Pete the cat! Based after Peter Panda and Donut Sprinkles, my step-brother's cats. Yup, Mikey has a cat named Donut Sprinkles. As usual, I own nothing publicly recognized. I don't even own Pete, cuz he's property of Mike. I figured I'd post something while I can. I'm going to Romania to visit with my aunt and uncle for a few days, then I've got some pretty intense physio for my busted up knee. I dunno when I'm gonna be able to post some more stuff, but I hope it's soon. Enjoy! ~Callum
The call came early, around five-thirty. For a moment, Speed almost decided to ignore it. It was, after all, one of his rare weekdays off. He'd much rather be curled up on his couch, reading the book that had been stuck in his mind all week while his cat vied for his attention.
But it was his job to find the answers, and that is what he would do. Even if it meant getting up early on his day off. Because there were people out there that needed the closure, there were people that needed to be protected from criminals.
"What's going on, Delko?" Speed asked with a yawn as he made his way over to the body. "How come the night shift can't…" he stopped when he saw who was lying in the grass. "Shit." It was Barry, one of the more well-liked techies that worked the graveyard shift.
"Conflict of interest. Boss-man sent them all home." Speed sighed and started processing the scene.
He stood up straight after about a half-hour of taking pictures and saw something out of the corner of his eye. Just as he was about to yell out a warning, a single round was fired. He felt the warmth of blood spreading slowly across his stomach and suddenly the ground was rushing up to meet him.
"Speed!" Eric was crouched next to him with his hands over the bullet hole to stop the steady flow of blood. "Speed, hang on, buddy, help's on the way." Speed nodded, gasping for air, and thoughts suddenly raced through his mind.
Who's gonna take care of Pete if I die?
Shut up, Timothy, you're not going to die!
I might.
You think you're about to die and you're worried about who's taking care of your cat?
Pete's important to me!
What about him? He's important, too.
"Hang on, Speed, just hang on." Speed grabbed Eric's wrist and stared at him for a moment.
"I need to tell you something, something important."
"Tell me later, Tim. When you're safe, okay?"
You need to know now!
"Now… you need… know…"
"Tim? Stay with me, Timmy." Speed nodded, but didn't let go of Eric's wrist.
"I… you need… need to know…"
Shut that up… No, seriously, turn that thing off. Hell-oh? Anybody out there? Turn that damn beeping off!
"Turn that off," Speed finally groaned, his eyes squeezed shut to avoid that harsh lights.
"Timmy, you're awake!" Someone was grabbing his hand, but he didn't want to open his eyes and see.
"Turn the damn beeping off." Whoever it was laughed.
"Glad to see you're feeling better." After a long while, Speed eventually opened his eyes and saw the only person in the hospital room with him.
It's Eric! Tell him, idiot, tell him now!
"I need to tell you something, Eric, but don't freak out, okay?" Eric cocked his head.
"You can tell me anything, man, you know that."
"This is… This is different." Speed bit his lip and took a deep breath that shot threads of pain through his stomach. "I, um… I care for you."
"Well, yeah, I know that. I care for you, too." Eric flashed a grin that caused Speed to smack his forehead.
"No, idiot, I care about you. More than a friend should." Eric nodded and said his next words slowly, like he was talking to a preschooler.
"Well, yeah. Like I said, Timmy-Tim, I know that." All of a sudden, Eric's lips were against Speeds. "I was just waiting for you to say it."
Fin.