Drabble - Sweet Ride
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arwingyoshiTitle: Sweet Ride
Summary: After a typical robbery, Ed and Rummy try to steal a getaway car. Only problem is that this is no ordinary car. Boondocks/TFA crossover.
Characters: Ed Wuncler III, Gin Rummy, Lockdown
Rating: R, for language. Including casual use of a certain N-word.
AN: So, my newest interest is The Boondocks, especially the characters Ed and Rummy. I want to write some slash fics with them, once I get bitten by a decent enough bunny. Until then, have a minor Transformers Animated crossover. Yeah, this is a plot we've seen a thousand times in other fics, but I just couldn't resist. Just a quick dabble, nothing special. Has not been beta-read.
Things had started out so normally. The sun was shining, people were out doing their daily routines and the smell of McWuncler filled the air. Also, Ed Wuncler III and Gin Rummy chose to engage in criminal activity that morning.
Typical stuff, really: just break into the bank - owned by Ed Sr. nonetheless - and get the loot. Rummy made sure Ed wore his earplugs this time, and yet he still forgot to ask for the money. They did beat their old record by completing the robbery in about nineteen minutes. Rummy kicked himself for messing up again, but things were looking up, if only slightly.
Then Ed’s car ran out of gas only a few blocks from the bank.
"Oh that’s just fuckin’ perfect,” Rummy growled. The former soldier was glad Riley wasn’t here. Kid would never stop bitching about this. “Now what?”
"Man, we need some new wheels," Ed said. Even though nobody was coming after them and the sound of police sirens were nowhere to be heard, Rummy wasn't going to assume there was no need for a quick getaway. After all, just because there was no proof that someone was trying to stop them didn’t mean there wasn’t anyone trying. There was also the option of siphoning gas, but that would take too long.
The two left Ed’s car and scanned the street for potential getaway cars. Ed saw none that he liked, much to Rummy's chagrin. Everything was either the wrong color or the wrong model, the way the redhead saw it. "Just pick somethin', bitch!" The blonde snapped.
"Jus' hold on, would’ja!" Ed snapped back. The former soldier walked a little further down the block and, just to see if anything was there, looked down an alley perpendicular to the right side of the street. Suddenly his green eyes widened and a grin spread across his face. "My nigga, I think I found our new ride."
Ed gestured for his partner to come closer and look down the alley. Curious, Rummy walked over to the redhead and turned to face the alley. A look of interest crossed his face when he saw Ed’s designated car.
It was a muscle car, probably a custom model. Green and black paint coated it, spikes decorated its hood and wheels, and its windows were tinted red. Rummy had to admit, that was the most badass, motherfuckin' car ever. Whoever owned it probably parked it here so nobody would see it.
Without wasting another second, the two criminals stepped towards the car. It looked even better up close. Ed ran a hand across its hood, trailing up its windshield to brush against a spike on the top. The heir couldn't wait to get behind its wheel and zoom off with it. The redhead tugged the handle of the driver's side, finding it unlocked. "Oh fuck yeah. Jus' keeps gettin' better and better."
Ed climbed into the car, while Rummy got in the passenger seat. Even the inside was sweet. Ed wrapped a hand around the chain steering wheel and used the other to stroke the metal skull on the stick shift.
"Oh yeah, gonna take this car 'round town later," Ed said. "Show it to some bitches. Bitches'll dig this thing."
"Jus’ start the fuckin' thing, nigga," Rummy said impatiently.
"A'right, a'right, just gimme a sec," Ed examined the ignition. Remembering Riley’s granddad’s car, he looked for a push button starter, but found none. Guess he'd have to do this the hard way.
Ed began to slide down his seat so he could hotwire the car when he heard a low groan. The redhead sat up and looked at his partner, "The fuck was that?"
"The fuck was what?" The blonde gave Ed a questioning look.
The groan came again, and Ed could swear he felt a small tremor. "Huh... what the…?"
Now that Rummy heard. "You say somethin', Ed?"
"I didn't say nothin'," the heir replied.
The tremor came again, only stronger and accompanied with the sound of an engine revving. "What the slag're you doing in here, meatbags?" Ed and Rummy looked at each other with surprise, and a trace of panic. That was defiantly not either of their voices.
"Out!" The disembodied voice shouted. "Both of you!"
The two criminals didn't even think about disobeying. They quickly opened the doors and scrambled out, running into the street.
"Take a quick stasis nap, and meatbags think they got the right to touch you," the car grumbled before driving off, leaving a very stunned Ed and Rummy in the dust.
After the silence had gone on for a minute, Ed turned to his partner, "The fuck just happened?"
"No fuckin' clue," Rummy replied. "But you ain't never pickin’ the car again." The two made their way back to Ed’s nice and silent car. Maybe there was time to siphon some gas after all.
The End
Summary: After a typical robbery, Ed and Rummy try to steal a getaway car. Only problem is that this is no ordinary car. Boondocks/TFA crossover.
Characters: Ed Wuncler III, Gin Rummy, Lockdown
Rating: R, for language. Including casual use of a certain N-word.
AN: So, my newest interest is The Boondocks, especially the characters Ed and Rummy. I want to write some slash fics with them, once I get bitten by a decent enough bunny. Until then, have a minor Transformers Animated crossover. Yeah, this is a plot we've seen a thousand times in other fics, but I just couldn't resist. Just a quick dabble, nothing special. Has not been beta-read.
Things had started out so normally. The sun was shining, people were out doing their daily routines and the smell of McWuncler filled the air. Also, Ed Wuncler III and Gin Rummy chose to engage in criminal activity that morning.
Typical stuff, really: just break into the bank - owned by Ed Sr. nonetheless - and get the loot. Rummy made sure Ed wore his earplugs this time, and yet he still forgot to ask for the money. They did beat their old record by completing the robbery in about nineteen minutes. Rummy kicked himself for messing up again, but things were looking up, if only slightly.
Then Ed’s car ran out of gas only a few blocks from the bank.
"Oh that’s just fuckin’ perfect,” Rummy growled. The former soldier was glad Riley wasn’t here. Kid would never stop bitching about this. “Now what?”
"Man, we need some new wheels," Ed said. Even though nobody was coming after them and the sound of police sirens were nowhere to be heard, Rummy wasn't going to assume there was no need for a quick getaway. After all, just because there was no proof that someone was trying to stop them didn’t mean there wasn’t anyone trying. There was also the option of siphoning gas, but that would take too long.
The two left Ed’s car and scanned the street for potential getaway cars. Ed saw none that he liked, much to Rummy's chagrin. Everything was either the wrong color or the wrong model, the way the redhead saw it. "Just pick somethin', bitch!" The blonde snapped.
"Jus' hold on, would’ja!" Ed snapped back. The former soldier walked a little further down the block and, just to see if anything was there, looked down an alley perpendicular to the right side of the street. Suddenly his green eyes widened and a grin spread across his face. "My nigga, I think I found our new ride."
Ed gestured for his partner to come closer and look down the alley. Curious, Rummy walked over to the redhead and turned to face the alley. A look of interest crossed his face when he saw Ed’s designated car.
It was a muscle car, probably a custom model. Green and black paint coated it, spikes decorated its hood and wheels, and its windows were tinted red. Rummy had to admit, that was the most badass, motherfuckin' car ever. Whoever owned it probably parked it here so nobody would see it.
Without wasting another second, the two criminals stepped towards the car. It looked even better up close. Ed ran a hand across its hood, trailing up its windshield to brush against a spike on the top. The heir couldn't wait to get behind its wheel and zoom off with it. The redhead tugged the handle of the driver's side, finding it unlocked. "Oh fuck yeah. Jus' keeps gettin' better and better."
Ed climbed into the car, while Rummy got in the passenger seat. Even the inside was sweet. Ed wrapped a hand around the chain steering wheel and used the other to stroke the metal skull on the stick shift.
"Oh yeah, gonna take this car 'round town later," Ed said. "Show it to some bitches. Bitches'll dig this thing."
"Jus’ start the fuckin' thing, nigga," Rummy said impatiently.
"A'right, a'right, just gimme a sec," Ed examined the ignition. Remembering Riley’s granddad’s car, he looked for a push button starter, but found none. Guess he'd have to do this the hard way.
Ed began to slide down his seat so he could hotwire the car when he heard a low groan. The redhead sat up and looked at his partner, "The fuck was that?"
"The fuck was what?" The blonde gave Ed a questioning look.
The groan came again, and Ed could swear he felt a small tremor. "Huh... what the…?"
Now that Rummy heard. "You say somethin', Ed?"
"I didn't say nothin'," the heir replied.
The tremor came again, only stronger and accompanied with the sound of an engine revving. "What the slag're you doing in here, meatbags?" Ed and Rummy looked at each other with surprise, and a trace of panic. That was defiantly not either of their voices.
"Out!" The disembodied voice shouted. "Both of you!"
The two criminals didn't even think about disobeying. They quickly opened the doors and scrambled out, running into the street.
"Take a quick stasis nap, and meatbags think they got the right to touch you," the car grumbled before driving off, leaving a very stunned Ed and Rummy in the dust.
After the silence had gone on for a minute, Ed turned to his partner, "The fuck just happened?"
"No fuckin' clue," Rummy replied. "But you ain't never pickin’ the car again." The two made their way back to Ed’s nice and silent car. Maybe there was time to siphon some gas after all.
The End
