FIC: Of Collars, Leashes and Domesticated Canines (Family Secrets)
Title: Of Collars, Leashes and Domesticated Canines
Series: Family Secrets
Author: Valerie Vancollie (valeriev84 [at] hotmail.com)
Characters: Don, Billy Cooper
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Don learns a little more about werewolves, much to Billy's frustration.
Note: Takes place between Scented and Family Secrets.
Spoilers: Man Hunt
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Numb3rs characters, items or situations. I only lay claim to the original aspects of the fic.
"Oh, yuck," Don said as Coop entered the room, bringing a stench in with him.
"What?" Billy asked as his partner quickly stepped back as he passed.
"You smell like wet dog," Don explained and then blinked in shock as Billy growled at him.
It was not a natural sound, at least not for a human to make, and Don hadn't been aware that Billy could produce it in human form.
"Sorry," Billy apologized sheepishly. "Automatic reaction."
"Automatic?" Don questioned before he gave a half laugh. "What, don't like to be compared to a dog?"
The growl was louder this time and so was Don's laughter.
"We are nothing like those domesticated canines!" Billy declared, stalking towards his partner.
Although he didn't want Don afraid of him, just a little apprehension would have been nice, but instead all he got was more laughter as he herded Don back against the wall.
"So I take it a leash and collar are out of the question?" Don asked, completely unconcerned that he was trapped between the wall and a werewolf who'd planted his arms on either side of him.
Billy narrowed his eyes and bared his teeth in response.
Don merely laughed.