AN: Wow! I can't believe how many review I received for Good Boy. So many of you told me how sad you were that Good Boy was left behind. Some people cried…okay, I'm one of them. But that many reviews has to be rewarded… SO….here is a one shot about Good Boy after Stiles and Peter left.
Good Boy Extras
He lay with his head pillowed on the rich earth. No longer the curve of newly turned soil, it was slowly flattening out and becoming flush with the rest of the yard... Good Boy could still smell the scent of Boy deep beneath to layers but it was fading. Sneezing he pulled the Stuffy closer, shaking its long neck before tucking his nose into its soggy side.
Hearing the scamper of little feet he tilted his head toward the porch and watched a squirrel scurry across the wooden flooring toward his pile of food. He panted for a second, deciding if he wanted to chase the little ball of fluff away but in the end didn't feel the need.
He didn't mind sharing with the squirrels. They were fun to chase through the yard and they chattered at him from the branches above. Good Boy didn't even mind sharing with the few cats that came creeping out of the shadows, bellies low riding against the ground as they cast tentative eyes in his direction. The mice were another story. Good Boy hated mice and would 'chomp gulp' everyone he could catch.
The food was also guarded fiercely from his brothers, the ones that had slipped from their yards during the bad times, when the Bigs had shuffled dead smelling down the streets. They had forgotten the warm hands and belly rubs. They had done the unforgivable; they had become bad dogs.
Feeling lonely, Good Dog trotted into the Bigs' house. Those first few days after the happy one opened the door he had spent afternoons laying on the couch, something he was never allowed to do. But it was a cold victory. The Female was no longer there to chase him off calling him "Silly Puppy" and flapping a towel at him.
Good Boy made his way into Boy's room, jumping on the bed and tucking his nose deep under the pillow where his scent was still strong. This had been where Good Boy had protected Boy from the night shadows that made him toss and cry out during those bad days and nights.
Boss and Female had smelled of terror and fear, staying inside for longer than Good Boy ever remembered. There were no walks, no playing in the backyard, and no trips to the park. He had done his part for pack and protected Boy, staying close to his side while death walked outside.
It had become better for a while. Boss and Female still smelled of fear but it was stale and worn. Boy was allowed outside to play in the yard under the watchful eye of Female as if he was once again a new born puppy. Good Boy didn't understand but still tried to do his best. Keeping Boy happy, feeling his small fingers dig past his fur to scratch the skin behind his ears and the funny spot on his side that made his leg kick.
But then there was smoke and angry voices. His Bigs huddled, Boss yelling with hands raised, his body pressed back against Female and Boy trying to keep the smoke men away. Good Boy barked and growled, even doing the unthinkable and biting a Big. The pain of the stick had been sharp against his muzzle and when he woke his family was still.
Good Boy could have slipped his yard as well, joined his brothers that hunted the shadows, but he stayed. His Boy needed him. So he stayed, nuzzling under the small hand, trying to cling to the smell of love.
When the Happy One came Good Boy thought that maybe he would be needed again. There were hugs and rubs and cries of "Good Boy". He could smell his sadness when the family was found and the Happy One dug up the earth and pulled it over, covering them in its cool embrace.
As he walked away Good Boy wanted to go too but could not bear to leave his family. It wasn't time and the Happy One didn't need him, he had the two legged wolf to guard and protect him. So he waited, chasing squirrels and 'chomp gulped' mice while the days became shorter and cooler.
He heard the voices as they came down the street, a male and female. They spoke in the hushed tones of prey animals hiding from the hunters. Giving his Stuffy another quick bite, Good Boy rolled to his feet and went to watch the Bigs pass by.
The male lead the group, eyes distrustful and dark, followed by the female and her small girl child. The girl was daisy colored and clutched her own Stuffy close to her chest while sucking her thumb. Creeping out, Good Dog eased toward the group knowing that some Bigs no longer trusted him, thinking that he had gone bad.
He wagged his bottom, front end bowing down with his best canine grin spreading his muzzle wide. "Doggie," whispered the daisy girl and Good Dog bounded over to roll at her feet.
Small fingers found all the right places, ears and belly, scratchy back and leg kicking side. Good Dog was in bliss and almost missed the scent of tears. Female leaned heavily against her mate, the wetness glistening on her cheeks. Good Dog wiggled over, licking fingers to make the bad go away.
"She spoke," Female said hugging Good Dog close. The male walked cautiously down the street going into his yard, his dark eyes taking in the food and the over turned earth.
"Sarah, we need to keep moving." He gathered his mate and child herding them gently down the road.
"Woof." Good Dog wagged his rear, dancing down the road behind them.
"Good Puppy," Daisy Girl called. Close enough and God Boy was in her arms. He could scent the same night shadows that haunted Boy and knew that he would do his best the chase them away. Daisy Girl needed him and Good Boy needed a family to love.
Male thumped his leg, "Here fella," and Good Boy pressed his nose to his side. "You wanna come with us?" He knew 'come' and wiggle danced his agreement.
As he left his street behind, new family running fingers through fur and ears he turned once to look behind. They didn't need him anymore. They were safe where they rested and Good Boy had a new family to love.
See – Good Boy has a family to love. Happy ending. Hope ya liked it.