Post by Seek on May 29, 2011 6:58:14 GMT 10
Title: Queequeg
Rating: PG
Word count: 287
Pairing: Clary/Mattes
Round/Fight: 4/A
Summary: Mattes is in charge of Clary’s dog, when Clary is off on vacation. Set in the DeadAlive universe, where Clary and Mattes are both FBI agents. Based on the X-Files.
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Clary brings him over in the morning. A Pomeranian, with gold-brown fur, and with a penchant for sniffing curiously about my place. “Thanks for looking after Queequeg,” she says, “I wasn’t sure I had anyone to leave him with.”
“Sure,” I say. I try and smile. I’ve never actually kept another dog ever since the mongrel I took in died, and I’ve stuck with fish since then. Far easier to keep, and they don’t bark or encounter emergencies during romantic liasons.
Not that I’ve had very many recently.
Queequeg looks up at me with bright, dark eyes. He gives a questioning bark, and pads over to sniff at me. “Queequeg?” I asked aloud.
Clary gives me a challenging look, and just says, “Moby Dick.”
I give him a scratch about the ears, and Queequeg makes a whuff of satisfaction. “Doesn’t eat other dogs, I hope? Queequeg was a cannibal.”
“I didn’t know you read Moby Dick.”
“I didn’t know you liked Moby Dick.”
Clary hesitates for a moment, before she offers, “It’s a family tradition.” She sits there, perched uncomfortably on the edge of my couch in the living room. After a while, Queequeg makes a low whine and rolls over onto his stomach, glancing pleadingly at me. I oblige him. Fluffy dog. I wouldn’t quite have pegged Clary as the type to keep a Pomeranian, but then you never know.
I want to ask Clary when she’s leaving, but I’m afraid that if I do, she’ll move, or think that’s a veiled dismissal, and I want to keep her here just a little longer, so I play with Queequeg, and Clary and I talk.
And I think that maybe I miss my old dog, after all.
Rating: PG
Word count: 287
Pairing: Clary/Mattes
Round/Fight: 4/A
Summary: Mattes is in charge of Clary’s dog, when Clary is off on vacation. Set in the DeadAlive universe, where Clary and Mattes are both FBI agents. Based on the X-Files.
-
Clary brings him over in the morning. A Pomeranian, with gold-brown fur, and with a penchant for sniffing curiously about my place. “Thanks for looking after Queequeg,” she says, “I wasn’t sure I had anyone to leave him with.”
“Sure,” I say. I try and smile. I’ve never actually kept another dog ever since the mongrel I took in died, and I’ve stuck with fish since then. Far easier to keep, and they don’t bark or encounter emergencies during romantic liasons.
Not that I’ve had very many recently.
Queequeg looks up at me with bright, dark eyes. He gives a questioning bark, and pads over to sniff at me. “Queequeg?” I asked aloud.
Clary gives me a challenging look, and just says, “Moby Dick.”
I give him a scratch about the ears, and Queequeg makes a whuff of satisfaction. “Doesn’t eat other dogs, I hope? Queequeg was a cannibal.”
“I didn’t know you read Moby Dick.”
“I didn’t know you liked Moby Dick.”
Clary hesitates for a moment, before she offers, “It’s a family tradition.” She sits there, perched uncomfortably on the edge of my couch in the living room. After a while, Queequeg makes a low whine and rolls over onto his stomach, glancing pleadingly at me. I oblige him. Fluffy dog. I wouldn’t quite have pegged Clary as the type to keep a Pomeranian, but then you never know.
I want to ask Clary when she’s leaving, but I’m afraid that if I do, she’ll move, or think that’s a veiled dismissal, and I want to keep her here just a little longer, so I play with Queequeg, and Clary and I talk.
And I think that maybe I miss my old dog, after all.