Chapter Two – Agent-sy

After bandaging his legs and the other parts where he might be hurting, Diana knelt in front of her husband and placed her hand on his head between the two pointed ears. "First of all, are you okay? Have I treated your pain?" she asked and the dog looked to her and nodded. "You are more than welcome to speak, my love," she said as the dog kept his head lowered nervously. "I can understand."

"I'm scared. I hate to tell you that I'm not brave, angel" he whined as Diana listened to him. She kept her hand on the top of his head before blinking back tears and she cupped one side of his head with her hand. He whined and pushed his head into it. I'm sorry, my angel. He apologized again and Diana shook her head. She had been the reason as to why this had happened.

"I'm sorry, my survivor," she whispered to him as she tried not to cry but the man she had married was a dog, a different species. Still, she loved him. She loved every being but the love she had for Steven was different for any other person even if he was a canine. "If I hadn't married you the-"

"I'd rather be a dog and be close to your side," he whined again and Diana couldn't help but pull him into her lap. She kissed the top of his head and rubbed his belly affectionately. She saw his tail wag. His tail was beyond his control, different emotions worked in different ways upon animal tails.

"Can you tell me what happened?" she asked, not breaking eye contact with him. "Steven," she said as tears slipped from her eyes and she could feel the dog nuzzling her cheek. "I still love you. I am unable to show romance or the same kind of affection to a dog but still, I love you. You will always be more than a dog to me."

"I love you too." Steve replied with a couple of barks. "Circe was here," he growled. "I tried to protect our happiness."

Diana nodded. The house wasn't as bad as it might have been. Steven really had tried to defend what she loved. However, he had forgotten the most important part. "Steven," she said as the dog continued to stare at her. "You are my happiness. She won't get away with this."

"Did you want me to stay? I don't want to leave," the dog attempted to protest and Diana pushed his fur back.

"I very much want you to stay." She said as she kissed the top of his head again. "I don't want you to leave my side, at least until we have found a cure for this." Diana heard the dog's stomach growl and she stood up, gently moving him off of her lap. "I have to find you something to eat. Steven, listen," she said as she looked down at him and saw those gorgeous eyes staring up at her. "No one else can speak to you and understand your responses. I have a gift to speak with animals but you haven't been using human words. It will be highly unlikely for someone to be able to translate your barks, whines, and growls. Do you understand?"

Steve nodded sadly. He had assumed that. He could hear the noises which he was making bounce off of the walls and even though he understood it now, it did just sound like dog noises. "I agree," he whined as he looked at her, 'It would be easier to keep this private. If it makes you feel better if I'm your pet," he offered.

"We can do that," Diana said before crouching down and petting Steve lovingly. "I will fight for a way to get you back. Even if you lose your humanity, I love you and I'll make sure to take care of you in the best way I know how.

Steve watched her and soon Diana had left to find food for him. Steve lay down, resting his head on his paws. What had she meant that he would lose his humanity? Would there come a time when he believed that he was and always had been a dog. He didn't want to lose his memories. Steve closed his eyes, trying to remember every moment of his life which he could.

He stayed that way for just over half an hour until the smell of steak woke him up. Nervously he tried to pick it up with his paws but he couldn't get a good grip on it. He tried and failed a few more times before moving forward and ate it with just his mouth in the manner of a real dog.

Diana felt tears in her eyes as she watched him. This was all her fault. If she wasn't married to him then Circe wouldn't have targeted him. She sobbed painfully and Steve looked at the steak in front of him. Had he upset her?

"I'm sorry, angel" he apologized and Diana blinked back the tears and pushed the plate towards him.

"Please eat, you must be hungry," she told him and nervously, Steve ate the offered food. "Tomorrow morning we'll look for a vet. Do you have a preferred name?" she asked and Steve looked at her, he tilted his head to the side as he thought.

"How about Agent" he asked and Diana nodded. After he had finished his meal, she pulled him close to her again and rubbed his belly.

"Okay," she said with terror in her eyes. "Agent it is."

WWSTWWST

Diana wrapped an arm around her waist as she lay in the bed which she had shared with her husband in the past. She kept feeling that Donna had been right about it being difficult to be married when you faced danger on a regular basis. She had always believed that Steven could defend himself. He was smart, a great fighter, skillful, and a leader. He had seemed perfect for her but she hadn't thought of this happening.

Hearing a sound from the doorway, she sat up and saw the dog version of the man she loved sitting there, his head against the wooden door. It might have not made sense to stay here where there was danger and damage and try to find someone to stay with but she was scared. She was scared that she might have to leave the German Shepherd alone.

"Are you okay?" he asked her as he watched her, standing on his four legs and looking up at her like a faithful dog would. He scratched the flooring with his paw. "How come I can still think clearly?" he asked her and Diana rushed to him. She knelt in front of him and scratched him behind his ear.

"Listen," she said as she put her hands on each side of his face and lifted his head so they made direct eye contact. "I'm sorry. I thought that the items that I was using to protect you would keep you safe. If you think that you'll find life easier to think as a dog as well." Diana bowed her head and let a few tear drops slide down.

She closed her eyes and took deep breaths, her body shuddering as she inhaled showing the depths of her pain. She only opened her eyes when Steve started nuzzling her with his nose. She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him into an embrace. "I'm okay. I'll be okay."

"What would be easier for you, Angel?" he asked and Diana felt even more pain. Here he was, her survivor and he was asking what was best for her? He had been forced to live life as a dog – at least for the current time – but he was more concerned how she was coping with it. She had only felt the same heartbreak when thinking of Themyscira, when thinking of her mother.

"It will be easier for me if you don't leave me," she told him before getting up and keeping a hand on top of his head. "Come," she said as she went to the bed and he followed her, lying down on the floor with his head on his front paws. Diana lifted the blanket for his side of the bed. "Can you please sleep here?" she asked and he gave her a look to ask if she was sure before jumping onto the bed and letting his chin rest on the pillow. Diana covered him with the blanket.

She let her hand touch one of his paws and hold it as she stared at him. As a dog, he really was quite magnificent. She felt her stomach fold over. He wasn't supposed to be a dog. At least he was here. At least he was alive. She stayed awake watching him until he had fallen asleep. She leaned in and kissed his cheek, tears still in her eyes.

"I love you, Steven," she whispered to him. "Stay strong, my precious survivor," she said before allowing herself to fall asleep watching him.

WWSTWWST

"You slept here? Are you serious?" Etta asked as she helped Diana clean up the parts of her home that were damaged. Etta slowly took a breath in before stepping over to Diana and put her hand on her friends' shoulder. "Di, where's Steven?" she asked and Diana kept her head bowed.

"He's somewhere where I can't find him, I can't see him," she said before casting a look and a smile back to the German Shepherd who kept whining in the corner. Etta turned to look back at the dog. "What's with the -"

"He's Steve—'s" Diana smiled weakly before standing up and walked over to the dog, she gently placed her hand on the top of his head and looked to Etta. "Steve wanted to get him for protection. You know how dogs like these are used in the army…"

"What's his code? Did Steven get the papers for him?" Etta asked and Diana blinked confused.

"Papers? I need papers to own him. I thought that it wouldn't be a problem," she said as she pet him in hopes of comforting him.

Etta turned to look at them, "Diana, where is he?" she asked and Diana smiled sadly. She saw Steven bow his head. They both didn't know how to explain this.

End of Chapter Two

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