Title: P.W.G.

Author: Saphira112

Section: Godchild/Count Cain

Genre: Drabble(ish), bit of crack... not really (my first attempt, so it doesn't count)

Word Count: 574

Pairing: slight Cassian/Jezebel (ehh, maybe not)

Rating: PG for Cassian's language

Warnings: Erm... does randomness count?

Summary: Basically Jezebel tries to get Cassian to sing a certain song... we find out something "interesting" about Cassian

Recommended listening: Something Random

P.W.G.

Crackfic

"You want me to what?"

Cassian stared incredulously at the silver-haired doctor as the man crossed the room to stand five feet from him, a piece of paper held in his hand. His glasses shone with the light filtering in through the window and he had a half-smile on his face.

"I just want to hear you sing the first verse of this song," was the somewhat amused-sounding reply.

Cassian raised an eyebrow and tilted his head. "Why?"

Jezebel shrugged. "Just because. You'd do better than me at it anyway."

"What song is it?"

"If you agree to do it, you can see it. But the rule is you can't look over the words. Think of it as an impromptu speech."

Cassian tilted his head the other way now, not sure where this was going. What was the doctor trying to do? Well, it couldn't hurt... "All right. Fine."

"Excellent. Do you want to hear the tune before I give you the words? That way you can begin immediately."

"You're being awfully nice today, doctor," came the comment Cassian couldn't hold back. Something was weird here. Was this some trick to humiliate him?

"I'm hurt," Jezebel replied with a small grin. "It goes something like this..." Jezebel cleaned his throat. "Do do doo doo! Do do doo doo! Do do doo doo da doo doo da DOO!"

Cassian stared. Jezebel had just... no way... the doctor had just... sung out notes? With a straight face? Cassian wasn't sure whether to be amused or just plain freaked out. "Err... ooooooookay?"

Jezebel now smiled, as if unaware of what he had done. "Got it?"

"Yeah. Just give me the words... Before you freak me out even more..."

Jezebel handed over the page with the words with a gaze that meant not to look at the words. Cassian decided to obey this time around, although the feeling that someone had put something in the doctor's drink didn't go away.

Jezebel leaned against the windowsill and raised his eyebrows in expectation. "You may begin."

Cassian turned the paper over and noticed the words had been written in the doctor's handwriting. Easy to read. Good.

Cassian cleared his throat, a blush staining his cheeks as he read the first line quickly.

'It starts with 'I feel pretty'? What the hell?' But Cassian decided to follow through anyway just so the doctor wouldn't think he was stalling to look over the words. He was told not to. Remembering the tune, Cassian fit the first line in his head quickly and decided to just sing it like that from there.

Cassian began.

"I feel pre~ty, oh so pre~ty; oh so pre~ty and wit~ty and—WHOA! NO!" Cassian slammed the paper down, cheeks aflame. "I AM NOT GAY!"

Jezebel seemed amused by Cassian's expression. "Oh, really now, dear Cassian?"

"ONLY ON THURSDAYS!"

Jezebel raised an eyebrow. "It is Thursday, Cassian."

"Shiiiiiiitt..." Cassian ran over to the wall and ripped down the doctor's calendar, taking out a Sharpie from nowhere and scribbling on the dates. It took him less than a minute and he now shoved it up into the doctor's hands. "Not anymore! Now I'm only gay on Fridays!"

Jezebel smirked. "You just made it Friday today." And he pointed to Cassian's scribbles on his calendar to prove it, disregarding the fact his calendar was a mess now.

Cassian flushed. "Fuck."

And later Jezebel would call his plan a success.