Title: Flash Fiction #8
Fandom: The Walking Dead
Characters: Glenn, Rick Grimes, the Challenger
Word Count: 500 dead even
Warnings: None, this is all fluff
Disclaimer: I don’t own Rick, Glenn, or anything else associated with The Walking Dead (though I really wish I did) and I damn sure don’t own the Challenger. *sad sigh* This is all just fluff and fun, no harm or copyright infringement intended. Also, this is unbeta'd and unedited - all mistakes are mine. If you see anything that needs correction, please let me know! Concrit is always welcome!
Glenn waited until everyone had gone into their tents for the night. After the last lamp was extinguished, he crept out of his tent and looked up at the top of the RV to see who was on guard duty. He felt better knowing it was Rick on duty tonight; Rick would understand.
Glenn walked over to the Challenger, running his hand over the hood and shaking his head. “I can’t believe what they’ve done to you,” he whispered. Quietly opening the door, he slid into the driver’s seat, sinking back against the soft leather seat. He patted the steering wheel, a sad smile on his face. “God, we could’ve had so much fun together, back in the day. You and me, delivering pizzas, weaving in and out of traffic… thirty minutes or less my ass! Try fifteen!”
The passenger door opened, startling Glenn. He looked over to see Rick folding his lanky frame into the passenger seat. Leaving the door open, he looked over at Glenn. “What are you doing, Glenn? It’s the middle of the night. You should probably get some rest… we’ve had a hell of a long day!”
Glenn nodded, absently running his hands over the steering wheel. “I just wanted to sit in her for a while, you know? I know it must seem stupid but I’ve never driven a car like this before. My last car was a piece of crap. It barely did 50 with the pedal all the way to the floor.”
Rick shook his head, smiling a little. “Nah, Glenn, I get it. I went to a training seminar in Alexandria a few months ago. Some of their officers are driving Chargers these days. And then I have to go back home and fight to get a halfway decent Crown Vic.”
Glenn laughed with Rick, feeling less self-conscious about his attachment to the car. “I just can’t believe they stripped it like that. Wheels, engine parts, belts… They siphoned her gas. Hell, they probably took the bulbs in the headlights for all I know. It’s just… it’s wrong, isn’t it? Stripping a car like this? It’s got to be criminal.”
Rick patted Glenn on the shoulder and said, “Yeah, I know, but they were right; they do need the parts. That old RV isn’t going to hang in there much longer. Hey, like I said before, maybe we’ll get a chance to steal another car someday, right? A better car, faster.” Rick slid out of the passenger seat and stretched before leaning back inside. “Don’t stay out here too late, ok? You’ll get a crick in your neck if you fall asleep sitting behind the wheel.”
As Rick closed the door and walked away, Glenn grinned to himself. He didn’t care how silly it was, he was going to sit here all night and make engine sounds under his breath. Being an adult was a pain in the ass. Just for tonight, he was going to behave like a kid again.