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.

1575. Unexpected Mess

Title: Unexpected Mess

Author: badly-knitted

Characters: Ryo, Dee.

Rating: PG

Setting: After the manga.

Summary: Thanks to a severe storm, Ryo's apartment has taken some damage.

Written Using: The tw100 prompt 'Mess'.

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

A/N: Quadruple drabble.

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"What a mess!" Ryo shook his head; this was the last thing he needed, coming home after a difficult day.

"Yeah," Dee agreed, looking over his lover's shoulder. "Hope your landlord has good buildin' insurance; that window's gonna haveta be replaced."

Approaching carefully, trying to avoid stepping on the broken glass, Ryo took a quick look at the window.

"I think the frame's okay, it just needs new glass."

"And less tree." Dee joined Ryo and prodded at the branch protruding through the broken window. He craned his neck to see past it; down below, despite the wind and the heavy rain, the fire department was already working on removing the fallen tree, piece by piece, the lower branches first. "Looks like they got it under control."

"Good thing no one was home when this happened." Ryo turned from the window to stare gloomily at the wreckage: shards of window glass scattered across the living room floor, puddles of water, an end table reduced to kindling, one of the sofa's legs snapped off, so it tilted precariously…

"No use just standin' here starin' at it," Dee said from behind him.

"I know." Pulling out his phone, Ryo took photos of everything, including the tree poking through the window, just in case the insurance company needed to see. He gave a weary sigh. "Well, the mess won't clear itself up." Picking his way back across the floor to the kitchen, he returned with dustpan and brush, and a roll of trash bags.

"Don't know that puttin' broken glass in trash bags is gonna work," Dee said. "It'll just tear right through."

"Oh." Ryo frowned. "I didn't think of that."

"You got a bucket?"

Ryo nodded, returning to the kitchen to fetch it, coming back to find Dee already crouched down, sweeping glass into a pile. He scooped it up with the dustpan and dumped it in the bucket, soon filling it.

"Okay, you keep sweepin' and I'll take this lot down to the dumpster. Just be careful ya don't cut yourself."

"Thanks, Dee."

"No problem, I'm not leavin' ya to deal with it all by yourself."

It took over an hour to clear up the glass, and the broken table. There was little they could do about the water except spread newspaper to soak it up.

"Get your stuff, you and Biks can stay at my place until the window's fixed."

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The End