Title: Old Brown Shoe
By: HF
Email: aesc36 @gmail.com
Pairing: Danny/Martin
Rating/Warnings: PG? Not much to warn about, really.
Disclaimers: Without a Trace belongs to Jerry Bruckheimer, CBS, and other people. I can't tell you how much this depresses me.
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frogy, in which Martin is confronted with a bit of sparkly clothing. By coincidence, I had been listening to George Harrison's "Old Brown Shoe" at the time, and I was compelled to keep exploring the theme. It's probably a good thing, considering the other stuff I'm working on at the moment is depressing :/
The original sentence is: "Absolutely no way," he tells Danny for the tenth time, but Danny isn't listening, just smirking and holding out this horrible, terrifying shirt, all shine and sparkle with metallic threads, way too hip for a guy like Martin Fitzgerald, and all Martin can do is sigh and accept his fate--and the shirt, and Danny's triumphant grin.
( stepping out of this old brown shoe )
By: HF
Email: aesc36 @gmail.com
Pairing: Danny/Martin
Rating/Warnings: PG? Not much to warn about, really.
Disclaimers: Without a Trace belongs to Jerry Bruckheimer, CBS, and other people. I can't tell you how much this depresses me.
Advertisements: sparkly shirts, sensible shoes
Notes: This sort of Occurred after I wrote a fic sentence for
frogy, in which Martin is confronted with a bit of sparkly clothing. By coincidence, I had been listening to George Harrison's "Old Brown Shoe" at the time, and I was compelled to keep exploring the theme. It's probably a good thing, considering the other stuff I'm working on at the moment is depressing :/The original sentence is: "Absolutely no way," he tells Danny for the tenth time, but Danny isn't listening, just smirking and holding out this horrible, terrifying shirt, all shine and sparkle with metallic threads, way too hip for a guy like Martin Fitzgerald, and all Martin can do is sigh and accept his fate--and the shirt, and Danny's triumphant grin.
( stepping out of this old brown shoe )
