Never Underestimate Your Sheep (Cerys, Iain?)

[Kyle Kirkland]

It was Kyle’s belief (as well as society’s in general) that it wasn’t too difficult to herd a sheep. After all, humans had been selectively breeding good herding characteristics into them for hundreds of years. So you’d think that once you’d got a sheep moving it would be too difficult to lead it in the right direction. Which meant that right now Kyle was either entirely wrong or he’d somehow picked the one sheep in the world that’d escaped this selective gene pool. He was inclined to think the latter.

“Oh no, no we’re not crossing the road here. Do you want to become road kill?”Kyle guided the ram away from the road and tried take it in the direction of the MI6 building. The pair were quite unaware that in the smart-suited streets of London they stuck out like a sore thumb. Kyle alone was bad enough. After two days of sweating in a suit and tie he had reverted back to the old outback clothes he was used to wearing. His washed out flannelette and thick workboats could not have looked more out place, not that he had bothered to notice this. And as for the sheep…dogs being taken out for a walk were a common enough sight, but a sheep most certainly was not.

The sheep in question was one of the sturdy Welsh varieties and as such Kyle (who had names for all his pets) had decided to call it Dafydd. A name he’d read it in a book once. And right now Dafydd seemed keen to wonder everywhere except where Kyle was try to lead him. “Wait, not into the phone box. No don’t eat the phonebook! Come back here!” All at once Dafydd stepped back out into the street, knocking the Australian over in the process. The sheep then proceed to chew placidly on his stolen contents of the phonebook whilst staring at Kyle. The man could only sit there and gawp back at him “Crikey!” He exclaimed “I’m beginning to think I should have named you Westley.”

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Iain had plans to return to work. After pulling off nearly an all nighter, in the wee hours before the sun rise, he decided to return home for at least a one hour of shut eye in a comfortable bed. In the end, he was not happy with his decision, feeling more tired than usual and even more grumpy than his usual self. Ah, the woes the research division would have to deal with then their Quartermaster woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Of course, there he was, waiting for the traffic light to change. He gave a great yawn, gloved hand barely covering his mouth as he felt his eyes tearing a little. Quite so, this was not going to be a good day. This was confirmed when he heard grunting and complaining right across the street. Finally focusing on the other side of the road, the ginger saw Kyle and a sheep - said sheep was eating on that looked like the slobbery remains of a phone book. For sure that would be considered a crime of some sort, but hey, it wasn't his job to determine and interpret the law - he'll leave it up to whoever that's not him. The signal showed that it was finally safe to cross and so he did, eyes remaining on the Australian on the ground and the sheep before him. "Morn kyle - th' heel yoo're daein'?" It was the only way he could even greet the man, seeing as he was walking a goddamned sheep - a stubborn one to boot. Of course, Iain would care less about the eyes that would glance upon them. To hell with whoever being important the businessmen, it wasn't like they were getting their hands dirty for the Queen.

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[Kyle Kirkland]

A question of some sort was heard overhead and Kyle looked up. Who should it be but the Quartermaster himself, his boss, Iain. As if today wasn't difficult enough already... 

Kyle found it hard to interact with Iain. Much of this was because he only understood about one word in every three the ranga spoke, whoever said Australian accents were hard to understand had obviously never listened to a Scotsman. But part of it was admittedly because Iain was a pretty hard person to get to know, beyond superficialities that is. He never wasted a word and had a constant cloud of "crankiness" about him, must be the hair colour or something.

Still this did not stop Kyle from trying. The man had given him this job which allowed him to do the amazing things he'd wanted to do since uni. And if anyone in this city knew where to find a Wild Haggis it would be this guy. The incentives outstripped any difficulties that came with the turf. Accents included. What did 'daein' mean in English?

'Mornin Iain.' That was friendly enough. 'Sorry about interrupting your smoko, I'm just bringing Dafydd in to test the new listening devices' Oh yes those devices,Kyle was extremely keen on these new ones. But of course, they would have to be tested before they sent them out into the field, hence the sheep. Speaking of sheep, Dafydd still needed to be taken into the building...

Kyle stretched and grabbed the rope again before standing up. The ram looked up at him as if daring him to try and start walking again, but the Australian was not daunted. He calmly went into the phone box and tore out some more phone book pages 'for everywhere the pages went the ram was sure to go'. Once Dafydd was moving in a reluctantly forward direction he looked at Iain again. 'Would you be able to hold the door open?' he asked in a "You did not see any of that" kind of way.

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If there was one activity she enjoyed most, it was visiting her family at the MI6 labs. It was perhaps relatively recently that she could possibly say that her whole family was finally (somewhat) reunited through MI6. Often times, though, it was strictly business in the lab. However, there happened to be some times when the Kirkland eccentricy presented itself very clearly.


Perhaps it was something in the water down under in Australia, but Kyle sometimes had the strangest ideas. Westley had some pretty strange ideas, but damn does Kyle take the cake when it comes to strange ideas. Not that Cerys minds at all. They're fairly entertaining to watch. So, catching her cousin having a conversation with her half-brother (and is that a sheep?) was something nice to wake up to in the morning.


"Morning, Kyle. I see you brought Dafydd to work today," she greeted, waving at the duo, as if it were something that happened on a daily business. Which, to say the least, could be something that happened somewhat often, if Iain allowed it enough. Which she doubted Iain allowed often enough. But no matter, Iain was defiable, and Kyle had his own work to do.


Iain happened to have the "th' heel yoo're daein'?" face on, so it was easy to simply deduce that Iain probably didn't schedule a sheep to be in the labs today. No matter, then. Iain was a fairly tolerant kind of guy, anyways, despite the yelling and the protesting. He'll accept it if he has to deal with it long enough. And besides, how hard is it to deal with a sheep this adorable?


She crouched down to pet the top of the sheep's head, unable to contain that urge to stroke the darling. She sometimes questioned just where in the world Kyle obtained his animals— though Iain had even more questionable experiments in the lab, anyways.

"I think it would be best you let them in, Iain. It seems Dafydd's hungry," she said, scratching the sheep on the right spot, just under the neck and letting it lick her fingers. "Dafydd will want grass, and you wouldn't want her eating the lawn, would you?"

TAG: Kyle and Iain!
WORDS: 365
NOTES: Oh goodness, I apologize for how late this is ffff

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[Kyle Kirkland]

To be honest, Kyle had hoped to keep his acquisition of Dafydd quiet, partly because he did not want people to ask how he had acquired him (he did not want other people to start using his sources because higher powers might be forced to take notice), and partly because he thought that his cousin Wes might like the sheep and he wanted to keep it a secret for Christmas. However Cerys had a way of talking things out of you, something that Kyle had been warned about but hadn’t taken seriously until now. She knew about Dafydd, somehow, but with any luck Wes wouldn’t hear until Xmas morning, fingers crossed.

Speaking of Dafydd he was lapping up the attention that Cerys was lavishing upon him. Kyle could see his little white tail wagging in pleasure when she patted him, similar to a puppy’s, he’d probably start rolling onto his back in a minute. Wes had a similar gift with sheep and that made the Australian inclined to accept Cerys presence, besides he could do with her help “Yeah he’s hungry” Kyle agreed with the Welsh girl’s observation “And the hay I have for him upstairs is much tastier than the phonebook. Are you any good at herding Cerys? Dafydd is a pretty slippery sheep.”

While it probably would have been more productive test the listening devices straight away and get it over and done with. Kyle felt that Dafydd would be more inclined to cooperate if he had some time to kick back his hoofs and relax for a bit. In that way the sheep really was like his cousin. Westley’s annoyance levels directly correlated with how hungry he was. Letting the sheep have a rest and a feed would be much better for them all in the long run.