Fusion Fall Drabbles

by magdelapetrem

Dexter, boy genius, is followed through various points of the war, from dealing with his "stoopid" sister to dealing with the stress of being Earth's only hope.

10. Species

"What?" Dexter snapped. "What is it that you WANT? I've done everything! Food, water, bathroom! What is it that you could possibly want?"

Courage shrunk under his glare. He pointed to the ball on the floor at Dexter's feet. Dexter's mind clicked.

"Oh." Dexter picked up the ball. "Playtime." He grinned in apology and tossed the ball. He never could throw far, but Courage couldn't run far. They were a perfect match. Courage bounded back and handed Dexter the ball. He threw it again and again, but the dog never seemed to get tired of the same thing over and over. Dexter's brow furrowed and he threw the ball a bit farther. Courage eagerly hurried to retrieve it.

"Just what kind of dog ARE you...?" Dexter mumbled, patting Courage's head. "Some kind of lap dog? Sporting breed?"

Courage shook his head and tapped Dexter's chest.

"Oh. Mine."