Freud and His Nine Lives
Title: Freud and His Nine Lives
Author: tafidadarling
Fandom: RPF which means I don't own anyone/thing, make no money and mean no harm.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Jesse/Andrew
Rating: FRM to be safe.
Warnings: Total crack. Cats. Oh, and this time, firemen.
Summary: An AU based on the fact that Andrew used to be a fireman. Jesse's cat gets stuck in a tree.
Notes: This is for all the lovelies who participate in the craz tinychats. :3
Cross posted to mark_eduardo and socialnetwrkfic.
Freud had been up there for some time now, Jesse mused. How the small creature had escaped Jesse's hold on the way to the cab and scamper up the tree impressed Jesse. He didn't think Freud had it in him. Then again, a cat's gotta do what a cat's gotta do when it comes to avoiding the vet. Jesse didn't want to cancel the appointment, but he couldn't coax him out of the tree. He found himself laughing as he dialed the fire department, images of 40's cartoons coming to mind. Turned out they do save cats from trees.
The fire truck pulled up next to the stalling cab. The lights were not flashing, and Jesse was thankful. He could just see Freud jumping from the branch and no, cats don't always land on their feet. The ladder on the side started expanding, and one of the firemen hopped out and followed it up into the foliage. He didn't seem the least bit upset that he was being called away from saving people from burning buildings to pull a stubborn cat from a tree. In fact, he was smiling, talking to Freud as he stretched his arms out to catch the scardey cat.
In the end, Freud was rescued without putting up much of a fight. The fireman handed him back to Jesse, still sporting that brilliant smile of his.
"Usually I'm doing this for sweet old ladies," he said. His accent dripped like honey, and Jesse blushed. "Be careful next time mate."
"He's worse when I use a pet carrier or otherwise I would," Jesse explained. "Thank you Mr..."
The fireman laughed. "Andrew."
"I'm Jesse. So, uh, do I owe you anything?"
"Well, like I said Jesse, it's not every day a cute guy asks for me to save the day, so it's on the house." Jesse must have looked flabbergasted because Andrew's smile faded. "I mean, no. No worries."
"Freud and I appreciate it."
"Your cat's name is Freud?"
"You have a problem with Freud?" Jesse asked in mock horror.
Andrew seemed at ease again. "No, not at all. I was just thinking you would name your cat something like that."
"I can be unpredictable Mr. Andrew," Jesse said. By now Freud was clawing at his shirt, definitely impeding any sexiness Jesse could muster, but it didn't stop him from giving it his all. "Would you like to go to dinner?"
"Alright, that was a tad unexpected. I'd love to."
Jesse was sure Freud would have something to say (the cat's name sake, not the cat) about a relationship blooming from such a random encounter. It probably would involve his mother. Jesse didn't care. He was too busy wondering if he could convince Andrew to bring his uniform to dinner.
Author: tafidadarling
Fandom: RPF which means I don't own anyone/thing, make no money and mean no harm.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Jesse/Andrew
Rating: FRM to be safe.
Warnings: Total crack. Cats. Oh, and this time, firemen.
Summary: An AU based on the fact that Andrew used to be a fireman. Jesse's cat gets stuck in a tree.
Notes: This is for all the lovelies who participate in the craz tinychats. :3
Cross posted to mark_eduardo and socialnetwrkfic.
Freud had been up there for some time now, Jesse mused. How the small creature had escaped Jesse's hold on the way to the cab and scamper up the tree impressed Jesse. He didn't think Freud had it in him. Then again, a cat's gotta do what a cat's gotta do when it comes to avoiding the vet. Jesse didn't want to cancel the appointment, but he couldn't coax him out of the tree. He found himself laughing as he dialed the fire department, images of 40's cartoons coming to mind. Turned out they do save cats from trees.
The fire truck pulled up next to the stalling cab. The lights were not flashing, and Jesse was thankful. He could just see Freud jumping from the branch and no, cats don't always land on their feet. The ladder on the side started expanding, and one of the firemen hopped out and followed it up into the foliage. He didn't seem the least bit upset that he was being called away from saving people from burning buildings to pull a stubborn cat from a tree. In fact, he was smiling, talking to Freud as he stretched his arms out to catch the scardey cat.
In the end, Freud was rescued without putting up much of a fight. The fireman handed him back to Jesse, still sporting that brilliant smile of his.
"Usually I'm doing this for sweet old ladies," he said. His accent dripped like honey, and Jesse blushed. "Be careful next time mate."
"He's worse when I use a pet carrier or otherwise I would," Jesse explained. "Thank you Mr..."
The fireman laughed. "Andrew."
"I'm Jesse. So, uh, do I owe you anything?"
"Well, like I said Jesse, it's not every day a cute guy asks for me to save the day, so it's on the house." Jesse must have looked flabbergasted because Andrew's smile faded. "I mean, no. No worries."
"Freud and I appreciate it."
"Your cat's name is Freud?"
"You have a problem with Freud?" Jesse asked in mock horror.
Andrew seemed at ease again. "No, not at all. I was just thinking you would name your cat something like that."
"I can be unpredictable Mr. Andrew," Jesse said. By now Freud was clawing at his shirt, definitely impeding any sexiness Jesse could muster, but it didn't stop him from giving it his all. "Would you like to go to dinner?"
"Alright, that was a tad unexpected. I'd love to."
Jesse was sure Freud would have something to say (the cat's name sake, not the cat) about a relationship blooming from such a random encounter. It probably would involve his mother. Jesse didn't care. He was too busy wondering if he could convince Andrew to bring his uniform to dinner.