A/N: A very short one-shot inspired by my current dog.
One-shot: Couldn't Care Less
Prompt: 069 Thunder
Summary: Zillah's reaction to thunder-storms.
Timing: Pre-season one, after Margaret's death but when Don's still staying at the family home.
Don jumped as a flash of lightning lit up the night sky.
"Damn," he muttered, and stepped on the gas. He really didn't like storms, and had wanted to get home before it got too bad.
Unfortunately, the heavens chose that moment to open, and the rain poured down. With a growl that was lost in a crash of thunder, Don turned into his street and pulled up in the driveway. From the lights blazing, Alan was home and busy in the kitchen. At least he could look forward to a hot meal.
Quickly, Don exited and locked the car before sprinting to the front door. He let himself in and made his way to the living room.
Once there, he had to laugh. Charlie was sitting on the floor, surrounded by papers and books, with the TV tuned to a sports station. Behind him, Zillah was curled up on the couch. Although she had been asleep, her tail started wagging when she heard Don's laugh.
"I can see how much storms bother her," Don comment wryly. Charlie looked up and grinned.
"Yeah, she's never been too concerned with-" he was cut off by a particularly loud crash of thunder.
Zillah raised her head and let out a loud bark, as though talking back, but immediately put her head back onto her paws and closed her eyes.
A few seconds later she started snoring, and both brothers broke down laughing.