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Title: Spot
Cliche used: A kid is away for a few days and a friend or relative is supposed to care for their pet and through their carelessness the pet dies, so the friend or relative goes out to the pet shop and buys a replacement hoping the kid won't notice, but they always do. for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Word Count: 458
Rating: PG
Original/Fandom: Original
Pairings (if any): none
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/etc): none
Summary: Fiona goes on a trip and asks her friends Doug and Duncan to take care of her dog, Spot.
Fiona dropped to her knees as she entered the house. “Spot! I’m home.” Her words reverberated around the room but no dog came running to see her. It had been five years since she’d gotten Spot and, in all those years, she’d always come home to enough slobbering kisses to warrant a shower and bruises from the large tail that swung around too energetically.
When Doug cleared his throat, she looked up at her friend. “I’ve only been gone a week. Maybe he got angry at me for leaving him behind. Did he seem angry? Was he pouting? Should I have stopped somewhere at the airport as I left and gotten him a present? That’s got to be it. He knew I forgot his present.” Fiona covered her face with her shaking hands. “He hates me.”
Her tears were Doug’s undoing. He was about to confess everything, from the first time he’d opened the door to the house while on his phone so that the dog was able to run out between his legs to the moment when he and Duncan decided to get a new dog to take the place of the missing pet. The plan had gone horribly wrong when all the dogs in the city appeared to be safely adopted and sterile. There weren’t any dogs at the pound and none at the pet shops. It had been four nightmarish days as they began expanding their search. At last, only hours before Fiona’s plane landed, they were successful.
Sort of.
“I’m sure Spot,” he yelled the name, “is just sleeping. If Spot,” again, he yelled the name, “knew that you were home, I’m sure he would come to see you.”
Duncan came down the hall, a sleeping dog in his arms. “I took Spot for a walk this morning and, wouldn’t you know it, he’s just plumb tuckered out.” With a strangled laugh that belied his inner turmoil, he handed her the tiny dog.
“Spot?” For a moment, it appeared as if the ruse hadn’t worked. Fiona’s forehead creased as she held the dog stiffly in her arms. The small, all-brown dog cracked open one eye, decided it was done sleeping, and yawned so that all of it’s tiny teeth were visible. All the arguments that Fiona had been constructed fell away and she let out an exclamation of delight that only a besotted woman could make.
Both men let out a few strained chuckles as the woman and dog exchanged adoration. It wasn’t until she smiled up at them that they were able to stop shaking with anticipation. Of course, they didn’t take a deep breath until Fiona said, “You two did such a good job taking care of Spot. Thank you so much.”
Cliche used: A kid is away for a few days and a friend or relative is supposed to care for their pet and through their carelessness the pet dies, so the friend or relative goes out to the pet shop and buys a replacement hoping the kid won't notice, but they always do. for
writerverseWord Count: 458
Rating: PG
Original/Fandom: Original
Pairings (if any): none
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/etc): none
Summary: Fiona goes on a trip and asks her friends Doug and Duncan to take care of her dog, Spot.
Fiona dropped to her knees as she entered the house. “Spot! I’m home.” Her words reverberated around the room but no dog came running to see her. It had been five years since she’d gotten Spot and, in all those years, she’d always come home to enough slobbering kisses to warrant a shower and bruises from the large tail that swung around too energetically.
When Doug cleared his throat, she looked up at her friend. “I’ve only been gone a week. Maybe he got angry at me for leaving him behind. Did he seem angry? Was he pouting? Should I have stopped somewhere at the airport as I left and gotten him a present? That’s got to be it. He knew I forgot his present.” Fiona covered her face with her shaking hands. “He hates me.”
Her tears were Doug’s undoing. He was about to confess everything, from the first time he’d opened the door to the house while on his phone so that the dog was able to run out between his legs to the moment when he and Duncan decided to get a new dog to take the place of the missing pet. The plan had gone horribly wrong when all the dogs in the city appeared to be safely adopted and sterile. There weren’t any dogs at the pound and none at the pet shops. It had been four nightmarish days as they began expanding their search. At last, only hours before Fiona’s plane landed, they were successful.
Sort of.
“I’m sure Spot,” he yelled the name, “is just sleeping. If Spot,” again, he yelled the name, “knew that you were home, I’m sure he would come to see you.”
Duncan came down the hall, a sleeping dog in his arms. “I took Spot for a walk this morning and, wouldn’t you know it, he’s just plumb tuckered out.” With a strangled laugh that belied his inner turmoil, he handed her the tiny dog.
“Spot?” For a moment, it appeared as if the ruse hadn’t worked. Fiona’s forehead creased as she held the dog stiffly in her arms. The small, all-brown dog cracked open one eye, decided it was done sleeping, and yawned so that all of it’s tiny teeth were visible. All the arguments that Fiona had been constructed fell away and she let out an exclamation of delight that only a besotted woman could make.
Both men let out a few strained chuckles as the woman and dog exchanged adoration. It wasn’t until she smiled up at them that they were able to stop shaking with anticipation. Of course, they didn’t take a deep breath until Fiona said, “You two did such a good job taking care of Spot. Thank you so much.”
