due South: Trick or Treat (G)
660 words, written for akamine_chan as a whimsical fic-bomb
during the ds_flashfiction Whimsy vs. Reality Fic Match
no spoilers; Dief & Ray & Ray (FKV implied)
Summary: Is a little bit of style (and okay, some candy) all that much for a half-wolf to ask?
Trick or Treat
by Stars
Tail waving cheerfully, Dief ignored the muttering (Ray) and outright complaining (Ray) that followed him into the shop-of-disguises. He was on an important mission, after all, and they'd already wasted enough time on stare-downs (really, fidgety-Ray should know better, no matter how much success he claimed against the green-shelled smelly thing) and attempted bribery. As if one stale-smelling donut - and not even glazed or powdered sugar, but with sprinkles - would sway Dief from this most-important task... but maybe shiny-Ray hadn't yet discovered the empty drawer where his delicious bread-and-meat-with-cheese-and-spicy-mustard-and-unfortunate-vegetables had been?
Dief was, after all, a highly skilled police wolf.
"I can't believe we're doing this," shiny-Ray grumbled, looking around with distaste. (Dief had to admit that shiny-Ray's clothing smelled much better than what hung from the racks in the shop-of-disguises.)
"Just shut up. The sooner we figure out what he wants, the sooner we can get it and go home," fidgety-Ray growled back, pulling garments at random from the rack. "What about this?"
Dief moaned and flopped on his belly, covering his eyes with one paw.
"Jesus, Kowalski, you think he wants to be Barney?"
"Screw you, Vecchio - it's Dogzilla. Dogzilla is cool, unlike you, because it is just embarrassing for a grown man to admit to any knowledge of Barney."
As usual, Ray and Ray argued, though Dief knew they were all bark. Well, sometimes biting was involved, but usually Ben took part too, so things stayed friendly.
They still shut Dief out of the den-room, though. Ingrates.
"What about this?"
"Yeah, like Fraser would want him going around dressed like a felon. Lame."
Dief rather thought it might be amusing to watch Ben's face turn red, but surely they could find something more suitable for a wolf. He barked once, warningly.
"Yeah, yeah, hold yer horses." Fidgety-Ray wandered off between the racks, while shiny-Ray rolled his eyes and went in the opposite direction.
"Yo, Dief, what about a poncho?"
Dief appreciated the value of a finely-woven poncho, but he was not going anywhere near the hat. No hats again, ever.
A snort from shiny-Ray caught Dief's attention. "Fraser's always saying 'You are what you eat'..."
Dief curled his lip at shiny-Ray's clumsy attempt at irony, but now he was hungry. Maybe that donut was still tucked away in shiny-Ray's pocket?
Dief had to admit that Ray and Ray were trying, although he suspected they held up bees and cows and Yoda just to be annoying. The skunk, though, just plain crossed the line.
"Great. Now look what you did. He's sulking."
Dief wondered how much Ben might snarl if he just chewed their ankles a little bit.
Fidgety-Ray blurred into motion, flailing through the racks and flinging garments at shiny-Ray. "There's gotta be something... c'mon, Dief, what? Batman? Spiderman? Superman? Zorro?"
Dief sneezed his opinion of those choices. He preferred to keep work and play separate.
"Devil? Skeleton? Franken-dog? Pirate?"
"Pirates are cool," agreed shiny-Ray in a muffled voice, from beneath a pile of rejected clothes.
Dief rolled his eyes and went to sit by the display window. Barking, he nosed one mannequin's ankle (and refrained from gnawing, but it was close).
Shiny-Ray and fidgety-Ray came over and stared. "Oh," said fidgety-Ray, with a sidelong look at shiny-Ray. "Good choice, I guess... classic."
"Not one word about Las Vegas," shiny-Ray threatened. Fidgety-Ray opened his eyes wide and flashed his teeth; shiny-Ray cuffed him on the back of the head before calling for the girl behind the counter.
Finally. Dief thought about the excitement to come once they got home. Ben's face was bound to turn red, and he would sputter a little and lecture about the folly of two grown men indulging a candy-obsessed wolf with an Elvis costume and a trick-or-treat bucket for Halloween, and then there might be yipping and barking and the opportunity for a surreptitious snack before dinner if the yipping turned to rough-housing as it almost always did. (And Ben called Dief immature, when they tumbled and tackled and played and made more noise than an entire litter of pups.)
Dief didn't mind being shut out then... not at all.
during the ds_flashfiction Whimsy vs. Reality Fic Match
no spoilers; Dief & Ray & Ray (FKV implied)
Summary: Is a little bit of style (and okay, some candy) all that much for a half-wolf to ask?
Trick or Treat
by Stars
Tail waving cheerfully, Dief ignored the muttering (Ray) and outright complaining (Ray) that followed him into the shop-of-disguises. He was on an important mission, after all, and they'd already wasted enough time on stare-downs (really, fidgety-Ray should know better, no matter how much success he claimed against the green-shelled smelly thing) and attempted bribery. As if one stale-smelling donut - and not even glazed or powdered sugar, but with sprinkles - would sway Dief from this most-important task... but maybe shiny-Ray hadn't yet discovered the empty drawer where his delicious bread-and-meat-with-cheese-and-spicy-mustard-and-unfortunate-vegetables had been?
Dief was, after all, a highly skilled police wolf.
"I can't believe we're doing this," shiny-Ray grumbled, looking around with distaste. (Dief had to admit that shiny-Ray's clothing smelled much better than what hung from the racks in the shop-of-disguises.)
"Just shut up. The sooner we figure out what he wants, the sooner we can get it and go home," fidgety-Ray growled back, pulling garments at random from the rack. "What about this?"
Dief moaned and flopped on his belly, covering his eyes with one paw.
"Jesus, Kowalski, you think he wants to be Barney?"
"Screw you, Vecchio - it's Dogzilla. Dogzilla is cool, unlike you, because it is just embarrassing for a grown man to admit to any knowledge of Barney."
As usual, Ray and Ray argued, though Dief knew they were all bark. Well, sometimes biting was involved, but usually Ben took part too, so things stayed friendly.
They still shut Dief out of the den-room, though. Ingrates.
"What about this?"
"Yeah, like Fraser would want him going around dressed like a felon. Lame."
Dief rather thought it might be amusing to watch Ben's face turn red, but surely they could find something more suitable for a wolf. He barked once, warningly.
"Yeah, yeah, hold yer horses." Fidgety-Ray wandered off between the racks, while shiny-Ray rolled his eyes and went in the opposite direction.
"Yo, Dief, what about a poncho?"
Dief appreciated the value of a finely-woven poncho, but he was not going anywhere near the hat. No hats again, ever.
A snort from shiny-Ray caught Dief's attention. "Fraser's always saying 'You are what you eat'..."
Dief curled his lip at shiny-Ray's clumsy attempt at irony, but now he was hungry. Maybe that donut was still tucked away in shiny-Ray's pocket?
Dief had to admit that Ray and Ray were trying, although he suspected they held up bees and cows and Yoda just to be annoying. The skunk, though, just plain crossed the line.
"Great. Now look what you did. He's sulking."
Dief wondered how much Ben might snarl if he just chewed their ankles a little bit.
Fidgety-Ray blurred into motion, flailing through the racks and flinging garments at shiny-Ray. "There's gotta be something... c'mon, Dief, what? Batman? Spiderman? Superman? Zorro?"
Dief sneezed his opinion of those choices. He preferred to keep work and play separate.
"Devil? Skeleton? Franken-dog? Pirate?"
"Pirates are cool," agreed shiny-Ray in a muffled voice, from beneath a pile of rejected clothes.
Dief rolled his eyes and went to sit by the display window. Barking, he nosed one mannequin's ankle (and refrained from gnawing, but it was close).
Shiny-Ray and fidgety-Ray came over and stared. "Oh," said fidgety-Ray, with a sidelong look at shiny-Ray. "Good choice, I guess... classic."
"Not one word about Las Vegas," shiny-Ray threatened. Fidgety-Ray opened his eyes wide and flashed his teeth; shiny-Ray cuffed him on the back of the head before calling for the girl behind the counter.
Finally. Dief thought about the excitement to come once they got home. Ben's face was bound to turn red, and he would sputter a little and lecture about the folly of two grown men indulging a candy-obsessed wolf with an Elvis costume and a trick-or-treat bucket for Halloween, and then there might be yipping and barking and the opportunity for a surreptitious snack before dinner if the yipping turned to rough-housing as it almost always did. (And Ben called Dief immature, when they tumbled and tackled and played and made more noise than an entire litter of pups.)
Dief didn't mind being shut out then... not at all.