Weekend Challenge 5/15/15: Cannon or AU?
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asphaltcowgrrlSo, I went with one of each.
Cannon prompt: "I think your dog likes my dog." I set it around episode 1.8 - Joint Custody - where Wes and Travis take care of Randi's K-9, Hudson.
Word count: 379
“Randi’s down here,” Travis said, pointing towards the area where the K-9 contingent was trained and kept in shape.
Wes nodded, following him into the warehouse set up to mimic the scene of a drug bust. He wasn’t ever sure what to expect when he came down this way, but he knew Randi, trusted her to help them out. Which was why they were there, to get some answers only she had.
“Hey Hudson,” Travis announced, holding his arms out to the large German shepherd sitting patiently by his master’s side.
The dog rushed to him, bumping into Travis’ legs and making the human laugh as he struggled to hold his balance. Wes shook his head, wondering how he ever managed to get partnered up with such a child. “Travis, will you please not rile up the animal.”
Randi chuckled and stepped forward to give Wes a hug. “I think your dog likes my dog,” she said, loud enough for Travis and Hudson to hear.
“Yes, well,” Wes said, stepping out of her embrace, “at least yours knows how to behave himself. That’s more than I can say for mine.”
She gave Travis an appraising look. “That’s kinda what I like him so much.”
Slapping a hand over his face, Wes groaned. He’d forgotten that Travis and Randi had hooked up on occasion and it was coming back to haunt him. “In that case, you can work homicides with him, and Hudson and I will partner up from now on.”
“Oh no you don’t,” Travis said, baby-talking to the dog, but directing his words at Wes. “You can’t get rid of me that easily, can he, Hudson?”
“Sadly,” Wes muttered, “no, I can’t.” He looked at Randi who was watching Travis and Hudson cuddle on the floor. “You know what, never mind. Travis can clue you in later when he’s done making out with your dog.”
Wes raked his hands through his hair and left his partner sitting on the floor with the dog in his lap and a narcotics detective. He figured he’d go get some lunch and by the time he returned, Travis would realize he’d been left and return to his desk. Hopefully. There always was the chance he’d just go home with Randi and Hudson.
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AU prompt: "You were the only one who offered to help me move in." This could have easily been a cannon prompt, too, if we'd gotten a second season. Wes has to eventually move out of that damn hotel, right?
Word count: 547
Wes set the box down on the kitchen counter and smoothed his ruffled blond hair back into place. Sweat and dust had plastered it into a crazy mess. Travis came in behind him, dropping a second box next to the first.
“I think that’s it, Wes. Nothing left in the truck.” Travis leaned back against the counter and wiped the back of his hand across his forehead. “Damn, it’s hot.”
Nodding, Wes moved away from Travis’ side and retrieved two dripping bottles of water from the ice chest by the back wall. “Sorry about that, the power’s not on yet or I’d turn on the air. This should help though.”
Grateful, Travis cracked open the lid and sucked down a few loud mouthfuls of water. “Ah, that’s better, although a frosty beer would go down better.”
Wes winced. He hadn’t even thought of buying beer to treat Travis with. “No beer,” he admitted. “I don’t even have any food yet.”
“No worries,” Travis said, then downed what was left in the bottle. “That is one thing that we can fix, baby. You can’t stay here tonight anyway, not without any air. So, what do you say we grab a pizza and some beer and you crash at my place tonight?”
He didn’t know what to say, it was more than enough that Travis simply showed up today. “Look, Travis, I appreciate the offer…”
“But?” Travis knew him a little too well it seemed.
“But you were the only one who offered to help me move in. I can’t expect you to feed me and let me stay over, too.”
“Wes man, it’s like this. We’re partners, right? This is what partners do. They help each other move things – furniture, bodies, whatever they need. And then they make sure the other is well-fed and has a bed to sleep in.” Travis paused for a moment and Wes swore a hint of a blush crept into Marks’ cheeks. “Even if the only bed I have is mine.”
Relief washed through Wes at Travis’ admission, and laughter followed hard on relief’s heels. “Really, Travis? You’re offering to share your bed with me? I think tonight calls for more than a six pack if you expect me to go along with that.”
“Aw, sharing a bed’s nothing at this point in our working relationship. What do you say?”
Travis had a point. After endless stakeouts, holing up in hotel rooms during surveillance, and too many other compromising positions to mention, there wasn’t any reason to deny his offer of goodwill. “Okay, but one condition.”
“Name it,” Travis said, grinning.
“We get pizza from that little mom and pop shop around the corner from your place. None of those chain deals.”
“You got it,” Travis agreed. “They’ve got the best zeppoli anyway.”
And leave it to dessert to be Travis’ deciding factor. “What are we waiting for? I’m starving.”
Marks led the way to the front door, allowing Wes to close and lock his home for the first time. As he followed Travis out to the car, he hoped that there would be many more nights just like this. While he unlocked the car, he made a mental note to find the best pizza joint in what was now his new neighborhood.
Cannon prompt: "I think your dog likes my dog." I set it around episode 1.8 - Joint Custody - where Wes and Travis take care of Randi's K-9, Hudson.
Word count: 379
“Randi’s down here,” Travis said, pointing towards the area where the K-9 contingent was trained and kept in shape.
Wes nodded, following him into the warehouse set up to mimic the scene of a drug bust. He wasn’t ever sure what to expect when he came down this way, but he knew Randi, trusted her to help them out. Which was why they were there, to get some answers only she had.
“Hey Hudson,” Travis announced, holding his arms out to the large German shepherd sitting patiently by his master’s side.
The dog rushed to him, bumping into Travis’ legs and making the human laugh as he struggled to hold his balance. Wes shook his head, wondering how he ever managed to get partnered up with such a child. “Travis, will you please not rile up the animal.”
Randi chuckled and stepped forward to give Wes a hug. “I think your dog likes my dog,” she said, loud enough for Travis and Hudson to hear.
“Yes, well,” Wes said, stepping out of her embrace, “at least yours knows how to behave himself. That’s more than I can say for mine.”
She gave Travis an appraising look. “That’s kinda what I like him so much.”
Slapping a hand over his face, Wes groaned. He’d forgotten that Travis and Randi had hooked up on occasion and it was coming back to haunt him. “In that case, you can work homicides with him, and Hudson and I will partner up from now on.”
“Oh no you don’t,” Travis said, baby-talking to the dog, but directing his words at Wes. “You can’t get rid of me that easily, can he, Hudson?”
“Sadly,” Wes muttered, “no, I can’t.” He looked at Randi who was watching Travis and Hudson cuddle on the floor. “You know what, never mind. Travis can clue you in later when he’s done making out with your dog.”
Wes raked his hands through his hair and left his partner sitting on the floor with the dog in his lap and a narcotics detective. He figured he’d go get some lunch and by the time he returned, Travis would realize he’d been left and return to his desk. Hopefully. There always was the chance he’d just go home with Randi and Hudson.
xx
AU prompt: "You were the only one who offered to help me move in." This could have easily been a cannon prompt, too, if we'd gotten a second season. Wes has to eventually move out of that damn hotel, right?
Word count: 547
Wes set the box down on the kitchen counter and smoothed his ruffled blond hair back into place. Sweat and dust had plastered it into a crazy mess. Travis came in behind him, dropping a second box next to the first.
“I think that’s it, Wes. Nothing left in the truck.” Travis leaned back against the counter and wiped the back of his hand across his forehead. “Damn, it’s hot.”
Nodding, Wes moved away from Travis’ side and retrieved two dripping bottles of water from the ice chest by the back wall. “Sorry about that, the power’s not on yet or I’d turn on the air. This should help though.”
Grateful, Travis cracked open the lid and sucked down a few loud mouthfuls of water. “Ah, that’s better, although a frosty beer would go down better.”
Wes winced. He hadn’t even thought of buying beer to treat Travis with. “No beer,” he admitted. “I don’t even have any food yet.”
“No worries,” Travis said, then downed what was left in the bottle. “That is one thing that we can fix, baby. You can’t stay here tonight anyway, not without any air. So, what do you say we grab a pizza and some beer and you crash at my place tonight?”
He didn’t know what to say, it was more than enough that Travis simply showed up today. “Look, Travis, I appreciate the offer…”
“But?” Travis knew him a little too well it seemed.
“But you were the only one who offered to help me move in. I can’t expect you to feed me and let me stay over, too.”
“Wes man, it’s like this. We’re partners, right? This is what partners do. They help each other move things – furniture, bodies, whatever they need. And then they make sure the other is well-fed and has a bed to sleep in.” Travis paused for a moment and Wes swore a hint of a blush crept into Marks’ cheeks. “Even if the only bed I have is mine.”
Relief washed through Wes at Travis’ admission, and laughter followed hard on relief’s heels. “Really, Travis? You’re offering to share your bed with me? I think tonight calls for more than a six pack if you expect me to go along with that.”
“Aw, sharing a bed’s nothing at this point in our working relationship. What do you say?”
Travis had a point. After endless stakeouts, holing up in hotel rooms during surveillance, and too many other compromising positions to mention, there wasn’t any reason to deny his offer of goodwill. “Okay, but one condition.”
“Name it,” Travis said, grinning.
“We get pizza from that little mom and pop shop around the corner from your place. None of those chain deals.”
“You got it,” Travis agreed. “They’ve got the best zeppoli anyway.”
And leave it to dessert to be Travis’ deciding factor. “What are we waiting for? I’m starving.”
Marks led the way to the front door, allowing Wes to close and lock his home for the first time. As he followed Travis out to the car, he hoped that there would be many more nights just like this. While he unlocked the car, he made a mental note to find the best pizza joint in what was now his new neighborhood.
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