Title: Five by Five
Author: Solarbaby
Rating: T
Disclaimer: All I own is the plot.
Words: 534
Summary: Random RJ/Casey drabbles for the 5sentence_fics at livejournal.
Spoilers: None.
Notes: Drabbles 11-15 of 25.
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11. Breakfast at Denny's
RJ was just way too perky this morning, all things considered, Casey thought as he glanced at his mate from over the Denny's menu. Bright eyed and bouncy, the man seemed to resemble an overeager puppy than someone who was just as hung over, if not more, than Casey. He felt himself visibly blanch as RJ's food was delivered, the smells making his stomach twist, and just asked for a refill of coffee.
The smell from the food only got worse and he mentally curse himself for being such a pushover that he let his mate drag him out of bed and down to Denny's for breakfast.
"I think I'm going to be sick."
12. Only One Life
There were times when RJ was sure that the universe was against him. It hadn't always been that way. These thoughts had begun the moment that brown-eyed tiger had stepped foot inside of his pizza parlor. Life with the man (and other cats) hadn't been quite that easy as one might believe, considering he had come to learn just how stubborn and pretty and completely obvious Casey turned out to be.
But RJ knew he only had one life to live and he wanted to spend it with his tiger.
13. Swords to Plowshares
The truth was that RJ never really noticed that the katana that usually occupied a space on his bedroom wall was missing until he found himself trying to coax a loud yowling cat from the top of a bookcase. He caught sight of the empty space while he tried to grab the animal, knowing that Casey would kill him if the creature ended up falling and breaking its neck (something he thought the cat would do just to spite him).
And when he finally found it, after managing to drag the animal down with minor injuries, RJ had ended up in the small patch of grass out back to find Casey repeatedly stabbing the ground with the missing katana.
"I'm not even going to ask."
"That's probably for the best."
14. Deadman's Hand
The dark slick liquid was everywhere, seeping into his clothes, flowing past his fingers, and creating a dark crimson puddle around the two of them. Breaths were shallow as they exited the body under Casey's hands. He could hear himself begging, pleading for RJ not to leave him like this, reaching down to grasp one of the hands with his own bloody one.
RJ just gave him a weak grin, squeezing the hand back and whispering three words that his tiger echoed back. Casey couldn't help but think, as he gripped the hand tighter and cried while the light faded from his mate's eyes, that 'I love you' had never sounded so much like 'goodbye'.
15. Getting Along
"Your sister called me 'that weird long-haired hippie' when you weren't around and tried to pay me to break up with you."
"I'm sure that-- wait, just how much did she try to pay you, RJ?"
"Ten Thousand."
"I'm not sure if I should be offended by that amount or not."
"Well, it now seems my devotion to you is worth more than ten thousand dollars, so…"
