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FAKE Triple Drabble: Alarmed

Title: Alarmed
Fandom: FAKE
Author:
badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Dee.
Rating: PG
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: Ryo has an unscheduled lie in.
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Alarm’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble and a half, 350 words.




Even the alarm clock going off failed to rouse Ryo from sleep, although the fact that he’d pulled the pillows over his head when it had gotten too light out probably had something to do with that. It’s difficult to hear much of anything through a mound of downy softness that thick. The massive pillows were one of Ryo’s guilty pleasures; he probably didn’t need so many but why shouldn’t he have a bit of luxury in his own bed?


Eventually the clock’s strident ringing stopped, not that Ryo noticed. He didn’t hear his phone an hour later either, or the doorbell forty minutes after that.


When nobody came to the door, Dee rang the bell a second time, then a third, before using his key to get into his partner’s apartment. He knew Bikky was staying with friends over the weekend so Ryo would be alone. What if something had happened to him?


There was no sign of Ryo in the lounge, the kitchen, or the bathroom, but in the bedroom there was a familiar lump under the covers, with a mound of pillows on top.


Dee nudged the lump carefully.


“Ryo?”


A muffled sound came from under the pillows, so Dee moved them, one by one, until a tousled head came into view.


One hand groped for a pillow, trying to pull it back, but Dee shifted it out of reach and bleary, dark eyes reluctantly cracked open, blinking in the bright sunlight.


“Dee?” Ryo mumbled, frowning in confusion.


“Mornin’. D’you know what time it is?”


“Way too early for dumb questions.”


“Wrong, it’s nearly ten.”


That woke Ryo up; his eyes snapped wide open. “What?”


“Looks like ya slept right through your alarm.”


“But…” Ryo scrambled upright in bed, reaching for the clock and staring at it in horror. “I’m late for work! Why didn’t you call me?”


“I did, but you weren’t answerin’ your phone.”


“Oh God, the Chief’s gonna kill me!”


Dee laughed. “Relax, babe; happens to everybody at some point.”


“Not to me! I’m never late!”


“First time for everything. Just proves you’re human.”



The End












Tags: dee laytner, drabble, fake, fake fic, fic, fic: pg, ryo maclean
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