[Dresden Files; Harry & Carlos; G]
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invoking_uraniaTitle: Hell is a Road Trip
Fandom: The Dresden Files
Rating: G
Genre: Comedy
Words: 200
Notes/Warnings: Written for '#9: road trip' for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
day_by_drabble. 'Route witch' is a phrase I stole from Sparrow Hill Road by Seannan McGuire. Pre-Ghost Story.
Summary: Harry is in the middle of nowhere and bored out of his mind.
Disclaimer: The Dresden Files copyright Jim Butcher and this derivative work was created without permission.
He was three hours into Nebraska, and Harry Dresden was certain that he had located hell on Earth. Ramirez, lucky bastard, was asleep in the passenger seat of the rental car, which, to Harry's surprise, wasn't reacting to the ambient magic by breaking down. It was probably just waiting to strand him out in the middle of a cornfield or something.
They were supposed to be looking for signs of paranormal activity along I-80, since Harry had heard that a number of predatory ghosts were moving along the nation's interstates, preying on truckers. Ghosts powerful enough to need someone on the White Council to handle them, rather than any of the minor practitioners he could call up. Since Ramirez had already been in Chicago for business, driving him back to California was a chance to investigate and check in with those magic users who made their living on the roads.
Not that they had seen much of ghosts or route witches, or anything besides corn, cows and semis. He passed another field, and a road sign informing him they were still hours, a time zone and a state line from Cheyenne. Next time, Ramirez could drive himself and like it.
Fandom: The Dresden Files
Rating: G
Genre: Comedy
Words: 200
Notes/Warnings: Written for '#9: road trip' for
day_by_drabble. 'Route witch' is a phrase I stole from Sparrow Hill Road by Seannan McGuire. Pre-Ghost Story. Summary: Harry is in the middle of nowhere and bored out of his mind.
Disclaimer: The Dresden Files copyright Jim Butcher and this derivative work was created without permission.
He was three hours into Nebraska, and Harry Dresden was certain that he had located hell on Earth. Ramirez, lucky bastard, was asleep in the passenger seat of the rental car, which, to Harry's surprise, wasn't reacting to the ambient magic by breaking down. It was probably just waiting to strand him out in the middle of a cornfield or something.
They were supposed to be looking for signs of paranormal activity along I-80, since Harry had heard that a number of predatory ghosts were moving along the nation's interstates, preying on truckers. Ghosts powerful enough to need someone on the White Council to handle them, rather than any of the minor practitioners he could call up. Since Ramirez had already been in Chicago for business, driving him back to California was a chance to investigate and check in with those magic users who made their living on the roads.
Not that they had seen much of ghosts or route witches, or anything besides corn, cows and semis. He passed another field, and a road sign informing him they were still hours, a time zone and a state line from Cheyenne. Next time, Ramirez could drive himself and like it.