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Viktor stared at the big slobbering creature who had stolen his food. He didn't quite feeling angry toward the animal but he was annoyed that he had missed out on more ham. So, he just stared. He locked eyes with the beast for a couple of minutes, trying to get a read on him. The creature seemed quite good-humored and borderline idiotic, as most dogs were. He was sure those were both missing both of those lovable qualities, which meant he definitely could not stay this woman's pet dog for long. She would start to notice that he was nothing like her big, slobbering, Alfred. That left him with one choice, enjoy the ham while it was given him and regain strength. When he was well, he would explain and repay her. So, he took the ham she offered over her shoulder and he let his eyes fall down on the pages that she held before her. He had missed the title but he was sure that he could catch it later. He wanted to know what reading material she preferred. He was sure he could get quite a bit of information about her just from what she chose to read.
((Should we just say they all fall asleep and move on to the next day so that we can get to the good stuff? XD So that we don't have two pages of ham-eating?))
((Okies! I got this! Let us go forth-- and away from the ham!))Eventually, after much fussing over the dog situated on her couch, Imogen got up and marked her page. She stretched, feeling her joints pop minutely, then set the book down on the coffee table and headed off to bed.
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Im woke to her alarm, as she always did in the mornings, tossing her teal comforter off of her bed. She hated to leave the coziness of her covers, but consoled herself with the warm shower that typically followed forcing herself out of bed. When she emerged from the bathroom, fresh, clean, and awake, she pulled on her typical work getup. Black jeans, black boots, black blouse, her nine millimeter, and-- just to make things interesting-- a hounds-tooth pea coat. With her hair pulled back with a headband and the flavor of mint quickly fading from her mouth, Im headed toward the kitchen, not mindful of her house guest in the least.
After a nights rest Viktor found that he was feeling much better. He was still pretty beat up but the weakness had left his body and his mind was much clearer. He had managed to get up from the couch and stretch when he was awoken by the sound of the shower running in the bedroom. He looked around to get a fuller picture of where he was staying and then he made his decision. It would be unfair to this woman to disguise who he was, which meant she must know the truth. She seemed kind and she had saved his life, which meant that he owed this life to her now. However, from the book she had been reading Viktor had also deduced she was a highly logical woman and would not take the truth very well. He definitely could not transform before she was in the room, though he would have much preferred this. She would have to see the transformation with her own eyes in order for there to be any hope of her belief. Furthermore, if he were to transform into a man without her seeing he would appear as a random stranger within her house. She would likely attack and he didn't want that. So, he had his one option and he would have to go with it.
After a nights rest Viktor found that he was feeling much better. He was still pretty beat up but the weakness had left his body and his mind was much clearer. He had managed to get up from the couch and stretch when he was awoken by the sound of the shower running in the bedroom. He looked around to get a fuller picture of where he was staying and then he made his decision. It would be unfair to this woman to disguise who he was, which meant she must know the truth. She seemed kind and she had saved his life, which meant that he owed this life to her now. However, from the book she had been reading Viktor had also deduced she was a highly logical woman and would not take the truth very well. He definitely could not transform before she was in the room, though he would have much preferred this. She would have to see the transformation with her own eyes in order for there to be any hope of her belief. Furthermore, if he were to transform into a man without her seeing he would appear as a random stranger within her house. She would likely attack and he didn't want that. So, he had his one option and he would have to go with it.
Imogen returned from the kitchen, bowl of Frootloops in hand as she plopped down cross-legged on the couch next to her new, furry friend. "Good morning, Stray." She punctuated her greeting with a bite of cereal, munching contentedly on the sugary substance. She refused to give the dog a real name due to the high probability that she would end up having to give him away. The thought was saddening because he seemed so intelligent for a dog. And it didn't hurt that he was fuzzy and adorable. She reached out to give an affectionate scratch to the dog's side. "I'll get you some breakfast right after I finish mine, scout's honor." Never mind that she had never been a scout of any kind.
Viktor wished that that scout's honor would actually be upheld, but he had his doubts at this point. So, he decided it was now or never. He lifted himself off the couch and stood before her, in her line of sight. He shook his head a few more times then he felt the familiar changing and shifting of his body. He lost his fur and his four-legged stance and instead he was standing upright. He wasn't wearing clothing, of course, but he put his hands over himself and cleared his throat. "Please, don't be afraid," he said, then cleared his throat and looked directly at her. "I apologize for this, ma'am. I know I look a mess, but it's only because I had to change so suddenly last night. I was attacked and you saved my life. I owe you the life that you saved, now."
Im glanced up in apparent confusion, blinking rapidly as she struggled to process what had happened right in front of her eyes. Abruptly, she rubbed her eyes, then looked again. Down. Up. Down. A heavy flush to the apples of her cheeks. Almost disbelievingly, she reached out to prob at his stomach with a finger, as if to make sure he was actually there. She made eye contact with him briefly before looking over at the cushion of her couch, covered in brown dog fur that didn't look a thing like Alfred's. "Okay." She released a small breath, shoulders tense as she stood. "That just happened. So I'm going to go get you some clothes. Just, uh... stay put." Luckily, her partner was roughly the size of the man in her living room and the last time he had stayed over for a case, he had left a ton of clothing. Pulling out the drawer she had dedicated specifically to Detective Benjamin Rice, she grabbed boxers, jeans, and a t-shirt. "Deep breaths, Im. Breathe." She muttered to herself as she returned to the naked man in her living room. "Here you go. Why don't you go get changed and when you're covered, we can talk." She held out the bundle of clothing.
"Thank you very much ma'am," Viktor took the clothing as soon as he was given it then he went down the hall to the bathroom. He put the clothes on after using the restroom then he walked back out to the woman. He cleared his throat to announce his return. "My name is Viktor, Viktor Stevenson. I'm a shifter, and according to shifter law, I owe you everything. You saved my life last night. If I hadn't have died of the cold it would have been from a second attack. I'm sorry to have brought this upon you so suddenly, I just figured it was better now than later."
"Don't worry about the sudden reveal. Nice to meet you Viktor," The brunette stuck out a hand for him to shake. "I'm Imogen Todd." Okay. She could totally handle this. The stray she had picked up was actually a man. His name was Viktor Stevenson. And that last part...? "Wait, you don't owe me a thing--!" She suddenly protested. Im had only been doing what any decent human being should. And she loved dogs. "You were an adorable dog!"
Viktor actually had to laugh softly at that. "Thank you, I think. Sorry I couldn't stay in that form longer." He gave her a soft smiled and did shake her hand. "It's very nice to meet you Imogen Todd, and I may not owe you anything in your eyes, but in mine, I do. I will repay you by protecting you with my life, if that is what I have to do. Please, just say you'll accept, and that you have food."
Imogen let out a sigh. "I'm a homicide detective, so I'm afraid you'll have a very difficult time of protecting me," she warned. "However, if you're so set on the idea... I accept. And I have Cocoa Krispies, Frootloops, and Cheerios. Take your pick." Her hands fell into the pockets of her coat as she smiled warmly in return, the silk lining delicately brushing against the backs of her hands. She may have looked fragile to the man, but she could handle a lot more than he could probably guess. Her nine millimeter weighed heavily against her hip, the holster holding it firmly in place; she had gotten used to its presence after many years at the 9th precinct.
Viktor smiled softly. "Really? A homicide detective? What's that like? I've always been curious as I considered becoming a police officer as a child. I guess most young boys do. I'm sorry to say that you're probably the only female officer I have ever personally met. It's a great honor. I'm sure I won't be able to help you out much with protection, but eventually I will be able to do something for you and I will do it with great pride." He put a hand over his heart. "I will find a place to stay near by, if that would be alright with you. I can't go home and I won't even if I can."
"Er, messy, quite frankly. And I work long hours, but it's very rewarding. I like helping people." Imogen shrugged modestly, her small frame rising and falling gracefully. She assumed it would be better not to offend him by asking personal questions; that would be quite rude. So she chose not to do so. "Viktor, take as much time as you need to settle in here. You can stay as long as you'd like. Though perhaps... in the guest room this time?" Her lips quirked in a teasing smile, crooked and charming.
Vik was caught off guard by her rather beautiful smile. He had known she was a sweet woman, but her smile gave away even more of that. He couldn't help smiling back at her, gently, though his teeth showed. "Thank you, Imogen. You've been so kind to me and this favor only makes me want to repay you more. You have a very sweet dog as well. He loves you. Anyway, would it be alright if I had some of that cereal? I understand if you want me out of the house while you are working today, but I'm still feeling quite weak. I'll need a bit of food."
((Sorry! I was busy yesterday! Didn't mean to not post!))"You're more than welcome to the cereal. You can stay in the house if you'd like or you can come to work with me. The choice is yours, my friend." Imogen fluttered about her living room for a moment before making her way into the kitchen to get a bowl down from her cabinet. "Which cereal? And can I get you anything more substantial like... eggs, bacon?" She tucked a few short strands of silken hair behind her ears as she pulled a spoon out of her silverware drawer.
((It's totally fine!))Vik couldn't help the smile that kept twitching onto his lips. The way she seemed to move about like a small bird made him want to stare at her and do nothing more. But, she was asking questions. "Well, I think cereal will be alright for now. Any kind will do. As for work, would it be alright if I went along with you? I promise I won't get in the way and I'll do exactly as you ask of me. I'm just terribly curious and I would love to know what it is like. I know, probably not the best of things to be curious over, but I can't help myself."
((OH, jeez! I swear to God I posted here! I remember exactly what I wrote too. Grr.))Shaking a few stray strands of hair out of her eyes, Im grabbed some Cheerios from her pantry and poured them into the bowl, then added milk, and put the spoon into the bowl. "Here we go," The brunette briskly returned to her living room and set the bowl of cereal down on the table, sitting down next to her guest. She tucked her blazer away so that she wasn't sitting on it, flashing her handgun carelessly. Leaning forward, she picked up her Frootloops and began shoveling them into her mouth. She paused briefly, chewing and swallowing. "You're more than welcome to come with!" Her head tilted to look up at Vik, a pleasant warmth in her smile. "I've had shadows before; you're certainly more versed in self defense than they were."
((Happens to me all the time. Sometimes there's a posting issue with this site.))Vik grinned when his cereal was pushed in front of him. He dug into it eagerly, but not quite so eagerly as Im seemed to be. He had never seen a woman put so many spoonfuls into their mouth at once and it was endlessly amusing. However, he did manage to finish his cereal first because of her pausing. "Would you mind if I have some more?" he asked her. He felt bad for taking her food but he felt he would starve to death if he didn't. For now, this was his option and he was going to take it. "As for self defense, I wish I were not so well versed. I'd like to say that I had never had to defend myself at all."
((Ugh. I feel you.))Im shook her head, having finished her cereal just behind Vik. Her hair brushed her cheekbones as she stood once more with her empty bowl. Her warm smile tilted into a dainty amused smirk. "I'll just bring the whole box, shall I?" Moving smoothly through the living room, Imogen swept into the kitchen for the third time that morning and plucked the box of Cheerios from her counter top. The box rustled, plastic shifting inside the cardboard as she placed her bowl into the stainless steel sink. Her weight shifted minutely as she turned on her heel, walking back to her couch with a light switch in her step before she sat down next to Vik. Holding out the box for him to take, her cobalt colored eyes narrowed in concern. "Well, I'm rather glad that you know it so well. If you say you were attacked, I would assume your knowledge of self-defense allowed you to survive long enough for me to take you in." She nudged his solid build lightly with her shoulder. "I'm glad I got to meet you--! Not that I wish you were ever in danger. Well, you know." Fumbling verbally, Imogen grinned with self-deprecating humor.
Vik took the cereal box from her gratefully and poured himself another full bowl. Cheerios had never tasted so good, and the company wasn't bad either. "I was attacked and it was not the first time. My kind if not usually so easily accepted. I am quite surprised that you didn't react more strongly. I mean, I know you watched me transform, but that is usually quite traumatic in itself. Not to mention I was, um, well, in the nude." He shrugged his shoulders a bit and couldn't help the light blush that colored and warmed his cheeks. "I'm glad I got to meet you too, however. I supposed good things can come out of every situation." He turned his eyes back t her and gave her a soft smile. For some reason, he felt comfortable. It was very unlike him to feel this way, and yet he did. He felt as if he had known this woman for his entire life. She seemed like she could be trusted and further, she seemed she could be a good friend. He was glad to have found her company and he was beyond grateful for her very existence. It was a rare thing to find someone who accepted and cared so easily.
"I'm a homicide detective," Imogen commented drily, "I've seen some weird shit." Her lips twitched into a mischievous, off-handed smile. "Plus, I'm 30 years old. It's definitely not my first time seeing a man naked." Patting Vik solidly on the back, Im leaned back against the couch, resting her heads as she folded her arms over her chest. Chest rising and falling softly, she began to take deep breaths through her nose in an attempt to relax.
Vik erupted with laughter. It took him a few minutes to calm down and then he was wiping at his eyes. "I don't know why I found that so funny. I know you're a grown woman and you've probably seen plenty of men naked, but that was just not what I expected to come out of your mouth." He grinned at her and shook his head. "I think I'm going to like you. You're definitely going to be keeping me on your toes with that wit and humor." He nodded his head and finished his second bowl of cereal. "I'm ready to go whenever you tell me."
Imogen began searching the bookshelves on either side of her fireplace; where was it...? "Ah--" her eyes caught on the title she had been looking for. "There you are." Foucault’s Pendulum was a particular favorite of hers and always had been since she had first read it. She rather enjoyed the topics of psychology and philosophy and they certainly made being a detective for the 6th precinct easier, if that was possible. Returning to her spot leaning against the couch, Im opened her book to the appropriate page and propped it against her knees with one hand, utilizing the other to offer the dog another piece of ham over her shoulder.