eerieindiana | Librariverse Vignette: Werechicken

A vignette from my Librariverse.

Title: Werechicken
Rating: Teen and Silly
Summary: Downtime after Eerie weirdness
Warning: All is not as it seems, and Marshall really should know better. Extremely, extremely minor suggestion of a crossover.

It was dark and quiet in Dash's secret library room. Marshall was reclined against a mound of pillows and cushions, in between his legs, using his chest and shoulders as a pillow, reclined Dash. It was warm and intimate, and would have gotten more intimate if, one: Dash hadn't apparently fallen asleep, and two: Simon wasn't using Marshall's right thigh as a pillow himself with Fluffy flopped over his legs, quietly snoring. Still, Marshall's left arm was wrapped around Dash's waist, covering Dash's own arm, the fingers of Dash's right hand intertwined with the fingers on Marshall's left. Marshall had his right hand resting on the top on Simon's head.

Truth be told, werewolves were scary, but they had absolutely nothing on werechickens. A six foot tall rooster with sharp claws and beak was a terrifying sight...six of them and sixteen hens had actually made Marshall wonder if he was going to see his eighteenth birthday. But they had, with a little help from some Things, Inc. Experimental Poultry Seasoning, uncursed the Ingalls family and everyone had had a good laugh until Mayor Chisel has shown up and the fun died off. Marshall was seriously beginning to wonder about the Mayor. Lately if Eerie's weirdness was actively trying to kill them, the Mayor turned up.

Dash shifted a little, so his left arm rested on top of Marshall's and held his hand against the sliver of skin revealed by Dash's shirt riding up as he nestled even more against Marshall. Marshall could his contentment rise even as his eyes drifted shut.

"Mmmm, Marshall," Dash murmured, not quite as asleep as Marshall had though, "you love me?"

"MhMhm," Marshall hummed positively in response.

"Good," Dash said, pressing Mars' hand closer, "feel that? I'm pregnant."

Marshall's eyes popped open.

"What?!?"

"MhMmm," Dash nodded.

Marshall tilted his head as much as he could to see Dash's face. Dash's countenance was calm, peaceful and serene. All was right in his world.

"What?" Marshall asked again.

"You're going to be a good father," Dash mumbled, nuzzling into Marshall's neck.

"What?"

"Love you."

"Please tell me you're joking!"

"HA!" Simon's head came up, "I win! Three 'whats' and a 'tell me you're joking.' You're gonna have to pay up, X!"

Marshall shook his head in confusion and found himself looking down into irritated but affectionate eyes.

"You couldn't have said 'What?' one more time, could you Mars?" Dash said with annoyance, "then Simon would have had to give me his cd player."

Marshall stared at his best friend and his boyfriend, and shook his head again, this time in disbelief. He should have known not to leave them alone together any amount of time. He had discovered they were mischief incarnate together.

"So you were joking, and you're not pregnant," he stated, wanting affairs clarified.

"No, I'm not pregnant," Dash said, with a soft pfft of breath. But he was very careful not to discount the possibility of either one of getting pregnant, regardless of their physical sex. That would be tempting Eerie just too much. After 'Better Weird, Than Dead,' 'Don't Tempt Fate' had become their other watch words.

Absolutely still for a moment, Marshall smiled as wickedly as Dash ever could.

"Well, I don't suppose that means I shouldn't keep trying," he stage-whispered salaciously into Dash's ear, and slid his hand up Dash's shirt, causing Dash to gasp and jerk.

"Hey!" Simon sat up, "knock it off! Impressionable teen and jackalope here! We're still recovering from when we walked in on you two playing with the chocolate pudding and the whipped cream. We're mentally scarred from that little incident,"

Marshall snorted and pulled them both back down.

"Okay, enough," he said, "we need to sleep. You and I need to get to school tomorrow, Simon. And I need you, Dash, to figure out what's in that poultry seasoning. I want to send some to Max if it's really handy in curing supernatural beings."

The other two murmured their ascent and settled back down. Within minutes both Simon and Dash were sleeping.

However it took Marshall a little longer to fall asleep as he had to stifle the minute part of his mind that was disappointed that it had been a joke. He succeeded when he pointed out that men just weren't built for being pregnant and a pregnancy would, in all likelihood, kill Dash. That made him hold Dash that much tighter. Still, Marshall fell asleep wondering if they would have enough time in the morning, after Simon went home to change clothes, to make the effort though.