#Also T related a coworker said 'yes sir' to me AS A JOKE

[dartlekey]

I wouldn't call testosterone a mistake but I am certainly not happy with it today

[hubcat99]

Funny Little Creatures Chapter 3

I am so glad that everyone seems to be enjoying this! I have a few more things I would like to flesh out before a BIG SURPRISE, so please be patient with me... also I’m so sorry I think the chapters keep getting longer and longer T^T

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" OUT OF THE WAY" Jonathan called out, a little too late for most of the poor workers in the south office wing as he blurred past them.

Racing down the hall towards the room that held the one person he wanted to see the most since coming back from his mission.

Jon slid between other soldiers, giving a brief salute to certain high ranking ones trying not to get himself kicked out. He wasn't as kind to the office clerks, as he bumped into either them or the stacks of papers they were trying to carry. Jon ignored the spikes of pain coming from his left arm sitting in a sling, as he not so gingerly hit it against things while he ran.

"Move you slow asses!" Jon called out again, joyfully, as he ignored his poor temporary handlers chasing after him, losing them in the crowd of workers left to pick up the mess he had created.

Sergeant Evan Fong was currently looking over a chart in his hands, ignoring the noises around him. He heard shouts but dismissed them since he wasn't directly involved. Evan was focused solely on the chart, rereading the information to try and push aside any rising concerns.

"Evan!" Delirious slid to a stop at Evan's office door, with another stupid shit eating grin plastered to his stupid handsome face that somehow always warmed Evan's stupid heart.

Delirious was at least mostly dressed in his military uniform properly this time he greeted Evan. His black boots were laced up neatly and shined, his dark blue pants ironed with the correct belt. It was all good until Evan looked at his top half which was a disaster.

"H.. hey why you staring?" Jon stammered, while trying to catch his breath and look natural as he leaned against the door frame.

Evan was staring because Delirious had on a grey wrinkled tank top half tucked into his pants, with his military jacket haphazardly balancing just barely on his bruised shoulders. He groaned heavily, seeing stubble on Delirious’ face and his hair was looking like he had just crawled out of bed.

Evan sighed and massaged his temples. "Lord give me some kind of strength..." He muttered. "Delirious, you're back?" He smiled softly at the other man practically vibrating in front of Evan.

"Yeah! I worked really hard and really fast so that I could get back to you!" Jon's tone had a possessive edge to it.

Evan frowned. "Back... to me?" He kept his voice level, not wanting Delirious to know just how happy that made him.

Jon nodded, sitting in a chair near Evan and spinning mindlessly. "Yeah! I hate the other handlers they give me when you have to stay and do paperwork,” He said with an almost childlike pout. “..... I think Clark died this time," Jon added like an after thought.

Evan froze, turning his body more to completely face him and stared at Delirious. "Clark is dead?" He asked.

Jon kept spinning. "Ah.. Yeah I think that's what that handlers name is... Was." Jon giggled. "He wasn't wearing a D.O.G patch, even though he was barking orders at me," Jon laughed hard, finding the joke funny.

Jon suddenly stopped spinning, slammed his boots on the floor and stared at Evan. "We should get breakfast! Oh oh oh! Even better! We should get Luke and THEN we should get breakfast!"

Evan was quiet, his eyes darting around the floor as he tried to think "...... Delirious, did you kill Clark?"

Jon giggled more and leaned out of his chair closer into Evan’s space. "Why would I do that? They would throw me in the pit again Evan and I don't like it there." Jon kept his piercing blue eyes on Evan trying to read his face.

Evan looked up clearing his throat and glanced back at the chart again. "I see... So... You want breakfast?" He smiled

Jon sat back in his chair giggling like mad. "Yeah! Oh and Luke! Let's get Luke!"

"Do you mean Cartoonz?" Evan asked him, getting out of his chair slowly.

Jon got flustered, standing up abruptly which made his chair roll out of Evan's office. "Ah! Yeah! I know what I meant... Cartoonz! Let's get Cartoonz!"

"Is there a reason you want to have breakfast with him?" He closed the chart and sat it on his desk, studying Jon's reaction.

Jon blinked a few times, not understanding at first, then beamed innocently. "Cause we're brothers!"

Which wasn't true and Evan knew that. They weren't even related the tiniest bit by blood. Delirious started to follow Cartoonz around calling him that after the incident.

"Oh. And his brand new handler is asleep at his desk.” Jon jerked his thumb behind him to the open office across the hall.

Evan sighed and shook his head. "Of course Ryan is asleep," he groaned softly. He studied Jon once again.

"Why don't we get your arm looked at?" He suggested calmly.

Jon gave his left arm a look and shrugged "Can't it wait till sometime after breakfast?"

He stepped over to him. "Delirious, your arm is in a sling. What happened out there?"

Jon smiled and quickly leaned over to ghost a kiss on Evan's lips. “Thanks for caring"

Jon then just as quickly left his office. "I'll be waiting at Lu-- Cartoonz's room! Wake up Ryan and hurry over to breakfast!"

Evan froze again. He wasn't expecting the kiss, and he lightly touched his lips in wonder.

Evan was left alone in his office hearing only his other coworkers, Ryan's soft snoring and the blood rushing in his hot ears.

He shook his head and turned towards Ryan, steeling himself to wake up the small bean of his co-worker.

Ryan jumped awake, his light chocolate brown hair messy from sleeping at his desk, and his glasses were askew on his nose. "Huh?!"

Evan smirked. "Wake up sleepyhead."

Ryan stood up, knocking over his chair and fixing his grey uniform.

"Ah, sir Fong! Mister Fong! Sergeant Fong!" Ryan saluted the other man in his black and gold uniform, his hair and glasses still a mess.

Evan chuckled. "At ease. Didn't sleep well?"

Ryan relaxed and smiled faintly. "Ah... no... the alarm sounded in Cartoonz's room last night..." he added, his smile fading.

Evan frowned. "What happened?" He sat down in the chair that Delirious had vacated.

Ryan sighed, feeling foolish for telling a commanding officer, though younger, about his worries.

"My cell got the code so I rushed to Cartoonz's room," Ryan righted his chair and sat in it. "And I followed protocol to make sure his heart rate would go back down..."

Evan shook his head. "More night terrors... Did he take his medication?"

Ryan nodded, choosing to leave out what happened after that. "With some nagging.... I think he hates me and I'm not sure how the council think I'm a good fit for him."

"Well... He's probably still dealing with what happened to Mark." Evan rubbed his neck.

Ryan licked his lips. “I ah.. felt a little uneasy so I secured his door with the outside lock.”

Evan stared at him. "What??"

Ryan blinked, his heart jumping up into his sore throat. "Was I not supposed to?"

He sighed. "I... How bad was he...?"

Ryan looked away, about to admit to everything, until his confession was cut short by a loud commotion, and military personnel running past Ryan's open office door.

Evan whipped around. "What the hell??" He hurried to the hallway and looked down it, his eyes widening at the sight.

Delirious was standing on the secretaries desk in the front of the section for Evan's neighborhood of offices. Delirious was screaming for a key to Cartoonz's room and kicking at anyone trying to touch him.

Ryan gasped behind Evan. "Oh no... I didn't know he was back.. this.. this is my fault. Delirious must think Cartoonz is in the pit."

Evan groaned hard, dragging his hands down his face. "Please shoot me..." He mumbled as he hurried over to Delirious. "Down soldier!!" He called out.

Jon hopped down off of the secretaries desk and landed in front of Evan, standing a few inches from his face when he straightened.

To Evan, Delirious looked wild and mad like an animal ready to attack. He leaned closer into Evan's space till they were touching noses. "Why is his room locked?"

Evan kept his gaze fixed on Jon. "Ryan locked it last night."

Jon shot daggers at Ryan from over Evan's shoulder. "Did he..."

"Delirious, focus on me." Evan ordered his D.O.G. by grabbing his shoulder

Delirious blinked and smiled at Evan, giggling a bit. "What part of you should I focus on?"

"At this point, I don't care." He sighed. "If we do a wellness check on Cartoonz will you behave?" One brow raised on Evan's face.

Delirious blatantly stared at Evan's lips and smirked devilishly. "I will mostly certainly behave and get breakfast like a good boy Ev.”

Evan nodded. "Good. Ryan? Let's open his room."

Ryan swallowed, starting to regret applying to swap departments. "Yes Sir"

After a few deep breaths, Ryan stood straight and walked with Evan as Delirious trailed behind them, looking bored and yet alert of his surroundings.

Ryan looksed over his shoulder at Delirious who caught his eye and showed off his teeth. "How do you do it..." Ryah said in a hushed voice turning back to look ahead.

Evan blinked and looked at Ryan. "How do I handle him?" He asked. When Ryan nodded, he shrugged. "I dealt with a really hard case a few months ago involving Jack. Remember that incident?" He rubbed at a scar on his neck. "Compared to him, Delirious is just over emotional sometimes."

Ryan blinked and nodded. "Yeah I remember that.... didn't know you were involved..."

"Directly involved. I was his initial handler." Evan glanced back at Delirious and smiled softly. "Delirious isn't as bad as he was."

Ryan nodded again taking it all in. He looked at Evan when he heard Delirious giggle from behind them. “You... You even seem to have this silent agreement with Cartoonz... "

"Silent agreement?" He raised a brow and looked at Ryan as they turned the corner leading to Cartoonz's room

Ryan stepped up to the door while carefully pulling his keys out. "Maybe it's because of Delirious but he never bothers you..."

Ryan unlocked the door, letting it fall open after he turned the knob.

The room was mostly dark aside from the bathroom light, casting a faint glow on Cartoonz who was sitting on the edge of his bed facing them.