badly_knitted (badly_knitted) wrote,

FAKE Fic: A Dog’s Tale – Part 1: Poor Dog

Title: A Dog’s Tale – Part 1: Poor Dog
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo, OFC, Dog.
Rating: PG
Setting: After Like Like Love.
Summary: Out for a walk on a windy day, Dee and Ryo come across a lost dog with a rather unfortunate name.
Word Count: 1690
Written For: Challenge 206: Name at fan_flashworks.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.

It was a blustery day in early fall, not the kind of weather Dee would usually choose to venture out in if he didn’t have to, because it messed up his hair unless he used a ton more gel than usual, which he’d rather not have to resort to. He preferred not to look like he’d spent ages styling it, even if he had. But despite the strong winds, the sky was blue and almost cloudless, and after a week of rainy days spent mostly indoors or in the car, the sunshine was too tempting to resist, which was why he and Ryo were strolling through the park on their day off, getting buffeted about and occasionally almost blown off their feet.

Dee glanced sidelong at his partner; Ryo looked like he was loving every minute, but then he always seemed to enjoy windy days, saying they made him feel alive. They certainly brought a glow to his cheeks.

They were deep in the park, well away from the main paths and other people, when Ryo nudged Dee’s shoulder with his own. “Don’t look now, but I think we’re being followed,” he said with a grin.

“What?” Dee took a surreptitious peek from the corner of his eye, then let his breath out in a snort of amusement. “A dog?” He looked back over his shoulder at the small dog plodding gainfully along in their wake. “Where’s the owner?” He stopped and looked around, but there was nobody else in sight. The dog kept coming until it reached Dee, then promptly sat on his foot, leaning against his leg and giving a heavy sigh.

Ducking his head, Ryo tried not to laugh at the expression of horror on Dee’s face; Dee wasn’t exactly a dog person, he much preferred cats, but it seemed this particular dog had latched on to him for some unknown reason.

Dee stared at the small animal in consternation. “Uh, Ryo, there’s a dog on my foot.”

“I noticed,” Ryo chuckled. “I think it likes you.”

The wind gusted around them, flapping the dog’s long, drooping ears back and forth.

“What does it want?” Dee threw a quick glance at his partner before returning his gaze to the dog.

“How should I know? Maybe it’s lost and looking for shelter from the wind.”

“I’m not its personal windbreak,” Dee grumbled. “It’s gettin’ hair on my pants.” He shifted his foot, trying to push the dog away.

“Don’t be mean, Dee! Look at the poor little thing, it’s hardly more than a puppy; the wind probably keeps blowing it over.”

Staring down at the dog, Dee sighed. Ryo was right, it was rather small, one of those sausage dogs with the long body and short legs, he forgot what the breed was called, something German sounding. It had its eyes scrunched shut against the wind and looked thoroughly miserable. Damn, why did he have to be such a sucker for anything defenceless and in distress?

With a resigned shake of his head, Dee gave in to the inevitable. “I suppose we should find out who it belongs to and make sure it gets home.” Bending over, he fumbled for the dog’s collar, where a brass name disc and a small plastic cylinder hung. “What’s your name, dog?” Dee turned the disc over, squinting a little at the writing engraved on it, then his eyebrows went up, and he started to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Ryo asked, crouching down beside the dog.

“It’s called Dick! Who in their right mind would give a dog a name like that? Imagine having to call for it to come!” His shoulders started shaking and he wiped away tears that had nothing to do with the wind. “Poor thing!”

“Oh dear.” Ryo’s cheeks, already pink from the wind, turned bright red and he started to laugh too. Dick the dog just stared mournfully up at them, as if it was already accustomed to being made fun of over its name. Biting his lip in an effort to stop himself laughing, Ryo reached for the plastic cylinder, unscrewed it, and carefully pulled out the slip of paper containing the owner’s contact details, gripping it tightly to keep it from being blown away.

“Give me the phone number and I’ll call the owner so they can come and fetch him.” Dee straightened up, digging in his pocket for his phone, still sniggering over the unfortunate dog’s name.

Ryo shook his head. “No point, we might as well just take him home; it’s not far and it’ll be quicker than dragging the owner out in this wind.”

“We don’t have a leash,” Dee objected. “What if he runs off? I’m not gonna stand around callin’ ‘Dick’ at the top of my voice.”

“So we carry him. He’s most likely tired anyway, he’s only got short little legs.”

Dee shoved his hands through his hair, which didn’t do any harm since it was a mess anyway. “Fine,” he said, as Ryo rolled the slip of paper back into the small tube and screwed it back in place on the dog’s collar. “Come on, you.” Scooping the dog off his foot, he picked it up, cradling it against his chest where it promptly shoved its head inside his jacket. “Don’t like the wind, huh? You’d better not drool on my shirt; it’s new.” He glanced at Ryo. “Lead the way, this was your idea. I can’t believe I’m doin’ this; I don’t even like dogs.”

“He’s cute though.”

“I suppose he’s not bad. For a dog.” The dog gripped firmly in case it started wriggling, Dee followed his lover back to the footpath and they made their way to the nearest of the park’s entrances, then crossed the street and walked a couple of blocks to one of the swanky apartment buildings, the domain of some of New York’s wealthier citizens, that were prevalent in this area of Manhattan. Ryo flashed his shield to the doorman, who let them in without comment, and they took the elevator up to the fourteenth floor, then followed the lushly carpeted hallway to apartment 1411. While Ryo knocked on the door, Dee tried to unravel a reluctant Dick from his jacket.

After a few minutes the door was opened by an elderly lady leaning on a walking stick. “Yes?” she asked, peering at Ryo through her glasses.

“Detectives Maclean and Laytner,” Ryo told her, flashing his shield once more. “Are you Mrs Lillian Holloway?”

“Yes, that’s me. What is this about?” Then she spotted what Dee was holding. “Oh! You found Dick! Please, do come in. I reported him missing as soon as the dog walker returned and told me he’d run off, but I didn’t expect the police to find him so quickly. I’m so grateful to you. He’s just a baby, you see; I think the wind must have frightened him.”

They stepped inside and as Ryo pushed the door shut behind them, Dee, having managed to extract Dick’s head from his armpit, set the dog on the floor. Realising that it was home, its tail started wagging, which made most of its body wag too, and it trotted over to its owner, who reached down to pat its head, getting a lot more wagging in response.

“Thank you both so much for finding him,” Miss Holloway said, straightening up again. “I was terribly worried. I did tell the dog walker not to let him off the leash, but she’s new and she must have forgotten.”

“You’re welcome, but really your dog found us. It was just good luck we happened to be in the park. He seems to have taken quite a liking to my partner,” Ryo said with a smile.

“I think he just wanted to use me as a convenient windbreak,” Dee added.

“Oh, I’m sure it was more than that. Dogs are very good judges of people, you know,” Mrs Holloway said firmly. “Dick must have instinctively known he’d be safe with you.”

“Yeah, maybe. Never could ignore anyone, human or animal, in need of help.” Dee hesitated a moment, but curiosity was killing him and he just had to ask. “Why did you call him that?”

Mrs Holloway looked fondly at her dog. “I don’t really know. When I got him I just thought he looked like a Dick.”

Studying the dog, Dee nodded, somehow managing to keep a straight face. “Yeah, I guess I can see that, he does sort of resemble…”

Ryo dug his elbow sharply into his partner’s ribs before Dee could say anything else. “We should be going.”

“So soon? I was hoping you might stay for a cup of tea, but I suppose you have other work to do, you must be very busy solving crimes and keeping the streets safe. I just want you both to know how much I appreciate you taking the time to bring my Dick safely home.”

“It was our pleasure, we’re just glad we could help.” With that, Ryo steered Dee back out the door, managing to close it behind him before his lover all but collapsed against the wall, laughing so hard he could barely breathe.

“Looks like a Dick,” he gasped. “That poor dog, did you see the look on its face? Sort of resigned and long-suffering, like it knows it can’t escape its fate.”

“I think all Dachshunds look like that,” Ryo told him.

“Can you blame them? It’s the shape.” He wiped his eyes. “Other dogs probably make fun of them.” Pushing himself away from the wall, Dee led the way back to the elevator, stepping inside and pushing Ryo up against the side as the door closed behind them. “Y’know, all this Dick talk is makin’ me horny. What say we forget about our walk and just head on back to the apartment? I guarantee we’ll have a lot more fun with ours than old Mrs Holloway will ever get from her Dick,” he said with a wink.

“Dee!” Ryo blushed scarlet again, but as he melted into Dee’s kiss, Dee knew his partner’s answer would be ‘Yes.’

The End

Part 2

Tags: dee laytner, fake, fake fic, fan_flashworks, fic, fic: pg, fic: series, other character/s, ryo maclean

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