Prompt (#): Wings (598)
Fandom: Sorcerer's Apprentice
Author: hitagashi
Warnings/Spoilers: Cockney slang, Drake turned into a winged feline
Character(s); Pairing: Drake, Dave, Veronica, Balthazar, Abigail; Drave
Rating: G
Genre: I don't even know anymore but crack/AU
Summary: Okay so, you have to understand, of all the things that could happen this one was minor, minor, I tell you!
Disclaimer: I do not own Sorcerer's Apprentice and make no money off of these writings.
Note: I WAS ORIGNALLY GOING TO DO SOMETHING WHERE DAVE HAD A GUARDIAN ANGEL OR SOMETHING. And this happened. I don't... even know. Yes, it's meant to seem rather disjointed. Sorry if it's not as quality as the others. "Use your loaf" means "use your head" and is actually common outside the Cockney area too. Don't know if this would even be possible but I really had no idea how to do this.
Okay so, you have to understand, of all the things that could happen this one was minor, minor, I tell you! I mean, really, I had what? Two plasma bolts and a fire ball hurled at me? So I reacted! Just a knee-jerk reaction! I didn't really mean to do it! Really, if I had do you think I would have done that? No, obviously not. I'm not stupid. Yeah, I know it was a stupid thing to do! I don't know- not right now, okay?
Look, anyway, I really had no idea what to do, okay? I freaked and I got them back but then this happened and I don't know how it happened but now it did and I don't have any idea how to fix it. What? No. No, that is not going to happen. No, the end. I am not going to keep him like this.
Okay, so, anyway, I think she's going to be really, really angry at me and if that happens I don't know if she'll let me near him anymore. Even if it was an accident. I really, truly, 100% did not mean to do this but you know how she gets about him. It's like a slippery slope. What... no a slippery slope is something where if one bad thing happens everything else goes bad too. It's a figure of speech, Balthazar. Thank you, Veronica, I swear.
Mew.
Now, this is the part where the introspective story goes on and on usually, yes? Well it won't here. So the thing is, and this is important, but Dave kind of got attacked by a few Morganians. Yes, this is a thing that happened, indeed. And why is there a mew? Well, because he accidentally let out energy instead of a spell, Drake, you know, Drake Stone, magician, looks like a member of Depeche Mode, Dave's current on-off boyfriend, got turned into a cat.
A cat with wings.
This author would like to inform you that no one knows how that's even remotely possible. At all. In fact, it flies in the face of everything the sorcerers know. Veronica and Balthazar are on Witch Wrath Watch, so named because when Drake got mugged Abigail went postal on the attacker. So, they were on watch while he worked on changing his currently not boyfriend back.
"Mew." Sighing, he pet Drake's head, smiling sadly at the loud and rolling purr that met him. To be fair, he was a lot like that Cardcaptors' character. Big, lion-like, very big wings (black, funny enough). Drake looked like he wanted to say something, say something and be sure it was heard.
"I'm sorry." Eyes rolled, a large head settling in his lap and purr echoing. Dave leaned forward, wrapping his arms around the cat's neck and sinking to the floor in front of him. Paws settled on either side of him, Drake nuzzling into his shoulder with a sigh.
"Use your loaf, pet." He could almost hear him saying that in that smug way he always did. He'd laughed and asked him what it meant, came to understand a lot of odd turns of phrase the man used. He tried to keep from the odd ones, ones no one would get, but really, he grew up where that accent was normal. A smile, squeezing tighter. His fingers curled in fur, eyes closed and breathing deeply.
He didn't realize he'd been out, or that he'd been wrapped in something. All he heard was Veronica and Balthazar, asking questions to... someone. Him? No. Looking up, he blinked at the man above him.
"You're a right sight, luv." Smiling, the blond leaned down, kissing his forehead. "Used your loaf, eh, mate?" A snort, Dave curling into his arms with a small yawn. It was explained later, by Abigail no less, that he'd used so much energy that Drake had kind of... drawn it in. It didn't explain the form but it explained the why. Also, they were very much on again. He just hoped it stayed that way.