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Title: Charlie
Author: SeaweedOtter
Set & Theme: #1, #6- Pets
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Jean Havoc x Roy Mustang
Rating: PG
Genres: Romance, Humor
Warnings: None, really.
Word Count: 1306
Disclaimer: The name of the dog is an homage to a couple of great writers, ceasefire, and raja815. I hope they doesn't mind.
Summary: A wet nose can melt a cold heart.




Roy had never been a fan of the rain, and this night was no exception. He had forgotten his umbrella when he left for work that morning, and by the time he finally fumbled with his keys and opened the door to his small apartment (after dropping the keys into a puddle), he was wet and miserable. His clothes were soaked through, and he was freezing to the bone.

As he walked inside, the sweet smell of dinner wafted towards his nose from the kitchen, putting a smile on his face. Straight ahead of him, he saw the back of his lover’s blond hair bobbing up and down as he tried to whistle a tune, but ended up horribly off key.

“That smells great!” Roy called towards the kitchen while he was hanging his soaking greatcoat and hat on the rack in the hallway. As soon as he entered the main room, his smile quickly faded as another smell assaulted his nostrils.

“What in the hell is that smell? It smells like...” He stopped for a moment to lean his head upwards and sniff into the air. “…Wet dog hair.”

Roy heard whatever Jean had just been grasping in his hand fall to the tiled floor with a clatter. “Oh, yeah. About that.” He took the pot off of the stove and placed it over to the side, then wiped his hands and walked over to his lover, giving him a little kiss on the cheek.

“I… um… well…” Jean stumbled. “I found a dog today. He had no tags, and he was wet and cold. He looked like he was starving. I… I just couldn’t leave him out there!”

‘We can’t keep a dog, Jean. It’s tough enough with both of us trying to cram into this little apartment. There’s no way that we have enough room for a dog.” Roy sighed and rubbed his tired eyes. “Besides, we don’t have time to take care of a dog. Both you and I work all day, and I’ve been putting in a lot of late nights recently. A dog needs love and attention, and we wouldn’t be here to give it that.”

“Hawkeye has Black Hayate.” Jean replied, matter of factly. “And she lives by herself. I haven’t been there, but I bet her place is even smaller than this.”

“It is, but she gets to bring him to work every day, so he isn’t left alone.”

“So, can’t we do that as well?” Jean asked, Roy’s comment seemingly ignored.

“No, we can’t.” Roy replied. “She already has enough of a hard time bringing her dog into work. She isn’t supposed to, but she has some friends in high places that are nice enough to look the other way. There’s absolutely no way that they’ll let another dog into the office.”

Jean’s face dropped. “But what’re we gonna do with him?” He whined. “We can’t put him back out in the rain. He’ll die of starvation!”

Roy sighed again, and sank down into his favorite chair and poured himself a glass of scotch. “Well, we can’t do anything with it tonight, of course.” He paused for a moment to take a quick sip. “We’ll have to keep it through at least tomorrow, since we’re working late, but the day after that is Saturday, so we should be able to take it to a shelter then.”

“So we can keep him for a couple of days?” Jean asked hopefully, his face brightening a little.

“Yes, but don’t get too attached to it.” Roy replied. “First thing Saturday morning we’re going to take it to the shelter. They can look for its owner, or at least give it to someone who can provide it with a good, large home.”

“Maybe in the next couple of days, you’ll grow to like him.” Jean said, his bright blue eyes shining, a wide goofy grin on his face.

“Maybe.” Roy replied, bringing the glass to his face and taking a sip, a smirking grin slowly sliding across his face. “But I doubt it.” Jean’s face immediately dropped as he trudged, dejectedly, back to the kitchen to finish with dinner.

Dinner was served a short time later. It was a simple stir fry over rice, but that was fine with Roy. He tended to be straightforward when it came to food- give him a homemade meal with meat and vegetables over a fancy multi course meal any day.

They ate mostly in silence, with Jean still brooding over not being able to keep the dog. When they were done, they each other to clear the table and wash the dishes like they always had. Occasionally, Jean got playful and splashed water on Roy, who of course had to defend his honor and retaliate. This often led to the pair leaving the dishes half cleaned in the sink while they retired to the bedroom.

But not that night.

After finishing the dishes, they went into the living room, where Roy refilled his scotch, and Jean started nursing a beer, still quietly moping.

“So.” Roy finally said, tired of the oppressive silence that had been hanging between them all night. “Where is this thing, anyways? We’ve been talking about it, but I haven’t seen it yet.”

Jean brought his fingers to his mouth and whistled. “Here boy!” he called. A moment later, bounding out from the darkness of their bedroom, came a giant, shaggy, gray haired dog, whose shoulders easily came up to Roy’s knees.

It barked happily once, it’s huge, flat, pink tongue lolling to the side of its mouth, and its tail almost knocking over a vase that had been sitting on a table as it rumbled into the room. It ran headlong into Jean, skidding to a stop at the very end, and almost bowling the tall man over when it jumped up and put its paws on the man’s chest, licking at his face and neck.

He affectionately rubbed the top of the dog’s still slightly damp head and grinned at Roy, his previously bad mood suddenly dissipated. “See?” He asked. “Isn’t he sweet? I’ve been calling him Charlie. I used to have an uncle named Charlie. He was a big, sweet man who also loved to give hugs.”

After the initial shock of seeing the size of the beast wore off, Roy smiled and shook his head. “That sure is a lot of dog.” He took a long draught from his glass. “But he looks friendly enough.” As if on cue, Charlie ran over to the still sitting Roy, putting his head and front paws into the man’s lap and licking him on the face. Only a quick move by Roy, with years of experience in honing his reflexes, saved the remainder of his scotch from going all over himself and his favorite chair.

“And look.” Jean grinned. “I think he likes you!” He giggled and walked over, taking the glass from the alchemist’s hand, since he seemed to be fairly preoccupied with sixty pounds of damp dog in his lap. “So, can we keep him?”

Roy let out a long breath, and was silent for a moment. “We’ll see.” He finally replied, his voice barely over a whisper and muffled with layers of fur.

Jean ran back over to Roy after depositing his glass in the sink and planted kisses all over his lover’s already moist face. “Thank you, Roy! I love you!” Jean exclaimed. Years of living with him meant that Jean knew that when Roy said ‘we’ll see’, it was his way of acquiescing without feeling like he really gave in.

“I love you too.” Roy replied, trying to push the dog out of his lap so he could breathe again. ‘What did I get myself into this time?’ He wondered.

Comments

( 6 comments — Leave a comment )
secretfreaky
Jun. 24th, 2007 05:18 am (UTC)
Absolutely terrific! Heart-warming and fluffy. Roy can be such a pushover....
raja815
Jun. 24th, 2007 02:27 pm (UTC)
Just a note of etiquette:

Since GK and I both share ownership of the Charlieverse, we'd both like to be credited in your disclaimer. Neither of us are bothered if you use the name, we'd just like equal acknowledgment for our shared work.

That matter aside, the fic is very fluffy and sweet.
seaweed_fma
Jun. 26th, 2007 06:21 pm (UTC)
Sorry, I didn't know that is was a shared ownership. I apologize, and it was changed. :)

Thanks, and sorry again.
sevlow
Jun. 24th, 2007 06:20 pm (UTC)
d'awwww.....
ceasefire
Jun. 25th, 2007 04:36 am (UTC)
I'd like to second all the points that Raj made.

The fic was very nice and sweet, and we don't mind you using the name, but I'd prefer that you credited both of us. ^^;
seaweed_fma
Jun. 26th, 2007 06:21 pm (UTC)
I changed it. Sorry about that. I actually wasn't aware that two people were involved there, but it has been changed.

Thanks again, and sorry. :)
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