A Hodgepodge of Drabbles by shinigami_nanoda

Summary: A series of drabbles
Rating: B - Boots starstarstarstarstar
Categories: Short Fiction, Drabbles
Characters: None
Genres: None
Warnings: None
Challenges: None
Series: None
Published: 08.17.2012
Updated: 09.02.2012


Chapter 1: Chapter 1
Chapter 2: Chapter 2
Chapter 3: Chapter 3

Chapter 1: Chapter 1

Author's Notes: The first three drabbles make up a set, so I would recommend reading them together. Also, many thanks to Fan80 for being my beta for these!

Today was the day. Today he could do anything.

Racetrack whistled tunelessly around his cigar as he nervously adjusted his hat. He took a deep breath and strutted purposefully down the streets, cutting through well worn alleys towards the docks.

“Heya Spot.”

“What are you doing here, Race?”

“Oh nothin'; just passing through.”

Spot's eyes narrowed slightly. He smelled a lie. He didn't like it when people lied to him.

“If it's nothing, get outta here. I got stuff to do,” Spot's stare was icy.

Race knew a dismissal when he heard it.

Maybe tomorrow. Tomorrow could be the day.

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Chapter 2: Chapter 2

Spot watched Racetrack turn on his heels and walk away. He was still watching when Race pulled his cap off, raked his fingers through his hair, and shoved his hat back on in frustration.

He knew why Race showed up so often. They danced around the subject for months, neither of them putting words to what was happening; it was safer that way. They needed to decide if it was worth the risk, because these sorts of things usually didn't end well for people like them. Spot was pretty convinced it would be.

He turned back to face the water.

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Chapter 3: Chapter 3

Today Racetrack didn't leave. He stood his ground, heart hammering in his throat.

“You know why I'm here.”

Spot turned towards him, his blue eyes cold as he tilted his head to one side.

“Do I?”

Seconds stretched taut as Race struggled for words. He heard the challenge in Spot's question, daring him to answer. “I can't.” His voice was filled with frustration, his face helpless.

“I never pegged you for a coward, Race,” Spot sneered.

Race cocked his eyebrows, “Funny, I always pegged you as an ass.”

Spot couldn't help cracking a smile. That was good enough for him.

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