Trauma (DSaF Fanfiction [Angst])

Chapter 3 - Dave and Sportsy

TW - none

DaveSport stuff? Yes.

Dave steps forward and puts his hand on Jack's shoulder, he looks down.

"Old Sport I-i can't hurt you. I won't do it....." Dave can't bear to look Jack in the metaphorical eyes. Jack is put aback by this and nearly falls back. He tries to look Dave in the eyes but Dave won't raise his head.

"Dave, I....if you're not going to murder any kids....could you please get back to work?" Jack brings Daves face up and kisses him. "Could you do that for me?" Dave looks startled but nods.

"I can do that Sportsy. I promise no murder today." Dave smiles and he leaves. Jack knew Daves promises were often hollow but something told him he wasn't lying. Jack leaves the saferoom and back into the dining area, Peter was rushing around trying to keep toddlers from falling onto table corners. Pretty normal day. Dave walks past the prize corner and stares at the big gift box, the little music box tune playing from within. Dave kicks the box and looks up at Matt, he stares for a few seconds before running away. Jack follows Dave to make sure he wasn't going to break anything important. Before he walks over he turns to Peter.

"You have everything under control for a bit?" Jack asks and Peter sweats and seems panicked.

"Are you kidding me?! I have nothing under control! Kids are going everywhere, one is getting very close to the bleach cupboard!" Peter is panicking and rushing about.

"Oh ok good, I'll be back in a bit. I've gotta keep an eye on Dave." Jack leaves Peter in the dining room to follow Dave.

"JACK COME BACK HERE! I NEED YOUR HELP! STOP GOING OFF WITH DAVE! I SWEAR TO GOSH DARN GOLLY GEE JACK!" Peter shouts from the dining room but Jack ignores it. Dave sits in the office going through a word document that appeared to be nothing but jumbles of letters with the words 'Old Sport' intermittently. Jack walks in to see Dave sitting there.

"Hey Dave, I uh...said to get back to work not use the company computer....." Jack half-jokingly says. Dave turns around and smiles.

"Well, Old Sport I decided to ignore you." He giggles to himself and closes the word document. Jack sighs tiredly and crosses his arms.

"Dave I'm glad you're staying out of trouble for once but could you at least do something? Like, check the cameras? Help make some pizza? Anything?" Jack doesn't want to be this bossy to Dave but he knew that if Dave wasn't doing anything he'd try and kidnap one of the kids. Dave looks at him agitated and switches off the computer.

"Fine Phone-Face, I'll watch the camera and make sure no one Yiffs the fax." Dave switched on the camera system and began to watch the foxy camera channel. Harry appeared to be staring at Foxy, just standing there. "Hey Sportsy, how much do you wanna bet that he's thinkin about touchin the fax?" Dave giggles as he zooms in on Harry.

"20 dollars." Jack answers and Dave smiles. Harry goes one step closer to the fox before looking up and realising the camera was on. He rushes out of the room embarrassed for his thoughts. Dave and Jack laugh as Harry runs off. "Ok Dave, pay up." Jack holds out his hand and Dave places 20 fazcoins in his hand.

"That's all I got Sportsy." Dave jokes as he switches off the camera. Jack sighs as he puts them in his pocket. He stands behind Dave, leans down and hugs him again. Dave blushes and looks at Jack.

"Th-this is nice....." Dave smiles and laughs a little.

Author's note: I'm not even sure why I'm makin these notes but what the hell, I'll keep making them. So trying to have more DaveSport here but I'm no good at writing romance. Hmmm, an idea for you to wonder on: Why was Jack so angry in the first chapter? What did he not want to talk about? That's all the clues I'm gonna give. I'll catch you on the flipside :D