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Chameleon - Elton John (fluff/light angst)

Talk about last minute.. I wrote this yesterday! XD Happy birthday to Sir Elton John. 
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1975

Despite it being nearly 10:30 in the morning, Elton John was asleep, having had a chaotic night the night before.

He had been feeling stressed and needed to loosen up, so he'd been partying and shopping, that sort of thing.

Anything to make him feel better.

So there he was, dreaming. But his dreams started to shift, getting less smooth and more strange.

But dreams are always a bit strange, and sometimes just reflect thoughts.

He tossed and turned slightly, his movements getting faster. 

Elton noticed he could hear noises.. the noises were quite loud, and it took him a moment to wake up and realise that these noises weren't made up, he wasn't going crazy.

Groggily, he rubbed his eyes and started to get out of bed.

His legs got tangled in the sheets for a second and he huffed, frustrated.

He put a pair of glasses on so things would be in focus - well, his vision would be, at least, and he walked around to discover where all that racket was coming from.

Elton was still feeling sleepy, having a difficult time figuring out where the sounds came from.

Considering what he'd drank last night, it made it hard as well. He hummed, trying to pay attention.

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As he entered the kitchen, where the noise was loudest, he got startled and jumped. His mind raced; why was anyone in his house? He then let out a scream.

And he was met with a scream in return, just from the unexpected noise.

"Seriously!" Elton started to laugh, his eyes watery with amusement.

The other person laughed too, still feeling a bit surprised.

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It took him a moment to catch his breath. "Bernie, what are you doing here?"

"Since it's your birthday, I thought I'd come over to surprise you! And I saw that you weren't up yet, so I'm making breakfast. Well, kind of." Bernie explained.

The noise had been pots and pans, and other cooking related sounds.

"It's better than anything I can make, I'm sure. But I wouldn't expect you to come over this early." Elton sounded confused, but grateful for the company.

Bernie took a second to read Elton's facial expression, and he saw that Elton was being serious.

"Elton, it's nearly eleven. I don't know what time you went to bed, but it's not early at all."

"Oh," the piano player said with a tone of solemn realisation. He looked as if he didn't know what to do with that fact.

Bernie stood there curiously, plating the food and leaving it on the counter.  

Elton leans against his friend drowsily, spaced out a bit.

"Are you all right?" Bernie asked, looking over his shoulder.

"What?" Elton seemed unsure.

"I said, are you all right, Elton?"

"Yeah, I just.. I mean, thanks for cooking, it's just.. things are going a little fast. And noisy. You did wake me up, you know." Elton replied, a cheeky grin at his comment.

"Sorry about that." Bernie shrugged. "Erm. Can you move, please? I just need to put these on the table."

"Oh, right, sorry." Elton instantly moved and sighed, looking like he was longing for something.

Bernie, noticing how he'd responded, softened his voice. "It's okay, Reg. You haven't done anything wrong, I just needed to move." He assured him.

Elton stiffened a bit at the nickname, feeling overly sensitive. "Okay." He nodded.

When Bernie had put the plates down, he gently placed a hand on Elton. "Elton. Look at me, are you okay? You seem upset."

"Yes, I'm fine. I'm sorry." Elton sat at the table and Bernie sat next to him.

"You've nothing to be sorry for. It's all right." Bernie was careful with his words.

They both had breakfast, perhaps more like brunch, and Elton looked calmed down.

"Oh, I've got you a gift as well. If you'd like it now." Bernie offered.

"You didn't have to, but thanks. Yeah, I'd like that. Mostly I just like you being here. Do you know why?"

Bernie shook his head, his eyes bright with interest.

"Because you really care. And you make me laugh. You're like a brother to me."

"Aww. You're one of my best friends too, Elton."

Elton smiled and gave Bernie a hug. Bernie hugged him in return and then handed him a present. 

Elton opened it eagerly, finding that it was a sparkly button-up shirt. He tried it on, happy that it fit. 

"Thank you, Bernie. What a nice shirt." 

"It's no problem."

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