(Tim pov))
As I rested my head on a pillow and tried to catch some sleep I heard my dog barking wildly outside. I immediately stood up and reached for my shot gun. Well people didn't come by my home often because of how far out it was that did stop the few that came by with bad intentions. As I walked out the door slowly I heard familiar yelling. I paused for a moment before walking around the side of the house to see a figure standing outside there car. Luckily they were on the other side of the gate or they would have been shredded by my dogs. I raised my gun as I walked closer. The figure noticed me and yelled out.
"Tim Shepard. Good to see ya."
That voice. Oh god. It was Dallas Winston's.
"How'd you find me Winston?" I asked and snapped my fingers to quiet my dogs who lowered their barks to growls.
"You left behind some clues. Now Tim I need some help." Dally said he looked a bit uncomfortable and I just rolled my eyes and lowered my gun.
"Lets talk inside. You must be cold." I said. I called my dogs back to their pens in the backyard only keeping Shema my Kangle with me. I opened the gate and and Dally made a move to give me a handshake or something but Shema stepped in between us, growling at Dally how just put his hand into his coat pocket.
I walked Dally into my house and we settled down on the couch. I suddenly felt a bit embarrassed as my house was quite messy and had fur everywhere. Dally look bored almost but I could tell he wasn't by the way he was fidgeting with his hands.
"So-" I started but Dally intruded me.
"What's with the dogs?"
"They have many purposes. Most of them are hunting dog and some are guard dogs." I answered as Shema settled down on the floor between me and Dally.
"Now I have many questions so. Why are you here?" I asked crossing my hands.
"I got in trouble with law you could say and I need a place to lie low in for a while." Dally said nonchalantly, leaning back on the couch I noticed Dally had grown taller.
"Well I guess you came to the right place to lie low." I said with a shrug.
"Yeah but I think your dog wants me dead." Dally replied eyeing Shema who was staring at him.
"Probably. They don't have many visitors who come inside." I said shivering at the thought of the last visitor.
Dally gave me a weird look. He must have noticed my involuntary movement. I just shrug it off and ask.
"So you want to see the house?"
"Sure." Dally answered getting up and offering me a hand. Shema quickly stood up.
I waved my hand around the living room that connected with the kitchen then took Dally down the hallway to show him the bathroom and my room. Dally nodded as I showed him everything. But he seemed a bit on edge mostly because Shema was right on his heels the entire time. As I showed him my room I suddenly remembered.
"Shit." I swore. Dally gave me a confused looks but didn't question anything.
"I just remembered I have nowhere for you to sleep at and there's no time to go to town." I sighed and rubbed my face.
"Its ok I'll just sleep on the couch?" Dally said a bit confused.
"The dogs sleep there." I said.
"The floor?" Dally tried with a shrug.
"No because I have to blankets for you, its super cold and probably dirty." I said feeling dumb.
"Its ok I'll just sleep in my car." Dally started but my glare stopped him.
"Your so dumb. It goes into the negatives most nights. You'll take my bed. I'll sleep with the dogs or something." I said but it was my turn to stop my talking."
I don't normally say this but we can share. I'm staying in your house." Dally said.
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.Solitude.
Fanfiction(Au were Johnny and Dally Survive) Two year after the events of Bob Sheldons death, Tim picked up the pieces of his life and walked out of everyone including Dallas life. Now Dally has gotten in trouble with the law and decided this is his best tim...
