I would absolutely love a bit more on the "like arthur under the hill" universe. If it gets a bit more Peter/Nightingale than the original I'd be delighted, but I'd also be really happy with gen. Maybe a scene of Nightingale teaching Peter magic or Peter teaching Nightingale about something modern he doesn't understand? Only if you're up for it of course :)
You’d think that someone who’d fallen into a magical sleep in 1945 and woken up in the twenty-first century would have the greatest difficulty adjusting to things like high-definition television or fluorescent lights or gay marriage, but Nightingale didn’t blink at any of those things - in fact he seemed to be rather pleased by at least two of them. But he’d never developed the habit of wearing a seatbelt, and it showed. He lost it - for the Nightingale version of losing it, which was so low-key as to be nearly unnoticeable - about the tenth time we got in a car and I politely reminded him to put it on. Which was only the times I was driving, so it took a while to get there.
"Is it really that important?“ he said, with a sideways glance at me. "We’re hardly going to be going at high speeds.”
"I can show you statistics whenever you like,“ I said. "Biggest road safety improvement of the last half-century.”
He didn’t quite roll his eyes.
"And it does wonders for my peace of mind, okay?“ I tried. "Attend a few high-speed road accidents and it’ll do wonders for yours, too.”
Amazingly, that shut him up. But just to be sure, I found a couple of long review articles about their effectiveness - not actual scientific journal things, but with some nice graphs - printed them off, and put them on his desk. He’s adapted to TV, like I said, but we’re still working on computers and email. One step at a time.
"What’s this?“ he asked me.
"Seat belts,” I said. He scanned the first page, flicked through and paused on a graph, and a smile started to grow on his face.
"What?“ I asked, because I wasn’t totally sure I liked his expression. Then he looked up at me, and I thought maybe it was alright, even though he hadn’t said anything.
"You wanted to make sure I took this seriously.”
"If you don’t believe me, believe the science.“
He looked down again at that, but I couldn’t work out why.
"Anyway,” I said. “I have to go bash some Latin verbs into submission.”
"Peter,“ he said, as I was almost out the door. "Thank you, but your peace of mind was quite enough motivation to be going on with.”
"Yeah, well, we’ll see what else that works on,“ I said before I thought about it, and then left before I could think about it. (When I told Lesley about this later, she put her face in her hands and groaned theatrically, but she does this a lot when I tell her stories, so I didn’t think it meant too much.)
I hope he still read the articles, though. My peace of mind is all very well, but it’s physics you really can’t argue with.