AU fic: Ruff Stuff
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wl_fanfictionTitle: Ruff Stuff
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Part: 2/?
Rating: G
Pairing(s): Suppose a Ry/Col friendship ... if you're thinking like I'm thinking.
Summary: COMPLETE AU. Colin is, as we know, the king of puppy-eyed looks. So, why shouldn't he just be a dog? :P
Author's notes: I suppose this is a chapter two of sorts. Cae pretty much kicked my ass into gear by asking me when the next part was. But I think it's, you know, rushed.
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A dog in a bag and a bone
Now you're lost in the rain
Twenty one million miles from home
--
Colin was content, lying on the floor in front of the television, head in between his forelegs, eyes watching the images flickering across the screen. If it weren’t for the damn heat itching at his coat, he’d be comfortable. Climbing onto all fours, he flicked his tail, head tilting to the side as he contemplated the lump of man watching the program with half-open eyes, one hand clasped loosely around the remote.
Ears flattening, he padded across the room, moving sounds muffled on the plush carpet as he approached the back door. God he hated being a dog. With a loud whine he brought his paw up and scratched at the door. After no response, he repeated it. And then again. And once more for good measure as a vile epithet came his way and Ryan approached him, moving slowly and scratching at his stomach.
“Okay you boots, I’m here, give me a chance would you?”
Unclasping the latch on the door Ryan pushed it open and Colin ambled out onto the back veranda, surveying the yard before him. It was nothing special. The grass was blanketed in a fresh layer of snow but the immediate chill settled into Colin’s fur and he suddenly felt a lot more comfortable than he had lying in front of the TV. He angled a look up at Ryan who gave him a faintly irritable one of his own.
“It’s all out there, fella. Just go for a bit of look. I’ll leave the door open so feel free to come back inside at anytime.”
He bent down and rubbed at the top of Colin’s head, fingers sliding through the fur before he straightened. Giving the dog a slight wink, he gently nudged Colin’s rump before re-entering the house.
Moving down the steps, Colin gently pressed one paw onto the frozen ground, followed by another and the rest until he was standing paw deep in snow. Throwing a casual glance back toward the door, Colin watched in silence for a few moments. Finally, deciding that Ryan wasn’t coming back out, Colin set off at a sedate walk, nose pressed to the snow as he moved to and then along the fence line. Almost unconsciously he sniffed out every trace of scent while searching for any signs of weaknesses in the wooden panelling that would allow him to escape.
--
The soft sounds of paws moving rhythmically across the carpet of the lounge room and a pink tongue licking at his face announced to Ryan that the dog had come back inside. He tried to retain the smile that threatened to break out on his face but settled for pushing the head away and sitting up.
“Get off of me you stupid mutt,” He grouched, swinging his legs off the couch and scrubbing a hand roughly over his face. Sparing a glance at his watch, he stifled a yawn. It was barely hitting five to seven but he was as tired as hell. Looking down, he met the eyes of Colin who gave a slight tail wag and looked across the room toward the kitchen.
“Oh.” He paused, mentally taking inventory of everything he knew to be held in containers and sighed. “Looks like I have to go shopping. Stay.”
The dog just looked at him with eyes that seemed far too wise and cynical to be merely dog’s eyes.
He leaned down to ruffle the head of the dog that whined and snapped his teeth at his ankles, growling playfully. Ryan fended him off and fetched his coat, looking back as he placed his hand on the doorknob.
Colin sat in the archway to the living room, watching him leave, eyes staring intently at the world behind Ryan as he opened the door.
“Stay, Boots.” Ryan murmured with a soft smile. “I’ll see you soon.”
And with that he was gone.
--
As soon as the door had clicked shut, Colin’s gaze swung towards the clock and he breathed a heavy sigh of relief, moving into the kitchen.
The dull red letters blinked as they buzzed over to seven and Colin felt the familiar itch start in his abdomen accompanied by a searing pain across his ribs that left him whining and writhing on the floor. The cool feel of the tiles under his side did little to tame the fever that ran hot through his blood.
The bones groaned their protest as they snapped and re-netted settling into a bigger bone growth as the skin stretched to accommodate the recent changes.
Colin’s voice choked on a whimper as the vocal cords rearranged themselves and dropped pitch into a soft tenor, voice continuing on it’s pained groan as the newly formed fingers of one hand curled around his stomach, pressing gently against his ribcage as the other scrambled for a hold on the slippery tiles.
There was the faint surge of blood that swirled through his system, topping off the millilitres of blood he’d lost from being a dog.
The fur covering his body retreated back into his skin.
The canines shortened and dulled.
Colin’s eyes slammed closed as colour flooded his sight, the fluorescent lights overheard seeming insanely bright in the dim kitchen.
There was a faint slurping noise as the tail that was usually curled in the air over his back shrank and finally disappeared into the tail end of his spinal cord. No pun intended.
Finally he was complete, lying on the floor and curled into a ball, one hand bleeding freely over the tiles, blood red and stark against the white tiles. Colin could do nothing but lie there and gasp for breath, ribs aching with the effort and undoubtedly still sore from the accident earlier today.
Accident? Oh fuck. Ryan would be home soon. And he wouldn’t take lightly to finding a naked man bleeding all over his kitchen floor.
Taking a few more harsh breaths, Colin opened his eyes and squinted against the immediate brightness.
--
Up in the bedroom Colin sorted through Ryan’s cupboard with little regard for how much of invasion of privacy this could be.
Privacy? Fuck privacy, this was downright theft, he thought bitterly as he pulled on clothes that positively hung off his frame. Before setting off downstairs and out the back door, a towel wrapped around his bleeding hand.
--
“Okay, I’m coming in, so don’t get to excited.”
There was no response but that was fine, Ryan hadn’t really been expecting one as he stepped through the door, arms laden with shopping bags.
--
Ryan sat on the couch, the news a distant noise off in the background, mulling over what would make Boots, who had seemed rather at ease in the place, just up and vanish.
It was a goddamned mystery.
He’d panicked after seeing the blood drying in flecks and streaks all over the floor as if something had climbed in a hurried attempt from the tiles. The backdoor was open but there were no fresh prints in the snow and Ryan’s frantic calling of Boot’s name went unheeded, as the dog did not reappear out of the brush.
He hadn't noticed one shadow outlined against the other inky black of the shadows, nor had he heard the hastily muffled noises as Colin's elbows dug painfully against his ribs.
Defeated Ryan had returned back inside and carefully stored the cans of dog food off to one side before fishing out a beer.
He absently took another swallow of it as he sat on the couch, shaking himself out of his thoughts in time to catch a glimpse of the news.
...the unsolved case of missing person Colin Mochrie has been reopened today after several people have claimed to see the forty five year old man wandering the streets of downtown Toronto. Colin is believed by police to have...
And all Ryan could think of was how the scrabbling marks in the blood looked suspiciously like human fingers.
Author:
desiredeffectPart: 2/?
Rating: G
Pairing(s): Suppose a Ry/Col friendship ... if you're thinking like I'm thinking.
Summary: COMPLETE AU. Colin is, as we know, the king of puppy-eyed looks. So, why shouldn't he just be a dog? :P
Author's notes: I suppose this is a chapter two of sorts. Cae pretty much kicked my ass into gear by asking me when the next part was. But I think it's, you know, rushed.
---
A dog in a bag and a bone
Now you're lost in the rain
Twenty one million miles from home
--
Colin was content, lying on the floor in front of the television, head in between his forelegs, eyes watching the images flickering across the screen. If it weren’t for the damn heat itching at his coat, he’d be comfortable. Climbing onto all fours, he flicked his tail, head tilting to the side as he contemplated the lump of man watching the program with half-open eyes, one hand clasped loosely around the remote.
Ears flattening, he padded across the room, moving sounds muffled on the plush carpet as he approached the back door. God he hated being a dog. With a loud whine he brought his paw up and scratched at the door. After no response, he repeated it. And then again. And once more for good measure as a vile epithet came his way and Ryan approached him, moving slowly and scratching at his stomach.
“Okay you boots, I’m here, give me a chance would you?”
Unclasping the latch on the door Ryan pushed it open and Colin ambled out onto the back veranda, surveying the yard before him. It was nothing special. The grass was blanketed in a fresh layer of snow but the immediate chill settled into Colin’s fur and he suddenly felt a lot more comfortable than he had lying in front of the TV. He angled a look up at Ryan who gave him a faintly irritable one of his own.
“It’s all out there, fella. Just go for a bit of look. I’ll leave the door open so feel free to come back inside at anytime.”
He bent down and rubbed at the top of Colin’s head, fingers sliding through the fur before he straightened. Giving the dog a slight wink, he gently nudged Colin’s rump before re-entering the house.
Moving down the steps, Colin gently pressed one paw onto the frozen ground, followed by another and the rest until he was standing paw deep in snow. Throwing a casual glance back toward the door, Colin watched in silence for a few moments. Finally, deciding that Ryan wasn’t coming back out, Colin set off at a sedate walk, nose pressed to the snow as he moved to and then along the fence line. Almost unconsciously he sniffed out every trace of scent while searching for any signs of weaknesses in the wooden panelling that would allow him to escape.
--
The soft sounds of paws moving rhythmically across the carpet of the lounge room and a pink tongue licking at his face announced to Ryan that the dog had come back inside. He tried to retain the smile that threatened to break out on his face but settled for pushing the head away and sitting up.
“Get off of me you stupid mutt,” He grouched, swinging his legs off the couch and scrubbing a hand roughly over his face. Sparing a glance at his watch, he stifled a yawn. It was barely hitting five to seven but he was as tired as hell. Looking down, he met the eyes of Colin who gave a slight tail wag and looked across the room toward the kitchen.
“Oh.” He paused, mentally taking inventory of everything he knew to be held in containers and sighed. “Looks like I have to go shopping. Stay.”
The dog just looked at him with eyes that seemed far too wise and cynical to be merely dog’s eyes.
He leaned down to ruffle the head of the dog that whined and snapped his teeth at his ankles, growling playfully. Ryan fended him off and fetched his coat, looking back as he placed his hand on the doorknob.
Colin sat in the archway to the living room, watching him leave, eyes staring intently at the world behind Ryan as he opened the door.
“Stay, Boots.” Ryan murmured with a soft smile. “I’ll see you soon.”
And with that he was gone.
--
As soon as the door had clicked shut, Colin’s gaze swung towards the clock and he breathed a heavy sigh of relief, moving into the kitchen.
The dull red letters blinked as they buzzed over to seven and Colin felt the familiar itch start in his abdomen accompanied by a searing pain across his ribs that left him whining and writhing on the floor. The cool feel of the tiles under his side did little to tame the fever that ran hot through his blood.
The bones groaned their protest as they snapped and re-netted settling into a bigger bone growth as the skin stretched to accommodate the recent changes.
Colin’s voice choked on a whimper as the vocal cords rearranged themselves and dropped pitch into a soft tenor, voice continuing on it’s pained groan as the newly formed fingers of one hand curled around his stomach, pressing gently against his ribcage as the other scrambled for a hold on the slippery tiles.
There was the faint surge of blood that swirled through his system, topping off the millilitres of blood he’d lost from being a dog.
The fur covering his body retreated back into his skin.
The canines shortened and dulled.
Colin’s eyes slammed closed as colour flooded his sight, the fluorescent lights overheard seeming insanely bright in the dim kitchen.
There was a faint slurping noise as the tail that was usually curled in the air over his back shrank and finally disappeared into the tail end of his spinal cord. No pun intended.
Finally he was complete, lying on the floor and curled into a ball, one hand bleeding freely over the tiles, blood red and stark against the white tiles. Colin could do nothing but lie there and gasp for breath, ribs aching with the effort and undoubtedly still sore from the accident earlier today.
Accident? Oh fuck. Ryan would be home soon. And he wouldn’t take lightly to finding a naked man bleeding all over his kitchen floor.
Taking a few more harsh breaths, Colin opened his eyes and squinted against the immediate brightness.
--
Up in the bedroom Colin sorted through Ryan’s cupboard with little regard for how much of invasion of privacy this could be.
Privacy? Fuck privacy, this was downright theft, he thought bitterly as he pulled on clothes that positively hung off his frame. Before setting off downstairs and out the back door, a towel wrapped around his bleeding hand.
--
“Okay, I’m coming in, so don’t get to excited.”
There was no response but that was fine, Ryan hadn’t really been expecting one as he stepped through the door, arms laden with shopping bags.
--
Ryan sat on the couch, the news a distant noise off in the background, mulling over what would make Boots, who had seemed rather at ease in the place, just up and vanish.
It was a goddamned mystery.
He’d panicked after seeing the blood drying in flecks and streaks all over the floor as if something had climbed in a hurried attempt from the tiles. The backdoor was open but there were no fresh prints in the snow and Ryan’s frantic calling of Boot’s name went unheeded, as the dog did not reappear out of the brush.
He hadn't noticed one shadow outlined against the other inky black of the shadows, nor had he heard the hastily muffled noises as Colin's elbows dug painfully against his ribs.
Defeated Ryan had returned back inside and carefully stored the cans of dog food off to one side before fishing out a beer.
He absently took another swallow of it as he sat on the couch, shaking himself out of his thoughts in time to catch a glimpse of the news.
...the unsolved case of missing person Colin Mochrie has been reopened today after several people have claimed to see the forty five year old man wandering the streets of downtown Toronto. Colin is believed by police to have...
And all Ryan could think of was how the scrabbling marks in the blood looked suspiciously like human fingers.
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You brought the Crack back...do it again...!
Date: 2007-02-20 05:10 pm (UTC)Re: You brought the Crack back...do it again...!
Date: 2007-02-22 08:29 am (UTC)*salutes* Yes ma'am
Re: You brought the Crack back...do it again...!
Date: 2007-03-05 03:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-20 06:27 pm (UTC)Of course you do realise that this'll simply cause me to nag you even more :P
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Date: 2007-02-22 08:31 am (UTC)Can I at least do my legal exam before I start writing again? And finish my maths homework, my psychology homework, my literature homework and my language homework before I start? :D
*gnaws on your head*
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Date: 2007-02-20 11:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-22 08:32 am (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2007-02-22 12:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-22 08:33 am (UTC)Have to see what happens next, and gotta run it past Cae first cos basically that woman owns my soul. Or at least the part that's dedicated to writing this story. :D
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Date: 2007-02-22 07:57 pm (UTC)LOL I hope she owns a big part, and that it comes quickly! yay! :D
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Date: 2007-02-23 05:21 am (UTC)Ahaha! As long as you don't tell her that. I'm sure she'd be absolutely delighted to know ;D