Untitled Crack Fic 1/?
Because trumpeterofdoom posted this at the precise moment I wanted to write something silly. So yeah, blame her.
Short for now, but I will post more parts as I write them.
Completely un-beta'd, so any glaring spelling/grammar mistakes you see are all my fault.
From Nick's point of view. Y'know, in case it wasn't obvious.
The last thing he remembered was falling onto the bed; skin shining with sweat, breath coming in short gasps from his recent exertion. There had been another body - rather, several bodies - around him, each murmuring something along the lines of how they needed sleep. Sleep, he had decided, was a wonderful idea. And, with AJ's fingernails lightly scraping his arm and Brian's head on his chest, he had quickly given in to the void of sleep.
There had been a bed. Of that he was sure. It had been a large, fluffy bed, covered with pillows and a thick, warm duvet. There had been windows, the sounds of city traffic muted completely as they had enjoyed each other. There had been the aroma of their leftover dinner.
Above all else, there had been silence in those last moments of coherence. Not even the room's air conditioner had dared make a noise.
The first thing he became aware of was a muffled noise. He couldn't quite place it at first, and finally decided that there was a traffic jam nearby because it sounded like a horn. He rolled over, reaching to hold onto the body closest to his. Though, when he felt nothing but a hard rock, he jerked up.
"What the fuck?" he blurted, cringing when all that came out was a loud series of honking noises. Immediately his hands went to his mouth. But there was one little problem.
He no longer had hands.
For that matter, he no longer had a mouth. Instead, there was a beak. Where his arms had once been there were now elongated wings of a mottled brown, flapping uselessly as he stood on the rock. Confused, he looked down, shrieking upon the sight of large webbed feet. Webbed feet that protruded from a goose's body.
Just fucking great, he decided with a petulant sigh. Now what?
Again, it's JM's fault. *hides*
Short for now, but I will post more parts as I write them.
Completely un-beta'd, so any glaring spelling/grammar mistakes you see are all my fault.
From Nick's point of view. Y'know, in case it wasn't obvious.
The last thing he remembered was falling onto the bed; skin shining with sweat, breath coming in short gasps from his recent exertion. There had been another body - rather, several bodies - around him, each murmuring something along the lines of how they needed sleep. Sleep, he had decided, was a wonderful idea. And, with AJ's fingernails lightly scraping his arm and Brian's head on his chest, he had quickly given in to the void of sleep.
There had been a bed. Of that he was sure. It had been a large, fluffy bed, covered with pillows and a thick, warm duvet. There had been windows, the sounds of city traffic muted completely as they had enjoyed each other. There had been the aroma of their leftover dinner.
Above all else, there had been silence in those last moments of coherence. Not even the room's air conditioner had dared make a noise.
The first thing he became aware of was a muffled noise. He couldn't quite place it at first, and finally decided that there was a traffic jam nearby because it sounded like a horn. He rolled over, reaching to hold onto the body closest to his. Though, when he felt nothing but a hard rock, he jerked up.
"What the fuck?" he blurted, cringing when all that came out was a loud series of honking noises. Immediately his hands went to his mouth. But there was one little problem.
He no longer had hands.
For that matter, he no longer had a mouth. Instead, there was a beak. Where his arms had once been there were now elongated wings of a mottled brown, flapping uselessly as he stood on the rock. Confused, he looked down, shrieking upon the sight of large webbed feet. Webbed feet that protruded from a goose's body.
Just fucking great, he decided with a petulant sigh. Now what?
Again, it's JM's fault. *hides*