Disclaimer: I don't own HitchHikers, the great Douglas Adams does. I also don't own the song "Two of Us". Michael Jackson does. Unfortunately.
This is my fist HitchHikers fic. Sort of. Takes place about two days before Earth is destroyed. Based on the song 'Two of Us" by The Beatles. Most of the song doesn't fit, just the idea of two friends going home. So, it's a songfic, I guess.
Two of Us
Two of us riding nowhere
Spending someone's
Hard earned pay
You and me Sunday driving
Not arriving
On our way back home
We're on our way home
We're on our way home
We're going home
Ford and Arthur were walking to Arthur's home from the Red Lion late one evening. Ford was considerably drunk (What else is new?) and Arthur wasn't much better.
'Going home' Ford thought. 'I'll finally be home'. He'd picked up signals from his Sub-Etha radio yesterday.
Two of us sending postcards
Writing letters
On my wall
You and me burning matches
Lifting latches
On our way back home
We're on our way home
We're on our way home
We're going home
You and I have memories
Longer than the road that stretches out ahead
Ford had decided that he'd have to take Arthur with him. Soon after meeting him Ford realized that Arthur Dent may be the single dullest sentient being in existence. He had also realized that Earth may be the single dullest planet in existence. He'd come to this conclusion: Arthur would have been far less dull had he lived his life on a more exiting planet.
Ford had also decided that it wasn't too late for Arthur to become more interesting.
Two of us wearing raincoats
Standing solo
In the sun
You and me chasing paper
Getting nowhere
On our way back home
We're on our way home
We're on our way home
We're going home
You and I have memories
Longer than the road that stretches out ahead
Another thing Ford had decided was not to tell Arthur until the very last possible minute. If he was previously informed, he'd probably have some sort of breakdown. Or worse, refuse to join him.
'Arthur will love Hitchhiking across the Universe, as soon as he gets used to the idea.' Ford had convinced himself. Deep in the back of his mind, Ford knew that this was not true, but Ford very rarely explored the back of his mind, so it didn't bother him too much.
'Home.' Ford thought again. It would be great.
We're going home
You better believe it
Good-bye
Ford started whistling a song he'd heard on the radio earlier that day.
"Ford, what are you whistling?" Arthur asked. It sounded vaguely familiar.
"Oh, it's called 'Two of Us'." Ford said.
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Hope you liked it! Also, I slipped the title of another Beatles song in here. Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters for whoever finds it.