Sanctuary FanFic - Puppies and Protégés (443 words)
Title: Puppies and Protégés
Author: sentient_mist
Pairing: Helen/Will friendship
Category: Fluff.
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: "Don't tell me you've never owned a dog before."
Author’s Note: Written for the sfaflashfic challenge "first times."
Disclaimer: I only wish I owned them.
“Isn’t he the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen?”
She finds it difficult to share his enthusiasm as the creature in question happily tracks mud across her entry hall, too sharp nails scratching the floor.
“Will, please.”
She gestures helplessly, frown deepening, and he scoops the puppy up, cradling it to his chest.
“Come on, Magnus. How can you say ‘no’ to this face?” He steps closer, hand under the mutt’s chin, so she’s staring into big, sad eyes.
Tentatively, she reaches out a hand, fingers brushing across surprisingly soft fur, and the puppy squirms in Will’s arms, nuzzling her palm. Slowly, she begins to give in, smile lighting her features as she continues to scratch behind the puppy’s ears.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never owned a dog before,” he says in disbelief.
A faint blush colors her cheeks as she ducks her head under his scrutiny. “There was never time for any sort of ordinary pet,” she mutters.
“Well, I mean, I’ve already named him, but if you, I mean, I, I could, if you wanted,” he stammers.
“Will, are you offering to share your dog with me?” she asks, amusement glittering in her eyes.
“Um, I.” He suddenly finds the puppy incredibly fascinating, scuffing the floor with the toe of his shoe. Finally, he lifts his gaze to find he’s still the focus of her attention, even as she continues to stroke the puppy’s back. “I guess I am,” he admits, a bit sheepish.
“I accept.”
Before he can register her response, she’s reaching for the wriggling bundle. Freeing the puppy from his grasp, she hugs him to her own chest, ignoring his muddy paws, smiling tolerantly as he licks her face.
“First, we are going to teach you some proper manners,” she murmurs, almost to herself, and the puppy immediately settles against her as though sensing her disapproval.
“Well, that’s a start,” she mutters. Pressing a light kiss to Will’s cheek, she turns, heading back toward her office, stopping when she realizes Will is still standing, dumbfounded, in the middle of the entry hall.
“Are you coming?”
“Uh, yeah.” Shaking his head to clear it, he hurries to catch up to her.
She waits patiently, squeezing his arm once he reaches her side. “Thank you, Will,” she whispers, smiling softly.
He returns her smile. “Anytime.”
“So, what is his name?” she asks as they start down the hall together.
He hesitates, step faltering and ears turning bright red. “Sherlock,” he finally mumbles.
She pauses for a moment, looking at him curiously, but a second later she laughs. The sound, rich and vibrant, follows them all the way down the hall.
Author: sentient_mist
Pairing: Helen/Will friendship
Category: Fluff.
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: "Don't tell me you've never owned a dog before."
Author’s Note: Written for the sfaflashfic challenge "first times."
Disclaimer: I only wish I owned them.
“Isn’t he the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen?”
She finds it difficult to share his enthusiasm as the creature in question happily tracks mud across her entry hall, too sharp nails scratching the floor.
“Will, please.”
She gestures helplessly, frown deepening, and he scoops the puppy up, cradling it to his chest.
“Come on, Magnus. How can you say ‘no’ to this face?” He steps closer, hand under the mutt’s chin, so she’s staring into big, sad eyes.
Tentatively, she reaches out a hand, fingers brushing across surprisingly soft fur, and the puppy squirms in Will’s arms, nuzzling her palm. Slowly, she begins to give in, smile lighting her features as she continues to scratch behind the puppy’s ears.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never owned a dog before,” he says in disbelief.
A faint blush colors her cheeks as she ducks her head under his scrutiny. “There was never time for any sort of ordinary pet,” she mutters.
“Well, I mean, I’ve already named him, but if you, I mean, I, I could, if you wanted,” he stammers.
“Will, are you offering to share your dog with me?” she asks, amusement glittering in her eyes.
“Um, I.” He suddenly finds the puppy incredibly fascinating, scuffing the floor with the toe of his shoe. Finally, he lifts his gaze to find he’s still the focus of her attention, even as she continues to stroke the puppy’s back. “I guess I am,” he admits, a bit sheepish.
“I accept.”
Before he can register her response, she’s reaching for the wriggling bundle. Freeing the puppy from his grasp, she hugs him to her own chest, ignoring his muddy paws, smiling tolerantly as he licks her face.
“First, we are going to teach you some proper manners,” she murmurs, almost to herself, and the puppy immediately settles against her as though sensing her disapproval.
“Well, that’s a start,” she mutters. Pressing a light kiss to Will’s cheek, she turns, heading back toward her office, stopping when she realizes Will is still standing, dumbfounded, in the middle of the entry hall.
“Are you coming?”
“Uh, yeah.” Shaking his head to clear it, he hurries to catch up to her.
She waits patiently, squeezing his arm once he reaches her side. “Thank you, Will,” she whispers, smiling softly.
He returns her smile. “Anytime.”
“So, what is his name?” she asks as they start down the hall together.
He hesitates, step faltering and ears turning bright red. “Sherlock,” he finally mumbles.
She pauses for a moment, looking at him curiously, but a second later she laughs. The sound, rich and vibrant, follows them all the way down the hall.