Pietr Rabbit

Pietr Vos: Lab Rabbit. 
This is an AU in which Pietr is sent away to school. 
==Meta==
===UAs===
Please see "Pietr Rabbit (meta)"
If Rianne gives/sends him away (though they're not estranged), the facility he's at rallies its own work crew, they're all tested for Compatibility, Lightcap snatches him away and doesn't tell the brass (they just assume she does, she's not actually under any obligation). 
If ... if we enter that last bubble you suggest ... a Pietr removed early from Koffiefontein might never Griet, since they first encountered each other while attending the same school ... which means he might get to Lightcap's lab unmarried. o_O
==Scars==
(~2006; Naude residence, Koffiefontein
initiator = pickleplum; inspiration = OTPprompt) 
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Griet cradles Dandelion to her chest with one hand, wipes away tears with the other.
He stares up at her with big brown eyes.
“You'll be okay,” she coos, stroking his soft cheek. “I'll patch you up, good as new.”
Dandelion's smile says he's reassured.
With a sniffle, Griet cushions him on her pillow, slips from her bed and to her mother's sewing basket in the front room. She chooses a needle and thread, pads back.
Dandelion looks relieved.
Griet gently scoops him into her lap, eases off his torn shirt, desperately careful of his injured arm. Her eyes well.
His arm is nearly torn off at the shoulder.
“That dog is a monster,” she hisses, swiping fiercely at her eyes. “This shouldn't have happened. I should /never've let you out of my sight.”
Dandelion's expression offers forgiveness.
Griet takes a deep breath, picks up her needle, threads it, frowns. “Too pink,” she mutters. “You'll have a scar, sweetie. I'm so sorry.”
Dandelion gazes at her with understanding.
She gives him a relieved smile, centers herself.
Patiently, cautiously, she stitches the edges of the wound together, nudges Dandelion's stuffing gently back into place.
“Ow!” squeaks Griet, hastily sucking blood from her pricked finger before a drop can stain Dandelion's pale skin. “I'll be right back. I have to put a bandage on this.” She settles him on the pillow, races to the washroom, wraps her finger, ignores the scratches up and down her arm from Draak's blunt claws—badges of honour—races back.
“Only a couple more,” she soothes, reclaims her needle.
Dandelion smiles encouragingly.
Griet places the final stitches, too pink against Dandelion's skin, leaving a line around his shoulder and halfway down his left arm. 
She cradles Dandelion to her chest, nuzzles the fuzzy yarn curls on his head.
“I'm so sorry, Dandelion. I'll never let anyone hurt you again. I promise.”
==School==
If Rianne gives/sends him away (though they're not estranged), the facility he's at rallies its own work crew, they're all tested for Compatibility, Lightcap snatches him away and doesn't tell the brass (they just assume she does, she's not actually under any obligation). 
== Hypothetically ==
7 May 2016 
"I'm /so happy the last Monkey wrote that sorting algorithm for the classification scans. /Everybody's scanning /everybody these days!"
A chime
Caitlin sighs. "Probably another false positive," she mumbles.
Click click-click click
"Oh my god." 
A chair squeaks
Footsteps
"What is it, Cait?"
A chair scoots back 
"This kid shouldn't exist."
"It's probably just a mistake."
Click click click click-click
"But if it's not ... "
"He's your Hypothetical."
Silence.
"... Let's go get him."
"He's in ... South Africa, Cait."
"He might be /my /Hypothetical."
Sergio sighs. "I'll talk to the Marshal."
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10 May 2016
"Doctor Lightcap, this is the young man you asked to see. Would you like me to stay and translate for him?"
"He can't talk?"
"I'm afraid not. The nerves controlling his vocal chords are nonfunctional, as are the ones meant to carry sound from his ears to his brain. He can neither hear, nor speak. Other than that, he's a perfectly average young man."
Caitlin's eyes widen. "Oh."
"He is quite good at lip-reading in English, however, so you may speak to him."
"Can he write in English?"
The young man nods, pulls a notepad and pencil from a pocket, smiles.
==Quartermasters==
I also just realized the impossible cuteness of Pietr (lab rabbit) and Griet (Quartermaster's office) settling in Anchorage and raising the herd of kids they want. Which Caitlin can test to her heart's content.
Think Totoro Parade: Lightcap, Sergio, Wash, Pietr, Griet, and Fluffles 1-4 ^u^ 
>dies of squee<
== Uncanny Resemblance ==
.::Who's that?::
Griet's throat jumps and she kinda protects Dandelion. ::Sleeping buddy.::
.::Kinda looks a little like me.::
Griet blushes and looks away.
Pietr worms into her field of sight.
Griet looks anywhere but at him.
Pietr wiggles onto his back and gazes up at her.
.::Okay, fine, he does. A little bit.::
Pietr grins and kisses her cheek.
== Leave ==
(Wash's panic and denial isn't quite right.) 
.::I'm going--::
Chuck jumps to 'panic', shakes her head, "No, you c-c-an't--"
.::--dinner with Griet--::
"But /my dinner!"
.::Doc said she'd help.::
"But /you're the assistant."
Pietr's eyebrow says, 'You're really trying to use that?'
Chuck keeps shaking her head. 
.::and then a movie--::
Chuck closes down. 
Pietr pokes her forehead. 
She grudgingly looks up.
.::It'll be done after curfew--:: 
"You're gone over night?!"
.::I'll be back before breakfast.::
Doesn't like that either. 
Her eyes flick to the door. 
Pietr turns. 
Griet! 
He skips over. 
::Good evening,:: she greets. 
Pietr beams. 
Griet looks past him. "I'll take good care of him, Officer." 
Pietr turns, nearly shoulders Chuck. ::OK?::
She looks at him for a long moment, then steps back.
(Pietr and Griet leave, Chuck sulks, Caitlin and Sergio take her to a movie in the Rec with the Gage twins, Chuck forgets what's going on and every 10~ minutes asks where Pietr is or what's happening in the movie.) 
== Babysit ==
The second time Pietr's to stay the night with Griet, Chuck, as expected, protests mightily and goes so far as to nearly throw a fit before Griet steps in.
"Officer Darling?"
Chuck turns livid green eyes on her.
Griet doesn't swallow and matches her stare (though in a far less angry manner). "This is Dandelion," she explains. "Pietr and I both think he looks like him, and I wanted to know if you would like to look after him for me."
"I'm not five," grumbles Chuck, taking Dandelion. "And it has nothing to do with him and--" She growls. ::Every--:: Tucks Dandelion under her arm. ::And everything to do with Lightcap saying 'routine is important', 'routines will make you better', and Pietr's my routine and I can't do my routine without him!::
.::That's why Doctor Lightcap's taking over today,:: says Pietr.
Chuck pouts but retreats to the couch with Dandelion and sulks.
Pietr joins her. ::You're not going to guilt trip me into staying.::
Chuck ducks her head, starts shuffling herself under the blankets.
Pietr pokes her forehead until she more or less looks up. ::You were fine the last time.::
.::There was a 'last time'? I don't remember a last time! When was it? What happened? Why did you go?::
.::I stayed past curfew with Griet two weeks ago so I slept over.:: Grins. ::Clearly nothing happened or you'd remember it.::
Chuck scowls. ::Fine.:: Shoos him off. ::Go away. Have a good evening.:: Resumes sulking.
.::Stop with the guilt tripping.::
Chuck attempts to hide under the blankets again.
Pietr stops her. ::You'll be fine, I promise.::
Chuck searches his face.
Pietr thinks 'safe' and 'warm' and 'protect'.
Chuck nods.
Pietr kisses her hair, squeezes her shoulder.
Chuck hugs Dandelion close, watches them go.
===Routine===
Chuck, blanket around her shoulders and Dandelion held close to her chest, starts getting ready for a night sleep. 
"First I have to check all twelf--twelf--" Growls. "/Dozen computers for active programs." She pokes awake a terminal. "This one doesn't so I can shut it off." She powers it down. She and Dandelion make their way along the bank; three computers are loaning their CPU to a sim, a fourth is running a virus scan (Chuck makes a note to get it back on schedule with the others), and a fifth is defragmenting its harddrive. 
"Next, I check the weather and the plants," explains Chuck. "I check the plants first because if they need watering, I have to let the water sit." She squints at the meter. "They need watering." She trumps to the sink, fills a cup. "Plants do best wit--/wit--wi-th room temperature water, so I aim for luke warm and then put it aside." She tucks Dandelion under her arm and carries the cup with two--
She can't really reach the blanket /and hold Dandelion. 
Chuck looks between the cup, the blanket, and Dandelion. 
Chuck puts down the cup, stuffs the end of the blanket down the front of her jumper, pokes Dandelion in next but leaves his head sticking out, and picks up the cup. 
This'll do nicely. 
Chuck returns to the filing cabinet, puts the cup of water on a nearby desk, and takes up a whiteboard marker. "I check the temperature first," she explains, and peers at the floating thermometer. "Ambient temperature of twenty-one degrees Celsius," she reports, scrawling it down. "Now for the plants. The rulers are for growing," she says. "But they don't do that much." She records each measurement aloud and on the whiteboard. 
== Mark ==
Inspired by PP's prompt, "Pietr comes back from a night out with a hickey or another obvious sign of hanky panky. Chuck reacts."
Chuck notices the bruise under Pietr's collar when they're getting changed after swimming. At least Chuck thinks it's a bruise; she's so tired she can hardly see straight and the physio doesn't say anything so she could just be seeing things. 
She notices it again when they get changed after lunch (Chuck had totally accidentally spilled her tea all over both of them and then cried about it in front of the /Beckets) and it has a fellow behind Pietr's shoulder and she's pretty sure she knows the mechanics of how he got them. 
So, when he has work to do and she has ... something to do, she takes up a green toddler (fuck fine motor control) marker, drags a chair beside his, pulls up the sleeve of his left arm, and writes out a careful 'C'. 
Pietr pokes her head, queries. 
Chuck gets a better grip on his arm and the marker and writes an 'H'.
Pietr huffs, returns to his screen.
===Griet===
Griet notices--pushes Pietr away. 
His pout, made all the mightier by swollen lips, wanes at her resolve. 
Instead, she nods at his arm. ::What's this?:: 
Pietr looks heavenward, flops over beside her with a huff. 
She giggles. 
.::Chuck.::
Griet pushes his sleeve up farther. 
In blocky, thick letters, Chuck had written 'CHUCK K DARLIng' up Pietr's arm. 
.::She spotted my spots.::
Griet pokes his side. 
Pietr peeks one eye from under his other arm. 
.:: I think it's cute.::
Pietr sighs with relief. 
Griet rolls onto her stomach, wiggles to his level. ::Besides,:: Brushes a blond curl from his eyes. ::You /do belong to both of us. :: Kisses him. 
Pietr smiles against her mouth, tilts his chin. 
Griet angles accordingly, rests an arm on either side of his head.
Pietr nibbles, puts his hands on her waist. 
Griet slings a leg across his middle; they both push her up and she settles across his hips. 
Pietr's hands slide up her skirt, his hips rock and Griet's over on her back, Pietr nipping at her jaw and they are wearing /way too many clothes.
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== Senior Project ==
::The hell're we going?:: grumbles Chuck, trumping through the rehab center's dry grass.
Pietr smirks, 'you'll see.'
::We're in the middle of nowhere!::
Pietr quirks an eyebrow, sets down his bag. ::You in a hurry?::
::Well, /no, but—:: Jerks a thumb over her shoulder. ::—the furball's getting bored.::
::What furball?::
Chuck twists around.
No Ruthie.
Stupid lion.
Chuck sighs, turns, takes a shove at shoulder level—
A stunned, furry ... something drops onto her chest.
"Jesus /Christ, cat!"
Ruthie smugs down at her.
Thing skitters off into the grass.
Pietr, laughing, joins the mockery. ::Bored, is it?::
Chuck huffs.
::You should thank her.::
"What? Why?" Pushes back to her feet.
::Because she gave you a present.::
"Seriously?"
Pietr and Ruthie look at her expectantly.
::Fine.::  Addresses the cat, "Thank you, fuzzy."
::In sign,:: chides Pietr.
Chuck rolls her eyes. ::Thank you, fuzzy.::
Ruthie enthusiastically rubs a cheek against her leg.
Chuck shuffles her feet. ::Are we almost there?::
Pietr sighs, points to a lonely tree.
::Yay, it's a tree.::
Pietr rolls his eyes, picks up his bag, resumes his stroll.
Chuck grumps after him.
Ruthie ... cats off somewhere.
A dozen meters from the tree, Pietr stops.
Chuck stops.
Something's ... something's wrong with that tree.
A tail switches.
Lions.
The tree is full of fucking lions.
Pietr whistles.
Eleven pairs of ears flick. 
::What're you—!::
Pietr shushes.
One head pops up.
Lion bounds out of tree, charges right at Pietr, drapes giant paws around his neck.
Pietr nuzzles its cheek.
It licks the side of his head.
Pietr laughs, nudges it away.
Lion sits.
Pietr cocks his head.
::Eat,:: says the lion.
Pietr beams, pulls a lump of foil from his bag—
Lion twines around his legs.
—unwraps a slab of meat the size of dinner plate, raises an eyebrow at the lion.
Lion sits, says, ::Please.::
Pietr sparkles, places the steak on the ground in front of the lion, scritches its ears.
Lion noms.
Chuck taps Pietr's arm. ::You taught a lion to sign.::
Ruthie creeps closer.
::Yep!::
Lion gives Ruthie a Look.
::So ... /why?::
Ruthie hunkers.
/::Pickles was my senior project.::
Pickles resumes nomming.
::—and she remembers!::
Ruthie slinks cloooooser.
::They can learn?::
Pickles puts her butt between Ruthie and her steak.
'/Obviously.'
Ruthie pretends she doesn't want steak.
::I didn't know they could do that.::
Pickles polishes off steak.
::Haven't you seen the videos of housecats signing?::
Ruthie melts into the grass.
::That's different.::
Pickles cleans a paw.
'Oh, really,' says Pietr's eyebrow.
Ruthie explodes from grass—
"/FUCK!"
Pickles huffs.
::You okay?::
Ruthie kneads Chuck's gut..
"/Peachy," Chuck wheezes. "I didn't need that spleen anyway."
Pickles looks to Pietr.
Pietr laughs, flops down next to Chuck.
Ruthie rests her head on her paws.
"Go 'head, furball, make yourself at home."
Pickles rests her head on Pietr's chest.
Pietr scritches her ears.
Chuck sighs.
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