Fic: Ikeaverse!Puppy: An Adama Emergency
Title: An Adama Emergency
Rating: T
Word Count: ~850
Disclaimer: don't own them.
Summary: Bill comes home to face concerns regarding Geddy...
A/N: Follows all previous Ikeaverse installments.
A/N2: Thanks to lanalucy for the speedy beta. *hugs*
“Bill!”
That pitch meant trouble. He rushed in the direction of Laura’s voice, shutting the front door behind him. His dreams of a restful evening fading by the second. He found her in their bedroom on the floor. “What’s wrong?”
She looked...like she was barely holding it together. “It’s Geddy. He’s...squealing. Yelping. I don’t...look at his tail.”
He knelt down next to her. Geddy’s tail was tucked down against his rear, as though he were trying to protect himself. He reached out to touch the dog. “What’s wrong, bud?”
Geddy yelped. Possibly in response, as he frequently interacted with his family when they spoke to him. It was at an octave Bill had never heard before. He rubbed Laura’s back. “We gotta take him in, honey.”
She sighed. “I know.”
Judy burst into the room. “Why are you on the floor?”
Her green eyes moved between her father and her mother. Geddy yelped again, and Judy’s eyes widened. “Geddy’s sick, sweetie,” Laura said. “So we have to take him to the vet.”
Judy nodded, but her eyes were thoughtful. “He won’t die, will he? I love him.”
She sat on the floor in front of Geddy and started petting him. Laura stroked Judy’s auburn hair. “He’ll get better if we take him, okay?”
Judy sniffled in the affirmative.
Bill rose from the floor and picked his daughter up, ignoring his back’s cracking. “Come on, pumpkin. You gotta get to bed. It’s a school night.”
She rested her head against his shoulder. “You sure he won’t die?”
No, but I’m not ready for that. We’re not ready. “I’m sure, baby.”
He carried her into her pink and chocolate brown bedroom and placed her in the bed, tucking her in under the pink comforter. He kissed her forehead and exited the room, pulling his phone out of his pocket.
“Lee? Thanks for answering, son.”
“What’s wrong, Dad? You never call this late.”
“It’s Geddy. He’s...sick or something. Laura and I gotta take him in - could you watch Judy while we’re gone?”
“You know I never miss a chance to see my sister. I’ll be right over.”
“Thanks, son.”
He ended the call and returned to their bedroom. Laura looked up at him. “Lee?”
Bill nodded. “He’ll come.”
She held her hand out to him, and he helped her up. She picked up Geddy, gently making sure she supported his back. He was shivering out of pain...or fear.
He gathered a blanket, ensured his had his wallet and cell phone and went out to start the car.
Lee pulled into the driveway next to the Phoenix - the red Subaru Forester they’d bought after the Galactica had finally conked out in their driveway. Lee gave Bill a quick hug and hurried inside the house, Bill following him in.
Laura was standing in the foyer, holding Geddy like he were an infant. She gave Lee a small smile. “Thanks for coming. How’ve you been?”
Lee leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. “I’m great, Mom. Thanks.” He pet Geddy’s head. “Sorry, buddy. You’ll be okay.” He looked back at Laura. “The munchkin’s in bed?”
“Yeah. She should be easy to watch,” Bill said. “We should get going. Thanks again, son.”
Bill and Laura left. Geddy’s shivering increased like he knew where they were going. They loaded into the Phoenix.
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They were driving home. The visit had gone as well as possible: Geddy wasn’t sick. He didn’t eat anything that he shouldn’t have, as Bill had feared. Instead Geddy’s back was twisted, as the doctor had put it. They had gotten lucky because it wasn’t a surgical case, but that meant major changes and preventative measures.
Bill glanced at Geddy, who was sleeping in Laura’s lap. Then he met her eyes before refocusing on the road. “Cage rest. Do you think we can get him to stay in there?”
“He won’t have a choice. He may not like it, but it has to happen.”
Bill groaned. “We’ll need reinforcements.”
She smiled. “Oh, yeah.” She pet Geddy. “He’ll be okay.”
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Kara knelt in front of the cage, which was on the living room floor. She looked up at Laura on the couch. “Can’t believe you got him in here.”
Laura hmmed. “I wouldn’t take no for an answer.”
“How long?”
“A few weeks.”
Kara groaned. “It’s gonna be noisy in here.”
Laura nodded. “We’ll just have to deal with it.”
Kara moved to the couch. “Hell of a way to spend my leave.”
Laura stroked Kara’s hair. It was down for a change. “Sorry, honey. I’m glad you’re home, though.”
“Me too, Mom.”
“I gotta go. You’ll be okay?”
Kara gave her trademark Starbuck grin. “I think I’ve got this.”
“Great.”
Laura got off the sofa, kissed Kara’s forehead before going to the crate. She put her fingers through the bars and stroked Geddy’s head. Then she grabbed her bag off the dining room table and headed off to work. Geddy would be fine, but the jumping and roughhousing would have to stop.
Rating: T
Word Count: ~850
Disclaimer: don't own them.
Summary: Bill comes home to face concerns regarding Geddy...
A/N: Follows all previous Ikeaverse installments.
A/N2: Thanks to lanalucy for the speedy beta. *hugs*
“Bill!”
That pitch meant trouble. He rushed in the direction of Laura’s voice, shutting the front door behind him. His dreams of a restful evening fading by the second. He found her in their bedroom on the floor. “What’s wrong?”
She looked...like she was barely holding it together. “It’s Geddy. He’s...squealing. Yelping. I don’t...look at his tail.”
He knelt down next to her. Geddy’s tail was tucked down against his rear, as though he were trying to protect himself. He reached out to touch the dog. “What’s wrong, bud?”
Geddy yelped. Possibly in response, as he frequently interacted with his family when they spoke to him. It was at an octave Bill had never heard before. He rubbed Laura’s back. “We gotta take him in, honey.”
She sighed. “I know.”
Judy burst into the room. “Why are you on the floor?”
Her green eyes moved between her father and her mother. Geddy yelped again, and Judy’s eyes widened. “Geddy’s sick, sweetie,” Laura said. “So we have to take him to the vet.”
Judy nodded, but her eyes were thoughtful. “He won’t die, will he? I love him.”
She sat on the floor in front of Geddy and started petting him. Laura stroked Judy’s auburn hair. “He’ll get better if we take him, okay?”
Judy sniffled in the affirmative.
Bill rose from the floor and picked his daughter up, ignoring his back’s cracking. “Come on, pumpkin. You gotta get to bed. It’s a school night.”
She rested her head against his shoulder. “You sure he won’t die?”
No, but I’m not ready for that. We’re not ready. “I’m sure, baby.”
He carried her into her pink and chocolate brown bedroom and placed her in the bed, tucking her in under the pink comforter. He kissed her forehead and exited the room, pulling his phone out of his pocket.
“Lee? Thanks for answering, son.”
“What’s wrong, Dad? You never call this late.”
“It’s Geddy. He’s...sick or something. Laura and I gotta take him in - could you watch Judy while we’re gone?”
“You know I never miss a chance to see my sister. I’ll be right over.”
“Thanks, son.”
He ended the call and returned to their bedroom. Laura looked up at him. “Lee?”
Bill nodded. “He’ll come.”
She held her hand out to him, and he helped her up. She picked up Geddy, gently making sure she supported his back. He was shivering out of pain...or fear.
He gathered a blanket, ensured his had his wallet and cell phone and went out to start the car.
Lee pulled into the driveway next to the Phoenix - the red Subaru Forester they’d bought after the Galactica had finally conked out in their driveway. Lee gave Bill a quick hug and hurried inside the house, Bill following him in.
Laura was standing in the foyer, holding Geddy like he were an infant. She gave Lee a small smile. “Thanks for coming. How’ve you been?”
Lee leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. “I’m great, Mom. Thanks.” He pet Geddy’s head. “Sorry, buddy. You’ll be okay.” He looked back at Laura. “The munchkin’s in bed?”
“Yeah. She should be easy to watch,” Bill said. “We should get going. Thanks again, son.”
Bill and Laura left. Geddy’s shivering increased like he knew where they were going. They loaded into the Phoenix.
/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
They were driving home. The visit had gone as well as possible: Geddy wasn’t sick. He didn’t eat anything that he shouldn’t have, as Bill had feared. Instead Geddy’s back was twisted, as the doctor had put it. They had gotten lucky because it wasn’t a surgical case, but that meant major changes and preventative measures.
Bill glanced at Geddy, who was sleeping in Laura’s lap. Then he met her eyes before refocusing on the road. “Cage rest. Do you think we can get him to stay in there?”
“He won’t have a choice. He may not like it, but it has to happen.”
Bill groaned. “We’ll need reinforcements.”
She smiled. “Oh, yeah.” She pet Geddy. “He’ll be okay.”
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Kara knelt in front of the cage, which was on the living room floor. She looked up at Laura on the couch. “Can’t believe you got him in here.”
Laura hmmed. “I wouldn’t take no for an answer.”
“How long?”
“A few weeks.”
Kara groaned. “It’s gonna be noisy in here.”
Laura nodded. “We’ll just have to deal with it.”
Kara moved to the couch. “Hell of a way to spend my leave.”
Laura stroked Kara’s hair. It was down for a change. “Sorry, honey. I’m glad you’re home, though.”
“Me too, Mom.”
“I gotta go. You’ll be okay?”
Kara gave her trademark Starbuck grin. “I think I’ve got this.”
“Great.”
Laura got off the sofa, kissed Kara’s forehead before going to the crate. She put her fingers through the bars and stroked Geddy’s head. Then she grabbed her bag off the dining room table and headed off to work. Geddy would be fine, but the jumping and roughhousing would have to stop.