So...

[Poll #1436761]

M'kay. Clearly I need less caffeine.

ETA: I don't mean to imply that I think they are actually referring to another band.

For Tabby

She promped me with question, rain, key, and this is what she gets: a snippet from the werewolf 'verse:

Tom wakes to the patter of rain on the window. Sean is curled against his chest, his head tucked under Tom's chin, and Ryan is plastered to his back, one arm thrown across both their chests. They're sleeping soundly, so that can't be what woke him. He has a niggling feeling that something is wrong, though, and he can't shake it. He lies there, trying to relax back into slumber-they'd been up all night hunting, and he was exhausted when they fell into bed after dawn-but it's impossible.

Finally he edges out from under Sean, shushing his unconscious grumblings, and finds fresh clothes, letting himself out of the bedroom and apartment quietly. He's still a block from his old place, which he hasn't sublet yet, despite not sleeping there in months, when he spies Jon on the stoop. He's wet and miserable, his face drawn and tired, and Tom feels questions bubbling up in his throat immediately.

"Sorry. I forgot my spare key." Forgot his windbreaker, forgot that it was autumn in a city that had real seasons, forgot his *boys*. Tom mentally rearranges his questions.

"No problem, Jonny. I can get you another one. Let's get inside. I haven't had any coffee yet, and you look like you could use some."



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ETA: As I just told why_me_why_not, canon is screwing with my ability (small as it was to begin with) to write, especially happily-ever-after fic.