Ryden Oneshots

The One Where Brendon Does Not Turn Into A Bunny

Okay, sure, there was that time with the koala bear and the leaves--and there's a reason Brendon's the only member of Decaydance ever not to have gotten a picture with that thing--but it's not like Brendon just goes around expecting Jon Walker to put animal treats down Brendon's pants. Two times--there was the Hobo incident as well--does not a pattern make.

Three times, maybe, but Brendon totally didn't know Jon had put the carrot bites in Brendon's jean pockets until it was way, way too late.

*

The bunny came to him, okay? It did, it hopped right over on its unnaturally--read awesomely--large feet and planted said front feet on Brendon's knee and sniffled at him with a very soft, very twitchy nose. It wasn't like Brendon went into the shoot planning to steal a bunny, but when he tentatively put his finger to said nose, the bunny stilled under the attention and then just settled while he soothed his hand over its back, again and again and again.

It was so, so soft, the softest thing Brendon had ever felt, even including Clover and both Dylans and Hobo and Boba. And its nose tickled when it sniffed its way around Brendon. Its nails were kind of sharp, but it didn't claw, just climbed and crawled up Brendon, its nose making its way into Brendon's neck, against his cheek. Brendon laughed, hugging the bunny to him. It seemed unsure about that for a moment, but when it realized he was still going to pet it, it calmed right down.

The trainer found them like that and said, "Sebastian found himself a friend, huh?"

"Sebastian?" Brendon asked.

"Like from 'The Little Mermaid.' His spots look like crabs. And I let my son name him." She shrugged.

Brendon touched his nose to Sebastian's. "Hi," he said. Brendon was a big believer in destiny.

*

Spencer Smith was not.

When Spencer Smith very nearly tripped on Sebastian The World's Most Awesome Bunny at two in the morning, about an hour after they finally got off the shoot, he said, "Holy shit, what the fuck?"

Ryan and Jon peered out of the kitchen. Brendon ran from the bathroom, where he'd only gone for one second and told Sebastian, "I said to stay under the couch." It wasn't as though it had been easy, smuggling a fairly large mammal away from the set and finding somewhere for him to chill while Brendon came up with a reasonable and sane explanation for why Sebastian had to be his. I mean, clearly he did, anyone with any sense could see that, but Brendon had often found that Spencer, Ryan ad Jon defined "sense" slightly differently than Brendon.

Sebastian was chewing on the bottoms of Spencer's slippers. Spencer stepped away. "Oh fuck no."

Sebastian hopped over to Brendon and sniffed at his--bare--feet. Brendon reached down, curled himself over the bunny and scooped him up. He said, "This is Sebastian, guys."

Ryan gaped. Spencer snapped into bitch-face. Jon looked like he was trying pretty hard not to laugh. Finally Spencer said, "Brendon."

"Spencer."

"Brendon. Tell me you did not steal a trained bunny from our very fucking own video shoot."

Brendon frowned. "I didn't steal him. He adopted me. See?" Brendon looked down at where Sebastian was pretty much completely passed out in his arms.

Ryan and Spencer both looked suspicious. Jon Walker was totally in Brendon's corner, though, Brendon could tell. Or well, he didn't look surprised, and that was something. Brendon explained, "He came up to me and he just followed me."

"I followed lots of people around the casino when I was a kid, Brendon," Ryan said, looking a little concerned. Brendon was momentarily glad he had context and the knowledge of Ryan's love of people watching to go with that comment. Somebody probably should have taken Ryan home, but Brendon didn't say that. There were fair ways to fight and there were unfair ways, and Brendon only got unfair when it was really called for. Then Brendon could fucking rain hellfire down. That wasn't necessary at this moment, though.