"If one more person on a motorbike or a scooter or whatever that is ends up in my hedge--" Jeremy ranted as he dragged the offending hedge ornament to his feet - and then the young man stumbled and clutched at Jeremy's arm and stared up at him, and Jeremy was suddenly so absurdly reminded of Richard that he cut himself off and channeled his shouting-at-idiots energy reserve into making sure he wasn't hurt instead.

This NEEDS to be a longer fic! Pretty please with Hammond, Clarkson and May on top! I'll do something in return for you, if you want, just please write it!