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Not exactly Remus/Sirius, but it can be thought of. Basically post OotP. I like sitting in the back of a car on long rides, just thinking and looking out the window. So that was the inspiration for this.

Orange Horizon

It's quiet. Way too quiet.

Actually, the distant rumbling of the car keeps Remus awake instead of the usual distant laughter ringing in his ear. Sweat trickles in streams down his back, gluing his shirt to his skin. The world is one big oven.

But he likes driving.

So he does. The sunlight creeps in, golden, on his face. Through the window, it shines and would have blinded him if not for the dark glasses framing his honey colored eyes.

Just follow the highway and see where it gets you, if you care.

Sometimes Remus likes to drive by himself, so his gaze can stray to the flailing cattails in the dry scenery that zooms past him in the window. Smell the country breeze weaving with the wispy clouds.

Lean back and let it take control. For a while. You know, he liked driving, too.

Sometimes he likes it with the company of someone else, so they can look at funny city names, count the signs, and find weird license plates.

Yeah, he liked doing that.

"No, stop it, Remus…" he mutters to himself, strumming fingers on the steering wheel, blazing hot from the heat. His palms are almost sizzling.

Still, he counts, by himself, thirteen speed limit signs, four sandbags and the carcass of some animal that died long ago.

The signs, sandbags and road kill are just signs, sandbags and road kill.

He would have something to say. He would have made us get out of the car to make a shrine or something weird like that.

His life has become one bright blur, and he's the only one moving in slow motion. But it feels like he's stopped, dead, in time.

Well that can't be right. He is, not you. You're still driving, aren't you? Aren't you?

"Driving… where? Why?"

Driving… change lanes, pull a U-ee once in a while... take the next exit or follow that one sign. Or just keep going in the same direction for a few hours. Yeah. But no matter what he does, there's only so many places he can go.

And for what purpose? For who?

Because when he takes up the wheel, the cruise just feels empty. There's no life in the engine and no life in the driver. Every roaring city and crazy town is the same to him. The people are the same.

It's still really quiet… you know… without-

Remus sighs and drags a hand over to the buttons on the dashboard. He needs music. Now.

But a few taps and beeps later, only the blank buzzing floods the car.

Oh yeah. Fucking radio doesn't work. It was him that broke it.

"Don't blame him. It's not his fault… Not his fault that he…" Remus mutters to his reflection in the rearview mirror. He mops his forehead, baking in the rich coral light.

Whatever. You just walk out on all your problems and drive away. Away from it all because you can't face 'em like a man.

"No I'm not… I'm looking for a place to deal with it. Not run away from it."

Sure.

It's true. He's constantly stealing glances outside the windows, in hopes that he'd be there, standing on the side of the road, in a patch of gravelly dirt, traveling cloak shielding his sleek hair from the sunlight, bag at his feet, hand up, thumb jabbed in the direction he was already headed, a hopeful grin on his handsome face.

And how, how Remus longs to pull over and pop open the door to let in the hitch-hiker, Sirius Black.

But he isn't even there.

And no choice is left to him but to keep driving alone, to become a distant and forgotten speck, in the orange horizon. Which he knows he'll never reach.