Here's the tenth chapter of my fanfic A Face From the Past, in which Dodger meets an old friend who isn't all he seems. Enjoy!
Note: Trigger warning for descriptions of violence
The next morning, Dodger and Oliver had decided to pay an impromptu visit to Sam. Since Jenny was at school and wouldn't be home for a few hours, they both took the opportunity to see Sam's new home for themselves.
"I gotta say, Sam, you have a really nice home," Oliver smiled.
"Thanks, Ollie! So, how's life been treating you?"
"Good. You've told me about your owners, but I've not really met them? Are they nice?"
"Yeah! His name's Chris. He's amazing, he lets me sleep in his bed even though it annoys his mom."
"Anyway, why don't we have a little day out together in the city, for old times' sake?"
"I don't know, Dad..."
"Look. The dog-sitter's gone grocery shopping and won't be home for a few more hours."
"I guess I could get a little bit. Stretch my legs."
"That's the spirit!"
That afternoon, Dodger, Oliver and Sam had been quite productive. They'd "liberated" a man's lunch from a nearby Burger King, and gotten a free lunch, and before that, they'd even paid a visit to Central Park Zoo, where Sam had to save Oliver's furry backside from getting eaten by the sea lions.
"I think we should give the zoo a miss, for now anyways," laughed Dodger, through mouthfuls of beef and bread.
"Yeah, if Jenny found out I'd gotten you turned into sea lions lunch..." Sam quivered at the thought.
As the afternoon wore on, Oliver took his leave so he didn't miss Jenny coming home. Dodger and Sam decided to head back too. On the way back to the house, they bumped into a familiar figure.
"Jake! What are you?"
"Dodger, I was actually looking for Sam."
"Look, Jake, about that little debacle yesterday, I'm sorry--"
"We got off on the wrong paw, OK? Can we just bury the hatchet?"
Suddenly, out of nowhere, there was a low guttural growl. All three dogs cocked their heads, and who should they say, but Rocco. Dodger struck a fighting pose, ready to attack.
"Rocco! Why am I not surprised?"
Sam turned to Jake.
"This your dad?"
"You really are perceptive, aren't you?" Rocco smirked.
"Get away from my son, you filthy--"
"Filthy what? Mutt? Mongrel?"
"The word I'm looking for I can't say, because there are kids present."
Sam opened his mouth to protest being called "kid", but now wasn't a particularly good time.
"Since Jake clearly failed at taking you, I'll have to do it myself."
At that moment, Rocco pounced onto Dodger. The two dogs engaged in a vicious fight, barking, growling, biting and clawing aplenty. Dodger sunk his teeth into Rocco's leg, and he cried out in agony. He turned to Sam and Jake.
The two younger dogs took off in separate directions, and Rocco pursued Sam into an alley. The young dog was cornered, and Rocco approached him menacingly, like a lion ready to take down an antelope.
"There's nowhere to run, mongrel. Fight all you want, but I'll rip you apart and leave to die like the trash you are."
Sam pounced onto Rocco's back. He nipped at him, biting his cheeks, ears and legs. It caused Rocco great physical pain, but he lashed back, tossing Sam against an alley wall, and biting him on the leg, causing him to cry out in agony.
The sounds attracted Dodger's attention, who sunk his teeth into Rocco's right ear, ripping out a big piece, and causing the German shepherd to yowl in pain. Rocco tossed him aside and ran off, but not before shouting, "This isn't over, Dodger!"
Dodger turned to Sam, who was in horrible agony.
"Sammy, please, are you alright?"
"I'm fine, dad."
"Come on, let's go home. We'll get Fagin to patch you up."