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PoP - 11

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Housepets! and characters © Rick Griffin
Some characters © Valerio and used with permission
Collaboration with Valerio, since I've used the settings of his stories for the most part.

If you have not read Valerio's fanfics ... *Possible Spoiler Warning*

This story series I'm planning on doing is militaristic in nature focusing on sniping and therefore WILL include weapons use mainly for training purposes (yeah, OK, I lied initially), a little blood (upped the rating, ended up with more blood than initially planned, but still not too graphic), and semi-harsh language (I've kept the language censored or PG, darn, heck, etc.). Reader discretion is advised. Anyway without further adieu, here's the next chapter. Enjoy :D

----------Chapter 11

Keith and Light had arrived back at the Lucky Charm Grove about mid-afternoon. Light still held the icepack on his head, as Keith drove through the security gate. It was much easier, now, since he had clearance. Keith got out of the car once they'd parked in their spot and walked around to the passenger side of the car. Light got out and followed behind Keith as he headed toward the newly built clinic facility. Light looked annoyed. "Keith, I'm telling you, I'm fine."

Keith stopped and turned to look at the white wolf. "I just need to be sure," he said as crouched to eye level with Light. "I can't have my spotter unable to spot," he added with a wink.

Light placed a paw behind his head and blushed a little. "I'm…sorry to put you through all this," he said with his ears down.

Keith sighed as he stood up. "Don't be," he replied as he walked through the entrance to the building, with Light following behind him.

For a clinic room it was incredibly clean…and brand new apparently, just like the other buildings of the complex. Keith walked up to the front counter as the sliding doors shut behind him and Light. The ex-marine rang the bell on the counter. It resounded with a pristine, *ding* Light's ears twitched. Surprisingly the sound didn't bother him at all. It sounded almost musical. Classic he thought.

A few moments later a man walked up to the counter carrying a clipboard and writing on it. He was a thin man, about 60 years old, with graying hair and a jet black goatee. "What can I do for you," he said, looking up from his clipboard, "…gentle-…men?" The pen fell to the floor as if in slow motion. The look of shock he gave was the same as that of Keith and Light.

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Light remembered it like it was yesterday. He was sleeping soundly in the arms of the man that had just found and bandaged him up…essentially saving his life. Traveling over the deep snow was a task all its own…but carrying a wolf? The wolf's ears twitched as he heard a vehicle through the forest…several vehicles. He opened his eyes and looked up at Keith, then looked in front of where the he was being carried to. He opened his eyes in shock. There was a large open area enclosed by a high fence. Buildings and large, strangely painted vehicles littered the area. The vehicles were coming and going, being temporarily stopped at gates. Then Light saw the humans. They were patrolling the perimeter, as were several guard dogs. He noticed one thing all the humans had…guns. He started to struggle in the arms of Keith while Keith tried to hold him.

"Hey hold still!" Keith shouted. "You'll open your wounds."

Light wasn't listening, he knew enough about people to know they wanted to kill him. A sudden burst of pain caused the wolf to wince, stopping the struggle. He looked down at the bandages…dark red seeping through. Already weak from having lost so much blood, the wolf's vision started to fade.

Keith's voice sounded more distant. "What'd I tell you?"

Light heard the man say, before blacking out.

Light regained consciousness to find a man in a white coat standing over him speaking to Keith on the other side of…he didn't know what it was…only that it was strangely comfortable. He suddenly lunged at the more unfamiliar of the two men and bit down on his hand as hard as he could. The man in the lab coat shouted in pain as he tried to pull his hand away. Light let the man's hand go and he tried to get out of bed, but he felt a sudden, sharp pain on his rear. He looked back and saw a syringe sticking out of his flank. His vision started to blur again, and he went limp. He could still hear and see a bit though, his heavy breathing slowed to a more relaxed rate.

Keith pulled his hand away from the syringe. "Sorry about that, Dr. Stanwick," Keith rubbed the back of his head, and hung his head in shame. "I didn't think he'd react that quickly."

"It's alright," Dr. Stanwick replied, while tying the wolf down with bed straps. "…you reacted pretty quickly yourself." He gently placed his hand on the wolf's head. "I won't hurt you…I'm trying to help you, understand?" he calmly said to Light.

Light slowly nodded. He would accept his fate. There was no escaping it now. He'd surely be put to death for what he'd done. His eyes started to tear up as the breathing mask was placed over his muzzle. Not like this…not like…this… his vision faded to black.

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Light awoke inside a dimly lit room. It smelled of blood and sweat…but mostly blood. He slowly sat up. His whole body hurt. He looked down and saw new bandages wrapped around where he'd been shot. Several small metal splintered objects rested at the bottom of a tray with strong smelling liquid, a thin layer of blood collected at the top of it. There were no humans around. He made his way over to one of the doors, and tried pushing on it. It didn't budge. Across the room, the doors opened and Keith walked through, shutting them behind him. Light quickly got beneath the operating table. Keith just stood there. "Light?" Keith called out. "I saw you get under there and try not to move around so much, your wounds are still healing."

"No thanks, I can see fine," the white wolf replied looking down at his bandages.

Keith chuckled. This annoyed Light. "I don't see what's so funny. I am grateful for saving my life… But I never agreed to…this?"

Keith shook his head, smiling. "I mean with the 'Light' thing…that's a pretty good one."

Light stuck his head out from under the table and sniffed the air. He was convinced Keith was the only one in the room with him. The rest of his body slowly followed. He turned his head to once side in confusion. "What do you mean…pretty good one, what?"  

Not Keith was the one that looked confused. "Oh, it's a…never mind." He acted like he was taking a step toward Light and the wolf took a step back. Keith pulled back his foot. "Hmm..." Keith put his fingers under his chin as if in thought. "I was afraid this might happen…but what choice did I have? You needed medical attention, Light."

"I said I don't need the lights turned on, I can see fine." The wolf said, supporting himself by placing a paw on the side of the operating table.

Keith looked at the wolf in surprise. "You're serious?" He suddenly looked embarrassed. He'd realized the wolf might not have heard him call him Light, yet. "Oh, Light is the name I gave you when I became your owner. He quickly put his hand into his pocket and Light hid behind the table. "It's okay," Keith said raising one of his hands above his head. "I'll move slowly, alright?" he continued, as he slowly pulled out a piece of paper and unfolded it. He held the piece of paper out as Light slowly came out from behind the table and looked at the paper. It was a registration form, for military registration of a white wolf, Light, to be under the ownership of Keith. Light looked into Keith's eyes. "I couldn't let the alternative happen." The man said in a serious tone.

Light turned around when he felt his eyes start to water. *sniff* "I thought for sure…" he started, as he began to sob. "…I mean…I…I bit that man…how could…I still be alive? I don't understand."

Keith bent down and hugged him. "Shhh, it's okay, Light." Light started to calm down a bit. A human…hugging a wolf…he laughed to himself.

Just then, Dr. Stanwick walked in with a bandaged hand. Light's ears flatted against the sides of his head as he was hit with a wave of guilt. "It was quite difficult to perform surgery with a broken hand." He said as he stopped at Keith's side. Light whimpered. "Don't worry," he whispered to Light, winking. "…nobody else knows you did it." He held up the bandaged hand.

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Keith coughed breaking the tension. "Um…small world. Eh, Doc?" he said, looking at the Veterinarian in front of him, nervously smiling. He gave a small nudge to Light.

"Oh, uh…what a surprise," Light said, snapping out of his surprise, his ears hung in shame. He felt he owed his life to this human as well.

He shook his head in disbelief. "Lieutenant Greyfield and Light," he chuckled, "What are the odds?" he said slapping the countertop.

"What are you doing here?" Keith asked extending a hand in greeting to the doctor he hadn't seen in so long.

Dr. Stanwick shook Keith's hand. "I lost my German Shepherd, Hunter, to a landmine and fell into a severe depression. I was deemed no longer useful to the military and discharged. I needed the money and couldn't find a job, until I found this shelter. Although it was a terrible place, I felt I could at least try to do some good in that pit of despair." His eyes glazed over as if remembering a sad time of his past. From the sound of it, it probably wasn't the best of times. He wiped his eyes. "But that's in the past, and Martin is giving me a chance to actually help some of these poor souls…make up for lost time," he said with a smile.

Light extended a paw. "Thanks again for saving the life of a wolf you've never met before," Light said, mentally rolling his eyes. It had sounded better in his head.

Dr. Stanwick grasped the paw with both hands. "Think nothing of it, Light." He smiled. "What happened to your head, there?" he indicated with his head toward the icepack Light had been holding on his head.

Light blushed. How could he explain a pipe got the jump on him. Don't say a pipe. "I hit it on a…pipe." Light replied. He pictured himself facepalming, in his mind.

"Well come on back and I'll take a look. I've been meaning to try out the new CAT scan machine." Dr. Stanwick said, smiling.

Keith and Light followed the doctor into the examination rooms.

A couple hours later the three were back in the lobby of the clinic going over the test results. Dr. Stanwick had given Light a full physical to test out all the facilities and was now flipping through Light's chart. "Well, Light. You're as healthy as a horse." Keith snickered at the thought. Somehow animal comparisons didn't work as well on animals, as they did on humans. "I've never seen a healthier wolf." He said looking up at Light, from his clipboard.

"Thanks, Doc." Light said, hopping off the chair. He was a bit happy to finally meet someone he knew in Babylon Gardens, even if the previous meeting was brief. Keith followed Light and also thanked Dr. Stanwick before closing the door behind him.

Dr. Stanwick waved goodbye. Any time, Keith and Light…anytime.
Projectiles of Protection is a fan-fiction work based on the work of several other fan-fiction authors for Housepets! by :worship: :iconrickgriffin: Rick Griffin.
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OrphiusOlyandra's avatar
You may want to come up with a different way to do the flash back. You use the same style of page break so it is confusing.

"His eyes glazed over as if remembering a sad time of his past"
You can lose "as if remembering a sad time of his past". From the context we can guess that;s why his eyes are glazing over.

"He pictured himself facepalming, in his mind."
Same for this. You don't need "in his mind" as that's obvious.

Random point of view shift at the end yet again =chuckles= You really like finishing with the point of view of another character don't you?

One thing I will note is that some sort of past-present comparison from Light's point of view for Dr Stanwick would have been nice. That way you can add in extra descriptions, flesh out the character more and when it gets to the hand you could have injected some emotion into it. I mean, you mention shame in there, but emotions are not dominated by just one unless it's very extreme. I sort of expected gratitude in there as well.

No real flow issues as usual so kudos. Most people have flow issues so it's a nice break to not have to mention it.

I would like a bit more ambiant description of the place. What I mean is just a brief mention of making room for a dog walking down the hallway or Light seeing his own reflection in the polished floor and noticing that maybe he does need to see someone about the head bump. Little things that create the environment.

Oh! In the flashback, I would have expected mention of pain or numbness.

That's all. Slightly longer critique this time. Less tired