White Collar Ficlet - Out of Proportion
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elrhiarhodanTitle: Out of Proportion
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elrhiarhodan
Fandom: White Collar
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Mozzie, Peter Burke, Elizabeth Burke, Neal Caffrey
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: Crack
Word Count: ~400
Beta Credit: None
Summary: When you're a were-creature, you need to be careful about what cold medicines you take. They can really screw up your metabolism.
A/N: This one, like yesterday's entry, is solely the fault of my enabler-in-chief,sinfulslasher, who sent me another GIF (at the bottom of the story) wondering if this too could be Mozzie. Should be read in conjunction with A Friend To Predators.
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"Awww, look at him. Sooo cute." El cupped her hand around Moz and fed him a piece of broccoli. The little guy seemed to enjoy it immensely.
"Well, this is something new." Peter peered over his wife's shoulder and stared at their friend. "It's not even the right time of the month for his change.
Neal just opened his mouth and started meowing. True to his breed, Neal-as-Cat was mouthy and opinionated.
"You think it's because of the cold he has? That it's affecting his transformative powers?" El asked, but she didn't stop making funny faces at the tiny creature in her hand.
Neal yowled.
"And he took too much of his bee pollen concoction?"
The sound that came out of Neal-as-Cat's mouth was the feline equivalent of "affirmative".
El scratched Moz between his delicate ears and marveled at how responsive he was to her caress. "Well, I guess that makes sense. Though Moz should know better than to take untested drugs now that he's a were-creature."
Peter chimed in, "I suppose that caring for a gerbil can't be all that different from caring for an albino chinchilla. Do you think he wants some pesto-in-a-tube?"
Instead of answering Neal jumped up onto the island where they were all congregated. Moz froze and El could feel the tiny creature's already rapid heartbeat triple as Neal tried to investigate. "Peter, take Neal away, he's terrifying Mozzie."
Ignoring his friend's ear-splitting protests, Peter picked Neal up by the scruff of his neck and deposited next to Satchmo. The Lab sighed, gave him a long suffering look and draped a heavy paw over Neal, pinning him.
When he rejoined Elizabeth at the kitchen island, she had a curious look on her face and Moz was back to ecstatically consuming the broccoli. "What's the matter, hon?"
"Will you look at the size of that thing."
Peter blinked, at first not getting what his wife was talking about. She tickled him under his chin, and Mozzie rolled over, sat up and started flailing his feet.
Peter got an eyeful. "That's not his tail."
El laughed. "Nope."
Peter just shook his head. "Well, some things don't change, no matter what species you are."
FIN
Author:
elrhiarhodan Fandom: White Collar
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Mozzie, Peter Burke, Elizabeth Burke, Neal Caffrey
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: Crack
Word Count: ~400
Beta Credit: None
Summary: When you're a were-creature, you need to be careful about what cold medicines you take. They can really screw up your metabolism.
A/N: This one, like yesterday's entry, is solely the fault of my enabler-in-chief,
sinfulslasher, who sent me another GIF (at the bottom of the story) wondering if this too could be Mozzie. Should be read in conjunction with A Friend To Predators."Awww, look at him. Sooo cute." El cupped her hand around Moz and fed him a piece of broccoli. The little guy seemed to enjoy it immensely.
"Well, this is something new." Peter peered over his wife's shoulder and stared at their friend. "It's not even the right time of the month for his change.
Neal just opened his mouth and started meowing. True to his breed, Neal-as-Cat was mouthy and opinionated.
"You think it's because of the cold he has? That it's affecting his transformative powers?" El asked, but she didn't stop making funny faces at the tiny creature in her hand.
Neal yowled.
"And he took too much of his bee pollen concoction?"
The sound that came out of Neal-as-Cat's mouth was the feline equivalent of "affirmative".
El scratched Moz between his delicate ears and marveled at how responsive he was to her caress. "Well, I guess that makes sense. Though Moz should know better than to take untested drugs now that he's a were-creature."
Peter chimed in, "I suppose that caring for a gerbil can't be all that different from caring for an albino chinchilla. Do you think he wants some pesto-in-a-tube?"
Instead of answering Neal jumped up onto the island where they were all congregated. Moz froze and El could feel the tiny creature's already rapid heartbeat triple as Neal tried to investigate. "Peter, take Neal away, he's terrifying Mozzie."
Ignoring his friend's ear-splitting protests, Peter picked Neal up by the scruff of his neck and deposited next to Satchmo. The Lab sighed, gave him a long suffering look and draped a heavy paw over Neal, pinning him.
When he rejoined Elizabeth at the kitchen island, she had a curious look on her face and Moz was back to ecstatically consuming the broccoli. "What's the matter, hon?"
"Will you look at the size of that thing."
Peter blinked, at first not getting what his wife was talking about. She tickled him under his chin, and Mozzie rolled over, sat up and started flailing his feet.
Peter got an eyeful. "That's not his tail."
El laughed. "Nope."
Peter just shook his head. "Well, some things don't change, no matter what species you are."
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Date: 2015-04-08 11:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-04-08 11:27 pm (UTC)Thank you so much!