Astraphobia kitty
Author: NYWCgirl
Fandom: White Collar
Pairing: None
Characters: Neal, Mozzie
Warning: None
Spoilers: none
Rating: G
Genre: fluff
Author's Notes: Soft kitty verse.
Word Count: ~ 380
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine…
Summary: Thunderstorms are expected in autumn.
The sky had darkened and a bolt of lightning tore through the sky. Neal never liked thunderstorms.
He was standing next to the glass terrace doors, but quickly retreated to the kitchenette, looking for a nice bottle of wine. He always felt anxious during thunderstorms, he couldn´t explain it, but he did.
When he was a little boy, Neal would hide in a closet under a quilt, so he wouldn´t see the lightning and muffle the sound of the thunder. It wasn´t a phobia, because it didn´t bother him as much when he grew up. But he was never really comfortable.
So he took his glass of wine and walked over to the couch where he had been reading and settled in.
The next thing, he was sitting on the floor and everything looked really big. Again, lightning struck, a lot closer now and the thunder almost immediately echoed. Neal looked around and the only realy place to hide, was a slipper that was standing next to the couch. He quickly crawled in and hid himself, or so he thought.
That is how Mozzie found him.
“ Oh, there you are, come here, little one, the lightning is scarry isn´t it?”
Mozzie picked Neal up and gently took him out of the slipper. He held him close and could feel his little heart beating way too fast in his small ribcage. He made a pitiful sound. Mozzie looked for Neal´s messenger bag, put a towel in it and placed Neal inside.
* * *
Mozzie took Neal with him to Sunday where he had some Bach Remedies. He searched between the little viles and found the one he was looking for. The vile stated ´Resuce Remedy´. He used it himself when he was stressed out or anxious, so it would probably help Neal as well.
Mozzie rubbed a drop into Neal´s fur on top of his head and settled down in a recliner. As Sunday didn´t have any windows to the outside, there was only indirect artificial ligthing and Neal slowely started relaxing.
´You know Neal, I will get the suit to buy you a thundershirt. I saw it on Good Morning America, and I think together with my Bach rememdy, we can cure you from your anxiety.”
For those of you that don´t know what a thundershirt is, see link.
Fandom: White Collar
Pairing: None
Characters: Neal, Mozzie
Warning: None
Spoilers: none
Rating: G
Genre: fluff
Author's Notes: Soft kitty verse.
Word Count: ~ 380
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine…
Summary: Thunderstorms are expected in autumn.
The sky had darkened and a bolt of lightning tore through the sky. Neal never liked thunderstorms.
He was standing next to the glass terrace doors, but quickly retreated to the kitchenette, looking for a nice bottle of wine. He always felt anxious during thunderstorms, he couldn´t explain it, but he did.
When he was a little boy, Neal would hide in a closet under a quilt, so he wouldn´t see the lightning and muffle the sound of the thunder. It wasn´t a phobia, because it didn´t bother him as much when he grew up. But he was never really comfortable.
So he took his glass of wine and walked over to the couch where he had been reading and settled in.
The next thing, he was sitting on the floor and everything looked really big. Again, lightning struck, a lot closer now and the thunder almost immediately echoed. Neal looked around and the only realy place to hide, was a slipper that was standing next to the couch. He quickly crawled in and hid himself, or so he thought.
That is how Mozzie found him.
“ Oh, there you are, come here, little one, the lightning is scarry isn´t it?”
Mozzie picked Neal up and gently took him out of the slipper. He held him close and could feel his little heart beating way too fast in his small ribcage. He made a pitiful sound. Mozzie looked for Neal´s messenger bag, put a towel in it and placed Neal inside.
* * *
Mozzie took Neal with him to Sunday where he had some Bach Remedies. He searched between the little viles and found the one he was looking for. The vile stated ´Resuce Remedy´. He used it himself when he was stressed out or anxious, so it would probably help Neal as well.
Mozzie rubbed a drop into Neal´s fur on top of his head and settled down in a recliner. As Sunday didn´t have any windows to the outside, there was only indirect artificial ligthing and Neal slowely started relaxing.
´You know Neal, I will get the suit to buy you a thundershirt. I saw it on Good Morning America, and I think together with my Bach rememdy, we can cure you from your anxiety.”
For those of you that don´t know what a thundershirt is, see link.