The Last Unicorn - Part One of Five
Title: The Last Unicorn ( Pete Screwed Up Again )
Author: Whitlee
Rating: PG for language
Disclaimer: Crack!Fic...
Summary: Pete's big mouth gets the boys in trouble once again. Only this time, it might be permanent.
Author's Notes: The first part is short, and for that I apologize, but the rest of it is lengthy.
Looking back on it now, Pete supposes that maybe he shouldn’t have made so many jokes about Patrick’s innocence. Ever since “the incident”, as they so helpfully referred to it, Patrick had seemed semi-unable to deal with Pete’s raunchier comments, which irritated him to no end. However, Pete also supposed that since it was his own fault, he really couldn’t say anything about his displeasure. He just had to button his trap (for once) and move on.
Pete had been at a club when he had made the comment. Patrick had decided to stay home that night and work on GarageBand, although Pete had tried to bribe him with sex. It went without saying that Pete had the more active libido of the two, which also irritated him. It was around four in the morning, and he had been sitting with William Beckett, Travis McCoy, their accompanying women, and Joe. Andy was around there somewhere drinking water, because that’s what Andy did.
“So where’s P-Trick?” Travis asked, laughing a little as the broad next to him rested her head on his shoulder in some semblance of exhaustion. Pete wasn’t surprised; in a shirt that tight, she’d be running out of oxygen right about now.
“Curled up in his bed with his laptop.” Pete rolled his gold eyes and took a sip of his drink, crossing his legs and stretching them slightly. He cocked his head in Travis’ direction and gave his girlfriend the once-over; her name was Muffy or Miffy or Mutty or something stupid and very Travis-like.
“Jesus, does he ever do anything?” Beckett asked keenly, leaning forward, shrugging off his girlfriend of four months. She looked a little pissed, but Beckett didn’t even look back at her.
“Not unless I beg him, pretty much.” Pete said glumly, lolling his head back against the booth seat. He really didn’t want to be talking about this right now. Joe rolled his own eyes, used to Pete’s constant exaggeration, and leaned forward, saying the words that would at some point screw them all.
“You make him sound like he’s all virginal and prissy.” Joe snorted, shaking his head. Pete took offense, which made a lot of sense if you thought about it. Pete was easily offended.
“He is! He’s like… a fucking unicorn.” Pete crossed his arms and got up, stomping away. He’d had enough of the “club scene” for the night.
The woman who was sitting in the booth behind Pete took in a sharp breath, and a small smile came over her face as she stood and left the club, disappearing into a dark alleyway and climbing the stairs into her apartment. She was called the Lady Amalthia, and if it were not for her fair hair and light skin, she would be utterly unnoticeable on the club scene.
Many of you may have heard the story of the Lady Amalthia, but in case you haven’t, that is what the rest of this story is about. The Lady had once been one of the last Unicorns to ever walk the face of this Earth, but toward the end of her friend Schmendrick’s life, she requested that he leave her in the human form he had once granted her.
With the small bit of magic left her, Amalthia would show Pete just how unlike a unicorn his boyfriend truly was, and she hoped that along the way, he would learn the true value of innocence.
Author: Whitlee
Rating: PG for language
Disclaimer: Crack!Fic...
Summary: Pete's big mouth gets the boys in trouble once again. Only this time, it might be permanent.
Author's Notes: The first part is short, and for that I apologize, but the rest of it is lengthy.
Looking back on it now, Pete supposes that maybe he shouldn’t have made so many jokes about Patrick’s innocence. Ever since “the incident”, as they so helpfully referred to it, Patrick had seemed semi-unable to deal with Pete’s raunchier comments, which irritated him to no end. However, Pete also supposed that since it was his own fault, he really couldn’t say anything about his displeasure. He just had to button his trap (for once) and move on.
Pete had been at a club when he had made the comment. Patrick had decided to stay home that night and work on GarageBand, although Pete had tried to bribe him with sex. It went without saying that Pete had the more active libido of the two, which also irritated him. It was around four in the morning, and he had been sitting with William Beckett, Travis McCoy, their accompanying women, and Joe. Andy was around there somewhere drinking water, because that’s what Andy did.
“So where’s P-Trick?” Travis asked, laughing a little as the broad next to him rested her head on his shoulder in some semblance of exhaustion. Pete wasn’t surprised; in a shirt that tight, she’d be running out of oxygen right about now.
“Curled up in his bed with his laptop.” Pete rolled his gold eyes and took a sip of his drink, crossing his legs and stretching them slightly. He cocked his head in Travis’ direction and gave his girlfriend the once-over; her name was Muffy or Miffy or Mutty or something stupid and very Travis-like.
“Jesus, does he ever do anything?” Beckett asked keenly, leaning forward, shrugging off his girlfriend of four months. She looked a little pissed, but Beckett didn’t even look back at her.
“Not unless I beg him, pretty much.” Pete said glumly, lolling his head back against the booth seat. He really didn’t want to be talking about this right now. Joe rolled his own eyes, used to Pete’s constant exaggeration, and leaned forward, saying the words that would at some point screw them all.
“You make him sound like he’s all virginal and prissy.” Joe snorted, shaking his head. Pete took offense, which made a lot of sense if you thought about it. Pete was easily offended.
“He is! He’s like… a fucking unicorn.” Pete crossed his arms and got up, stomping away. He’d had enough of the “club scene” for the night.
The woman who was sitting in the booth behind Pete took in a sharp breath, and a small smile came over her face as she stood and left the club, disappearing into a dark alleyway and climbing the stairs into her apartment. She was called the Lady Amalthia, and if it were not for her fair hair and light skin, she would be utterly unnoticeable on the club scene.
Many of you may have heard the story of the Lady Amalthia, but in case you haven’t, that is what the rest of this story is about. The Lady had once been one of the last Unicorns to ever walk the face of this Earth, but toward the end of her friend Schmendrick’s life, she requested that he leave her in the human form he had once granted her.
With the small bit of magic left her, Amalthia would show Pete just how unlike a unicorn his boyfriend truly was, and she hoped that along the way, he would learn the true value of innocence.