Tribble - Doppelganger
“You found a puppy?”
Will raised one brow at the scraggly bundle of wiry fur tucked inside Jack’s coat. Two coal black eyes peered out from under a brow that seemed familiar…
“I couldn’t just leave him there in the cold, could I?”
“I suppose not,” Will said slowly. “He would have frozen out there tonight.”
Jack scratched the pup’s head and was rewarded with a nip from sharp teeth.
“Feisty little bugger, aren’t you?” Jack said with a crooked grin. “Remind me of someone too, just can’t quite place it…”
“Gibbs!” Will said, triumphantly, snapping his fingers.
Jack studied the small creature closely. “Aye, uncanny resemblance.”
He set the stocky terrier down on the hearth rug, where he curled up next to the blazing fire and fell asleep.
“Taking after his namesake, I see.” Jack said, joining Will on the sofa. “I was told they make good ratters.”
“Told?” Will turned to where he could look Jack in the eye. “You said you found him.”
“Well, I did. Sort of. In a way.” Jack grinned. “Found him in a box with five others, sign said ‘free’.”
“Jack! We don’t need a puppy. We’re barely here as it is.” Will sighed. “And besides, what are you going to do with him when you sail?”
“Ol’ Gibbs there will make an excellent sailor. You wait.”
The puppy woke and yawned widely before coming over to them. Putting his paws on the sofa, he wagged his tail hopefully.
“He’s cute, I’ll give him that.” Will said with a smile.
“Then we have an accord?” Jack nuzzled Will’s neck only to find a furry face instead. He set the puppy on the floor and waggled a stern finger at it. “You seem to have inherited your namesake’s impeccable timing as well. Now shoo!”
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Will raised one brow at the scraggly bundle of wiry fur tucked inside Jack’s coat. Two coal black eyes peered out from under a brow that seemed familiar…
“I couldn’t just leave him there in the cold, could I?”
“I suppose not,” Will said slowly. “He would have frozen out there tonight.”
Jack scratched the pup’s head and was rewarded with a nip from sharp teeth.
“Feisty little bugger, aren’t you?” Jack said with a crooked grin. “Remind me of someone too, just can’t quite place it…”
“Gibbs!” Will said, triumphantly, snapping his fingers.
Jack studied the small creature closely. “Aye, uncanny resemblance.”
He set the stocky terrier down on the hearth rug, where he curled up next to the blazing fire and fell asleep.
“Taking after his namesake, I see.” Jack said, joining Will on the sofa. “I was told they make good ratters.”
“Told?” Will turned to where he could look Jack in the eye. “You said you found him.”
“Well, I did. Sort of. In a way.” Jack grinned. “Found him in a box with five others, sign said ‘free’.”
“Jack! We don’t need a puppy. We’re barely here as it is.” Will sighed. “And besides, what are you going to do with him when you sail?”
“Ol’ Gibbs there will make an excellent sailor. You wait.”
The puppy woke and yawned widely before coming over to them. Putting his paws on the sofa, he wagged his tail hopefully.
“He’s cute, I’ll give him that.” Will said with a smile.
“Then we have an accord?” Jack nuzzled Will’s neck only to find a furry face instead. He set the puppy on the floor and waggled a stern finger at it. “You seem to have inherited your namesake’s impeccable timing as well. Now shoo!”
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