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Title: Life Without Knowing
Fandom: RPF
Characters: Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Bisou Morgan
Rating: G
Disclaimer: This is 99.9% fiction. The other 0.01% is publicly available as fact.
Word count: 957
Notes: Written for [livejournal.com profile] poisontaster’s Jdmmmm fic fest. My prompt was Jeff and a week-old puppy Bisou; I decided to start it a few days earlier.





Jeff drives straight to the vet. It’s the middle of August in Venice, but he’s got all the windows in his truck rolled up, and the AC off, because the puppy won’t stop trembling, even burrowed into the beach towel piled up on the seat.

At the next red light, Jeff scoops her up (she’s barely bigger than his palm) and drives the rest of the way with the side of his hand resting on his thigh, puppy secure between his hand and the warmth of the skin beneath his t-shirt. The puppy lets out a plaintive cry, and Jeff doesn’t need to rely on his 20-plus years of dog parenting to know what it means. You’re not my mom, you’re a big smelly human. Where’s Mom? I want my mom. Jeff rubs his thumb down the puppy’s back, and white-knuckles the steering wheel with his other hand. "It’s okay, sweetheart. Everything’s gonna be okay, you’ll see."

The vet is an old ex-surfer named Eric, and he raises an eyebrow when Jeff sets the puppy down, and because he’s known Jeff for going on twelve years, he’s comfortable enough to say, "Jesus, Jeff, this could be a real mess, you know that?" when Jeff explains about the cardboard box on the boardwalk. He’s also known Jeff long enough to know that there’s no way Jeff could have walked past that box without stopping, and that he’ll do everything he can to make sure this dog survives. Still, there’s really nothing he can do for this dog now, can’t even give her her shots for another six weeks. So Eric has one of the vet techs get Jeff a couple cans of puppy formula and a few bottles and reminds him to call if he needs any help.

Jeff stops by the pet store, spends a fistful of money, drives home, and calls his agent to let her know he really won’t be available for the next month. She’s annoyed, but Jeff knows she’ll get over it. There’s plenty of actors out there who don’t have construction gigs to fall back on, and Jeff’s done okay with that recently, so he can afford to take a little bit of time off.

Jeff’s in the kitchen mixing formula when Bear wanders in. He noses at Jeff’s leg, clearly bothered by being ignored.

"Hey, buddy," Jeff says, reaching down to scratch that spot under Bear’s jaw that he loves, "don’t look at me like that, okay? I know I’m late, but I’ve got a really good reason."

The puppy-and Jeff really has to figure out what to name her, because "the puppy" just won’t do-is curled up on a towel on the counter, and Bear jumps up, both front paws on the counter, to sniff at it almost immediately. Jeff keeps his left hand on the towel, because even though Bear’s a big old suck of a dog, he’s Jeff’s dog, and Jeff didn’t consult him before bringing home a stray.

Which is what Jeff (stupidly) realizes as Bear inches closer to the puppy. So it’s a huge relief when Bear sniffs once more, turns to look at Jeff as if to say, "Fine, I guess," and then walks away to lie in the patch of sunlight coming through the patio door.

~~~~~

"Bisou," Jeff says, and then laughs, because she bumps her nose against the side of the bottle, and it takes her a second to get her mouth back around it. The little kissyface she’s making would be really cute, if the puppy still wasn’t so terribly small. He’s relieved to see she’s eating well, though, and doesn’t seem worried by the fact that the nipple is just rubber. "Yeah, that’s gonna be your name, okay, baby girl?"

When it’s time for bed, Jeff’s ready in five minutes; teeth brushed, dirty clothes in the hamper. Bear gets let outside, another scoop of food and fresh water in his bowls, and when he’s satisfied Jeff’s not gonna leave him in the night, he goes and carefully settles down on his usual bed, which is the right side of Jeff’s bed. (The last relationship Jeff was in ended when his girlfriend shoved Bear off the end of the bed because he was "slobbering all over her pillow". Jeff got dressed, gave her $200 for a hotel room, and told her to come back in the morning for her things. He spent the night packing while Bear slept in the middle of the bed.)

Getting Bisou to sleep takes a more little planning. She’s too small for the actual pet bed Jeff bought her (it’s too big and too squishy, and looking at it now, Jeff understands why his sister refused to put bumper pads in both his nieces cribs when they were babies), so Jeff has to rig one up. He grabs a couple old towels, folds them in half, lays down a heating pad turned to low, and covers the whole thing up with an old Seahawks sweatshirt. He lays it on the floor on his bedroom, against the wall where he knows Bear won’t run into it, and sets Bisou down on the middle of this makeshift bed. It’s a relief when she circles twice and then flops down, even if she is too small to really flop properly. It’s kind of adorable, and almost makes him forget about the dumbass kids who thought taking newborn puppies away form their mother was a good idea. Almost. "There you go, baby girl."

Jeff makes sure his alarm is set before he turns over and closes his eyes, one hand idly scratching behind Bear’s ears. He’s pretty sure he’ll hear Bisou crying when she’s hungry, but better safe than sorry.

on 2010-03-02 04:04 pm (UTC)
embroiderama: (JDM - Bisou!)
Posted by [personal profile] embroiderama
D'awwwww! This is absolutely perfect and lovely!

on 2010-03-02 06:44 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] amy_vic.livejournal.com
Thank you!

on 2010-03-02 05:54 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] nilchance.livejournal.com
OMG, favoritest Jeff story ever.

on 2010-03-02 06:44 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] amy_vic.livejournal.com
Thanks! I'm so glad you like it.

on 2010-03-02 06:17 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] pigeongirl99.livejournal.com
Oh this was just lovely, just a perfect little gem.

on 2010-03-02 06:45 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] amy_vic.livejournal.com
Thank you so much.

on 2010-03-02 07:47 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] bertee.livejournal.com
OMG this is the most adorable thing ever. I love him guessing at what mini!Bisou is thinking, and the ending is lovely. ♥♥♥

on 2010-03-04 11:39 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] amy_vic.livejournal.com
Thank you! I'm glad I'm not the only one who sees the cuteness.

on 2010-03-04 05:01 pm (UTC)
epeeblade: (Default)
Posted by [personal profile] epeeblade
This part: (The last relationship Jeff was in ended when his girlfriend shoved Bear off the end of the bed because he was "slobbering all over her pillow". Jeff got dressed, gave her $200 for a hotel room, and told her to come back in the morning for her things. He spent the night packing while Bear slept in the middle of the bed.) was my absolute fav.

*shifty eyes* Yes, my dog does sleep in my bed:)

Lovely story!

on 2010-03-04 11:38 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] amy_vic.livejournal.com
My family has two dogs that I adore, and if I was dating someone who pulled something like this, there wouldn't be any money; it would simply be, "There's the door. Get the fuck out." I have no patience for people who are mean to animals.

Our dogs sleep on my parents' bed a lot of the time, too. There have been nights where Mom has gone and slept in the guest room because they've taken up her side of the bed. And then they get up with Dad to have cheese and hard-boiled eggs for breakfast, and all is well again. *g*

on 2010-03-09 07:38 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] aidanirl.livejournal.com
massive awwwwwwwwwww))))

on 2010-03-11 11:13 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] raedbard.livejournal.com
Oh god. Puppy. PUPPY. Puppy and a handsome man. I doesn't get better than that. ;) (Puppies beat out babies, I think. A man looks good with a baby in his arms, especially if he's Toby Ziegler, but if Toby had ever got a dog in the actual show I would probably have died. *g*)

This is really really lovely, darling. Tight writing and absolute cuteness (or, just the care and attention here, how awesome he's being that actually kills me *g*). This is another of those vignettes you write that is going to stick with me for a long time (*eyes Huck in his pyjamas coming down to have a little talk with his daddy*).

The puppy lets out a plaintive cry, and Jeff doesn’t need to rely on his 20-plus years of dog parenting to know what it means. You’re not my mom, you’re a big smelly human. Where’s Mom? I want my mom.
Both :DDD and omg, I may cry! responses here but I loved this line so much. And really wanted puppy cuddles at that point. *g*

And this:
It’s a relief when she circles twice and then flops down, even if she is too small to really flop properly.
And yes, Jeff, that is incredibly adorable. Aww! PUPPIES. If you could see me now I'd be making my 'omg doggggggs my god the love!' face. ;)

Also, I hope this *actually* happened, because that would make my love for JDM increase quite a lot. ;) As would him putting dogs before girlfriends, *nods*. Because, no, don't treat the dog that way and expect me to still talk to you.

GORGEOUS, sweet. I loffed it. <3333

on 2010-03-11 02:21 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] amy_vic.livejournal.com
EEEEEEE, thank you! Your feedback always makes me do this: :DDDDDDDD

Also, I hope this *actually* happened, because that would make my love for JDM increase quite a lot.

I may have extrapolated a little, but the backbone of the story is, in fact, truth (http://jeffreydeanmorganfans.com/Articles/foster_failure.html).

Also, now I kind of want to toy with giving the kids a puppy.

on 2010-05-22 02:05 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] bertee.livejournal.com
Hi! Just a heads up that your fic's been recced here (http://community.livejournal.com/sawedoff_recs/73573.html) at [livejournal.com profile] sawedoff_recs. ♥

on 2010-05-22 03:12 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] amy_vic.livejournal.com
Oh my god, thank you so much! EEEEEEEE!

(Sorry, getting recced makes me drunk with glee.)
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