All It Takes Is A Little Heavy Petting (5/?)
Title: All It Takes Is A Little Heavy Petting (5/?)
Author:
clippedwings
Rating: PG
Summary: Patrick gets burned for the last time. His fairy godmother tries to help, but only succeeds in putting a curse on Patrick.
Author's Notes Sorry this took an amazingly long time. Not having the best track record as far as fic writing goes. Also, I'm not allowed to post my Heroes crossover until it's finished. Right? Right.
crossposted to
slutrick, patrickxpeter, and slashypunkboys
Who The Hell Wants To See A Kitten Play Guitar Anyway?
Just Because I've Got Fur And A Tail Doesn't Make Me Any Less Human
Shopping at Wal-Mart Has Never Been So Fun
Two Strokes Of A Kitten’s Fur For Good Luck
"Pete, can we get through one recording session without turning Patrick into a kitten. Please?" Joe asked, making his way over to the kitten that was nudging up against the microphone stand.
"I swear, that time it wasn't my fault. He leaned into me," Pete sighed as the kitten ran away from Joe. "See? Usually he wants to be turned back!"
"Maybe you shouldn't make fun of his singing, then," Andy rolled his eyes, absentmindedly tapping out a random beat on the bass drum as his foot tapped on the pedal.
"I wasn't making fun of his singing," Pete argued, frowning slightly. "You heard me, right Joe?" Pete looked at Joe with pleading eyes but he only shrugged and continued chasing after Patrick. "You know what? I don't need this, I'm out of here." And with that Pete stormed out of the studio as Joe just managed to get a hold of Patrick.
"Pete..." Andy breathed, shaking his head as he made his way to chase after the bassist.
"Please, just let me be," Pete called back to him and continued on his way out of the studio and on his own path. Which for now seemed to be getting as far away from the studio as possible.
"What are you doing this for, Pete?" Andy asked, grabbing Pete's wrist and making him stop. "Pete, look at me. Let's just go back and finish recording this."
"I can't just go back and finish recording. He's gonna do it again. It's useless, he hates me and I don't know why." Pete sighed, shaking his head.
"He doesn't hate you, Pete. He's just frustrated. Wouldn't you be frustrated, too, if you were always turning into a cat?" Andy pointed out. "I think he's trying to figure out what he wants. And maybe for him, it's easier when he's a cat."
"I guess..." Pete sighed as he stared across the street at the happy couple coming towards him. Why couldn't he be as lucky as them to not only find the person he wanted, but to also find the courage to tell them...and to have them like him back. He kept thinking back to how content he was when he was holding Patrick, even if he were a kitten.
"Look, I need you to do this, Pete. We need to get this finished. We're already behind schedule as is." Andy stepped forward and placed a hand on Pete's shoulder. "Just try to get through this one day and we'll be able to figure something out."
"Andy, I love him," Pete whispered, looking down at the ground. "I have for a while. But he in no way likes me back. This whole thing...it just shows that we're not meant to be together."
Andy stared at Pete through shock-filled eyes. He hadn't quite expected such a confession, especially from Pete of all people. "You...what?"
"You heard me. I care about him. A lot. And I can't help it when I convince myself that this is a sign that he hates me." Pete closed his eyes and huffed in frustration. "I can't do this anymore. No matter how much I try to flirt with him, he's gonna turn into a kitten."
"God...I had no idea," Andy stared blankly at Pete and dropped the hand from his shoulder. "You need to decide if he's worth it. Because if he is, then you need to find a way to break the spell."
"Yeah, tell me about it," Pete whispered softly, turning his eyes to the ground. If he could squint just carefully enough, he could barely make out the outline of his shadow. And the shadow of a cat. Pete felt his heart stop beating for just a split second as all the blood rushed to his cheeks and he finally willed himself to spin around. He felt light-headed as he made the realization that this was no tabby cat, but a calico kitten that was on a leash with its owner.
"Pete? What's wrong?" Andy asked as he noticed the change Pete just went through, and could pick up the hint of fear in Pete's eyes.
"N-nothing...just thought that was Patrick," Pete whispered, bringing his hand into his hair to scratch at his scalp. He knew he had to find a way to fix this situation. And fast.
"Patrick's probably still being chased by Joe. Now let's get in and try to finish things, please?" Andy pleaded, pouting slightly at Pete. It was clear by the twinkle in his eye, barely visible through his glasses, that he was not someone to be meddling with.
"Yeah, let's do this," Pete agreed finally, starting to make his way back to the studio.
*
After the studio session, Pete did not return home. He realized there was only way to solve this problem. At least, in his head, this was the only way. And that is why when Pete returned back home, Patrick's eyes looked like they could quite possibly fall out of his sockets.
"Pete...you can't possibly let that...that...thing stay here." Patrick pointed at the carrier in Pete's arms.
"Why not? I'm moving into my own place in LA, 'Trick. I need something to keep me company." Pete smiled as he placed the carrier down and pulled open the door of the carrier. "Guys, this is Hemingway. He's an English bulldog."
Instead of making any remark, Patrick simply glared at Pete, turned around on his heels, and walked on to his room.
Joe was the next to follow, rolling his eyes at Pete and muttering a word that sounded a little too much like, "Idiot." Andy, however, just shrugged and followed his other two band mates, leaving Pete alone with the new addition to the family.
"Well I thought it was a good idea," Pete muttered as he carefully picked up the new pup and held him in his arms. "Besides, at least you want to be near me. You'll be a good replacement for Patrick, right?"
And as Hemingway started licking Pete's face, he knew he made the right decision. At least, that's what he kept telling himself.
Author:
clippedwingsRating: PG
Summary: Patrick gets burned for the last time. His fairy godmother tries to help, but only succeeds in putting a curse on Patrick.
Author's Notes Sorry this took an amazingly long time. Not having the best track record as far as fic writing goes. Also, I'm not allowed to post my Heroes crossover until it's finished. Right? Right.
crossposted to
slutrick, patrickxpeter, and slashypunkboysWho The Hell Wants To See A Kitten Play Guitar Anyway?
Just Because I've Got Fur And A Tail Doesn't Make Me Any Less Human
Shopping at Wal-Mart Has Never Been So Fun
Two Strokes Of A Kitten’s Fur For Good Luck
"Pete, can we get through one recording session without turning Patrick into a kitten. Please?" Joe asked, making his way over to the kitten that was nudging up against the microphone stand.
"I swear, that time it wasn't my fault. He leaned into me," Pete sighed as the kitten ran away from Joe. "See? Usually he wants to be turned back!"
"Maybe you shouldn't make fun of his singing, then," Andy rolled his eyes, absentmindedly tapping out a random beat on the bass drum as his foot tapped on the pedal.
"I wasn't making fun of his singing," Pete argued, frowning slightly. "You heard me, right Joe?" Pete looked at Joe with pleading eyes but he only shrugged and continued chasing after Patrick. "You know what? I don't need this, I'm out of here." And with that Pete stormed out of the studio as Joe just managed to get a hold of Patrick.
"Pete..." Andy breathed, shaking his head as he made his way to chase after the bassist.
"Please, just let me be," Pete called back to him and continued on his way out of the studio and on his own path. Which for now seemed to be getting as far away from the studio as possible.
"What are you doing this for, Pete?" Andy asked, grabbing Pete's wrist and making him stop. "Pete, look at me. Let's just go back and finish recording this."
"I can't just go back and finish recording. He's gonna do it again. It's useless, he hates me and I don't know why." Pete sighed, shaking his head.
"He doesn't hate you, Pete. He's just frustrated. Wouldn't you be frustrated, too, if you were always turning into a cat?" Andy pointed out. "I think he's trying to figure out what he wants. And maybe for him, it's easier when he's a cat."
"I guess..." Pete sighed as he stared across the street at the happy couple coming towards him. Why couldn't he be as lucky as them to not only find the person he wanted, but to also find the courage to tell them...and to have them like him back. He kept thinking back to how content he was when he was holding Patrick, even if he were a kitten.
"Look, I need you to do this, Pete. We need to get this finished. We're already behind schedule as is." Andy stepped forward and placed a hand on Pete's shoulder. "Just try to get through this one day and we'll be able to figure something out."
"Andy, I love him," Pete whispered, looking down at the ground. "I have for a while. But he in no way likes me back. This whole thing...it just shows that we're not meant to be together."
Andy stared at Pete through shock-filled eyes. He hadn't quite expected such a confession, especially from Pete of all people. "You...what?"
"You heard me. I care about him. A lot. And I can't help it when I convince myself that this is a sign that he hates me." Pete closed his eyes and huffed in frustration. "I can't do this anymore. No matter how much I try to flirt with him, he's gonna turn into a kitten."
"God...I had no idea," Andy stared blankly at Pete and dropped the hand from his shoulder. "You need to decide if he's worth it. Because if he is, then you need to find a way to break the spell."
"Yeah, tell me about it," Pete whispered softly, turning his eyes to the ground. If he could squint just carefully enough, he could barely make out the outline of his shadow. And the shadow of a cat. Pete felt his heart stop beating for just a split second as all the blood rushed to his cheeks and he finally willed himself to spin around. He felt light-headed as he made the realization that this was no tabby cat, but a calico kitten that was on a leash with its owner.
"Pete? What's wrong?" Andy asked as he noticed the change Pete just went through, and could pick up the hint of fear in Pete's eyes.
"N-nothing...just thought that was Patrick," Pete whispered, bringing his hand into his hair to scratch at his scalp. He knew he had to find a way to fix this situation. And fast.
"Patrick's probably still being chased by Joe. Now let's get in and try to finish things, please?" Andy pleaded, pouting slightly at Pete. It was clear by the twinkle in his eye, barely visible through his glasses, that he was not someone to be meddling with.
"Yeah, let's do this," Pete agreed finally, starting to make his way back to the studio.
*
After the studio session, Pete did not return home. He realized there was only way to solve this problem. At least, in his head, this was the only way. And that is why when Pete returned back home, Patrick's eyes looked like they could quite possibly fall out of his sockets.
"Pete...you can't possibly let that...that...thing stay here." Patrick pointed at the carrier in Pete's arms.
"Why not? I'm moving into my own place in LA, 'Trick. I need something to keep me company." Pete smiled as he placed the carrier down and pulled open the door of the carrier. "Guys, this is Hemingway. He's an English bulldog."
Instead of making any remark, Patrick simply glared at Pete, turned around on his heels, and walked on to his room.
Joe was the next to follow, rolling his eyes at Pete and muttering a word that sounded a little too much like, "Idiot." Andy, however, just shrugged and followed his other two band mates, leaving Pete alone with the new addition to the family.
"Well I thought it was a good idea," Pete muttered as he carefully picked up the new pup and held him in his arms. "Besides, at least you want to be near me. You'll be a good replacement for Patrick, right?"
And as Hemingway started licking Pete's face, he knew he made the right decision. At least, that's what he kept telling himself.