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wolfanfics) wrote2009-07-08 10:29 pm
wolfanfics) wrote2009-07-08 10:29 pm
Andrew Hansen/Charles Firth - Scaredy Cat
Title: Scaredy Cat
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandom: The Chaser
Starring: Andrew Hansen, Charles Firth
Pairings: Charles/Andrew
Word Count: 1,240
Prompt: “A rustling under the bed” from dailyprompt@dreamwidth
Warnings (if any): ubersquishiness
Rating: FRM
Disclaimer: Complete work of fiction. Not true in any way, shape or form.
Author's Notes (if any): Because you can never have too much woobie!Andrew. XD
Summary: Andrew hears a rustling sound under his bed and calls Charles to find out what it is.
Scaredy Cat
There were times Andrew hated being a light sleeper. It wasn't even a very loud noise that had woken him. Just a rustling under the bed, reminiscent of scary childhood stories about bogeymen and monsters. That he had woken, and now lay there in bed, clutching his pillow in fright was rather embarrassing. And then he heard the noise again. He reached for his phone and dialled Charles' number.
“Charles? There's something here,” Andrew whispered after Charles answered with an incoherent groan.
“Andrew? What the fuck? It's fucking... two in the morning. It was probably just a dream, okay?” Charles said.
“It isn't! There's something rustling under the bed, Charles. Come over and see what it is. I'm scared to get out of bed,” Andrew whispered, his voice rising an octave as he heard the sound again.
“It's probably just a rat or something,” Charles said.
“I bet it isn't. I bet it's some sort of monster or something. Just come over, Charles. I'm scared,” Andrew whispered, tightening his grip on his pillow.
Charles sighed. “Alright. Fine. I'll be there as soon as I can. Just - settle down, okay?”
“Okay, I'll try,” Andrew whispered and hung up.
As he heard the rustling sound again, Andrew yelped, grabbed his doona and pillow and leapt off the bed, giving it a wide berth as he hurried into the lounge, away from the noise under his bed.
Once he'd settled, he did consider he was perhaps being a little too over-imaginative. He turned on the TV as some sort of distraction and waited for Charles to arrive.
Charles hated Andrew sometimes. He loved him to death, but seriously, there were times when he just wanted to put him in a dress and call him Andrea. There were times Charles didn’t think Andrew deserved to be called a man. Being called out at 2am to check under his bed for monsters was one of those times.
Wearily, he bashed on his door when he arrived. The door opened surprisingly quickly. Charles figured he had been waiting by the door for him to arrive, and though he’d never admit it, he was rather touched by it.
“So what exactly is the problem?” Charles said as Andrew let him in.
“There was a noise, Charles. Under the bed. Come and listen,” Andrew said, grabbing Charles’ hand as he dragged him towards his room.
Andrew peered inside and switched the light on, refusing to enter. Charles could see nothing alarming.
“What am I supposed to be hearing?” Charles said.
“Shh! It’s like a rustling sound. It scared me!” Andrew whispered.
Both of them kept silent, listening for the sound Andrew had apparently heard. Five minutes passed. Neither heard anything.
“I think you might’ve been imagining it, mate,” Charles said.
“I wasn’t! Go look under the bed. I swear something’s there,” Andrew hissed, shoving Charles into the room.
“I swear, this is just an excuse to get me over here,” Charles said as he nonetheless knelt by the bed and peered underneath it. “Got a torch, Hansen?”
Fearfully, Andrew stepped into the room and handed him the torch that lived in one of his drawers before retreating back into the hallway.
Charles sighed as he shone the light underneath the bed. He was actually surprised to find two golden eyes shining back at him. He sat up, confused. This would be the one time Andrew wasn’t just making this sort of stuff up.
“Get me a broom. I wanna flush the fucker out,” Charles said.
“Back in a sec,” Andrew said, dashing out of the room. He returned soon enough with a broom and bravely knelt beside him.
Charles took the broom and slid it under the bed, rattling it to scare whatever was under there. There was a plaintive mewling and a tiny kitten fled in fear, skidding on the floorboards as it dashed into the hallway and away from the big thing that was trying to hurt it.
“You have a kitten? Since when have you had a kitten?” Charles said, gazing after it.
“Uh, since today? His name’s Wonky, cos he has a kink in his tail,” Andrew said, smiling at Charles.
“And you didn’t see fit to mention this til now because…?”
“Uh, I forgot?” Andrew said, trying to look adorable.
Charles stood, leaving the broom on the floor. “You woke me at two in the fucking morning because you forgot you had a kitten and it was hiding under your bed? Jesus, Hansen, that’s pathetic even by your standards.”
“Oh, come on, I didn’t know it was Wonky! It didn’t even sound like a kitten!” Andrew said. “You’ll love him, he’s so cute!”
Andrew got to his feet and chased after him, calling to the kitten as he searched the house. Charles followed, if only to see what all the fuss was about. They eventually found him huddled in his basket, shaking. Andrew knelt beside him and brought him into his arms. Charles noticed that he indeed had a kink in his tail. He was also ginger, and adorably so.
“There, there, it’s okay, sorry we scared you. You’ll be okay, I promise,” Andrew said, cooing to him.
“He is cute, I’ll give you that,” Charles said.
Wonky mewled and batted at Andrew’s finger, chewing on it as best he could. “Aww, look at him. He’s so cute!” Andrew said, almost mewling himself.
“We’ve established his cuteness. Can we go to bed now? Your punishment for waking me up and forcing me to drive out here in the middle of the night is letting me share your bed, Hansen,” Charles said, tiredness making him crabbier than normal.
Andrew insisted on bringing Wonky with them as they got back into bed. The tiny kitten clung to Andrew’s shirt, threatening to fall asleep in his arms.
“Thanks for coming. Sorry for being such a wimp,” Andrew murmured, gently stroking the kitten.
“It’s one of your semi-endearing features. I’d like to point out I don’t do this for just anyone, you know,” Charles said.
“I like that you do it for me,” Andrew said. “Next time there’ll be a proper monster under the bed, and you can slay it for me and I’ll swoon and call you my hero.”
“I always thought you should’ve been born a girl,” Charles said.
Andrew just smiled at him and gave him a bashful kiss. If it weren’t for the tiny kitten in his arms, he’d have gone further, but the poor thing was fast asleep, purring adorably against his chest. It seemed a pity to move him now. Charles deigned to brush a finger across the kitten’s head, smiling at his warmth and the way he had shut his eyes and curled against Andrew’s body.
“I still can’t get over the fact you called him Wonky. What kind of name is that for a kitten anyway?” Charles said.
“I sorta named him after you, silly. He is ginger, you know,” Andrew murmured.
“I did notice, yes. Sentimental bastard,” Charles said, chuckling quietly.
Charles pressed a kiss to Andrew’s forehead and snuggled close to him. Andrew really was adorable, even when being a wimp, even more so when cradling a kitten in his arms. He could almost forgive him for the late night house call, and there was nothing that stroked his ego more than being Andrew’s dashing Prince Charming, saving him from the evil designs of tiny kittens.
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandom: The Chaser
Starring: Andrew Hansen, Charles Firth
Pairings: Charles/Andrew
Word Count: 1,240
Prompt: “A rustling under the bed” from dailyprompt@dreamwidth
Warnings (if any): ubersquishiness
Rating: FRM
Disclaimer: Complete work of fiction. Not true in any way, shape or form.
Author's Notes (if any): Because you can never have too much woobie!Andrew. XD
Summary: Andrew hears a rustling sound under his bed and calls Charles to find out what it is.
Scaredy Cat
There were times Andrew hated being a light sleeper. It wasn't even a very loud noise that had woken him. Just a rustling under the bed, reminiscent of scary childhood stories about bogeymen and monsters. That he had woken, and now lay there in bed, clutching his pillow in fright was rather embarrassing. And then he heard the noise again. He reached for his phone and dialled Charles' number.
“Charles? There's something here,” Andrew whispered after Charles answered with an incoherent groan.
“Andrew? What the fuck? It's fucking... two in the morning. It was probably just a dream, okay?” Charles said.
“It isn't! There's something rustling under the bed, Charles. Come over and see what it is. I'm scared to get out of bed,” Andrew whispered, his voice rising an octave as he heard the sound again.
“It's probably just a rat or something,” Charles said.
“I bet it isn't. I bet it's some sort of monster or something. Just come over, Charles. I'm scared,” Andrew whispered, tightening his grip on his pillow.
Charles sighed. “Alright. Fine. I'll be there as soon as I can. Just - settle down, okay?”
“Okay, I'll try,” Andrew whispered and hung up.
As he heard the rustling sound again, Andrew yelped, grabbed his doona and pillow and leapt off the bed, giving it a wide berth as he hurried into the lounge, away from the noise under his bed.
Once he'd settled, he did consider he was perhaps being a little too over-imaginative. He turned on the TV as some sort of distraction and waited for Charles to arrive.
Charles hated Andrew sometimes. He loved him to death, but seriously, there were times when he just wanted to put him in a dress and call him Andrea. There were times Charles didn’t think Andrew deserved to be called a man. Being called out at 2am to check under his bed for monsters was one of those times.
Wearily, he bashed on his door when he arrived. The door opened surprisingly quickly. Charles figured he had been waiting by the door for him to arrive, and though he’d never admit it, he was rather touched by it.
“So what exactly is the problem?” Charles said as Andrew let him in.
“There was a noise, Charles. Under the bed. Come and listen,” Andrew said, grabbing Charles’ hand as he dragged him towards his room.
Andrew peered inside and switched the light on, refusing to enter. Charles could see nothing alarming.
“What am I supposed to be hearing?” Charles said.
“Shh! It’s like a rustling sound. It scared me!” Andrew whispered.
Both of them kept silent, listening for the sound Andrew had apparently heard. Five minutes passed. Neither heard anything.
“I think you might’ve been imagining it, mate,” Charles said.
“I wasn’t! Go look under the bed. I swear something’s there,” Andrew hissed, shoving Charles into the room.
“I swear, this is just an excuse to get me over here,” Charles said as he nonetheless knelt by the bed and peered underneath it. “Got a torch, Hansen?”
Fearfully, Andrew stepped into the room and handed him the torch that lived in one of his drawers before retreating back into the hallway.
Charles sighed as he shone the light underneath the bed. He was actually surprised to find two golden eyes shining back at him. He sat up, confused. This would be the one time Andrew wasn’t just making this sort of stuff up.
“Get me a broom. I wanna flush the fucker out,” Charles said.
“Back in a sec,” Andrew said, dashing out of the room. He returned soon enough with a broom and bravely knelt beside him.
Charles took the broom and slid it under the bed, rattling it to scare whatever was under there. There was a plaintive mewling and a tiny kitten fled in fear, skidding on the floorboards as it dashed into the hallway and away from the big thing that was trying to hurt it.
“You have a kitten? Since when have you had a kitten?” Charles said, gazing after it.
“Uh, since today? His name’s Wonky, cos he has a kink in his tail,” Andrew said, smiling at Charles.
“And you didn’t see fit to mention this til now because…?”
“Uh, I forgot?” Andrew said, trying to look adorable.
Charles stood, leaving the broom on the floor. “You woke me at two in the fucking morning because you forgot you had a kitten and it was hiding under your bed? Jesus, Hansen, that’s pathetic even by your standards.”
“Oh, come on, I didn’t know it was Wonky! It didn’t even sound like a kitten!” Andrew said. “You’ll love him, he’s so cute!”
Andrew got to his feet and chased after him, calling to the kitten as he searched the house. Charles followed, if only to see what all the fuss was about. They eventually found him huddled in his basket, shaking. Andrew knelt beside him and brought him into his arms. Charles noticed that he indeed had a kink in his tail. He was also ginger, and adorably so.
“There, there, it’s okay, sorry we scared you. You’ll be okay, I promise,” Andrew said, cooing to him.
“He is cute, I’ll give you that,” Charles said.
Wonky mewled and batted at Andrew’s finger, chewing on it as best he could. “Aww, look at him. He’s so cute!” Andrew said, almost mewling himself.
“We’ve established his cuteness. Can we go to bed now? Your punishment for waking me up and forcing me to drive out here in the middle of the night is letting me share your bed, Hansen,” Charles said, tiredness making him crabbier than normal.
Andrew insisted on bringing Wonky with them as they got back into bed. The tiny kitten clung to Andrew’s shirt, threatening to fall asleep in his arms.
“Thanks for coming. Sorry for being such a wimp,” Andrew murmured, gently stroking the kitten.
“It’s one of your semi-endearing features. I’d like to point out I don’t do this for just anyone, you know,” Charles said.
“I like that you do it for me,” Andrew said. “Next time there’ll be a proper monster under the bed, and you can slay it for me and I’ll swoon and call you my hero.”
“I always thought you should’ve been born a girl,” Charles said.
Andrew just smiled at him and gave him a bashful kiss. If it weren’t for the tiny kitten in his arms, he’d have gone further, but the poor thing was fast asleep, purring adorably against his chest. It seemed a pity to move him now. Charles deigned to brush a finger across the kitten’s head, smiling at his warmth and the way he had shut his eyes and curled against Andrew’s body.
“I still can’t get over the fact you called him Wonky. What kind of name is that for a kitten anyway?” Charles said.
“I sorta named him after you, silly. He is ginger, you know,” Andrew murmured.
“I did notice, yes. Sentimental bastard,” Charles said, chuckling quietly.
Charles pressed a kiss to Andrew’s forehead and snuggled close to him. Andrew really was adorable, even when being a wimp, even more so when cradling a kitten in his arms. He could almost forgive him for the late night house call, and there was nothing that stroked his ego more than being Andrew’s dashing Prince Charming, saving him from the evil designs of tiny kittens.