AN: This spawned from a little bunny of Fester in a silver sports car that wouldn't leave me alone after seeing a family friend who used to do Fester impressions in his silver sports car :)
Not sure how long this is going to become, probably a series of smaller chapters, or how frequent they will be, but it is sooo good to be writing in this verse again.
Fester Addams was enjoying his time in Wales; the weather in Cardiff was just so dreary it was perfect. Spending time with their Welsh relations was also interesting, and getting to play around with some of the things in the Torchwood Archives was an adventure. His experiments with the corpse that was to become his nephew were riveting, he was sure that they would come up with some of the best formulas for preserving things, even though the young corpse wasn't destined to stay that way for long. They just had to make sure that he was preserved enough until the wedding and then if Death was to be believed the corpse would become more alive than dead, although he would still be bound to Death quite strongly.
Owen had quite the amount of darkness in him that would allow him to fit in quite well with their family and Grandmamma had approved of him, so Fester felt that it was okay to forge a similar relationship with the corpse as he had forged with Johnny many years ago. Owen did like the finer things in life though, and Fester was sure that would no doubt cause a few differences in opinion between him and his future bride, but the young man seemed to have realised this.
It wasn't to say that Wednesday didn't like the finer things in life it was just her style and the flashy gaudiness that Owen had often hid himself behind weren't to the same taste. Wednesday would rather have a classic hearse like the one Lurch drove them around in, in top condition of course, than a flashy sports car that Owen owned. Owen wasn't going to be a pushover Fester could see that, but the man had also realised that there were some battles that he wasn't going to win, and getting Wednesday as a passenger in his silver sports car that he had bought after his last disastrous relationship.
Fester had seen an opening there, a weakness to exploit in the younger man, and he took it. While family was the most important thing to an Addams it didn't mean that there was never any rivalry within the family, or one-upmanship amongst them. If Owen was going to allow himself to be taken advantage of he would need to learn to toughen up, or Wednesday would completely eat him alive. Fester had made the deal of the century, offering to help Owen select a car that would be acceptable with his niece's tastes and take his convertible off his hands. Owen had agreed without bargaining for a price for the car, so Fester had gotten the car for the price of a bit of advice on Wednesday's taste in vehicles.
Driving through the streets of Cardiff, his duffle coat buttoned fully; with the roof down on his car the rain pelting off the seats Fester had a grin on his face. He was enjoying the strange looks he was getting from the pedestrians he drove passed; he wondered how the general population of Cardiff would react with some of the more in your face members of the Addams family living in their city. It would be interesting to see some of the reactions, he wondered who would get the most severe reactions during their time there.
Reaching the estate he drove through the gates that had creaked open unaided upon his approach he made his way up the drive parking his new car. He put the roof up before getting out, there was no use the car getting more wet if he wasn't in it, and at least with the roof up it may start to attain a lovely damp odour.
As he made his way inside he started to think on the betting pool or competition he wanted to start. "Who wants a game of Scare the Natives?" Fester crowed to the entry hall of the manor and waited for various members of the family to appear from their previous activities.
"Terms." Wednesday asked, a bloodthirsty smirk on her face, a mace in her dominant hand.
"No permanent harm." Fester, half stated half checked with the rest of the assembled family. "No permanent harm and no getting arrested."
There were a few grumbles at the rules, but Fester didn't want to be the one that Tharmus made do all the paperwork for the various family members release from police custody. Most of the family scattered to prepare for the game whilst Fester pulled out a little black book and looked at those who remained.
"Bets." He asked and waited for them to give him their predictions for the outcome of the game.