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.

1264. Half-Baked

Title: Half-Baked

Author: badly-knitted

Characters: Ryo, Dee.

Rating: G

Setting: After Vol. 7.

Summary: Dee's kitchen looks like a bomb went off in it.

Written Using: The dw100 prompt 'Trifle'.

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

A/N: Quadruple drabble.

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Eyes wide, Ryo took in the scene of devastation that had been Dee's kitchen. Under Ryo's tuition, his partner had been making steady progress with his cooking skills, but right now the place looked like it had been hit simultaneously by an earthquake, a tornado, and a food-related explosion.

"What happened?" he asked faintly when he finally found his voice.

"I think I did." Dee stood in the wreckage looking defeated. "I wanted to thank you for takin' the time to teach me, so I figured I'd bake you a cake. Nothin' fancy, just your basic sponge, but I guess bakin' isn't the same as cookin'..." Dee trailed off, shoulders slumping.

"Well, I appreciate the thought." There wasn't much else Ryo could say.

Dee raised his eyes imploringly to meet Ryo's. "I didn't think it would be so messy; never is when you do it. And as if this wasn't bad enough, the cake..." Again he trailed off, gesturing to where the result of his labours sat on a cooling tray. Well, 'sat' was a bit of a misleading term. The cake sort of sprawled limply, burnt at the edges, sunken in the middle, and already falling apart. "I had a bit of trouble gettin' it outta the tin."

Ryo swallowed back a smile. "I can see that." Half the cake was still crusted around the inside of the cake tin. "Looks like you maybe didn't grease it enough."

"Yeah, that's what I thought. Guess I'd best toss it in the bin."

"No, don't do that! It would be a shame to discard your first attempt just because it doesn't look perfect." Ryo rummaged in a drawer, pulled out a skewer, and checked the cake was cooked all the way through. He sampled a bit from the tin. "Tastes pretty good. Have you tried it?"

"It's a disaster!" Dee protested.

"No it isn't." Ryo grinned. "All we need to do is turn your cake into a trifle. It'll be delicious, you'll see. Now come on, help me get the kitchen cleaned while the cake cools, then we'll just need jello, custard, and a tin of fruit, maybe some whipped cream for decoration." He leaned in to give Dee a quick peck on the lips. "Maybe at the weekend I'll give you a baking lesson; we could make cupcakes and some cookies."

Dee grinned, cheering up. "Yeah, okay. Sounds like fun!"

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The End