Title: It's Raining Cats and Dogs
By: WiccanWitch
Pairing: gen
Rating: PG
Warnings: character death
Notes: Set after "Lost Son". Italics means dream sequence.
Summary: "I died but then I came back, just not the way I would have like."

The cold is the first thing I notice while waking up, and then slowly I'm starting to realise I'm also wet. Now that can't be a good thing. How can I be cold and wet in my own bed? Eric better had nothing to do with this. Then the hunger hits. Man I feel like I haven't eaten for days.

Deciding to get up I stretch and open my eyes. Owww. Too bright. OK let's try that again. Better, not so bright anymore, but why does everything look so grey and weird. Looking around I find that I'm definitely not in my bed, scratch that, I'm not even in my house. From the look of things I seem to be in some kind of alley. OK now how did I get here? But no matter how hard I try I don't seem to be able to remember anything that could help me explain how I got here

Considering my memory isn't helping I decide to stand up to get a better look around and see where I am. If I know where I am, I might remember how I got here. But instead of getting up, I end up flat on my stomach. Apparently my limbs don't seem to want to work the way they should. Great.

I suddenly hear people laughing. So I turn my head and see a pair old beggars laughing their asses off and pointing at me. "Hey" Ok that definitely didn't sound like a 'hey' coming out of my mouth.

Looking myself over I see nothing but dark striped fur. Not Good. Ok, don't panic, I'm sure there is a rational explanation for this.

"Hey kitty, why don't you come here? Here puss, puss" One of the beggars says while getting up and walking towards me. "Hey watch it pal." And again nothing more that a mewling sounds comes out of my mouth. Ok so talking is out. I try to stand up again, slowly this time.

Suddenly a loud bang goes off making me fall down again. Cat body or not I'd recognise that sound anywhere. A gunshot. Looking around I see the beggar, the one who had been talking to me, lying down in a pool of blood and the other one is nowhere to be seen.

Slowly I get up, again, and try to walk over to the guy. OK for the record, walking on four legs is a lot more difficult than it seems, as I end up falling down twice more before I reach the guy. The guy is definitely dead, the big hole in his head made sure of that.

Rather than looking for my way home, I decide to stay and wait. If I'm lucky someone will have notified the police. It's still daylight so maybe someone I know will show up at the scene. I hope they get here fast, because I'm getting really hungry now and strangely sleepy.

Shooting all around me, it's was all happening so fast. then the pain came and I fell down.
Blood everywhere. My blood? I can hear my name being called but then everything fades away, the pain, the noise, everything.

The noise of a siren wakes me up. Slowly getting up I notice I had been lying in the dead guys blood. Suddenly I get a flashback to the dream I just had. Great now I'm cold, wet, hungry, stuck in a cat's body, covered in blood and having weird dreams. This day just keeps on getting worse and I still don't have a clue as to how I got here.
Footsteps alert me to the coming police officers. One of them sees me and starts to sneeze. "Hey Mike, you OK?" The other on says.

"Yeah, I'm just allergic to cat's." Mike answers before sneezing again.

The second one turns to me. "Shoo, shoo, you dumb cat."

Dumb cat, why I ... It's not my fault your buddy's allergic to me, beside didn't you know animals can provide clues. I found evidence on a dog once that helped solve a case. Dumb cat, hmpf. Am I growling?

Just then Alexx and H arrive. Yes, this day is looking up. "Hey Alexx, H over here." Again with the cat sounds. I forgot about that. I did however manage to get H's attention.

"Hey, little buddy, where did you come from?" H says while crouching down. That's when he sees the blood. H looks over to Alexx and the dead body. Following his gaze I see bloody paw prints leading to me. "It seems like you're a part of the evidence." H says turning back to me "So, you got a name?"

H, it's me, Tim Speedle.

The end