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A/N – Sorry if this chapter's a bit rubbish. I wanted to update 'cause I didn't want to leave myself on tenterhooks but I had really bad writers block at the same time, So I'm not entirly happy with how the ending turned out. ALSO SLASH!! NOT EXPLICIT IN ANYWAY BUT UNUSUAL PAIRING!!
Howard fell through the air. Straight through a window and landed… on the Boosh sofa? It didn't seem like he had ever gone away. Vince meanwhile, was a different story and Howard tried to be worried. He really did. But something in his mind blocked it out. It told him that Vince would be fine, and that someone in another world will look after him, treat him well, and tell him things he could only dream of.
Vince meanwhile was found by a rather good-looking man out with his girlfriend. Well, to be more specific, Vince appeared out of no-where, in a club in Kentish town, and crashed into this man while his girlfriend was getting drinks. To be even more specific, Vince appeared out of no-where, in a club in Kentish town, and crashed into Noel Fielding while Dee Plume was at the bar, getting drinks.
"Whoa, sorry, mate…"
The two men stared at each other for what felt like an hour but was only probably about 4 seconds.
And, for the first time in history, Noel Fielding stammered with his words.
"So…erm…Just… like… could you come with me.. for.. a minute, maybe?"
All Vince could do was nod shakily at this wondrous creature. Noel motioned to Dee at the bar that he was gonna go home, but told her to go and join Sue for the night, as he was feeling too sick to shag. They staggered through the club, Noel – too drunk to walk properly, let alone think as to why a guy looking exactly like him has showed up, and Vince – too shaken up by his experience.
They stumbled outside and leaned on the barrier surrounding the Thames and Noel spoke. "So, what's your name?"
Come on, he had to check.
"Vince Noir, rock and roll star! What's yours?"
"Noel Fielding, comedian extraordinaire!"
"Cool!"
"Yeah…Listen, d'ya wanna come back to my place? Nothing gay about it. I swear!" All the while Noel was thinking "He's YOU! It'd be, basically, masturbating! That's not bad! And you know you're just scared of the paparazzi, trying to prove you're not gay, with all these girls. You know you're just leading Dee on. You're not attracted to her anymore. You're attracted to Russell, Julian…Vince. And you know that if this got out a million fanfiction writers would punch the air!"
That was when Noel realised Vince had said, "Yeah sure." And had flagged a taxi. Noel told the guy his address and exchanged easy banter with Vince the whole way home.
Once back to Noel's flat they went through the door and into the living room.
"D'ya want a drink?"
"Erm, yeah, sure. Double Vodka'd be genius!"
"'Kay. Bathroom's over there if you need it, feel free to look round."
Vince got up and wandered round the whole flat. Bright colours everywhere. Exactly how Vince'd want his house in a few years time. Vince was starting to look at Noel as though he was some sort of god! But THANK god Vince didn't notice what was written on the pile of papers in front of him. MIGHTY BOOSH MOVIE: IDEAS
A few (hundred) drinks later and they were officially pissed. Rolling on the floor, laughing, tickling and wrestling. Noel landed, sprawled on top of Vince. He pushed up on his arms and looked at Vince beneath him. Hair messy, eyeliner smudged. Probably how Noel himself looked. Vince blinked up at him with those bright blue eyes, drawing Noel in. Noel leaned down, and closed the gap between their lips.