POI fic: Removal Service
TITLE: POI fic - Removal Service
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: G
DISCLAIMER: do not own
SUMMARY: John provides a much needed service...
Scrape-Thunk! Scraaape - Whump!
John wondered when his already crazy life had devolved to this. But he persisted and with a little more effort he was finished. Bear’s favorite fire hydrant, buried when the snow plow came through, was once more accessible.
Reese glanced over to where Finch stood with the impatient Bear on a leash. The dog was decked out in the thick plaid doggy coat Harold had acquired when the weather forecasts started mentioning snow. John wasn’t sure the coat was really necessary, but faced with reams of printouts Finch had produced from internet searches of proper dog care, he wasn’t inclined to argue. Aside from a few chews on the edges of the coat Bear didn’t seem to mind, and if Harold was in the mood to accessorize better the dog than John.
But seeing the speculative look on Harold’s face as Bear reacquainted himself with his hydrant, John figured that was a faint hope. He sighed resignedly to himself. Doubtless there were a hat, gloves, and scarf in John’s future.
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: G
DISCLAIMER: do not own
SUMMARY: John provides a much needed service...
Scrape-Thunk! Scraaape - Whump!
John wondered when his already crazy life had devolved to this. But he persisted and with a little more effort he was finished. Bear’s favorite fire hydrant, buried when the snow plow came through, was once more accessible.
Reese glanced over to where Finch stood with the impatient Bear on a leash. The dog was decked out in the thick plaid doggy coat Harold had acquired when the weather forecasts started mentioning snow. John wasn’t sure the coat was really necessary, but faced with reams of printouts Finch had produced from internet searches of proper dog care, he wasn’t inclined to argue. Aside from a few chews on the edges of the coat Bear didn’t seem to mind, and if Harold was in the mood to accessorize better the dog than John.
But seeing the speculative look on Harold’s face as Bear reacquainted himself with his hydrant, John figured that was a faint hope. He sighed resignedly to himself. Doubtless there were a hat, gloves, and scarf in John’s future.