[Fic] Epic Meerkat

Title: Epic Meerkat
Fandom: Human Target
Characters: Guerrero, Chance
Word Count: 486
Rating: G
Summary: Epic meerkats. Chance must be dreaming.
A/N: This is what happens when you let me stay up too late. Inspired by this. Written for mundane_bingo prompt "Sleeping late"

Chance heard the music. He even thought he knew what it was. Some movie soundtrack they kept using on commercials. It faded in and out, just loud enough to catch his attention and not loud enough to keep him awake. He blamed Ames and went back to sleep.

When he woke up the second time he had morning breath circulating and re-circulating inside his mouth. His eyes felt full of crust, which was easily wiped away, but he definitely wanted something to drink. The music was still there, but quieter. Maybe Ames had moved to another room. The sun was shining in at a steep enough angle that it had to be noon, maybe early afternoon. No one had woken him up for about twelve hours. Must have needed the sleep.

He came down the stairs still scrubbing his eyes and looked around for Ames or whoever else was there. And he was about to turn the corner when he blinked and looked back over.

"Guerrero?"

"Yeah, dude?"

"What are you doing?"

One eyebrow crept up, but the smaller man didn't look over at him. He kept looking at the meerkat. The meerkat, standing on the table, looked back at him.

Chance blinked. "I'm still asleep, aren't I."

His body jerked him awake. The sort of twitching motion that felt like it should have been a full-on body spasm or jerking upright but wasn't. There was music playing in the background. Probably what had given him that weird dream. No more Nature Channel before bed.

He scrubbed his eyes and headed down the stairs for breakfast, or lunch by now. He'd slept later than he'd meant to.

Chance turned the corner towards the kitchen, then turned around and stared. "Guerrero."

"Yeah, dude?"

"What are you doing?"

One eyebrow crept up, but the smaller man didn't look over at him. He kept looking at the meerkat. The meerkat, standing on the table, looked back at him.

After a second Guerrero made some sort of noise and pulled a slender, small knife out of a pocket. "There you are..." he muttered, and picked at something in the meerkat's throat. The meerkat didn't move; Chance realized it was dead and stuffed. He came closer, a little weirded out by the whole thing. Now that he looked closer, yeah, it was obviously dead and stuffed.

"Where did you get that?"

The tip of his tongue poked out of the smaller man's mouth for a second as he pried the camera out from under a tuft of hair on the thing's throat. "Ames grabbed it. Got a new case. Guy thinks he's being stalked. Looks like he's right." Guerrero held up the camera for Chance's inspection.

"Huh." Chance took it, blinked at it, at Guerrero. "I thought... Huh."

Guerrero frowned. "You okay, dude?"

"Yeah..." he shook his head, trying to clear it. "Think I slept too long. Had the weirdest dream..."