so last night could have gone better

[skoosiepants]

Just when we were settling down to catch the encore pilot ep of that Terminator show, Roxy decides to eat Chewie. I mean, they fought over a bone, but Chewie's smaller than our cats, and Roxy kind of wanted to kill her. I'm not going to lie, it was possibly the scariest thing ever, oh my god. We ended up at the emergency vet for about three hours; Chewie's got a puncture wound on her throat and one just under her eye, which LUCKILY didn't cause any corneal damage. We kept Roxy downstairs and slept with Chew-bear snuggled up to us under the covers. Roxy, of course, doesn't remember a thing, and couldn't understand why she couldn't sniff and nudge Chewie around, and Chewie was terrified of her for about four hours this morning, but J called around noon and said they were playing together again. They no longer get bones, ever ever. I've still got this horrible sick feeling in my gut, because it's not like we can ever get rid of Roxy, because they'd put her to sleep, and Chewie is my baby girl and I can't live without her.

Poor Moose had no idea what was going on. He was following me around the house last night, and he usually just ignores me if I don't have his food.

So, okay. Take my mind off of stuff with drabbles? I want Zack stories. And stories about Joe. Or anything that involves cuddling and/or hurt/comfort.

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[mintyfiend.livejournal.com]

Oh man, your poor puppy! It really is scary when a dog has a moment like that. I saw my grandad's farm dogs fight a couple of times. Not fun.

Um, your icon sent me to an MCR place. So a little Frank/Gerard that hopefully doesn't suck...

Frank peered around the door and everything was still the same as the last time he looked. Gerard huddled up on the couch, in a cocoon of blankets. Pretty much all that was visible was a head and a cast-covered arm. Taking a deep breath, Frank finally entered the room with a quiet, "Hey Gee."

Gerard looked up for a second before fixing his gaze back on his cast. "Hi Frank. What are you...I mean, um, wanna sit?" Hesitating only a moment, Frank shuffled over, carefully flopped down and tried to cuddle up to him, just a little. "So, uh, how you been?" This startled a snort out of Gerard but he still didn't look at Frank. The pile of blankets shrugged a little but Gerard stayed silent.

Gerard was mad at him. It was Frank's fault he'd broken his arm after all. And his right arm too. No writing or drawing until it healed. Frank almost wished Gerard would scream at him. Tell him he was as big of an idiot as Frank felt. This quiet, sad air about him was almost unbearable.

"Look Gee I'm sorry I..."/"Sorry I'm such a..."
"You go."/"You go."

Finally Gerard looked up at Frank and smiled a little. "Go for it Gee", Frank said, waiting for the latest in a long line of 'I'm disappointed in you' speeches he'd gotten.

"Typical, huh. I'm like a magnet for screw-ups." Frank winced but let Gerard continue. "I'm sorry I messed up your surprise Frankie. I didn't realise I was such a total clutz." The blankets shrugged again. "But apparently I am. So, yeah, I'm sorry I totally suck at ice-skating. Next time your should take Bob and Ray. Not Mikes though. Horrible balance is probably genetic."

Gerard was apologising. To him. For ruining Frank's big surprise. Frank's attempt at a date. Not that Gerard knew that. Moving a little closer to the blankets, Frank kneeled up to get closer, "I thought you were pissed at me. Ice-skating was a stupid idea. Should have taken you out for coffee instead. My date-fu might be broken. It'll be better next time."

"Date?"
"Yeah."
"Next time?"
"Yeah."
Gerard smiled. "Hey Frank, wanna draw shit on my cast?"
"Yeah."

[skoosiepants.livejournal.com]

Awwww, this is so damn adorable, thank you hon! *hugs*

[mintyfiend.livejournal.com]

No probs *hugs ya back*

Hope you're feeling better! (And your doggy too!)