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Entry tags:
Guardian: fanfic: the last to know
title: the last to know
fandom: Guardian
words: ~700
relationships: Zhao Yunlan & Da Qing , implied Shen Wei & Da Qing, implied Shen Wei/Zhao Yunlan
contents: AU: Da Qing remembers; misunderstandings; banter; implicit spoilers for a whole bunch of things
author's note: This is not exactly a sequel to not as though it was yesterday, but it’s set in a similar alternate universe where the 10,000 year-old cat doesn’t have amnesia
summary: Zhao Yunlan knows Shen Wei has secrets. He just never thought those secrets included a relationship with his best friend.
Zhao Yunlan is perfectly willing to admit that he’s not the most perceptive person. During an investigation, sure, he can spot clues, but that’s because he’s looking. The rest of the time? He’s easily distracted.
Especially these days, with the sudden surge of Dixingren activity, and the Dial showing up, and whatever it is that’s going on with that intriguing Professor Shen.
All of which to say, he’s not exactly paying attention to the cat’s comings and goings. Da Qing wanders a lot, he always has. That’s part of having a cat for a best friend. As long as Da Qing keeps showing up for work and stealing food, there’s no point in worrying about him.
Zhao Yunlan probably would have continued to miss Da Qing’s new earring, if the cat hadn’t climbed up on the desk to get between him and his lunch. Which put the glittery, dangling earring about three inches from Zhao Yunlan’s eyes.
As far as Zhao Yunlan can tell, Da Qing has never cared much for appearances in human form. He certainly doesn’t dress up for work. He’d never buy himself jewelry of any sort, much less an expensive, gold, dangly, cloisonné earring.
“What’s that?”
“Mm?” Da Qing is too busy shoving a pork bun in his mouth to answer clearly, but Zhao Yunlan has known him long enough to translate his food-grunts.
Zhao Yunlan flicks at the earring, and the cat grins around mouthful of food.
“Professor Shen gave it to me.” Da Qing’s eyes slit closed, whether from the spiced pork or the thought of Shen Wei, Zhao Yunlan can’t tell.
His mood inexplicably sours. Shen Wei: the same man who has dodged most of Zhao Yunlan’s attempts to get to know him, but spent nearly an hour ‘helpfully’ expounding on bears one time for a case. He didn’t know the cat was on such good terms with him; when did that happen?
He snatches a bun from Da Qing’s hand and takes a bite. “Didn’t we arrest him last month?”
“You did.” Da Qing glares at him balefully and moves the tray of buns farther away from Zhao Yunlan’s greedy hands. “I told you he was innocent.”
Zhao Yunlan glares back. “I always thought someone would have to bribe you with food.”
That blissful looks drops immediately back onto the cat’s face. “Oh, he cooks, too.”
The implication sits uneasily in Zhao Yunlan’s stomach. He doesn’t exactly mistrust Shen Wei, but the man clearly has secrets. He’d just never thought those secrets included a relationship with his best friend. “So you two are--?”
“Are what?” Da Qing blinks at him.
“You know, ah--” Zhao Yunlan has no idea how to fill in that gap. He’s never seen the cat show an interest in anyone, ever. If Zhao Yunlan has a cold heart, Da Qing’s is a block of ice. “Dating?”
“Dating?” Da Qing blinks at him again, before his eyes get wide. “You think-- me and him-- you think--”
The cat sputters into a shocked chuckle, then can’t seem to stop. He rolls onto his back on the desk as the laughter spills out of him -- barely missing the bun tray -- and cackles until tears roll down his cheeks.
Zhao Yunlan can’t decide if he’s relieved or offended.
“Oh, that’s--” The cat finally calms down, wiping his snotty face on his sleeve. “You’re so dumb.”
Definitely offended. “You’re right; Professor Shen is far too good for you.”
Da Qing’s eyes narrow. He grabs another bun from the basket and crams it into his mouth. “Lotus flowers are for perfection, you know,” he mumbles around it.
Zhao Yunlan scoffs. “Don’t know why he gave it to you, then.”
The cat sticks out his tongue -- complete with crumbs, gross -- and jumps off the desk. He swipes the last two buns on his way out, and doesn’t even bother to run.
Then again, Zhao Yunlan makes no attempt to chase him. He could, and usually he would. He just... doesn’t feel like it this time.
He’s still missing something.
fandom: Guardian
words: ~700
relationships: Zhao Yunlan & Da Qing , implied Shen Wei & Da Qing, implied Shen Wei/Zhao Yunlan
contents: AU: Da Qing remembers; misunderstandings; banter; implicit spoilers for a whole bunch of things
author's note: This is not exactly a sequel to not as though it was yesterday, but it’s set in a similar alternate universe where the 10,000 year-old cat doesn’t have amnesia
summary: Zhao Yunlan knows Shen Wei has secrets. He just never thought those secrets included a relationship with his best friend.
Zhao Yunlan is perfectly willing to admit that he’s not the most perceptive person. During an investigation, sure, he can spot clues, but that’s because he’s looking. The rest of the time? He’s easily distracted.
Especially these days, with the sudden surge of Dixingren activity, and the Dial showing up, and whatever it is that’s going on with that intriguing Professor Shen.
All of which to say, he’s not exactly paying attention to the cat’s comings and goings. Da Qing wanders a lot, he always has. That’s part of having a cat for a best friend. As long as Da Qing keeps showing up for work and stealing food, there’s no point in worrying about him.
Zhao Yunlan probably would have continued to miss Da Qing’s new earring, if the cat hadn’t climbed up on the desk to get between him and his lunch. Which put the glittery, dangling earring about three inches from Zhao Yunlan’s eyes.
As far as Zhao Yunlan can tell, Da Qing has never cared much for appearances in human form. He certainly doesn’t dress up for work. He’d never buy himself jewelry of any sort, much less an expensive, gold, dangly, cloisonné earring.
“What’s that?”
“Mm?” Da Qing is too busy shoving a pork bun in his mouth to answer clearly, but Zhao Yunlan has known him long enough to translate his food-grunts.
Zhao Yunlan flicks at the earring, and the cat grins around mouthful of food.
“Professor Shen gave it to me.” Da Qing’s eyes slit closed, whether from the spiced pork or the thought of Shen Wei, Zhao Yunlan can’t tell.
His mood inexplicably sours. Shen Wei: the same man who has dodged most of Zhao Yunlan’s attempts to get to know him, but spent nearly an hour ‘helpfully’ expounding on bears one time for a case. He didn’t know the cat was on such good terms with him; when did that happen?
He snatches a bun from Da Qing’s hand and takes a bite. “Didn’t we arrest him last month?”
“You did.” Da Qing glares at him balefully and moves the tray of buns farther away from Zhao Yunlan’s greedy hands. “I told you he was innocent.”
Zhao Yunlan glares back. “I always thought someone would have to bribe you with food.”
That blissful looks drops immediately back onto the cat’s face. “Oh, he cooks, too.”
The implication sits uneasily in Zhao Yunlan’s stomach. He doesn’t exactly mistrust Shen Wei, but the man clearly has secrets. He’d just never thought those secrets included a relationship with his best friend. “So you two are--?”
“Are what?” Da Qing blinks at him.
“You know, ah--” Zhao Yunlan has no idea how to fill in that gap. He’s never seen the cat show an interest in anyone, ever. If Zhao Yunlan has a cold heart, Da Qing’s is a block of ice. “Dating?”
“Dating?” Da Qing blinks at him again, before his eyes get wide. “You think-- me and him-- you think--”
The cat sputters into a shocked chuckle, then can’t seem to stop. He rolls onto his back on the desk as the laughter spills out of him -- barely missing the bun tray -- and cackles until tears roll down his cheeks.
Zhao Yunlan can’t decide if he’s relieved or offended.
“Oh, that’s--” The cat finally calms down, wiping his snotty face on his sleeve. “You’re so dumb.”
Definitely offended. “You’re right; Professor Shen is far too good for you.”
Da Qing’s eyes narrow. He grabs another bun from the basket and crams it into his mouth. “Lotus flowers are for perfection, you know,” he mumbles around it.
Zhao Yunlan scoffs. “Don’t know why he gave it to you, then.”
The cat sticks out his tongue -- complete with crumbs, gross -- and jumps off the desk. He swipes the last two buns on his way out, and doesn’t even bother to run.
Then again, Zhao Yunlan makes no attempt to chase him. He could, and usually he would. He just... doesn’t feel like it this time.
He’s still missing something.