Gah! Yet another short chapter! Sorry, I really intended for this one to be longer, but yet again, story wise it just needs to run this way! I have the next chapter almost finished, and I'll be sure to have it posted up sometime tomorrow, so watch your inboxes!
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I can't believe you're actually doing this…
Coyote rolled his eyes, scratching Naomi behind the ears as he walked. It was late morning, and he was on his way to the kitchen. The team had all agreed to meet here at the mountain for an early lunch.
What can I say? I got tired of it. He answered back.
It had been two days since his teammates had left their gift in front of his bedroom door.
It hadn't been hard to figure out what came from who. They had washed everything before giving them to him, but his stronger nose could still pick up the faintest traces of his friend's scents on the clothes.
He'd been unsure what to do with them.
He'd hated the idea of accepting them, as he felt that it was a form of charity. Nor had he earned the right to this sort of kindness.
But at the same time, he couldn't bear to simply throw them away.
Short of throwing their gift directly back in their faces, nothing could be more cruel to these teens who had taken him in as one of their own.
And so while he debated with himself, he had very neatly folded the clothes and tucked them away into his as yet unused dresser and continued to wear his own somewhat revealing clothing.
They tried to hide their disappointment when he entered the room wearing his own clothes, but he could see it nonetheless. Each had masked it as best they knew. He chuckled a little at the memory.
Wally's face had been the easiest to read.
That kid has no poker face whatsoever. You stink at cards, and you could probably beat him easy! Mini Me commented, amused.
He smirked. I probably could… He silently agreed.
He paused near the kitchen door and motioned Naomi to wait, listening carefully to the sounds beyond.
He had timed it perfectly.
The rest were all already here. He could hear M'Gann humming as she bustled around the stove. Zatanna muttered a spell off to one side, he wasn't sure what for, but it wouldn't be the first time he'd seen her use magic in the kitchen. Someone, most likely Wally, was rooting around in the refrigerator. Kaldur and Conner were discussing a book Kaldur was reading, and from the way Conner's fingers were drumming the clone must've been seated at the table.
Coyote frowned and silently breathed deep, drawing in the scents wafting from the kitchen.
He filtered out the mouthwatering aromas of breakfast and the lemony scented soaps the girls liked to use on their dishes, focusing instead on the scents of the team.
Yep, cause that's what I want to smell first thing in the morning… Mini Me grumbled.
He smiled. Robin was in there too.
He wasn't sure if the others were aware of his presence, but he'd have to work a little harder if he wanted to fool this coyote's nose.
He smiled down at Naomi and flashed a silent signal, telling her it was alright to proceed. She yipped and trotted on in, well aware of the fact that she could probably beg a tidbit or two off of M'Gann.
Shameless beggar. Mini Me muttered contemptuously.
Coyote chuckled. She is. He agreed.
He followed her without preamble, not doing anything to draw attention to himself. He slipped past Wally, who had indeed been in the fridge, and moved on to the sink.
He'd had time to fish down a glass, fill it, and drain most of it before he heard the reaction he was waiting for.
"Dude you look great!"
Coyote flushed a little and tossed back the last of his water before turning and offering the team a shy smile. After two days of seeing the disappointment in their eyes he had caved.
He was currently wearing a pair of dark blue jeans from Wally and a pale blue shirt with three quarter sleeves from Kaldur.
And yet you still wear the same old boots.
He kept the irritated frown off his face with a supreme effort of will. You know perfectly well why I'm keeping the boots. He thought back. Suppose someone decided to do some checking?
Mini Me snickered. Namely Robin?
Namely Robin. Coyote agreed.
"Thank you." He said softly aloud, somewhat embarrassed by Wally's enthusiasm.
Conner offered a small smile. "We weren't sure you'd use them."
Coyote gave an embarrassed laugh and shook his head. "I hadn't planned on it. I haven't done anything to earn the kindness this team has shown me, or to warrant gifts like this."
Robin laughed from his spot lying atop the kitchen cabinets on his belly, startling his friends with his presence. "Not planning on it?" he cackled. "What changed your mind?"
The fact that the 'clever' and 'crafty' coyote trickster can't withstand the might of a bird and speedster guilt trip. Mini Me chortled.
…like I said, I got sick of it.
Coyote shook his head. "I don't know. I just…"
"Team, report to the briefing room. Now."
Everyone stiffened, then hurriedly set about clearing any food that would go bad off the table and into the fridge before hurrying towards the locker rooms for their uniforms, Coyote right there with them.
Saved by the bell! He thought as he ran.
No. Mini Me answered. Saved by the Bat.
Unlike their last mission which was briefly summarized, this one will be told play by play to satisfy the need for action some readers (you know who you are! rofl) have displayed! But be careful what you wish for, because after this fanficiton is completed I currently have no intention of continuing Coyote's story.
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Until next time...