Trouble is a Friend

[drownondryland]

It's the sound of something scratching at the wall that catches Meredith's attention, making her look up from the papers she's scattered over the table, an uneven assortment of schoolwork and administrative material from the clinic. She taps her pen against the table, glancing around for the source of the noise, already stopped, but it starts again

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[missingthekeep]

Sean doesn't make too much of the slight commotion until she calls his name, and he's honestly unsure what to make of her tone. Hauling himself up and letting the trashy western he's been paging through fall to the ground, he heads over to the front door, brow furrowed as he opens it the rest of the way. "What's up?"

[drownondryland]

"What are you doing here?" Meredith's murmuring, shaking her head at Doc, though there's clearly no answer to be had. She looks up at Sean, one hand still tangled in Doc's collar, though he doesn't seem to be in any hurry to leave. "My dog," she says, drawing back a little when Doc surges toward him, trying to climb over her, barking. "My dog is here. Which is weird, because, well, my dog's dead. Or he was."

[missingthekeep]

Sean starts a little, taking a small step as the dog lunges, but there's a slightly bemused look on his face as he tries to parse all that. "Ye're certain? He's nae jus' some random dog?"

[drownondryland]

"I know my own dog," Meredith protests, though just a minute ago, she wasn't at all sure either. She slips an arm around Doc's neck, holding him back, reaching for his license again. As unsettling as this is, as much as she's yet to wrap her head around it, that he's as full of energy as he ever was is a relief. "Look, we got him this. It's got his name and my address and everything."