I'm not dead! OK, that is out of my system. This the first time I did a challenge for CCoAC , but I decided to try my hand at the Dog Days of Summer one. I got chosen to do a bulldog for Reid, so please forgive any weirdness. But I do know that ilovetvalot and tonnie are very talented people with great minds to even think this challenge up. I hope I don't disappoint.
And thank you to 68luvcarter for the idea, the credit goes to her. Everything else was spawned by my brain. Good or bad, you can decide. But this can be tied in with my Morgan x Reid series; the twins would be 10 months old for this one shot.
Disclaimer: I don't own the song used for the title, or the actual dog. I only own the name I came up with, and the twins. The song is © Vertical Horizon.
Warnings: None, just general cuteness. And possible OOC moments as this is from a dog's POV and not Reid's.
Everything You Want
My name is Maybell, and my owner is a very smart and sweet man that I met while I was behind bars in a cold cell. I was surrounded by younger dogs, some were fluffy and some were wrinkly. I was not a puppy by any means, but I wasn't an elderly dog either. My new owner said I was less likely to get adopted because I'm four years old in human years and the puppies always got adopted first due to cuteness alone.
I don't even remember my original name, I only heard No! from my previous owners. Or bad dog, no real name. I wasn't even bad; all I did was what all dogs like to do like sniff, and lay down on my human's comfortable bed. I got smacked constantly with a rolled up paper, yelled at and the taller person smacked me hard with his hand. I only bit him once, and that was because he hurt me. Then they called someone, and next thing I knew humans in suits took me away and put me in the back of a car. I was only three years old at the time and still learning the rules.
After that they put me in an area with other dogs, and I stayed there for a long time. I saw puppies come and go, almost the same day they arrived if not a day or two later. I stayed in my cage; apparently no one wanted a so called dangerous dog. Or they just didn't like bulldogs, I wasn't sure. I saw other dogs get passed over as well, and some were brought down the concrete walkway past the cages and through a black door. But they never came back.
Then one day, my life changed for the better. I was on death row, I heard the people around me talking about 'No one wants this one. She's been here too long, and no one wants a dog with issues.' And other nonsense, but I just let it slide off my fur. I heard it all about other dogs, even pit bulls and Dobermans that were brought behind the black doors never to be seen again. I was about to give up when I heard an excitable voice from behind the door, asking if he could see one last room before he made a decision.
"The dogs behind that door are slated to be put to sleep." I heard one of the shelter owners speak, I still didn't understand what put to sleep meant. But every time I heard it, my companions all went on the long walk to never return. So I associated those words with something very bad.
"Pretty Boy, are you sure you want to go in that room?" I heard a gentler voice ask, slightly deeper than the shelter owner's voice I had grown to know. I lifted my head as I heard footsteps coming toward the door, and then I saw it open a crack.
"Of course." I heard a younger sounding voice reply, and then he said something else that caused me to tilt my head. And I felt a feeling in my chest I hadn't felt in a really long time, was it happiness? "Statistically older dogs and those deemed dangerous are more likely to be euthanized than puppies or friendly dogs taken up from the street."
If I could laugh, I would have. He seemed so smart when I first met him. After the door opened fully, I saw him. I had never seen such a wide smile on a human's face before as he looked in my cage. I stood up and wagged my corkscrew tail, obviously happy to see the two humans.
"Michael and Alison would love her. They already love Clooney, and she is more their size."
I put my paw on the bar; soon watching the door open and the skinnier one of the two picked me up. I couldn't have been happier that day; I even licked him all over his face before I got moved to the more muscular and darker skinned one. I didn't know who Michael and Alison were, but they seemed to be important to the two. I also didn't know who the one called Clooney was either, but he was probably bigger than me.
Now a month later I am comfortable at home, watching my new owner intently. I didn't know what was happening, but he seemed really happy. The Michael and Alison creatures were actually tiny humans, and they were surprisingly gentle with me. I didn't have a long tail to pull, and my rose shaped ears weren't long enough to pull on either. And I think I amused them with the fact that I do snore, like all dogs with a short face like me. Spencer said I was brachycephalic, but I guess that pretty much means the same thing.
I love the small humans the same amount that I love Spencer. I only noticed that he had been acting weird lately, he had been staying home more while the Derek person left and sometimes didn't come back for days at a time. I didn't understand why, but Spencer told me that he had a job to do. And he couldn't go away because of something called a baby. Is that what the tiny humans were?
But I also heard Spencer mention that I was a special dog one day, that I was misunderstood because of one little mistake. He seemed to have a wet face as he told me that, and also when he said that we were somewhat alike. I also know that Spencer is a nice person, and a really good parent to the small humans. Then I noticed a change, I saw it when I was rescued from my cold cage but didn't think anything of it. The difference was more noticeable now; maybe it was the reason why Spencer was home all the time now. It was just weird seeing him with a big bump against his skinny body.
He allows me on the couch when he's resting, and I do get along with Clooney pretty well. He became my pack mate after I was rescued, and we got closer ever since. We both spend time with Spencer and the tiny humans. It is more amusing trying to see the little ones try to walk like us on all fours, but the little girl human is actually on two legs now. I keep hearing the word genius mentioned, but I don't know what it means. I do know that Spencer says he is a certified one, and that the Alison creature might be one too. I don't care what he says about being a genius or whatever an IQ is, I just know that he cares a lot about me and the darker skinned human.
I think I'll like it here, with Spencer and the small humans. And I will do anything I can to protect the newest tiny human when it arrives. I hope that I'll be here for a long time to come, watch the small humans grow up and learn to say words like their parents. I know I won't live long enough to see them have small humans of their own, but I know they'll do a good job. I love my family, and they love me. Something I have wanted for a very long time.
This is the shortest thing I've done so far. But for those reading Relativity and So Much To Say, fear not. They aren't dead, not by a long shot. I'm just trying to work a suggestion into one fic, and trying to come up with Morgan's reaction in the second.
However I hope you all enjoyed this one shot. With permission I think it would be fun to bring Maybell into Relativity when that chapter happens.