FIC: (reprise) The Werewolf of Van Nuys 1/?

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Total cracked fic previously recorded on Taylor Jamison's group(starting at 3619)
Rating: PG-13 violence
Pairing: The usual suspects, with Brad/Drew on the side
Summary: Things go terribly wrong for one playfully rabid puppy...
NOTE: I'm writing with two thought processes going on. Anything that has ~ in front of it is Brad, anything with * is the other.
Also, I couldn't remember where Brad lives, so I moved him and his whole kaboodle to Van Nuys. Heck, it's fantasy

Bad Moon Rising

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~~I can’t believe I just did that. What in the world possessed me to do something so completely off the wall? Was I really howling and licking myself? (Feh) I guess I was – my tongue feels funny – like I just cleaned the carpet with it!~~

“Aw, man! That was so funny!”

Drew Carey had his glasses off and was still chuckling. Brad couldn’t believe how far he’d pushed his quirk tonight during Let’s Make A Date. He was supposed to be a playful puppy that gradually became rabid. Things started off fairly well, but when he decided to chew up the scenery, run amok, and sit there licking his own thigh… Well… Dan was just shaking his head and Colin and Ryan (aka the ‘Wonder Twins’) were smirking.

~~Do I dare look at Wayne? I better get it over with… Whoa. He looks really strange, what is that smell? Excitement? Disgust? /Sniff/ Fear? He’s afraid! Of me? ~~

The rest of the taping went well, and the sun was already setting by the time they left the studio. Wayne stretched out his spine and sighed. “Feels a lot cooler now! Are you going to come hang out tonight?”

~~Everything hurts. Feels like I’ve got a major charley horse in every muscle! /Sniff? Eeww, is that smell coming off me? Or off Wayne? Has to be me – smells like sweat, smokes, and … and what?~~

Brad shook his head. “I’m not as young as you, Junior… Besides, I think I might be coming down with something.”

The other singer felt his forehead. “Dude, you <u> are</u> warm! Hope it’s not the flu.” He clapped a hand across Brad’s back and pulled him in for a hug. “I’ll let the others know you aren’t feeling so hot. Get some rest, okay?”

“Yeah, sure.”

~~Something is definitely not right. My eyes feel gritty, and everything just plain REEKS. Talk about curling your nose hairs! Wanna get home and lay down. Oh man, am I dizzy! Can’t focus on the lock, who moved the ignition? And why’s the car sitting on a turntable?~~
 

It took a couple of tries to get his key in the lock, and just as many tries to get the car started. (This isn’t gonna work… just plain dangerous.) He punched his home number into the cell phone and waited for Sean'a to pick up.

“Babe? I’m not feeling so hot. Kinda dizzy, and things don’t… Wha? I’m gonna crash in the trailer. Kiss Bo for me, okay? Love you, too…”

A quick stop to grab his overnight bag, inform the rent-a-cop that he would be using one of the Whose Line trailers, and he’d get some rest.

The trailers were set back on the studio grounds, far enough away from the highway and the main buildings so there would be no interruptions. Brad was practically staggering as he made his way to the ‘spare’ trailer. The full moon seemed to dance in front of him – shapes and shadows kept blurring and swaying.

~~This isn’t good… I hurt all over. Call the studio doc? Nah. Gotta get some rest. So freakin’ tired… Door better not be locked. /Shove/ Thank god for small favors! Man! Either the floor is moving, we’re having an earthquake, or Houston, we have a problem… A quick pit stop, and off to bed ~ that’s what I need. A good, long, uninterrupted night’s sleep.~~

It was hot - way too hot in the trailer. Brad felt like he was choking as he tore off all his clothes. It felt like a thousand fire ants were swarming all over his skin as he lurched into the shower stall. As the cold water beat down, the dizziness came back. He ended up in a crouch with the water pounding down on his arms and head. It was a long time before the room stopped spinning enough for him to stand and turn off the shower.

He didn’t even bother to towel off, and just lay down on top of the bed. The covers were pushed to the floor with a growl as he tried to find a position that didn’t hurt too much. It was a relief when he lost consciousness. Until the dreams started…