Lano and Woodley - Santa
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I was challenged to write this over at
lwfanfic in a duel against
robes_of_earth. First time I've ever written L&W. Kinda cute and sweet, isn't it?
The challenge: In no more than 100 words, tell us how Col and Frank spent their first night in gaol (as per the end of the TV series).
So I sat down and wrote this in half an hour. The boys were quite helpful, I think. They may have given me the idea in the first place, cos I had no idea what to write.
Anyway, enough of my babbling.
Title: Santa
Word Count: 100 words (man, that was hard)
Rated: G
Frank lies in his bunk, unable to sleep. One thing is plaguing his thoughts. After some silence, he plucks up the courage to ask.
"Col?"
"What is it Frank?"
"Are we going to get Christmas presents?"
"I don't know, Frank. Why wouldn't we get Christmas presents?"
“You know Santa doesn’t give presents to naughty kids, and well, being in jail, we’ve obviously been naughty, so does that mean Santa won’t bring us any presents? Are we gonna see Santa, Col?”
Col sighs. “Yes, Frankie boy, we’re gonna see Santa. Santa knows we’ve been good, doesn’t he? Now, go to sleep.”
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The challenge: In no more than 100 words, tell us how Col and Frank spent their first night in gaol (as per the end of the TV series).
So I sat down and wrote this in half an hour. The boys were quite helpful, I think. They may have given me the idea in the first place, cos I had no idea what to write.
Anyway, enough of my babbling.
Title: Santa
Word Count: 100 words (man, that was hard)
Rated: G
Frank lies in his bunk, unable to sleep. One thing is plaguing his thoughts. After some silence, he plucks up the courage to ask.
"Col?"
"What is it Frank?"
"Are we going to get Christmas presents?"
"I don't know, Frank. Why wouldn't we get Christmas presents?"
“You know Santa doesn’t give presents to naughty kids, and well, being in jail, we’ve obviously been naughty, so does that mean Santa won’t bring us any presents? Are we gonna see Santa, Col?”
Col sighs. “Yes, Frankie boy, we’re gonna see Santa. Santa knows we’ve been good, doesn’t he? Now, go to sleep.”