Title : Waiting For The Sun To Rise
Author : Gunbunny
Email : kabukivice@beeb.net
Rating : :sigh: not even any swearing...
Summary : See the title, people.  Then add Pete Wisdom's reaction.
Disclaimer : Stalin is responsible for Pete Wisdom.  Dunno who owns Marvel
at the mo, so...
Feedback : Burnt offerings of Ben Raab are always welcome.
Dedication : Luba for the beta.
Archive : http://kabukivice.com/gisaku , anywhere else feel free.

The sun's due to rise over the sea in this far-flung little island off the
coast of Scotland.  It's absolutely freezing, by the way.  Muir is not a
warm place.  Which is precisely why Pete Wisdom is complaining bitterly,
even though he's wrapped up with his nice warm girlfriend in a bloody great
tartan blanket that they've nicked off've the evil Scots harridan that runs
this place.  The fact that said girlfriend is also not allowing him to smoke
may also have something to do with it, along with other pertinent facts such
as :

The girlfriend is a morning person, which Pete is not.  Wisdoms,
genetically, do not feel that they should encounter the world before 10am.
Going by the reactions of people who've encountered them before that time,
the general consensus is that the world agrees with the Wisdoms.  Getting up
to watch the sunrise at 4:30 am is not something his body can take, no
matter how enthusiastic said girlfriend is about it.

The girlfriend has a pet dragon, which Pete is sure was put on this earth
for the specific purpose of tormenting him.  'Purple flying anteater' is a
much better description than 'cute', which he's heard the girlfriend use a
few times in reference to it.  Stealing of fags and clothes is an offence
punishable by having lit fag-ends inserted up said dragon's arse.  Along
with a flat-iron and the worst of his dad's socks.  He hasn't been able to
catch the annoyance yet, but give him time.

Pete buries his nose in her hair, which smells of lemons.  Not that
god-awful fake lemon sherbert smell, but proper lemons, like the plant his
sister used to grow, that bore about one lemon a year, if it was lucky.
Just the shampoo-smell, but nice all the same.  She shifts slightly, getting
more comfortable.  "What're you thinking about?"
"Lemons." He answers.  The girlfriend, whose name happens to be Kitty,
shifts round to face him, an amused look on her face.
"You're sniffing my hair again, aren't you?"
"Guilty as charged.  'S nice."
"Pete, have you had treatment for your shampoo fetish?"
"Nope.  Can't be arsed." She flicks his nose, leans forward to kiss him.
"Hoi, you're going to miss the light show."
"Saw it yesterday."
"Then why'd you bloody haul me out of bed for it today?"
Kitty grins. "Because, Wisdom, I like seeing you grumble."
"You're an evil woman."
"Guilty as charged." And he can't really be arsed to watch the sunrise
anyway.

END.  Now bugger off and spend money on Warren Ellis comics.
"Where are we going and what am I doing in this handbasket?"
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