Downtime [Carverse Drabble]

arrafrost:

HAPPY (very belated) BIRTHDAY TO TORAH! THE BEST DAMN DRAGON IN THE WORLD! This is only part one of more parts to come, hence why it is so short. But I hope you like it and I hope you got all kinds of goodies for you birthday, you deserve it for reaching the ripe old age of six.

Having two busy humans was a burden on maintaining a relationship. Chris Argent always need Cruiser to drive around as negotiator and peace keeper between the pack and the hunters. While the Sheriff had to “protect and serve the town” like a normal person who held society’s standards of a “real job.”

So when Allison and Tahoe burst through the door with her two boys and the spiky green kid, Cruiser and 4Runner find themselves alone after Allison mentioned something about Derek, Stiles, birthday cake, and Peter in a thong. None of them had wanted to leave, but they decided to let Allison drive them over in the tahoe while Isaac and Scott raced ahead on the dirt bike to prevent Derek from trying to kill Peter, again, for ruining Stiles’ birthday… again. Especially considering it was meant to be a surprise party that night… and it was currently ten in the morning. A little early for Peter to be wasted and sporting lace undergarments. 

Cruiz and Hunter sighed in relief when their humans ran out the door without them or their keys. Down time, at last.

Except that it had been so long that they’d spent proper time alone together that they didn’t know what to say to each other. There was no scheduling, no “which human is getting themselves killed this time” questions, no “I ran over a raccoon last week and I think it’s fur is still on the bottom of my tire” conversation either since they’d both been sitting in the office since early that morning. They’d already gotten all the recent details from last night and the drive over. Quick and efficient was how they operated with their limited time. 

What could they possibly say to each other that hadn’t been said? 

“So…” Cruiz pratically jumped at Hunter’s voice and glanced back at him from the photos on the wall he was pretending to be interested in, “do you want to make out on the Sheriff’s desk?”

A grin spread ear to ear on Cruiser’s face. Oh right, that’s what they used to do when they saw each other for more than five minutes.