Fic: The Bear of Aberystwyth
Title: The Bear of Aberystwyth
Series: Torchwood, kind of
Characters: Rhys!Bear
Rating: G
Spoilers: Rhys!Bear is a stuffed bear, that you need to know.
Beta: knitchick1979 - who is also partly to blame for this story
Disclaimer: rhys_bear belongs t o his human, and any mentions of a real person are meant in a good light.
Summary: Rhys!Bear is on the case when things go missing for his human.
Author's Notes: Some birdie - or was it a sheep? - told me it was Rhys!Bear's birthday, and since I knew his human could use a cheer as well, this developed.
The Bear of Aberystwyth
Rhys!Bear was very concerned. He flopped down onto his human’s bed, looking around the room. His human was so busy on coursework he didn’t want to worry her, but something had to be done before she found out her con tickets were stolen.
Leaning forward, he peeked out into the flat to see that she was busy baking a cake to take her mind off work. Someone had to make sure she met Kai Owen that weekend. Letting out a huff and feeling his stuffing turn into knots, Rhys!Bear knew it was up to him.
Hearing his human move back towards her bedroom, Rhys!Bear moved back from the edge of the bed, but his paw got caught up in the blankets and he fell forward onto the floor, head first. He laid there, not even twitching. Nothing was broken - he was a teddy bear after all! - although there was a slight loss of dignity.
His human came in and picked him up, chiding Rhys!Bear for being on the floor and placed him by the laptop where he kept watch until the wee hours of the night when she finally went to bed. He knew he had limited time, they were off early to get to the con in England. Rhys!Bear involuntarily shuddered, wondering if bears needed special inoculations to go over the border.
Knowing he needed inspiration, Rhys!Bear hopped down to the floor and tugged a little suitcase out from under the bed. Sorting through the clothes Gwen had packed for him, he pulled out the correct ensemble and quickly put it on. Passing by the mirror, Rhys!Bear stopped and admired himself in the long coat, hat and 19th century waistcoat. He grinned as he realised he made the Sherlock Holmes look work. Ha!
After ogling himself for a couple of minutes in the mirror, he whipped out a magnifying glass from under the hat and started peering around the room for clues. He knew where she normally kept the tickets, but now they were gone. He thought over the situation. She would not have moved them this close to the con for fear of losing them. Her flatmate would not have moved them either. Oh how Rhys!Bear wished he had a Dr. Watson to bounce ideas off of rather than his own cotton-filled head.
Searching around the room, he spied a silky black hair on top of the notebook, in between where his human normally kept the tickets and the slightly open window. He picked up the thick black hair in his paw. Rhys!Bear’s human, nor her flatmate had hair like that. In fact…
Rhys!Bear sniffed the strand of hair and there was a unique odour. But of course! Hurrying to the window, he looked at the opening. It was just big enough for them to fit, and for him to fit as well. Rhys!Bear flattened his stomach and stuffed himself through the opening and out the window.
He might have missed a step or two as he found himself on the damp ground looking way up at the sky. Heaving out a sigh, Rhys!Bear pushed himself up and hurried off towards the sound of crashing.
Waiting in the shadows was something he didn’t have to do long as he spied the culprit slinking along the waterfront. As the black cat prowled past his observation location, Rhys!Bear jumped out in front of him.
“Moriarty,” Rhys!Bear stated.
“What do you want, bear?” Moriarty purred at him.
“You have something that belongs to my human.”
“Uch, humans are so disposeable. All I have to do is give a little purr, cock my head and give my paw a lick and I have five humans feeding me cream.”
“Yeah, well, I love my human. You wouldn’t know anything about an emotion like that.”
“Quite right, bear,” Moriarty flexed his claws, giving them a lick. “What do you think I have?”
“You snuck into my human’s room through her open window and stole the tickets she had for the sci-fi con. And, you tried to make her room a litter box, but something stopped you. Perhaps too much cream Moriarty?”
“Curse you bear!”
“Bollocks!”
Rhys!Bear had barely made it back into the flat before sunrise. He had flopped onto the floor by his human’s bedroom door, the tickets under his bum. His human had been so excited to find the tickets, blaming herself for forgetting where she had put them. She squealed when she saw his clothing choice and kept muttering something about a haunting, or the universe mocking her, or something.
That mystery would have to wait for another day as Rhys!Bear cuddled up against his human on the train to England. He still wore his Sherlock Holmes clothes, his human swearing to change him back into his rugby jersey before they talked to Kai, Rhys!Bear sighed, knowing she would see the tears to his fur. He would do anything to help his human get hugs. Maybe there would be an Owen!Bear there that could patch him up, or even a nice Gwen!Bear to cuddle with him…
Series: Torchwood, kind of
Characters: Rhys!Bear
Rating: G
Spoilers: Rhys!Bear is a stuffed bear, that you need to know.
Beta: knitchick1979 - who is also partly to blame for this story
Disclaimer: rhys_bear belongs t o his human, and any mentions of a real person are meant in a good light.
Summary: Rhys!Bear is on the case when things go missing for his human.
Author's Notes: Some birdie - or was it a sheep? - told me it was Rhys!Bear's birthday, and since I knew his human could use a cheer as well, this developed.
The Bear of Aberystwyth
Rhys!Bear was very concerned. He flopped down onto his human’s bed, looking around the room. His human was so busy on coursework he didn’t want to worry her, but something had to be done before she found out her con tickets were stolen.
Leaning forward, he peeked out into the flat to see that she was busy baking a cake to take her mind off work. Someone had to make sure she met Kai Owen that weekend. Letting out a huff and feeling his stuffing turn into knots, Rhys!Bear knew it was up to him.
Hearing his human move back towards her bedroom, Rhys!Bear moved back from the edge of the bed, but his paw got caught up in the blankets and he fell forward onto the floor, head first. He laid there, not even twitching. Nothing was broken - he was a teddy bear after all! - although there was a slight loss of dignity.
His human came in and picked him up, chiding Rhys!Bear for being on the floor and placed him by the laptop where he kept watch until the wee hours of the night when she finally went to bed. He knew he had limited time, they were off early to get to the con in England. Rhys!Bear involuntarily shuddered, wondering if bears needed special inoculations to go over the border.
Knowing he needed inspiration, Rhys!Bear hopped down to the floor and tugged a little suitcase out from under the bed. Sorting through the clothes Gwen had packed for him, he pulled out the correct ensemble and quickly put it on. Passing by the mirror, Rhys!Bear stopped and admired himself in the long coat, hat and 19th century waistcoat. He grinned as he realised he made the Sherlock Holmes look work. Ha!
After ogling himself for a couple of minutes in the mirror, he whipped out a magnifying glass from under the hat and started peering around the room for clues. He knew where she normally kept the tickets, but now they were gone. He thought over the situation. She would not have moved them this close to the con for fear of losing them. Her flatmate would not have moved them either. Oh how Rhys!Bear wished he had a Dr. Watson to bounce ideas off of rather than his own cotton-filled head.
Searching around the room, he spied a silky black hair on top of the notebook, in between where his human normally kept the tickets and the slightly open window. He picked up the thick black hair in his paw. Rhys!Bear’s human, nor her flatmate had hair like that. In fact…
Rhys!Bear sniffed the strand of hair and there was a unique odour. But of course! Hurrying to the window, he looked at the opening. It was just big enough for them to fit, and for him to fit as well. Rhys!Bear flattened his stomach and stuffed himself through the opening and out the window.
He might have missed a step or two as he found himself on the damp ground looking way up at the sky. Heaving out a sigh, Rhys!Bear pushed himself up and hurried off towards the sound of crashing.
Waiting in the shadows was something he didn’t have to do long as he spied the culprit slinking along the waterfront. As the black cat prowled past his observation location, Rhys!Bear jumped out in front of him.
“Moriarty,” Rhys!Bear stated.
“What do you want, bear?” Moriarty purred at him.
“You have something that belongs to my human.”
“Uch, humans are so disposeable. All I have to do is give a little purr, cock my head and give my paw a lick and I have five humans feeding me cream.”
“Yeah, well, I love my human. You wouldn’t know anything about an emotion like that.”
“Quite right, bear,” Moriarty flexed his claws, giving them a lick. “What do you think I have?”
“You snuck into my human’s room through her open window and stole the tickets she had for the sci-fi con. And, you tried to make her room a litter box, but something stopped you. Perhaps too much cream Moriarty?”
“Curse you bear!”
“Bollocks!”
Rhys!Bear had barely made it back into the flat before sunrise. He had flopped onto the floor by his human’s bedroom door, the tickets under his bum. His human had been so excited to find the tickets, blaming herself for forgetting where she had put them. She squealed when she saw his clothing choice and kept muttering something about a haunting, or the universe mocking her, or something.
That mystery would have to wait for another day as Rhys!Bear cuddled up against his human on the train to England. He still wore his Sherlock Holmes clothes, his human swearing to change him back into his rugby jersey before they talked to Kai, Rhys!Bear sighed, knowing she would see the tears to his fur. He would do anything to help his human get hugs. Maybe there would be an Owen!Bear there that could patch him up, or even a nice Gwen!Bear to cuddle with him…