I couldn't resist this drabble when I thought of it, though I'm not usually much into slash. Well, Basil, Dawson and Ratigan belong to Eve Titus and Disney; I'm just poking a little fun at them here.
Basil of Baker Street and the police arrive at Ratigan's hideout, having linked the villainous Professor to the detective's best friend, Dr. David Q. Dawson's, sudden disappearance.
All of the police mice split into search teams, and roam the place, trying to find the nefarious criminal and his captive; Basil goes it alone. He is careful not to make a sound, so as not to give himself away, and laments that the police do not have to sense to be less brash and obvious in their goings-about.
As he proceeds down a hall in the back, he happens across a door he deduces leads to his archenemy's chamber. It is behind this door that he hears breathing, stifled chatter coming from two males whose voices are all-too familiar.
Basil then knocks the door down with one swift kick - a strong indicator of how run-down and filthy the hideout is, and comes face to face with the most shocking and heinous sight he's ever seen. Not that he would've put it past Ratigan, though it was not the sort of thing one usually thought about, but to think that his loyal friend Dawson would submit to this! And with Ratigan of all people!
"Ohhhh…. Ratigan," Dawson moans, touching noses with the enormous sewer rat. Both are completely nude, and lying in bed.
"DAWSON! RATIGAN! Confound it!" Basil seethes in anger.
Dawson and Ratigan jolt up and look over at the famous detective in surprise. "Oh, uh, Basil! Well I daresay this is very awkward," Dawson stutters.
"I should say as much! What is the meaning of this?"
"Well uh, you see, I just discovered Ratigan was absolutely right when he said I should've chosen my… friends… more carefully!"
"But of course, my little tubby friend, I'm always right!" Ratigan brags in a macho tone, gazing lovingly at Dawson.
"You certainly are!" Dawson and Ratigan go in for a wet one, while Basil and now the police just stand in the doorway, looking on in horror and shock.