longerthanwedo

Title: It’s Raining Cats and Dogs

Beta:jessobsess ty mah dahling <3

Rating: PG

Pairing: bouncy hyper tail-wagging puppy!Brendon/bitchy cares-too-much-about-how-he-looks kitty!Spencer

POV: 3^rd

Summary: The sky over Las Vegas is darkened with the clouds of a rare thunderstorm and the people on the streets are hurrying back and forth across the town, ducking under the shelter of roofs and cowering under umbrellas. And the cats and dogs are plummeting out of the sky like grenades.

Disclaimer: You see the title? Here that means literally. So obviously this is faker than a fake thing on fake tablets. In fake world. On fake planet. In—okay. I’ll stop. You get it.

Author’s Note: Yeah. I have no idea where this came from. My mind, I guess. Which just proves I’m crazy, but whatever. This was so much fun to write, so I hope its fun to read!

It’s raining cats and dogs.

The sky over Las Vegas is darkened with the clouds of a rare thunderstorm and the people on the streets are hurrying back and forth across the town, ducking under the shelter of roofs and cowering under umbrellas.

And the cats and dogs are plummeting out of the sky like grenades.

The night air is filled with a cacophony of yips and squeals, whines and hisses. Animals are landing on roofs and cars. They’re pelting down onto the crowds of people, who dodge the missiles and run for cover.

Dogs are landing in heaps on streets, twisting around on the ground before bounding to their feet, tails wagging and tongues licking. Cats are twirling gracefully during the descent before landing on their four padded feet, shaking the wind out of their hair and prancing about the city. The animals are beginning to outnumber the people as the storm wears on.

Spencer sits atop his cloud and watches as his friends march one by one and leap into the open air. He’s near the end of the line; one of the animals set to fall once the downpour turns into a drizzle.

He licks particles of cloud off his right front paw and sets it down again before cleaning the other.

The large animals go first. Spencer, being a fairly small-sized, young long-haired tabby is forced to wait. He’s always hated lines. He remembers he was one of the last in the queue when he was first born and waiting for his cloud assignment. Even then he was impatient.

His sharp blue eyes survey the shortening line and he sighs. He supposes this should be exciting for him, since it is his first time out of the sky. But, really, this whole going-down-to-earth thing doesn’t interest Spencer in the slightest.

He’s not looking forward to the long fall down from his cloud; he’s not looking forward to having his paws ruined on the hard streets below. He’s not excited for the trucks and the nets that the people use to collect all the fallen animals. He doesn’t want to be set in a cage for days and days. He doesn’t want a family to take him home, but he doesn’t want to still be stuck there when the 21 days he has to be adopted are up and he’s sent back up into the sky to begin again.

All in all he thinks the whole set up is just way too much work to be worth it.

But he still inches forward behind the Siamese in front of him, growing closer and closer to the gap in his fluffy home until at last there are only two more animals in front of him. He sighs again and slicks back his fur as much as possible to avoid wind damage.

The Siamese drops from sight and Spencer steps up, waits for the signal, and then jumps gracefully into the empty sky.

***

Brendon bounces impatiently as the line in front of him grows rapidly shorter and shorter. One by one the dogs drop out of the cloud and with each one Brendon’s tail wags a little harder. He can barely control his excitement.

He’s been waiting for this his whole life; the moment when he’d finally be ready to rain down on the world below that he’d only heard stories about.

He can’t wait to feel the pavement beneath his feet; he can’t wait to see the tall buildings, the cars, the shiny metal and glass. He can’t wait to see the people. His friends, the ones who’d already been sent down in a storm, they told him not to be scared by the big humans with the nets. They told him that the metal cage was only scary for a day before they got used to it. They told him how happy the animals that were adopted were once they reached their new home.

Brendon has no doubt that he’ll be adopted. He’s bouncy (maybe a little too bouncy), he’s playful (sometimes too playful), and he’s friendly (some have said he's too friendly). But he’s sure these humans will love him.

He envisions his house; it will be small but cozy, with lots of kids and a loving mother. The kids will play with him all the time; they’ll throw things for him to catch, they’ll feed him whenever he’s hungry, they’ll scratch behind his ears just the way he likes it. They will set up a warm comfortable bed for him to sleep in, exhausted after all the fun.

At last the terrier in front of him hops from the cloud, and Brendon’s whole body is wiggling with excitement.

He lets out an excited yip as he leaps from the cloud, wagging his tail all the way down.

***

Spencer’s pleased with his landing. His feet hit the ground with precision, and he hardly scuffs the soft pads of his paws. His hair is only a little windswept, and he licks it into submission.

Spencer looks around. Everything seems so much bigger from down here, he thinks. The buildings tower up on either sides of the street he’s standing in the middle of. The cars look like they could crush him easily with one roll of an enormous wheel. The people don’t look very friendly, either. He doesn’t know what the other cats were going on about; there’s nothing magical about this place.

Although there are a fair number of reflective surfaces around for him to catch his reflection in. The cloud was sorely lacking in those; he had to rely on the word of others to make sure he always looked his best. Maybe—

Spencer’s breath is knocked away with a whoosh as something heavy lands on him and knocks him to the ground. For a second the only thing Spencer feels is annoyed that this thing ruined his perfect landing. Then he remembers to be curious and investigate this object that just fell from the sky.

He gets to his feet and primly brushes the dust off his belly, then looks up.

In front of him stands a medium-sized, energetic lab puppy. He looks windblown and ragged as if, well, as if he just fell from the sky.

But despite his rough appearance, the puppy has a glow about him. His face is so open, so happy, his brown eyes gleaming in the dark light. His tongue hangs out of his mouth and his tail is wagging back and forth with such force that his whole body is in motion.

This dog has a nice body, Spencer notes. He’s slender and lean and his fur is black and shining. He looks healthy and, well, Spencer’s never had a thing for dogs really, but this one…he’s really quite attractive. Spencer thinks that if he liked dogs or was looking for a relationship, this newcomer may just be his type.

His thoughts are cut off when the lab speaks in a loud, deep voice, “Hi! I’m Brendon!”

***

Brendon is somewhat awestruck by the light brown tabby that sits elegantly in front of him. He’s never had a chance to socialize with many cats; his cloud was dogs-only, but he’s seen them from afar and he’s always been quite intrigued.

This cat before him, though, is unlike any cat Brendon has ever seen. This one has shiny fur that looks impeccable despite being just blown by strong wind. It looks fluffy and soft and Brendon wants to rub his own face up against it to see how it feels. And this cat has the most stunning eyes. They’re big and almond-shaped, seeming to change color from a brilliant blue to a light grey in the moments that they stand there.

“Hi! I’m Brendon!” he says, desperately wanting to befriend this kitty.

The cat looks at him for a long moment, studying his face and Brendon just wags his tail and waits for this beautiful creature to speak.

“Hello. My name is Spencer.”

Spencer. The name fits perfectly, Brendon decides.

***

Brendon moves closer to Spencer and Spencer lets him, noting the fresh puppy scent that wafts off his body. Spencer decides he likes that smell. It compliments his own musky feline scent.

Spencer moves forward and sniffs the side of Brendon’s face with his pink nose. He closes his eyes and it feels good. He’s never had a boyfriend or girlfriend before, and he decides right then that he’ll give Brendon a shot. The dog seems to be intrigued by him anyways.

Spencer purrs and rubs his head against Brendon’s shoulder. His fur is so soft.

Brendon makes a contented sigh in his throat and he turns his head so it’s against Spencer’s smaller one, brown against black.

Spencer’s kitty eyes stare into Brendon’s and Brendon smiles a doggy smile.

Spencer’s whiskers tickle Brendon’s cheek and Brendon leans in and licks the top of Spencer’s head. Spencer doesn’t even hiss.

They were made for each other.