. I don't want to watch him die. I can't watch him die. I can't, I can't, I can't. "A bloody busybody!"
It all happens so fast. I know I can't let Nicholas die. I have to do something. I can't pause to think about what I am doing. Next thing I know… next thing I hear is someone screaming. Nicholas. For a moment I get scared. I think I failed and couldn't prevent Nicholas from being hurt. But then pain hits me. It hurts. It hurts so much that I can't see or hear anything. And then everything becomes hot and bright and even more painful. I think I died. I hope Nicholas will be okay…
Everything is still white and hot and painful. Is it what it is like to be dead? I don't like it. It still hurts. Shouldn't it stop hurting? The white begins to go away and I can see the sky. Through the ringing in my ears I can hear a voice. If I only try hard enough I will hear what it is saying. Something touches the side of my face. It feels warm and it's good to know someone is here with me. I wish it didn't hurt so much though…
"Danny!" suddenly, I can hear. The voice sounds panicked, pained, hoarse and familiar.
"Hold on, Danny! Just hold on!" it's Nicholas. He's here. He's alive. The hero lives. I can't hear everything he says but I catch some words.
"Everything is going to be fine," I tear my gaze away from the sky and catch a glimpse of Nicholas' face. He is all covered in dust and ash and… something is sparkling on his cheeks. Is he crying? Hero cops don't cry.
"Everything is going to be fine," he says again, his voice shaking, as if he is trying to fight sobs.
I try to nod. I don't want Nicholas to cry. He has to be happy. I want to say something but everything just hurts too much. He just keeps repeating that everything is gonna be fine and telling me to hang on and trying not to sob. And I am trying to hang on. Soon everything starts to go dark. All that is left is Nicholas' hand on the side of my face and his voice which sounds weaker and more desperate every time I catch a word. I try to hold on to it. I feel someone lift me up and Nicholas' voice begins to fade out. I can't fight sleep any longer. Sorry, Nicholas. But I'll see you when I wake up, don't you worry.