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To be clear, these are not original characters. I don't know how many of you even know what this series is or what it's really about but it's Animorphs fanfiction. Of what is likely, honestly, my one true pairing. I love them. If you don't know what it's about, it's a kids book series about a secret alien war fought by a small group of young children. Also known as those weird books with the awful covers. Whether you know them or not, I hope you enjoy. - "Tobias." For some reason, the first thing I thought Rachel was going to say was happy birthday. Which would've been weird since my birthday was two weeks ago. I am officially an adult, or, according to Marco, no longer jailbait. I didn't think I ever was with Rachel, she's only a year older than me. What she actually said was a lot worse than happy birthday. "It happened again, Tobias. You need to wake up." Rachel said, urgent now as she shoved me. That got me up quick. Being utterly mortified, no, devastated, would do that. Today made a solid week that we woke up with wet sheets. Because of me. "I'm sorry." I croaked, trying hard not to cry this time. I'd been so embarrassed and confused the first time that it happened to do anything but bawl like a child. It was awful, I knew there were things about being human that would be different now after living for over three years as a hawk but I had no idea I'd have to deal with bedwetting along with not being able to fly. It would have made the decision to be a human nothlit, someone unable to morph, even harder, probably a deal breaker. It had been hard enough as it was, even though I struggled for over two years with that question ever since I got my morphing powers back. "It's ok. Go take a shower, I'll deal with the sheets." Rachel said, gentle like she rarely ever was. It almost made it worse. "Don't worry, I'll just blame it on Dude if anyone finds out." Those were the only good things about the situation. That I hadn't been caught yet, that I had my cat, and that Rachel was being so ok about it. I'd expected her to blow up, to kick me out even after five mornings of it, but she hadn't. Rachel was gentle, careful even, every time it happened. I was surprised to say the least. It was nice enough of her, and her mom, to let me stay with them indefinitely. Rachel hadn't even let me finish the question of where I would go, she hated my relatives more than I did. So it was surprising that, being so nice already, that she hadn't blown up the first time she woke up in a urine covered bed. I think Cassie helped. I wasn't sure if Rachel told her or not but it felt like she did. Cassie pulled me aside the other day to ask if anything weird had been going on lately, she told me I seemed off lately. I got the feeling she was asking about...it. Rachel's shower was nice to, the water was always hot at least. It was never hot enough at my aunt's and my uncle's would run out of hot water all the time. The fact I had to take a shower every day for a week because I woke up covered in my own urine put a damper on my enjoyment of even being able to take a shower of any kind. "I'm sorry." I said again once I got out and got dressed. Rachel was more than happy to have to go clothes shopping for me. No Tommy Hilfiger this time, mostly my clothes just came from the GAP. I still didn't care about clothes like she did but it had been kind of fun. I had clothes that fit, that I got to pick out, and they were all new. "It's fine, Tobias. I know it's not your fault. We'll figure it out." Rachel said, scratching Dude behind the ears. "I'm gonna open the window, buddy. Don't rip my screen, ok?" Obviously, he didn't answer. Since he's a cat. I wish I could figure out why it was happening soon. It was so gross and so embarrassing that I was starting to be afraid to go to sleep. I hated that I had to deal with it but it was even worse that Rachel had to deal with it to. "In, uh, in the mean time..." I said, sure my face was as red as a fire truck. "I could use a sleeping bag. Or something. So at least you don't have to deal with it." I said. That seemed like a good idea. "What are you, stupid?" She asked. There was the regular Rachel attitude. "No? Why is that a bad idea? You shouldn't have to deal with this to." "I told you already. We're dating now and that means we're sticking together. We'll figure it out." "Are you-" "Look, Tobias, it's not like I enjoy it anymore than you do. But I'm not gonna have you sleep on the floor just because you're we-. Because of you issues." She backpedaled. If I wasn't red before, I sure was now. "Ok. But who knows when it's gonna go away?" "Exactly. So I've been thinking." Now it was Rachel's turn to turn red. What could she be embarrassed about? "Look, I'm not making fun of you." She paused and took a deep breath. "You know what? Screw it. I'm just gonna come out and say it. Jordan used to wet the bed for a while not too long ago and we still have pull ups somewhere and you should wear them to bed and I know you're not a baby and I'm not babying you and they're not diapers." "I don't think-" "It's the only way I'm not gonna wake up soaked either until this is over, Tobias. I know we already talked about this but you've passed out twice from dehydration in the couple of months since you've been back to human. Cutting down on liquids is the first thing you're supposed to do to try and stop bed wetting and it's not even a good idea in your case. So it's my only idea without telling someone else." I didn't think my face could get more red. I wanted to refuse, it was almost as embarrassing as actually wetting the bed. "Just because you can pull them up doesn't mean they aren't still diapers. That's a bit extreme, don't you think?" "No. It's super common. Listen, we already went through all this with Jordan. A ton of people have bladder issues, that's why they make diapers big enough for adults. Really, truly, the only other thing I can think of is that it's because you were a hawk for so long that your body forgot how to hold it. I know there's some kinda exercises you can do to help. But that takes time and neither of us want to wake up in a wet bed. So, again, it's the only quick fix I can think of." Rachel said. "Ok." I sighed. "Ok?" She asked. "Yea. I don't like it but we've made worse decisions together. It can't be any more embarrassing than everything's already been." "I'll grab them before tonight then. Do you want to go downstairs to get breakfast now?" She asked. I looked out the window on instinct. Then I remembered. No more mice for Tobias. Which wasn't so bad, not having to sit for hours waiting to kill something. To rip it open with your beak and tear into hot, bloody, meat. I wrenched my eyes away from the window before I could look up at the sky and be even more miserable. I felt like I was an amputee without my wings. "I'm gonna make pancakes." Rachel threatened. "No! No, that's ok." I said, brought back to reality by that horrible idea. Rachel can do a lot of things but she can absolutely not cook. "That's what I thought. C'mon, I'll drive us to the bakery for some raspberry turnovers." She offered. "With the seeds?" I asked. Rachel smiled and for a second, I forgot everything bad. "Of course." I couldn't help but smirk. "You shut your mouth, if you even think about it-" "Corn trees." I smiled. "Corn trees." "Shut up!" She laughed. "You jerk. I was delirious with hunger and the fact that you CUT ME OPEN." "Like a ham, I remember." I couldn't help but laugh along with her. Being an Animorph sure could be strange. "Let's just go, you dork."