This fic is wonderful! It has suspense! And pathos! And hilarity! People do not write nearly enough fics focusing on Jeremy Clarkson bickering with a car.
"No, no," Clarkson dismissed, and opened the door fully. He hesitated again, though, and finally, after running a hand along the steering wheel, added, "Did you know, I always wanted to own a Ford GT."
I actually nearly cried at this. The story of Jeremy and his Ford GT is so heartbreaking.
Jeremy Clarkson wasn't really expecting anything strange to happen that day, so it took him rather by surprise when he stumbled into nothing, fell over, and found himself halfway sprawled over the top of that same nothing shortly after leaving the house.
AHAHAHA, BRILLIANCE.
"Just... stay disappeared for a bit longer. I'll make some statements, get laughed at." He grimaced. "You'd better appreciate this."
I love Jeremy so much in this fic. I can't stop grinning, when I'm not, y'know, in a state of alarm from AAAAH KILLER CAR ATTACK or desperately wanting to hug him when he is being tragically GT-infatuated.
"I can't believe I forgot how annoying you are," Mirage complained. "Shut up, car," Clarkson commanded as they sped around a corner.
I LOVE THEM.
"No one suspects I'm an Autobot, anyway. Almost no one knows we exist!" "Think of it as extra protection, then. You're lucky I'm not charging you for it." "No," Mirage grumbled. "I hate you. You exaggerate, and it's offensive." "If it bothers you that much, you could always leave," Clarkson suggested. "Oh, wait, no, that's right. You can't."
SERIOUSLY. CLARKSON AND MIRAGE: BEST DUO EVER.
I love how Jeremy desperately wants to take Mirage to his top speed. "How about just 300?" Hee!
Clarkson frowned and slouched down in the seat. "I should ask James if he wants to buy you." Mirage knew he'd been insulted, but he couldn't quite figure out how.
Oh, you are wonderful.
IS CLARKSON IMPLYING THAT THE CAR FANCIES HIM? BECAUSE THAT IS SO MUCH GENIUS THAT I MAY FAINT FOR GLEE.
He was a bit surprised with himself, though, when he realized that not only was he not making nearly as many attempts as he had in the beginning, he was also not as anxious to get back.
Awww! You like Clarkson really, Mirage. Admit it.
"What part of shut - Of course I did. How else do you think I got them to leave? Maybe I asked nicely?" "Never can tell with idiots." Mirage ignored the insult, too tired and sore to care. Clarkson was silent for several minutes. Mirage was just beginning to think he'd slipped away when the man unexpectedly leaned over and rested one forearm on Mirage's roof. "You're not... hurt or whatever, are you?"
Hearts! Er. This fic may be making Clarkson/Mirage into A Bit Of An OTP for me.
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"No, no," Clarkson dismissed, and opened the door fully. He hesitated again, though, and finally, after running a hand along the steering wheel, added, "Did you know, I always wanted to own a Ford GT."
I actually nearly cried at this. The story of Jeremy and his Ford GT is so heartbreaking.
Jeremy Clarkson wasn't really expecting anything strange to happen that day, so it took him rather by surprise when he stumbled into nothing, fell over, and found himself halfway sprawled over the top of that same nothing shortly after leaving the house.
AHAHAHA, BRILLIANCE.
"Just... stay disappeared for a bit longer. I'll make some statements, get laughed at." He grimaced. "You'd better appreciate this."
I love Jeremy so much in this fic. I can't stop grinning, when I'm not, y'know, in a state of alarm from AAAAH KILLER CAR ATTACK or desperately wanting to hug him when he is being tragically GT-infatuated.
"I can't believe I forgot how annoying you are," Mirage complained.
"Shut up, car," Clarkson commanded as they sped around a corner.
I LOVE THEM.
"No one suspects I'm an Autobot, anyway. Almost no one knows we exist!"
"Think of it as extra protection, then. You're lucky I'm not charging you for it."
"No," Mirage grumbled. "I hate you. You exaggerate, and it's offensive."
"If it bothers you that much, you could always leave," Clarkson suggested. "Oh, wait, no, that's right. You can't."
SERIOUSLY. CLARKSON AND MIRAGE: BEST DUO EVER.
I love how Jeremy desperately wants to take Mirage to his top speed. "How about just 300?" Hee!
Clarkson frowned and slouched down in the seat. "I should ask James if he wants to buy you."
Mirage knew he'd been insulted, but he couldn't quite figure out how.
Oh, you are wonderful.
IS CLARKSON IMPLYING THAT THE CAR FANCIES HIM? BECAUSE THAT IS SO MUCH GENIUS THAT I MAY FAINT FOR GLEE.
He was a bit surprised with himself, though, when he realized that not only was he not making nearly as many attempts as he had in the beginning, he was also not as anxious to get back.
Awww! You like Clarkson really, Mirage. Admit it.
"What part of shut - Of course I did. How else do you think I got them to leave? Maybe I asked nicely?"
"Never can tell with idiots."
Mirage ignored the insult, too tired and sore to care.
Clarkson was silent for several minutes. Mirage was just beginning to think he'd slipped away when the man unexpectedly leaned over and rested one forearm on Mirage's roof. "You're not... hurt or whatever, are you?"
Hearts! Er. This fic may be making Clarkson/Mirage into A Bit Of An OTP for me.