GUYS, LOOKIT WHAT RUMPY WROTE FER ME. I'm having serious Tremors fanfiction withdrawals ('cause yes, even we writers sometimes like to just read crap we ain't written), and demanded (begged, really) her to write me something last night. Preferably Burt and Tyler stupid silly bromance stuffs. She did it tonight. And I LOVE IT. It's so cute. And she said she'd write more. I'M EXCITED. And jealous, 'cause I seriously suck at writing b/romance things (or even dreaming them up, really), anD SHE'S SO GOOD AT IT, I HATE HER.
She also simultaneously made fun of herself (a crazy northerner) and me (a Plains girl who's used to warmer climates). I find it utterly hilarious, you may not. Yer loss if you don't.
Okay, enjoy guys.
*DISCLAIMER* RV makes no claim to ow Tremors or its characters. They are the property of S.S. Wilson and ScyFy Entertainment. No profit is made from this writing.
Polar Plunge
"Who the hell ever heard of graboids in the North East."
Tyler sat in the jeep with his knees to his chest and a blanket wrapped tightly around him. It wasn't Burt's jeep, but it was very similar, all open and military-ish, providing absolutely no warmth.
It's not like the tour guide-slash-monster hunter-slash-Burt handler had never been cold before. Desert nights could be freezing, and it's not like it never-ever snowed in Perfection. But he had NOT been prepared for this.
Burt gave him a sideways glance, pausing from piloting a remote-control-truck. "We actually know very little about the range of them, Tyler. Just because they first appeared in the desert doesn't mean that they won't reveal themselves to be able to survive in a multitude of environments. If they are one thing, they are adaptable."
Tyler rolled his eyes. "I just mean, with all the mountains and trees and so many PEOPLE."
He hadn't been prepared for how LONG this cold had lasted. They had been in this little Connecticut costal town for days, and it had only gotten colder. The sun came out, and it was freezing. The sun went down, and it got even worse. Did you know that there was such a thing as it being "too cold to snow"? Tyler had learned that the hard way. He had spent the majority of his life down South- he'd been cold, even freezing before, but right now he was literally cold down to his bones. And nothing he did could warm him up.
And those dumb weird-accented Northerners mocked him, going out in moderate jackets like it didn't really bother them, while all he wanted to do was wrap himself in a heated blanket. And wrap that in a comforter.
Burt just shrugged, turning his attention back to the RC car.
"How did they discover the worm again?" Tyler asked, clenching his jaw to stop the annoying chattering of his teeth.
Burt sighed loudly, giving his partner something akin to a glare. "How many times are you going to make me go over this?"
"As many times as I need to make it make some sense!" he said, finally giving up and covering his face with his blanket.
"Some of the locals were taking the 'polar plunge' and running into the ocean when one got snatched by a graboid," he mumbled.
Just the thought of that ice-cold ocean water made Tyler shiver harder. "I'm never calling you crazy again, Burt. These people have actually made you look completely sane."
"Hm," the survivalist replied distractedly. After a moment Tyler heard a rustling sound and felt something else drape over his shoulders. He peaked out from his tented blanket to see one of the thermal blankets they used to hunt shriekers wrapped around him. Burt had his back to him.
Tyler felt a bit warmer.
No one make corrections about the fact that Burt's truck is a truck and not a jeep, iT'S TOO BEAUTIFUL SO WHO CARES?!
-rabidly fangirling Vlad out
