CHALLENGE: Britslash Halloween Challenge
RATING: PG-13 (for language mostly)
FANDOM: Byker Grove
PAIRING: PJ/Duncan (pre-slash)
SPOILERS: Not a one
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. The boys and the Grove belong to Zenith North and
the BBC, but since they won't repeat the early stuff, we make our own
NOTES: Joanne finally posts a fic! Set early on in the 1992 season
(after the Psychandrics but before PJ's accident) so they're underage
(about 16 if I've done me sums right). This is my first attempt at Byker
slash. Wish me luck...
The Den - http://www.angelfire.com/wy/denfic
Somewhere in the distance, a car engine roared. Duncan pulled his jacket
tighter around himself and shuddered. "Cold tonight."
Although, if he were being honest with himself, it wasn't just that.
There were a hundred places Duncan would rather have been than in the
cold, in the dark, on Halloween night. Double French was leading the
list. He peered down through the cellar window for the third time that
minute, looking for signs of life. "Nothing." Muttering under
his breath he pulled the note out of his pocket again, shining his torch
over a tiny scrap of paper covered in PJ's familiar energetic scrawl.
'Secret Halloween party. Grove, midnight. Tell no-one.'
Stuffing the note away, Duncan swung the torch over his watch. Quarter
past. Where was everyone? The cellar light snapped on without warning
causing Duncan to drop his torch in fright. It crashed to the ground,
blinked on and off for a moment and gave up. "Bollocks." The
cellar window opened easily and he dropped lightly down. "'Bout
bloody time PJ, do you know how long I've..." There was no-one
there. "Oh, aye! Very fucking funny PJ." He turned back to the
window, but just as he started climbing back out, the light went off.
After falling from the window, tripping and bashing himself more times
than he had expletives for, he made it to the door, bursting through
into the brightly lit corridor to be greeted by the sounds of a party in
full swing in the General Room. "Well, that's a good sign!" He
sighed, relieved as he made his way down the hall. "I'll kill PJ
though!" He sauntered into the room and came to a sudden stop,
spinning round in a state of total bewilderment. The sudden silence that
hit him as he arrived in the room was oppressive and there wasn't one
person to be seen. "What the..?" He searched the room twice,
double checking every possible hiding place. Apart from himself, the
General Room was completely deserted. Dazed, he dropped into the nearest
chair, shooting up again almost immediately.
"Angel? Angel where are you?"
"Help Duncan, help, please!"
There was a sudden burst of maniacal laughter and Duncan shot out of the
room and up the stairs. Nothing. He tore the whole Grove apart,
disembodied voices pleading with him for help everywhere he went. There
was a shrill scream from the General Room that sounded like Jemma Dobson
and Duncan raced back down the corridor towards it.
Once again the room was deserted, but the trapdoor to the cellar was
open and there was a smudgy red mess leading to it from the conservatory
doors that looked a bit like someone had been dragging a leaky paint
tin. "Oh God..." There was another scream from the cellar and
another crazed burst of laughter from above. Duncan turned to try to
make it out through the conservatory doors but was stopped by a hoarse
voice from behind him.
"Some party, eh?"
PJ was slumped against the door frame clutching his arm. He was covered
PJ looked down at himself. "Aye."
"Noddy put up a bit of a fight." It was only then Duncan
noticed the knife in his hand. "You'll kill me Duncan? *You'll*
Heart pounding, Duncan bolted for the conservatory doors, throwing
himself against them in a blind panic. That laugh again... He turned
slowly to find PJ about two steps away, waving a large ring of keys at
him. "They're locked. They're all locked." He raised the knife
slowly, then suddenly, turned it on himself, stabbing himself in the
chest. Duncan screamed, cramming his eyes shut tight, only opening one
nervously at the sound of uncontrollable giggling.
PJ flexed the knife between his hands. "Rubber. It's rubber. It's
Shaking madly, Duncan dropped to the floor, caught between intense
relief and fury that he'd been caught out by one of PJ's pranks.
"You really think I'd know better by now, wouldn't you?" PJ
nodded, grinning and sat down beside his friend. Duncan tugged at PJ's
T-shirt. "It's tomato sauce." Duncan groaned, knowing full
well he'd be hearing about this one for months. "And the
PJ grinned cockily, "Haway man, I had us listening in on the girls
lavs, d'ya not think it'd be a doddle for me to wire this place up with
a few speakers?! Angel and Jemma and all the rest of them are tucked up
safely in bed for all I know."
Duncan finally managed a weak laugh. "Taken in by another Peter
Jenkins scam. I don't believe it!" A thoughtful frown crossed his
face, "So what do you want then?"
PJ looked genuinely puzzled. Duncan stared at him, "It's not like
you to put in this sort of effort just to scare me." His eyes
bulged as the full potential horror hit him. "Oh God,
"Shut up Duncan! Who the fuck would I tell?"
"You never do anything without an ulterior motive."
PJ's trademark grin had returned. "Perfectly true. But now you're
here I've got what I wanted in the first place."
"You just wanted to talk to me? You could've just said."
PJ snorted, "Alone, at the Grove, on Halloween? You'd never have
come. You'd have thought it was a wind-up. So I thought, get all that
stuff out of the way, then you'll know I'm serious."
Duncan couldn't help laughing at this expert application of 'PJ logic'.
"So, what was so important it couldn't wait until tonight?"
"It's Halloween, Duncan. Trick or Treat?"
Duncan groaned, but went along with his friend. "Treat. I've had
enough tricks from you for a lifetime."
PJ took a deep breath and leant forward, pressing his lips gently
against Duncan's, only relaxing when Duncan smiled against him, kissing
When they finally pulled apart, shaking, grinning nervously at each
other, PJ finally answered him. "You really *would* have killed me
if I'd done that in front of everyone tonight!"
"Oh, I dunno." Duncan laughed shakily. "You're coming to
this thing tonight then?"
"If you are."
"Aye, I am. PJ..?"
"Trick or treat?"
PJ smiled, "Treat."
Duncan jumped up, laughing and dropped down the trapdoor. "Gotta
catch me first, man!"
PJ took his time following him into the cellar, but then, Duncan didn't
really seem too worried about getting away this time. PJ smiled
inwardly. A treat? Oh, aye, but a tricky one! A pair of hands grabbed
him from nowhere. "You've been taking notes!" Duncan hadn't
stopped laughing. "I've got a few tricks of my own."
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