Drabble 7
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ALEX RIDER
Request: A continuation of Drabble 6. Alternatively known as K-Unit has a pet
"Hereee, Cubby, Cubby," Eagle crooned as he held out a plate of food. In the background, Wolf snorted loudly, shoveling food into his own mouth. Snake lounged on the couch, cleverly avoiding the old blood spatter, and Armadillo was reading a The Great Gatsby with a giant grin on his face.
"Leave him alone, Eagle," Snake called, his Scottish accent sharp, "You're just going to scare him away from his food."
Eagle frowned at this, setting the plate of food down on the ground. He backed away, looking helplessly at Snake, "What do I do?"
Snake sighed, "Give him some time, Eagle. He needs time to get adapted to his new environment."
At this, all four of the soldiers glanced over at the small figure underneath the dinner table, looking up at the closest man with wide, puppy-dog eyes.
"You always know what to do," Eagle pleaded, looking at the red-haired soldier in ernest. "Just coax him out. Please?"
Sighing, Snake pushed his way off of the couch, ignoring Wolf's sigh of annoyance and Armadillo's smothered laugh.
"Come here, little Cub," Snake soothed, holding out a hand. The figure shrunk away before relaxing, realizing that Snake had no intention of hurting him. "That's it, Cub. Good boy!"
The figure had crawled out completely, tail wagging as he crawled into Snake's lap and sniffed the man's legs all over. The puppy was a fluffy white ball — a Pomeranian. His eyes were large and black, reflecting everything the little dog could see.
With a little more coaxing, the puppy devoured his food as the rest of the unit watched in silence, entranced by the fragile stray in their midst.
"That's a good boy! Good boy, Cubby! Good boy!"
DRABBLE*7
It had been a month since K-Unit had found the stray puppy, and 'Cub' had been fitting in well. Every night, the white fluff-ball would jump in one of his owners' beds, and the next day, he'd be gone, causing mischief and mayhem.
"No! Cub, no! You can't eat that!"
It was Eagle's voice that morning that woke up the rest of the household. It was a normal occurrence now, but it seemed to happen to Eagle the most because he liked to keep his belongings on the floor.
"Cubby!"
Wolf, Snake, and Armadillo exchanged looks as they stood in the living room, watching as Eagle chased Cub around. The puppy was trotting along happily with his tiny legs, carrying a pair of boxers in his equally as tiny mouth. It was a rather comic sight.
Though Eagle and Cub were quite loud, the three unoccupied soldiers' senses were on high alert, and it didn't take them by surprise when the door was unlocked from the outside.
Click.
The door handle was turned, and the blonde-haired teenage spy burst in, slamming the door shut behind him. His hair was tousled like he had been running for a little, and he was panting heavily.
"Cubby, get back here! When I get my hands on you—"
Alex caught his breath, looking up questioningly at the other members of K-Unit. At that time, Cub had decided to make his grand entrance by trotting — and tripping — his way into the living room, Eagle hot on his tail.
"Cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuub!" Eagle scampered after him.
Alex could only watch, open mouthed, as the pair of boxers caught on a door stop. Undaunted, the puppy tugged, and when it didn't come loose, he tugged harder and harder until—
Riiiiip.
"Cub! Bad boy!" Eagle snatched up the half of the boxer that had been left behind. "CUB! Get back here!"
Alex blinked, bewildered, but a moment later, he shrugged. Just another day in the K-Unit household, then, he mused. No matter how crazy these soldiers were, no matter how dysfunctional they could be—
Alex wouldn't trade them for anything.
A/N: I hope you liked. I'm actually exhausted right now, so I'll make this short! Thanks for all the reviews and support! And as always, send in more requests. I'll try to get to them.
ON ANOTHER NOTE: I tweeted Anthony Horowitz about fanfiction, AND GUYS, HE RESPONDED. IUDFHLDKHFIUWERHLEB
-Alice x
