Oh no it's really short :( But I just had to stop in the place I did :) And I think I made it too obvious through the rest of the chapters but oh well, there's probably one more chapter after this. I say that but you know what I'm like 8-)
Anyway, I don't own anything (only boxsets and a t-shirt) and here's where it starts to get slightly Alternate Universe :)
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Police baffled at identity of the Silhouette
Howard checked the time on the DVD display under the television, it was gone midnight and the film he had been watching with Vince had long since finished. The only reason he hadn't drifted off to bed was because Vince had fallen asleep against him, his head resting neatly on Howard's shoulder. Now he was feeling the strain and was desperate for his own bed but hadn't the heart to wake his best friend, instead he gently slipped the slumbering mod's head off his shoulder and let it flop onto the back of the sofa. Before wandering off to bed himself he dragged Vince's quilt over to the chair and arranged it over his quiet best friend who was still fast asleep.
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It was one in the morning when Howard was woken by a sudden crash, he sat bolt up right in bed and listened carefully. He could hear someone moving about downstairs, quickly he pulled a jumper and some trousers on while straining his hearing then quietly he slipped out of the bedroom and took one glance at the sofa. Vince must have stirred in his sleep, in the dark he could make out the bumpy silhouette of the duvet he had lay over Vince an hour ago. He was still asleep.
Howard thought things through for a minute, he couldn't sneak downstairs unarmed, he hadn't heard in the papers anything about the Silhouette carrying a weapon but then again he didn't know for sure if it was the same person down there. He crept into the kitchen, tiptoeing past the sofa where Vince lay and rummaged as gently as he could through the cupboards before bringing out a large frying pan Bollo had insisted they bought ages ago. It would have to do, Vince was sleeping and wouldn't be much help and Bollo and Naboo were still away on Shaman business, he was totally alone.
He made his way down the stairs careful to avoid the bottom step which creaked loudly whenever someone stood on it, he held the pan high like a baseball bat wishing he had one of those to hand. As he reached the bottom he took a large step over the squeaking step and peered round the wall into the shop. A dark figure, a silhouette indeed, was standing with its back to Howard, hands in pockets, admiring the shelves. A crumpled bag lay on the floor by his feet along with what looked like a bottle, it was too hard to tell. The shop was pitch black and the shutters were down, Howard blinked several times allowing his eyes to focus then gripping the handle of the pan in his sweating palms he lunged for the figure swinging the object with all his strength.
There was a loud clang of metal as it smashed against the skull of the burglar, the figure slumped silently to the floor and lay sprawled in the darkness, the glass bottle was knocked over and rolled away into the darkness. Howard took a deep breath unaware he had held it for a long time and nudged the leg of the person on the floor, when there was no movement from him he kicked his leg a little harder but there was still nothing. Breathing more calmly now, he placed the pan upon the counter and felt around on the wall for the light switch. When he found it he paused and kept his eyes on the man then flicked it filling the room with white light.
The burglar's face lay away from Howard's view, all he saw was the back of a black hood and a hand which was definitely a male's. Slowly Howard made his way over to the figure and crouched down, as he rolled the Silhouette over a gasp escaped his mouth leaving him practically speechless.
All he managed to say was, "Vince?"