Disclaimer: The characters used in this story are completely fictional and are NOT mine. They are credited to Edgar Wright and Simon Pegg since they are the truly awesome ones here. ;3 I don't own any characters or names, but the story is my own.

A/N: Hey everyone! I really appreciate all the favs the first chapter got; makes me really happy, and I guess I'm doing something right, right? xD You guys didn't come here to listen to me ramble on, though, so let's talk about what you DID come here for.

I feel quite sad that this chapter is so much shorter than I really intended it to be. In fact, it's 2,800+ words, and the first chapter has 4,300+! Reason for this is because where I was heading after the end of what was written here, felt more appropriate to be placed in the next chapter. So I apologize if this chapter is a little boring, but I think it's an important one to move the story along, so hopefully you can forgive me!

I wish I could say I'll update weekly, but that most likely will not happen. I actually write this story while my boyfriend is out of the house, and since he's home at least three days a week, and I have class five days of the week (My college goes year round so I'll graduate sooner), the times I get to write this consist of when I'm home and he's not, or when he's asleep and I'm up in the early hours of the morning. I write as much as I can when he isn't around, though, and seeing as my finals are at an end this Friday, I won't have to worry about anything big for another month or two. Sorry to say, but don't expect another chapter update before August 8th, as I'll be out of town in the wilderness for the week prior. So perhaps by August 14th I'll have the third chapter up!

That's really all for updates! Don't be shy to review, and I hope you enjoy chapter 2! C:

The sun had barely risen when Nicholas finally woke up. As always when he slept at Danny's, his head had ended up in the nape of Danny's neck, with Danny leaning his head atop Nicholas's. He carefully sat up, holding Danny's head and pushing him upright. Danny was snoring lightly, and before Nicholas could stand, Danny leaned over onto Nicholas's shoulder. Nicholas sighed, propped up Danny, slipped out and off the couch, and laid him down. He brushed off his shirt, and playfully scoffed at Danny, cracking a smile.

He looked down at his watch; 5:47am. He was up earlier than normal, and decided he could go to his house for workout attire, do his morning jog, and come back to Danny's for some breakfast. Making his way to the kitchen, he fiddled with the coffee pot and got it started. If he timed everything well, it should be done by the time he was back making breakfast. With that taken care of, he did a quick sweep of the living room to make sure he had what he needed, put on his shoes, and headed out the door. He left so fast, he didn't even hear Danny shift in his sleep and mumble, "Nic'las…"

In twenty minutes, Nicholas was dressed and running out his front door. A few months after the NWA were taken down Nicholas finally got the house that had been waiting for him, although it happened to be a duplex, but he couldn't complain. It resembled a smaller and quainter version of the former police station, complete with vines growing on the sides of the red brick walls. He jogged in place as he locked his door, and headed down the path to his gate. As he made his way across his lawn he adjusted his red workout gloves; fingerless, but still covered his palms where most of the scarring was. He undid the latch, running out, and let it shut behind him.

He made his way into town, and was greeted by the other early birds of Sanford, which were very few in number. Making his way through the main strip, he stopped to buy some eggs and milk from the market. While the man behind the counter, Ms. Roper's apparent replacement, rang up the eggs, Nicholas grabbed a copy of The Sanford Citizen to add to his purchases.

While digging through his pocket for change, he heard a familiar voice.

"Oh, Angel," Katherine walked up to stand behind Nicholas in line, her blonde hair thrown into a ponytail. "Good morning! I didn't get to see you off last night."

"Ahh well, we left pretty late, I'm sorry," he handed over his change to the clerk, and grabbed his bag of purchases off the counter. "I'm off. I'll talk to you later Ms. Swallow." He was about to walk out the door.

"Oh hold on!" Katherine grabbed a copy of the newspaper, and tossed her change onto the counter, running over to Nicholas. "What are you doing up so early?"

"That seems rather nosy, Ms. Swallow," Not to be rude, Nicholas stood outside waiting for Katherine, "I was just doing my morning run."

"How dedicated you are," she swooned. "And please, call me Katherine." Nicholas nodded slightly that he understood. "Are you busy, Angel?"

"If we're on first name basis, you can call me Nicholas, and yes," he waved his free hand, "I have to get ready before my shift starts, so if you'll excuse me-"

"What time is your shift?" She blurted.

"Err eight, but-"

"Well, it's only a quarter to seven. Why don't we get some breakfast together?" She scooted closer to Nicholas.

"While that is a nice gesture, Katherine, I already have plans." He turned his body away slightly, trying to signal that he wanted to leave.

"Plans? Eating alone are you?"

"No, I'm eating with Danny-" Nicholas closed his mouth quickly. "What I mean is we happen to eat at the same time; at the station," he adverted his eyes from Katherine's gaze.

"Then if it's just coincidence, you should join me. Switch up the norm a bit." She studied his face, "There wouldn't be anything wrong with that, would there?"

Nicholas scratched the back of his neck, "The thing is Katherine," he hesitated, "I think…" He sighed, "I didn't terribly appreciate your treatment of my partner and friend last night, so pardon me for being slightly apprehensive of your offer."

"Oh," Katherine looked like she had just been slapped. "I think we got off on a bad start. I shouldn't have treated the sergeant in such a way. I suppose I was having an off-night. I apologize." Her smile didn't look entirely sincere, but Nicholas accepted it anyway.

"Thank you," Nicholas nodded. "I still have to decline breakfast this morning, but maybe another time."

"Really?" She clasped her hands together in excitement.

"Sure," Nicholas looked at his watch. "I really must go now. I have to get to Danny's and start breakfast." He started to turn away.

"I thought you said you were eating at the station?"Katherine cocked her head to the side in confusion.

"Ahh, well we..." He felt like he was sweating, "I have to go. See you Katherine." Nicholas started up his jog, leaving Katherine standing outside the market in a daze.

What's wrong with me? He thought watching his feet as he ran. There's nothing wrong with a bloke making his good friend some breakfast at his place… After spending the night there… Sleeping together on the couch. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. I shouldn't have to lie. What's between Danny and I is just healthy friendship. He carried on jogging towards Danny's flat.

Nicholas rapped his knuckles against Danny's door and heard stirring on the other side. Since he had left it unlocked on his way out, Nicholas pushed the door open and walked into the living room.

Danny was at least upright, but he had clearly just woken up. He yawned and stretched his arms above his head before turning to acknowledge his friend, "G'morning. Just finish yer run?" He scratched the back of his head.

"Yup, got us stuff for breakfast too," Nicholas lifted the bag a little to show Danny. "Eggs, bacon, and toast good?"

"Yeah that sounds great," Danny stood up and rubbed his eyes. "I'm gonna take a quick shower, then."

"Go ahead, I'll be in the kitchen." Nicholas headed to the kitchen, set down the bag on the table, and rinsed off his hands. He pulled a pan from the cupboard, added some butter to it, and set it on the gas range, igniting it and turning it down low. He could hear the shower running in the next room.

He opened Danny's refrigerator and turned his face away to gag; something was seriously rotten in there. Nicholas located the offender but had no idea what it actually was, as it was just a dark, squishy, and even juicy substance on a plate. He pulled the plate out, and to his comfort, it was only a paper plate, so he wouldn't have to try and clean off whatever this abomination was. He took the plate to the trash, and dropped it in, pushing it down with a paper towel. He coughed, trying to find good air to breathe, and backed off from the trash can, returning to the fridge and locating the bacon, which thankfully was still good. Hmm, he thought, closing the door, bacon in hand. I'll have to clean that out sometime… Maybe after work today.

Nicholas laid out four strips of bacon into the pan, greeted by the sizzle each piece was making. He slid over to the bread box, and took out two slices, dropping them into the toaster and pushing the button downward to get them cooking.

Finally he just needed to prepare the eggs. Nicholas got out a bowl and fork, put them on the counter, and went to open the bag from the market. He took out the carton of eggs, and bottle of milk, and set them beside the bowl, and grabbed an egg to start cracking. One, two, three, fo—The egg slipped after being cracked open and hit Nicholas's shirt before making a splat on the kitchen floor.

"Oh bloody," Nicholas mumbled looking down at his white and now partially yellow shirt. He flipped it over his head, and moved to the sink. Slipping off his gloves, he grabbed the soap and sponge and started to scrub at what he hoped wouldn't become a stain. With the water running, he didn't even hear Danny step into the kitchen behind him.

"You makin' me breakfast with a nudie show now?" Danny laughed, and made his way over to see what the fuss in the sink was all about.

"Very funny, Danny," Nicholas continued to scrub until he was darn sure there wasn't any egg left. He wrung the shirt out over the sink, shook it out, and hung it over a cabinet knob. He dried off his hands, picked up his gloves, and put them back on.

"It's only me, ya' know," Danny's tone sounded disappointed, and a bit sad. "You don't have to wear gloves around me."

"Yes I do," said Nicholas adjusting them. "It's disgusting to look at."

"But it's just me, so what does it matter?" He tilted his head, watching Nicholas fumble.

"It matters because it's you," Nicholas said firmly, wiggling his fingers through the holes. "They look practically grotesque, and taking your feelings into consideration, you shouldn't have to deal with them."

Danny frowned looking up into Nicholas's face, who was reaching for another egg from the carton. "Well," he spoke up. "I like you the way you are, so it doesn't matter to me what your hands look like, as long as you're still you." He turned around, grabbed two mugs from one of the upper cabinets, and headed towards the coffee pot, with it's contents bubbling and ready to be served.

Nicholas said nothing in response since arguing seemed like it would get him nowhere. He cracked the new egg into the bowl, poured in some milk, and started to whisk; he heard Danny sit down at the table beside him. Setting the bowl back down, he walked over to the pan of bacon, and satisfied with how it looked, scooped it out, and placed the slices onto a paper towel. He ran the pan under some water in the sink, rinsing out the grease left behind, and returned the pan to the stove.

"So," he began, "I ran into the new girl from the pub this morning."

"Oh?" Danny had unfolded the newspaper, and was in the middle of reading the front page; something about the annual judgment for the 'Best Village' award coming up. He blew at his coffee, "How'd that go?" He took a sip.

"Ahh… fine…" Nicholas sounded a little tense, and poured the egg mixture into the pan. "She apologized for her actions last night; her being rude and all." He scraped the eggs around with the spatula, and heard the toaster pop, "Would you get that?"

Danny got up from his chair, grabbed two plates from the shelf and grabbed the toast, tossing it down onto the plates, shaking his hands and mumbling, 'hot, hot, hot.' "I s'pose that was must have been hard for her." He put his plate down in front of his chair, and Nicholas's plate opposite of him, and made his way for the butter-boat that rested near the stove top.

"Ha, yeah seemed like it," Nicholas laughed lightly, and continued mixing the eggs. "The thing is I told her I'd have breakfast with her sometime."

Danny was already back at the table, spreading some butter onto his toast with a knife, "Oh yeah?" He didn't seem to mind the idea, "When are you gonna do that?"

Nicholas brought the pan of eggs to the side of the table and scooped them out and onto their plates, "I wanted to ask when would be a good time for you. Or rather, when are we not planning to have breakfast together?" He turned around, returning the pan to the stove, and grabbed the bacon.

"Oh," Danny looked surprised, and watched Nicholas place two strips of bacon onto his plate beside the eggs. "I uh, didn't know we planned this sort of stuff. I thought it was more coincidence and convenience."

Nicholas stood slightly hunched over, pushing his share onto his plate, and froze up a little, "Ah." He recomposed himself, and stood up, wadding up the paper towel, and tossed it into the trash across the room. "I considered it something of a tradition to eat together with you. But if you'd rather do something else-"

"No, no, I'm not saying that at all!" Danny exclaimed, almost flicking the eggs off of his fork. "I just didn't know you did this because you enjoyed it." He scooped some of his eggs into his mouth and chewed. He spoke up again before he was finished, "If that is the case," he swallowed, "then how about next Monday morning? Might be a good way to start yer week."

Nicholas had been eating his toast while carefully listening to Danny, "Oh good." He nodded thinking aloud, "I didn't want to compromise a possible pub and movie night, since I'd need the morning after." He finished up his toast, filling the air with loud crunching.

"Hey, I like our pub and movie nights!" Danny pouted, and sipped his coffee.

"I do too! I wasn't being sarcastic," Nicholas laughed. "I'm always weary of upcoming events since I don't want them to get in the way of our relaxation time together."

Danny smiled through eating his bacon, "So you like hanging out with me outside of work?"

"Of course I do," Nicholas looked slightly taken aback. "If I didn't, you would know, wouldn't you?" He put his coffee mug to his lips and took a long drink.

"Hmm s'pose I would," Danny nodded, smiling.

"In that case, it's settled. I'll report back to Ms. Swallow and arrange breakfast together." Nicholas was looking down at his plate, and started taking apart his eggs to eat.

"You make it sound like a job," Danny chuckled.

"Well, with her, I have a feeling it's going to be one."

Danny was buttoning up his shirt, watching Nicholas out of the corner of his eyes, who was tying his shoelaces. They had made it into the station about two minutes earlier, and had quickly changed into their uniforms. While Nicholas straightened himself out and was making sure nothing was out of place, the Andy's walked into the locker room.

"Oy lookit that, Andy," Cartwright jeered, throwing his head over his shoulder to look at his partner. "The married couple beat us 'ere this mornin' again."

Nicholas rolled his eyes, "Oh, ha ha; I almost forgot to laugh that was so funny."

"At least you know what a laugh is now," Wainwright scoffed, elbowing Cartwright as if looking for some support.

"Well," Danny adjusted his cap, "you two come in together every mornin' too. I say you're more a married couple then we are."

Nicholas smirked, and nodded in agreement to Danny, who apparently was very proud of such a come-back, judging by his beaming smile.

"Now, now," Cartwright stood beside Wainwright as they opened their lockers and started to dress. "Let's not make this into some sort of gay love affair."

Walker strolled into the room, mumbling something that caused the boys, excluding Nicholas who still needed someone to translate Walker's speech for him, to burst into laughs. Danny slammed his locker door shut, "Gonna go do an early mornin' patrol; comin' Chief?" He turned to Nicholas who was just shutting up his locker.

"Can you wait out in the car?" He raised his brow, "I'll be there in a moment; I have to make a call."

Danny gave a quick nod, "Sure thing." He turned and left the room, Nicholas a few steps behind him.

"Pussy-whipped," Wainwright mumbled playfully, giving the rest of the locker room patrons a good chuckle.