Title: Conditioned Response
Author: badly-knitted
Characters: Dee, JJ.
Rating: PG
Setting: During the manga.
Summary: It's gotten to the point where Dee just wants to hide whenever he hears JJ's voice.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt 'Hide'.
Disclaimer: I don't own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble.
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Some days, when Dee arrived at work and heard JJ's voice coming from the squad room, the locker room, or anywhere in the precinct, all he wanted to do was find himself someplace to hide. He did his best to deal with the smaller man's unwanted advances, but ever since JJ had reappeared in his life, Dee had gained a whole new sympathy for everyone anywhere who'd ever had a stalker.
He longed for the days when he could go to work without worrying that he'd be ambushed by a blue-haired menace spouting romantic drivel and vowing undying love. He could put up with any amount of verbal and physical abuse from criminals, even derision and suspicion from the general public; he accepted that a lot of people had no love for the overworked and underpaid men and women who chose to work in law enforcement. What he couldn't endure was being wooed by someone he wasn't even remotely attracted to.
JJ was all hearts and flowers, cuddling in front of a log fire, watching romcoms, and whispering sweet nothings, while Dee was a man who liked sports, action movies, and dancing to loud music. JJ couldn't offer Dee anything he wanted, and Dee wasn't interested in any of the things that JJ revelled in. They were totally unsuited, which was fine with Dee; he just couldn't seem to convince his stalker, mostly because JJ blocked his ears against anything he didn't want to hear.
Dee found it embarrassing that he couldn't get someone a good six-inches shorter than him to back the hell off, plus it was hurting his chances with the one man he was genuinely attracted to, making Ryo doubt his sincerity.
But hiding only made him appear weak. Steeling himself, he faced up to the inevitable.
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The End
