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grundyscribblingTitle: A Key and An Antichrist Walk Into A...
Rating: FR13
Crossover: Good Omens (book)
Summary: Both Dawn and Adam have something on their mind.
Word Count: 950
Note: A follow up to At Least It Will Be Thursday.
Dawn tried not to look too suspiciously at Adam.
Dinner had been everything he’d said it would be. In fact, it had been a picture-perfect Thanksgiving dinner, with turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, gravy – the works. Some of it Adam’s mother had cheerfully admitted to not having made before, but she was very impressed with what one could find on the internet these days.
His mother and father were human. Very much so.
But his dog…
Dog was enthusiastic, well-trained, and to the casual eye, looked to be a completely ordinary small dog in his prime. Unfortunately for Dog and Adam, Dawn’s eye was anything but casual. Also, she knew perfectly well Adam had gotten his dog for his eleventh birthday. Eight years ago. And Dog hadn’t been a puppy then.
There was also the minor detail that his eyes occasionally glowed red and he was definitely from a hell dimension. She’s seen hellhounds before. They’re usually considerably larger and more menacing. But that doesn’t mean she can’t recognize one even when it’s doing its solid best to look completely harmless.
“Want to go for a walk?” Adam asked hopefully. “Be a shame not to make room for dessert. Mum said she’s never done a pumpkin pie before, but this was as good a time to try as any.”
Dawn hoped she wasn’t going to kick herself for this later.
“Sure.”
“Come on, Dog!”
She couldn’t help feeling Adam didn’t really need to tell Dog to come with them.
He led her on what was obviously a shortcut across several fields, through a small copse of trees, and to a sort of depression in the landscape. (Dawn would have worried more had she not already found out that chalk pits weren’t uncommon in the area.)
“This is where we used to play when we were little, Pepper and Wensley and Brian and me,” Adam explained. “They’ve cleaned it up recently, the village ecological society, it used to be full of all sorts of stuff, shopping trolleys and dead cars and whatnot. The village kids Sarah's age used it for skateboarding before we turned it into our kingdom.”
The cleanup had done the place good. Rather than a kid’s ‘kingdom’, it now was a sheltered little dell. Dawn suspected it was a lot more impressive in summer than in November.
Dog barked joyfully and took off after a rabbit.
Dawn made up her mind. Now or never.
“Adam,” she said slowly. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Fire away,” he grinned.
“I know you've said you got him for your birthday. Where did your parents get Dog? He’s…pretty unusual.”
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Adam tried not to let on that he was nervous.
Dawn was special. She was the first girl he’d ever been seriously interested in, and it’s crossed his mind a time or two that he might be letting his powers get away from him. If he had made an ‘ideal girlfriend’ list, Dawn would tick every box on it.
She’s smart, funny, they have a lot of interests in common, and she can actually hold her own against him – even when he doesn’t mean them to, a lot of girls tend to just agree with him all the time. (He’s not sure why so many of the boys he’d gone to school with seemed to find that a positive quality. Maybe he was just too used to Pepper.) He had a feeling that he could count on her to tell him when he was full of it. Crowley had warned him that those kind of people would be rare, and he should try to hold onto them. He really hoped he’d get to hold onto Dawn.
Which was why he’d been considering how he could possibly explain to her what he was, and what had happened when he was eleven. (And when he was fifteen.) And that semi-regular near-apocalypses would probably be a feature of life if she was willing to stick around with him.
Most humans didn’t. He’s incredibly grateful for Pepper and Wensley and Brian, who have stayed with him through thick and thin. The Them had seen the worst of him and what it might mean to be his friend at eleven, and decided to say ‘sod it’ to the universe and be on his side (and as often as not, at his side) even though there were a ton of perfectly logical reasons they could have chosen the forgetting or overlooking thing normal humans tended to do.
So it was a little unnerving that Dawn had zeroed right in on Dog.
Given his infernal origin and essentially demonic nature, Dog didn’t age. (Adam wasn’t too sure he would continue to age beyond a certain point, either, but his mother was still fussing that he had yet to ‘fill out’ properly, so he doubted he had to worry about it for another few years. But that was another conversation he’d probably have to have with Dawn if she stuck around long enough.)
Adam took a deep breath.
“Dog is unusual. And he’s part of what I wanted to tell you about while it’s just us. What I’m going to say will probably sound pretty unbelievable, but assuming you don’t decide I'm a nutter or run away screaming, I can take you down to London next weekend to meet my godfathers. They can show you I’m telling the truth.”
She might not believe him, at least not without him doing things he really shouldn’t do, but unbelief usually didn’t survive a head-on collision with Crowley. (Also, if they went down to London, they could meet up with Pepper and Wensley, and given them a chance to tell their stories too.)
Rating: FR13
Crossover: Good Omens (book)
Summary: Both Dawn and Adam have something on their mind.
Word Count: 950
Note: A follow up to At Least It Will Be Thursday.
Dawn tried not to look too suspiciously at Adam.
Dinner had been everything he’d said it would be. In fact, it had been a picture-perfect Thanksgiving dinner, with turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, gravy – the works. Some of it Adam’s mother had cheerfully admitted to not having made before, but she was very impressed with what one could find on the internet these days.
His mother and father were human. Very much so.
But his dog…
Dog was enthusiastic, well-trained, and to the casual eye, looked to be a completely ordinary small dog in his prime. Unfortunately for Dog and Adam, Dawn’s eye was anything but casual. Also, she knew perfectly well Adam had gotten his dog for his eleventh birthday. Eight years ago. And Dog hadn’t been a puppy then.
There was also the minor detail that his eyes occasionally glowed red and he was definitely from a hell dimension. She’s seen hellhounds before. They’re usually considerably larger and more menacing. But that doesn’t mean she can’t recognize one even when it’s doing its solid best to look completely harmless.
“Want to go for a walk?” Adam asked hopefully. “Be a shame not to make room for dessert. Mum said she’s never done a pumpkin pie before, but this was as good a time to try as any.”
Dawn hoped she wasn’t going to kick herself for this later.
“Sure.”
“Come on, Dog!”
She couldn’t help feeling Adam didn’t really need to tell Dog to come with them.
He led her on what was obviously a shortcut across several fields, through a small copse of trees, and to a sort of depression in the landscape. (Dawn would have worried more had she not already found out that chalk pits weren’t uncommon in the area.)
“This is where we used to play when we were little, Pepper and Wensley and Brian and me,” Adam explained. “They’ve cleaned it up recently, the village ecological society, it used to be full of all sorts of stuff, shopping trolleys and dead cars and whatnot. The village kids Sarah's age used it for skateboarding before we turned it into our kingdom.”
The cleanup had done the place good. Rather than a kid’s ‘kingdom’, it now was a sheltered little dell. Dawn suspected it was a lot more impressive in summer than in November.
Dog barked joyfully and took off after a rabbit.
Dawn made up her mind. Now or never.
“Adam,” she said slowly. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Fire away,” he grinned.
“I know you've said you got him for your birthday. Where did your parents get Dog? He’s…pretty unusual.”
Adam tried not to let on that he was nervous.
Dawn was special. She was the first girl he’d ever been seriously interested in, and it’s crossed his mind a time or two that he might be letting his powers get away from him. If he had made an ‘ideal girlfriend’ list, Dawn would tick every box on it.
She’s smart, funny, they have a lot of interests in common, and she can actually hold her own against him – even when he doesn’t mean them to, a lot of girls tend to just agree with him all the time. (He’s not sure why so many of the boys he’d gone to school with seemed to find that a positive quality. Maybe he was just too used to Pepper.) He had a feeling that he could count on her to tell him when he was full of it. Crowley had warned him that those kind of people would be rare, and he should try to hold onto them. He really hoped he’d get to hold onto Dawn.
Which was why he’d been considering how he could possibly explain to her what he was, and what had happened when he was eleven. (And when he was fifteen.) And that semi-regular near-apocalypses would probably be a feature of life if she was willing to stick around with him.
Most humans didn’t. He’s incredibly grateful for Pepper and Wensley and Brian, who have stayed with him through thick and thin. The Them had seen the worst of him and what it might mean to be his friend at eleven, and decided to say ‘sod it’ to the universe and be on his side (and as often as not, at his side) even though there were a ton of perfectly logical reasons they could have chosen the forgetting or overlooking thing normal humans tended to do.
So it was a little unnerving that Dawn had zeroed right in on Dog.
Given his infernal origin and essentially demonic nature, Dog didn’t age. (Adam wasn’t too sure he would continue to age beyond a certain point, either, but his mother was still fussing that he had yet to ‘fill out’ properly, so he doubted he had to worry about it for another few years. But that was another conversation he’d probably have to have with Dawn if she stuck around long enough.)
Adam took a deep breath.
“Dog is unusual. And he’s part of what I wanted to tell you about while it’s just us. What I’m going to say will probably sound pretty unbelievable, but assuming you don’t decide I'm a nutter or run away screaming, I can take you down to London next weekend to meet my godfathers. They can show you I’m telling the truth.”
She might not believe him, at least not without him doing things he really shouldn’t do, but unbelief usually didn’t survive a head-on collision with Crowley. (Also, if they went down to London, they could meet up with Pepper and Wensley, and given them a chance to tell their stories too.)
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Date: 2019-08-29 03:41 pm (UTC)Thank you for the wonderful stories, I've greatly enjoyed them all. :)
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Date: 2019-09-06 11:07 am (UTC)I think this is another one that will be continued, just as soon as I decide what sort of mayhem a Key and an Antichrist get into.
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Date: 2019-08-29 09:23 pm (UTC)Have a lovely holiday!
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Date: 2019-09-06 11:08 am (UTC)(For both the comment on the fic and the holiday wish! I’m catching up on comments as it’s a rainy day.)