[fic] Knock It Off! | CSI:Miami/View Askewniverse | Horatio; Jay And Silent Bob
Title: Knock It Off!
Rating: PG-13 for some language
Word Count: 269
Fandom: CSI: Miami/The works of Kevin Smith
Characters: Horatio, Jay And Silent Bob
Warnings/Spoilers: Absolutely none, except for some language due to the crazy action of one Jesus loving druggie…
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything, I just roll with it XD
A/N: Okay, so tanzensiemit and I are not allowed to chat at 2:30 in the morning (at least that’s what time it was for me) because then we talk about Horatio’s sunglasses holding some crazy superpowers and snail invasions….
Anyways, long story short the general subject made me burst into a fit of giggles, and those of you who have ever seen ‘Mall Rats’ will know that Jay has had quite enough of powers of any kind.
Here is a clip of Jay’s intolerance for Jedi mind powers, from Mall Rats if you want to see it.
The morning sun was welcomed as Horatio stood outside his crime lab on the front stairs, a place he was commonly found.
But the sun was bright, and thus Horatio was sporting, as always, his shades.
Did he ever remove them?
Few knew the answer to the question.
So absorbed in his thoughts, the red headed detective failed to notice the unmistakable sounds of feet pounding the pavement.
Until his sunglasses were smacked clear off his face and onto the ground.
“Knock it off!”
Horatio blinked, trying to focus on the two figures that stood before him. One, the smaller of the two (height wise anyways), was standing back. His posture screamed ‘I really don’t give a damn’. The other, the taller lankier one, was glaring at him.
“What?” Was all the lieutenant could sputter out.
“You heard me! You, prancing around with those fucking shades as if you were Neo from the fucking Matrix or something. They don’t give you no damn superpowers. It’s like I’m always telling Silent Bob here, if His Grace wanted to give humans powers extraordinaire, we’d have fucking midgets flying all over the fucking place…”
Silent Bob nodded with a slight shrug.
“It’s not cool man. Jeeze.” Jay puffed before turning back to his hetero soul-mate, “Man, let’s go Silent B.”
With a nod, the two turned and walked away, not that they went very far. A few steps down the ramp found them leaning against the side of the building.
Jay pulled out some lip chap.
Horatio looked from them to his sunglasses on the ground.
Then he turned and went inside.
Rating: PG-13 for some language
Word Count: 269
Fandom: CSI: Miami/The works of Kevin Smith
Characters: Horatio, Jay And Silent Bob
Warnings/Spoilers: Absolutely none, except for some language due to the crazy action of one Jesus loving druggie…
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything, I just roll with it XD
A/N: Okay, so tanzensiemit and I are not allowed to chat at 2:30 in the morning (at least that’s what time it was for me) because then we talk about Horatio’s sunglasses holding some crazy superpowers and snail invasions….
Anyways, long story short the general subject made me burst into a fit of giggles, and those of you who have ever seen ‘Mall Rats’ will know that Jay has had quite enough of powers of any kind.
Here is a clip of Jay’s intolerance for Jedi mind powers, from Mall Rats if you want to see it.
The morning sun was welcomed as Horatio stood outside his crime lab on the front stairs, a place he was commonly found.
But the sun was bright, and thus Horatio was sporting, as always, his shades.
Did he ever remove them?
Few knew the answer to the question.
So absorbed in his thoughts, the red headed detective failed to notice the unmistakable sounds of feet pounding the pavement.
Until his sunglasses were smacked clear off his face and onto the ground.
“Knock it off!”
Horatio blinked, trying to focus on the two figures that stood before him. One, the smaller of the two (height wise anyways), was standing back. His posture screamed ‘I really don’t give a damn’. The other, the taller lankier one, was glaring at him.
“What?” Was all the lieutenant could sputter out.
“You heard me! You, prancing around with those fucking shades as if you were Neo from the fucking Matrix or something. They don’t give you no damn superpowers. It’s like I’m always telling Silent Bob here, if His Grace wanted to give humans powers extraordinaire, we’d have fucking midgets flying all over the fucking place…”
Silent Bob nodded with a slight shrug.
“It’s not cool man. Jeeze.” Jay puffed before turning back to his hetero soul-mate, “Man, let’s go Silent B.”
With a nod, the two turned and walked away, not that they went very far. A few steps down the ramp found them leaning against the side of the building.
Jay pulled out some lip chap.
Horatio looked from them to his sunglasses on the ground.
Then he turned and went inside.