Change of skin
Title: Change of skin
Author: alles_luege
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Rating: PG -13
Summary: The one where Pete turns randomly into a cat.
“It's rubbing all over me...” Patrick says between amused and annoyed.
“They do that do mark their territory.” Joe answers from the back of the van.
Warning(s): kissing, supernatural themes
Author’s Notes: For nilyveth , as it seems I'm writing all my Pete/Patrick for you. (I swear, it's just because you love my brain...) Early van-days, as you like it.
Word Count: 1.573
Beta: tygermine
Disclaimer: Don’t know, don’t own, not real.
~1~
The first time it happens he is drunk, and that's actually the reason he doesn't think it happened at all, because, come on! How weird would that be?
Exactly.
The second time it happens he is stoned. He smoked up with Andy and this Joe kid and they really maybe shouldn't have smoked up with that Joe kid at all...because he is so damn young. But if Pete remembers the events correctly - and he is not so sure - it was that Joe kid that had the weed anyway. So, it's like it wasn't even his fault, right?
So the second time is a bit blurred. Maybe that doesn't count at all.
The third time, the third time was after she left him. Just said she doesn't ever want to see his face again and left. And that one, that one is pretty clear in his head. He was lying on the bed and hating her with all he had, and he could hate a fucking lot, because his hate always equalled his love, and then it just happened. It was not so much pain as a feeling of being compressed.
And he thought, well, that is seriously fucked up. And he wanted to yell, but of course couldn't.
~2~
The thing is it didn't happen again until he met Patrick. Until Joe made him meet Patrick. And Patrick was everything Pete was not and he thought for a few short hours that Patrick is not worth his time or Joe's for that matter and then Patrick just opened is mouth and sang and…yeah. Joe looked smug and Pete, Pete hoped Patrick would develop some fashion sense in the next few years.
It was surprisingly easy to hide his condition from his band. It wasn’t a permanent thing. It was his very own version of being a werewolf. Being crazy only happened once a month. The band, Patrick calmed him down. So it honestly didn't happen once until Patrick got a girlfriend he wanted to spend time with. And Pete kind of knew then that he was doomed, like really honestly doomed.
~+~
“Who let the cat in?” Patrick asks and Joe looks up from his magazine.
“Oh...maybe just a stray,” he says, because Joe is just that kind of guy, and maybe because he is stoned.
“But...we can't have a fucking cat in our van...” Patrick tries again.
“It doesn't bother me and it seems to like you.” Joe answers, Patrick looks down at the cat and, yeah, okay, it looks kind of cute and small and stuff and it obviously wants to cuddle and...so Patrick just picks it up and as soon as its on his arms it begins to purr.
“See? It likes you.” Joe says with a smile and goes back to reading his magazine. Patrick just sits there with the cat in his arms and wonders where the hell Pete and Andy have gone, until he falls asleep.
~3~
He knows he shouldn't be happy that Patrick and his girlfriend break up, but he can't help it. When Patrick is alone, he has more time to spend with Pete and Pete doesn't feel lonely, therefore he doesn't turn into a fucking cat. Which is good. Okay, he likes to be a cat from time to time, but it's not as cool as being human, not that he thinks he is entirely human. More like a shape-shifter thing. Maybe. It freaks him out a bit thinking about it.
“Would you please stop rubbing...” Patrick says a bit uncomfortable.
“What?” Pete says, he doesn't know what the hell Patrick is all about again.
“You are kinda...rubbing your head against me...like some cat or something?” Patrick says a bit pissed off. He looks cranky and tired. Pete can understand; he feels like that since the last gig they played, because it was not that awesome at all.
“Sorry...just a habit. I'll try not to.” Pete answers and he really means it.
Patrick just huffs.
Pete wishes he were a cat again.
~+~
“It's rubbing all over me...” Patrick says between amused and annoyed.
“They do that do mark their territory.” Joe answers from the back of the van.
“I'm no ones territory, Jesus...where does it even come from I swear it's the same one that found it's way in our van three states earlier...”
“That's stupid...maybe this one just looks like the other one. You know all cats are the same in the end.” Joe says.
Patrick feels stupid for bringing it up in the first place. He sighs and picks the cat up. “No collar or anything,” he says.
“We can call it Pete.” Joe says, grinning.
“Right, he will be so thrilled to hear that.” Patrick answers, but he thinks that that idea has a certain appeal. So he whispers 'Pete' softy into the cat's fur and hears it purr. He smiles.
~4~
He is sharing a room with Patrick and thinks that it's really a good idea, because Patrick always had a calming effect on him, but then she calls to tell him she was drunk and it just happened and he is so god-damned...not even pissed off, but hurt and no amount of Patrick in the same room can make this better, so before he can even blink he feels this compressed feeling that just tells him he is in really deep shit. He groans and then he is a fucking cat again.
“Pete?” Patrick whispers from the other bed and Pete just keeps still. Maybe Patrick will just forget about it if he thinks that Pete is sleeping. “I know you are awake. What is it?” And he doesn't sound tired anymore, but concerned. Fuck. He thinks, fuck. He jumps from his bed and onto Patrick's to cuddle close. “Hey...hey where are you coming from?” Patrick asks, but he picks Pete up and presses him to his chest. “Wish I knew what Pete is fucking doing...” he whispers and Pete feels like a total ass.
~+~
When he wakes up it's to Pete's tight grip on his hip. Pete looks like he actually slept well and Patrick doesn't find it in himself to smack him over his stupid head.
“Morning,” he says instead as Pete opens his eyes slowly.
“Hey...” Pete says, his hand flexes on Patrick's hip and it feels nice, maybe a bit too nice.
“Where were you last night?” Patrick asks.
“She fucking cheated on me...and I just needed a change.” Pete answers, closing his eyes. And Patrick knows Pete, fucking knows him and that's why he knows that it's not the whole truth.
“You were out fucking someone else?”
“No,” Pete answers.
“Okay.”
“Hey, Patrick?”
“Yeah?”
“Can we just...stay in bed a bit longer?” Pete asks, his hand rubbing small circles into Patrick's hip and Patrick thinks this might be a bad idea...but.
“Yeah,” he says, and Pete snuggles closer, his grip on Patrick nearly possessive.
~5~
The next time it happens is after a fight with Patrick. And he is pissed off and confused, because he never...and maybe it's something else entirely. He jumps from the bed and paces the room. It sucks to be a cat when you really want to be somewhere else. Because he can't fucking open the door. The first instinct is to just shred anything in the room. But he can't do that, they don't have enough money to pay for the damage.
~+~
“Okay...what the actual fuck?” Patrick says as he enters the room he is sharing with Pete again. Because Pete is nowhere to be seen and that cat is lying curled up on his pillow. If he didn't knew better, mainly that stuff like that just doesn't happen...he would think, but no. He is just confused and shit, because Pete tried to fucking kiss him and doesn't he know Patrick at all? Doesn't he know that Patrick is not a cheating whore? And he still didn't break up with her. For god's sake!
“So, you're back...hmmm?” he asks curling around the small cat and falling asleep a few minutes later.
~+~
When he wakes up again, it is with a handful Pete. Snuggled close to Patrick and his hand possessively around Patrick's hip.
“So...you are back again, hmm?” he asks quietly.
“I'm sorry.” Pete whispers back.
“For kissing me even if you’re still with her? Or for lying...”
“I didn't lie.”
“You are not...” Patrick begins and stops.
“Human?” Pete asks.
“I didn't say that, I didn't want to say that.” Patrick says sharply.
“I'm not sorry for kissing you,” Pete says softly. And Patrick sighs. Trust Pete to say something like that in a situation like this.
“What are you sorry for?” he wants to know. Pete inches closer, so Patrick can feel his breath on his skin as he speaks.
“That I didn't tell you about my condition, that I didn't tell you I broke up with her, that I didn't tell you that I kinda love you.” Pete whispers and kisses Patrick.
And Patrick just doesn't have it in him to smack Pete over his stupid head for this shit, so he kisses back.
~end~
Author: alles_luege
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Rating: PG -13
Summary: The one where Pete turns randomly into a cat.
“It's rubbing all over me...” Patrick says between amused and annoyed.
“They do that do mark their territory.” Joe answers from the back of the van.
Warning(s): kissing, supernatural themes
Author’s Notes: For nilyveth , as it seems I'm writing all my Pete/Patrick for you. (I swear, it's just because you love my brain...) Early van-days, as you like it.
Word Count: 1.573
Beta: tygermine
Disclaimer: Don’t know, don’t own, not real.
~1~
The first time it happens he is drunk, and that's actually the reason he doesn't think it happened at all, because, come on! How weird would that be?
Exactly.
The second time it happens he is stoned. He smoked up with Andy and this Joe kid and they really maybe shouldn't have smoked up with that Joe kid at all...because he is so damn young. But if Pete remembers the events correctly - and he is not so sure - it was that Joe kid that had the weed anyway. So, it's like it wasn't even his fault, right?
So the second time is a bit blurred. Maybe that doesn't count at all.
The third time, the third time was after she left him. Just said she doesn't ever want to see his face again and left. And that one, that one is pretty clear in his head. He was lying on the bed and hating her with all he had, and he could hate a fucking lot, because his hate always equalled his love, and then it just happened. It was not so much pain as a feeling of being compressed.
And he thought, well, that is seriously fucked up. And he wanted to yell, but of course couldn't.
~2~
The thing is it didn't happen again until he met Patrick. Until Joe made him meet Patrick. And Patrick was everything Pete was not and he thought for a few short hours that Patrick is not worth his time or Joe's for that matter and then Patrick just opened is mouth and sang and…yeah. Joe looked smug and Pete, Pete hoped Patrick would develop some fashion sense in the next few years.
It was surprisingly easy to hide his condition from his band. It wasn’t a permanent thing. It was his very own version of being a werewolf. Being crazy only happened once a month. The band, Patrick calmed him down. So it honestly didn't happen once until Patrick got a girlfriend he wanted to spend time with. And Pete kind of knew then that he was doomed, like really honestly doomed.
~+~
“Who let the cat in?” Patrick asks and Joe looks up from his magazine.
“Oh...maybe just a stray,” he says, because Joe is just that kind of guy, and maybe because he is stoned.
“But...we can't have a fucking cat in our van...” Patrick tries again.
“It doesn't bother me and it seems to like you.” Joe answers, Patrick looks down at the cat and, yeah, okay, it looks kind of cute and small and stuff and it obviously wants to cuddle and...so Patrick just picks it up and as soon as its on his arms it begins to purr.
“See? It likes you.” Joe says with a smile and goes back to reading his magazine. Patrick just sits there with the cat in his arms and wonders where the hell Pete and Andy have gone, until he falls asleep.
~3~
He knows he shouldn't be happy that Patrick and his girlfriend break up, but he can't help it. When Patrick is alone, he has more time to spend with Pete and Pete doesn't feel lonely, therefore he doesn't turn into a fucking cat. Which is good. Okay, he likes to be a cat from time to time, but it's not as cool as being human, not that he thinks he is entirely human. More like a shape-shifter thing. Maybe. It freaks him out a bit thinking about it.
“Would you please stop rubbing...” Patrick says a bit uncomfortable.
“What?” Pete says, he doesn't know what the hell Patrick is all about again.
“You are kinda...rubbing your head against me...like some cat or something?” Patrick says a bit pissed off. He looks cranky and tired. Pete can understand; he feels like that since the last gig they played, because it was not that awesome at all.
“Sorry...just a habit. I'll try not to.” Pete answers and he really means it.
Patrick just huffs.
Pete wishes he were a cat again.
~+~
“It's rubbing all over me...” Patrick says between amused and annoyed.
“They do that do mark their territory.” Joe answers from the back of the van.
“I'm no ones territory, Jesus...where does it even come from I swear it's the same one that found it's way in our van three states earlier...”
“That's stupid...maybe this one just looks like the other one. You know all cats are the same in the end.” Joe says.
Patrick feels stupid for bringing it up in the first place. He sighs and picks the cat up. “No collar or anything,” he says.
“We can call it Pete.” Joe says, grinning.
“Right, he will be so thrilled to hear that.” Patrick answers, but he thinks that that idea has a certain appeal. So he whispers 'Pete' softy into the cat's fur and hears it purr. He smiles.
~4~
He is sharing a room with Patrick and thinks that it's really a good idea, because Patrick always had a calming effect on him, but then she calls to tell him she was drunk and it just happened and he is so god-damned...not even pissed off, but hurt and no amount of Patrick in the same room can make this better, so before he can even blink he feels this compressed feeling that just tells him he is in really deep shit. He groans and then he is a fucking cat again.
“Pete?” Patrick whispers from the other bed and Pete just keeps still. Maybe Patrick will just forget about it if he thinks that Pete is sleeping. “I know you are awake. What is it?” And he doesn't sound tired anymore, but concerned. Fuck. He thinks, fuck. He jumps from his bed and onto Patrick's to cuddle close. “Hey...hey where are you coming from?” Patrick asks, but he picks Pete up and presses him to his chest. “Wish I knew what Pete is fucking doing...” he whispers and Pete feels like a total ass.
~+~
When he wakes up it's to Pete's tight grip on his hip. Pete looks like he actually slept well and Patrick doesn't find it in himself to smack him over his stupid head.
“Morning,” he says instead as Pete opens his eyes slowly.
“Hey...” Pete says, his hand flexes on Patrick's hip and it feels nice, maybe a bit too nice.
“Where were you last night?” Patrick asks.
“She fucking cheated on me...and I just needed a change.” Pete answers, closing his eyes. And Patrick knows Pete, fucking knows him and that's why he knows that it's not the whole truth.
“You were out fucking someone else?”
“No,” Pete answers.
“Okay.”
“Hey, Patrick?”
“Yeah?”
“Can we just...stay in bed a bit longer?” Pete asks, his hand rubbing small circles into Patrick's hip and Patrick thinks this might be a bad idea...but.
“Yeah,” he says, and Pete snuggles closer, his grip on Patrick nearly possessive.
~5~
The next time it happens is after a fight with Patrick. And he is pissed off and confused, because he never...and maybe it's something else entirely. He jumps from the bed and paces the room. It sucks to be a cat when you really want to be somewhere else. Because he can't fucking open the door. The first instinct is to just shred anything in the room. But he can't do that, they don't have enough money to pay for the damage.
~+~
“Okay...what the actual fuck?” Patrick says as he enters the room he is sharing with Pete again. Because Pete is nowhere to be seen and that cat is lying curled up on his pillow. If he didn't knew better, mainly that stuff like that just doesn't happen...he would think, but no. He is just confused and shit, because Pete tried to fucking kiss him and doesn't he know Patrick at all? Doesn't he know that Patrick is not a cheating whore? And he still didn't break up with her. For god's sake!
“So, you're back...hmmm?” he asks curling around the small cat and falling asleep a few minutes later.
~+~
When he wakes up again, it is with a handful Pete. Snuggled close to Patrick and his hand possessively around Patrick's hip.
“So...you are back again, hmm?” he asks quietly.
“I'm sorry.” Pete whispers back.
“For kissing me even if you’re still with her? Or for lying...”
“I didn't lie.”
“You are not...” Patrick begins and stops.
“Human?” Pete asks.
“I didn't say that, I didn't want to say that.” Patrick says sharply.
“I'm not sorry for kissing you,” Pete says softly. And Patrick sighs. Trust Pete to say something like that in a situation like this.
“What are you sorry for?” he wants to know. Pete inches closer, so Patrick can feel his breath on his skin as he speaks.
“That I didn't tell you about my condition, that I didn't tell you I broke up with her, that I didn't tell you that I kinda love you.” Pete whispers and kisses Patrick.
And Patrick just doesn't have it in him to smack Pete over his stupid head for this shit, so he kisses back.
~end~