Title: The Day Time Stopped
Author: Me, Emma (orpheous87)
Part: Standalone
Rating: PG
Pairing: FletcherJones
Genre: Fluff
Summary: It's frustrating being late for everything.
A/N: Dedicated to beckystark06, who prompted me with 'Time'. Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em and this likely never happened.


"Dan! We're going to be late!" Tom called, grabbing his coat from the end of the bannister.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," Danny grumbled, running down the stairs, his hair sticking up all over the place and his shirt collar half up, half down.

"Look at the state of you," Tom muttered, taking hold of Danny's collar and straightening it out. He lifted a hand to try and tame the unruly mess of brunette curls atop Danny's head, but the Boltoner jerked away.

"I'll do it," he mumbled, raking his hands through his hair before getting one stuck on a knot. "Ow," he hissed as he managed to pull his hand free, bringing with it a small clump of hair.

Tom shook his head. "See, you should have let me do it shouldn't you?" he said, pushing Danny towards the door. "Come on, we're going to be late," he repeated.

Danny sighed and headed out of the door. He didn't even know what they were late for.

It was the same every time he thought they could have some time to themselves, thought Danny. They were always rushing around, being late for something and he was tired of it. Thankfully, he came up with a plan before he went mad.

"Dan, what time is it?" Tom called from the bathroom one Saturday morning as he was brushing his teeth.

"It's half eight," Danny called back from the bedroom, where he was still laid in bed.

"Okay, good. We've got plenty of time before we need to meet Fletch then," Tom replied, spitting toothpaste out before gargling with some water.

"Uh-huh," Danny answered with a smile, even though he knew Tom couldn't see it.

"I'm gonna have a shower, then the bathroom's all yours," Tom called once more, turning the shower on.

"Righto!" Danny answered, closing his eyes again.

Twenty minutes later, Tom padded back into the bedroom, a towel slung low on his hips and his pyjama bottoms in his hand. "All yours Dan," he said, throwing the pyjamas onto the bed.

"Cheers," Danny answered, jumping off the bed and heading to the bathroom.

"Hey Dan?" Tom called five minutes later.

"Yeah?" the Boltoner answered, his mouth full of toothpaste.

"The clock's stopped. Where's your watch so I can check what time it is?" Tom asked.

"On the bedside table," Danny replied after spitting a mouthful of toothpaste out.

"Hey Dan?" Tom's voice came again.

"Yeah?" Danny asked, turning the shower on.

"Your watch has stopped. Where's your phone? I'll check the time on that," Tom's voice was a little confused now.

"In my jeans pocket," Danny replied again, climbing into the shower.

"Hey Dan?" Tom called as soon as he heard the shower stop. His voice had taken on a sense of urgency now.

"Yeah?" Danny replied, walking back into the bedroom, still dripping with water and a towel round his waist.

"All the clocks in the house have stopped. What's going on?" Tom asked, sounding a mixture between anger and confusion.

"I stopped them," Danny replied simply, rubbing his hair with a spare towel.

"What? Why did you do that? We're going to be-" Tom was stopped mid-rant by Danny's finger on his lips.

"That's why, Tom. We're living our lives to a schedule! I know we have meetings and stuff to go to, but I feel like we never have any time for us! So I thought if I stopped time, we'd be able to relax for a little while," Danny said softly, gazing into Tom's eyes and hoping that the blonde wouldn't be too angry with him.

"Oh Dan," Tom breathed, the angry look he'd had disappearing. "I'll always have time for us! I just wanted to get things moving for the new album," he said.

"I know, so did I," Danny replied, his arms encircling the blonde's waist. "But it can wait a little bit, can't it? So we can have some fun this morning?"

Tom smiled, wrapping his arms around Danny's neck and pressing their chests together. "What about Fletch?" he asked softly, resting his forehead against Danny's.

"I've already called him, don't worry. We're meeting him this afternoon instead," Danny replied with a smile. "So can we have fun now?"

Tom's smile grew even bigger. "You bet we can!" he said, closing the gap between them and pressing his lips to Danny's softly. Walking backwards, he pulled Danny with him until his legs hit the edge of the bed and they toppled down on top of it, a tangle of limbs and messy kisses, all the while giggling softly.



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