The FAKE Drabble Files

by badly-knitted

A collection of FAKE drabbles to go with my Torchwood drabble collection. They'll probably be mainly Dee/Ryo and I've rated the collection T to cover anything I might write. If you've read any of my Torchwood drabbles, you'll know I live for variety and anything goes, though my writing is primarily on the fluffy side.

992. Whimsical

Title: Whimsical

Author: badly-knitted

Characters: Ryo, Dee.

Rating: PG

Setting: After Like Like Love.

Summary: It's pouring with rain and Dee is in an odd mood.

Written Using: The dw100 prompt 'Flood'.

Disclaimer: I don't own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.

A/N: Triple drabble and a half, 350 words.

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"What're you doing?" Ryo asked, coming out of the bathroom, towelling his hair dry. It was probably a silly question; Dee was standing at the window, staring gloomily out at the pouring rain as if he'd never seen anything like it before. Maybe he hadn't; he'd been home all day in the dry, whereas Ryo had gotten pretty wet on the way home from work and had jumped in the shower to warm up as soon as he'd come in.

"Hm?"

Dee didn't look away from the deluge outside so Ryo ambled over to join him and leaned against the wall, towel draped over one shoulder, and combing his fingers through his hair.

"I asked what you're doing. I know, dumb question."

Dee glanced at him and grinned. "I was just wonderin' whether we should start buildin' an ark yet. If the rain keeps up like this much longer, the whole of Manhattan might get washed away on the flood."

Ryo chuckled. "If that happened, we wouldn't need an ark."

"Good point! See, this is why you're the smart one."

"I don't know about that. If I was so smart, I'd have driven to work this morning instead of taking the subway. Then maybe I wouldn't have gotten drenched."

"We'll drive tomorrow, assumin' the roads aren't knee deep in water by then. Safer in a car; the alligators from the sewers won't be able to get at us."

Sometimes it was hard to tell whether Dee was serious or joking.

"Alligators?"

"Hey, if the sewers get flooded those 'gators gotta go somewhere. They'll be up on the streets, lookin' for a meal."

"You do know there aren't really alligators living down there, right?"

Dee snorted, nudged his lover with his shoulder. "You take everything too seriously, babe. There could be. Hulkin' great alligators flushed out of the sewers by the worst storm in history, and a brave band of people huntin' 'em from boats. Maybe we could sell the idea to Hollywood. It'd make a great movie."

"Or a novel. Maybe you could write it."

"Who knows, maybe I will."

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The End