"Alarm Clock" (Jack Abernathy, Boo, G)
Title: Alarm Clock
Author: gin200168
Rating: G
Characters: Jack Abernathy, Boo
Summary: An early morning battle of wills emerges.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Jack Abernathy is the creation of stellaluna_, and first came into existence in her story "Light from a Dead Star" and decided to take up permanent residence in my head/become a permanent cornerstone of my work.
A/N: Happy birthday scarletts_awry! It's not quite Mac/Danny, but I promise you'll get your Mac/Danny in the next piece that should appear soon. ;-)
A/N#2: Boo first made her debut in "Dinner" and lives with a Jack who didn't die in Kuwait City. Both were created for fun because stellaluna_ wanted, and have now started to form into their own characters and storylines.
"Murr."
Sniff sniff sniff. Lick.
"Murr..."
Lick, lick, lick.
"Murrr?"
Lick. A gentle pinch of his cheek in her teeth. His stubby whiskers are scratchy against her lips and nose.
Still no response. She sighs.
Honestly, what does she have to do to get some attention around here before she dies of neglect and starvation? Ok, so it probably won't be that dramatic, she thinks, but still. He wakes her up all the time on his whim; at least she has good reason to bother him.
She places her paw daintily on his nose, slowly pressing down ,and a couple of her toes slip into one of the openings. Oops. The air rushing by as he breathes tickles the fur between the pads and she has to resist shaking her paw. He snorts and grunts, mumbling and moving his head away from the annoyance, but doesn't wake.
She throws her ears back and flicks the tip of her tail in annoyance. Drat. That didn't work very well.
She sniffs around his ear, and decides it would be a good place to see if she could get his attention. She takes a lick, intending to get deep into his ear. That should get his attention.
She takes one broad lick, and... BLECH. One lick was more than enough. He needs a washing-- however humans do it-- with the water in the box and the strong-smelling things. He always makes such a fuss about her always keeping herself clean, and parts of him taste like that? Hmmph.
Of course, he doesn't even seem to register it anyway, so she very gently takes a bit of his ear between her teeth and bites it. She doesn't want to hurt him, she just wants him to wake up already.
He makes a startled noise, shifting away and turning on his side.
Her tail thumps a staccato rhythm against the pillow. What is it going to take?
She climbs up onto his side, shifting her weight along with the slow movements of his chest as he breathes. She huddles close to his ear, steadies herself, and takes a deep breath.
"MIEW!" she screams.
He snorts and jumps, and she digs in with her claws as he shifts around and almost throws her off.
"Oww...Wha?.. 'choo want little one? 'm sleepin. Go 'way."
Success! He's barely awake, but awake nonetheless. Now to convince him it's time to get up.
"Miew mrurrr." Time for breakfast, I'm hungry. She dances across his side, up and down to motivate him to move.
He shifts under her, and she hops onto the bed to get out of the way while he gets up.
She stands up and stretches, waiting to be petted, and is met with silence. Not again! Lazy human.
She walks back up to his pillow, considering her next move as he lies there.
"MIEW!" she yells again, this time accompanied by a gentle tap on the face.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
"MIEW!" She extends her claws ever so slightly, just enough for him to notice. She doesn't want to leave scratches or anything. Not yet, at least.
"Mmmph... WHAT, Boo? Go 'way."
"Miew miew reiw naiw."
Silence again. This means war.
She steps on his face, but not too hard. He pushes her off. She climbs back on, and sits on it this time. A face full of fur does wonders, apparently.
"Ugh. Whatcha tryin' to do, suffocate me? What is your problem?" He shifts again, and she starts to debate what's next, when he surprises her by suddenly shoving her off his face and sitting up. "This better be damn good, little one, you hear me?" he grumbles at her, looking at her crossly as he sits on the edge of the bed.
She moves to purr and nudge him with her head. Good Papa. Get up now.
"Ok, ok little one. You win. But I ain't too happy about it. Need to teach you to make coffee if you're gonna get into your head that Papa is your wakeup toy."
Victory is mine, she thinks, as she watches him lumber slowly out of the bedroom.
Fin
11/07
Feedback always welcome.
Link to all of my stories
Author: gin200168
Rating: G
Characters: Jack Abernathy, Boo
Summary: An early morning battle of wills emerges.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Jack Abernathy is the creation of stellaluna_, and first came into existence in her story "Light from a Dead Star" and decided to take up permanent residence in my head/become a permanent cornerstone of my work.
A/N: Happy birthday scarletts_awry! It's not quite Mac/Danny, but I promise you'll get your Mac/Danny in the next piece that should appear soon. ;-)
A/N#2: Boo first made her debut in "Dinner" and lives with a Jack who didn't die in Kuwait City. Both were created for fun because stellaluna_ wanted, and have now started to form into their own characters and storylines.
"Murr."
Sniff sniff sniff. Lick.
"Murr..."
Lick, lick, lick.
"Murrr?"
Lick. A gentle pinch of his cheek in her teeth. His stubby whiskers are scratchy against her lips and nose.
Still no response. She sighs.
Honestly, what does she have to do to get some attention around here before she dies of neglect and starvation? Ok, so it probably won't be that dramatic, she thinks, but still. He wakes her up all the time on his whim; at least she has good reason to bother him.
She places her paw daintily on his nose, slowly pressing down ,and a couple of her toes slip into one of the openings. Oops. The air rushing by as he breathes tickles the fur between the pads and she has to resist shaking her paw. He snorts and grunts, mumbling and moving his head away from the annoyance, but doesn't wake.
She throws her ears back and flicks the tip of her tail in annoyance. Drat. That didn't work very well.
She sniffs around his ear, and decides it would be a good place to see if she could get his attention. She takes a lick, intending to get deep into his ear. That should get his attention.
She takes one broad lick, and... BLECH. One lick was more than enough. He needs a washing-- however humans do it-- with the water in the box and the strong-smelling things. He always makes such a fuss about her always keeping herself clean, and parts of him taste like that? Hmmph.
Of course, he doesn't even seem to register it anyway, so she very gently takes a bit of his ear between her teeth and bites it. She doesn't want to hurt him, she just wants him to wake up already.
He makes a startled noise, shifting away and turning on his side.
Her tail thumps a staccato rhythm against the pillow. What is it going to take?
She climbs up onto his side, shifting her weight along with the slow movements of his chest as he breathes. She huddles close to his ear, steadies herself, and takes a deep breath.
"MIEW!" she screams.
He snorts and jumps, and she digs in with her claws as he shifts around and almost throws her off.
"Oww...Wha?.. 'choo want little one? 'm sleepin. Go 'way."
Success! He's barely awake, but awake nonetheless. Now to convince him it's time to get up.
"Miew mrurrr." Time for breakfast, I'm hungry. She dances across his side, up and down to motivate him to move.
He shifts under her, and she hops onto the bed to get out of the way while he gets up.
She stands up and stretches, waiting to be petted, and is met with silence. Not again! Lazy human.
She walks back up to his pillow, considering her next move as he lies there.
"MIEW!" she yells again, this time accompanied by a gentle tap on the face.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
"MIEW!" She extends her claws ever so slightly, just enough for him to notice. She doesn't want to leave scratches or anything. Not yet, at least.
"Mmmph... WHAT, Boo? Go 'way."
"Miew miew reiw naiw."
Silence again. This means war.
She steps on his face, but not too hard. He pushes her off. She climbs back on, and sits on it this time. A face full of fur does wonders, apparently.
"Ugh. Whatcha tryin' to do, suffocate me? What is your problem?" He shifts again, and she starts to debate what's next, when he surprises her by suddenly shoving her off his face and sitting up. "This better be damn good, little one, you hear me?" he grumbles at her, looking at her crossly as he sits on the edge of the bed.
She moves to purr and nudge him with her head. Good Papa. Get up now.
"Ok, ok little one. You win. But I ain't too happy about it. Need to teach you to make coffee if you're gonna get into your head that Papa is your wakeup toy."
Victory is mine, she thinks, as she watches him lumber slowly out of the bedroom.
Fin
11/07
Feedback always welcome.
Link to all of my stories