Schrodinger (Gen, O'Brian, PG-13 for swearing)

[themirr]

 Title: Schrödinger

Author: remy_ice_angel  

'Verse: Digital Devil Saga

Characters: O'Brian

Rating: PG-13 (swearing)

Warnings: Spoilers for the ‘5 years ago’ segment of DDS 2.

Disclaimer: DDS and all its characters are the property of ATLUS. This is a non-profit fanfiction.

Summary: Comfort animals can be a godsend. Heat has no idea just how much.

Table/Prompt: Phrases/Wild Horses Couldn’t Make Me...

 

 

“The answer is no.”

 

“Please?”

 

“Don’t talk like that. It’s unhealthy.”

 

“My manner of speaking is unhealthy? You hurt my feelings, Heat.”

 

“Yeah, I bet I do.” He sighed. That wasn’t what he had meant, and the bastard knew it. If Schrödinger was carrying a transferable illness it could kill Sera while she was in such a fragile state. “What do you want me to do that for, anyway?”

 

“She would appreciate it. It might make her happy.”

 

Despite the fact that it was Sheffield’s idea, it was a good one nonetheless. And he couldn’t refuse to bring Schrödinger if Serph had already blabbed to a seven-year-old girl (two, he reminded himself, and nearly winced outwardly) that he would. Her physical and emotional state was already slipping... He had seen the effect that comfort animals had on patients at med school, and he couldn’t deny that it wouldn’t hurt to try it with Sera. Besides, Schrödinger was a good cat. Heat would often come home to find the furry little bastard sunbathing peacefully on a windowsill or in his chair, content to curl up on his lap and be perfectly docile while he went over test results or tried to read a book. Something about those silver eyes was calming in and of itself. It might help Sera.

 

“Well?”

 

Heat sighed. “Fine. I’ll bring him tomorrow. But hell if I’m going to give you credit for the idea.”

 

He could practically hear that infuriatingly self-righteous smirk that made Heat’s skin crawl. “What, no ego-stoking? I’m heartbroken.”

 

“You have enough of an ego. And I need to finish some paperwork. You’ve already cleared the visit with the Director?”

 

“Of course. She seemed pretty open to the idea. You’re the only one who was stubborn about it, to be honest.”

 

“Serph?”

 

“Yes?”

 

“Go fuck yourself.” He hung up, letting the tension unwind from his body as he slumped back in his chair. The cat was still curled up in his lap, a warm weight that was quietly purring in contentment. He reached down, scratching the animal behind its white ear. It looked up at him, the purrs sounding through a half-asleep meow.

 

Heat smiled, rubbing his thumb over the top of the animal’s head, earning a more enthusiastic purr. “How come I can never stay pissed off at him around you, huh?”

 

There was some unfathomable answer hidden in those silver eyes. Heat suspected he might never be able to discern what it was.