Cavendish and Dakota Fluff

Till Death Do We Part

Summary: Starting out, Cavendish was still a rule follower, but rules didn't keep him safe from a terrible fate.  Dakota painfully but willingly makes the idea of Dakota island, where any extra versions of him can go
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"What is taking you so long?" The young Cavendish looked at the hungry Dakota, who was happily filling his face with burritos.

"If you don't savor the flavor, you aren't doing it right."

"At least give me one," Cavendish sighed as Dakota put a fresh burrito in his hand, before finishing his own.  "Well if you were almost done, I'll just throw this one away."

"Woah woah, you can't waste food.  People are starving all over and your just gonna throw that away?" Dakota looked at the morally flawed individual.

"Gosh, fine," Cavendish sat across from Dakota and ate the burrito, enjoying it happily.  Dakota rested his hand on his chin and watched his time traveling partner happily. 

"Hey ever wonder why they called those woods over there Coyote Woods?" Dakota looked at the tall fence guarding a small forest.

"Well, gosh, I don't know," Cavendish thought a moment.  "Probably because of some nature enthusiasts last name," He shrugged. 

"Doesn't explain all the wolves there," Dakota stared at the fence as a pack of fluffy wolves climbed it.  "Impressive, terrifying too, but impressive," Dakota looked in awe at the wolves, until they started charging at the duo at an alarming pace.  Dakota ran, Cavendish was very distracted by some indistinguishable substance in his burrito.  "Cavendish!  Move!"

But it was too late.  Dakota stared in pure horror.  "Cavendish..." The wolves ran away.  Dakota looked at the remains, the half eaten burrito.  The wolves left the burrito.  Dakota sat where Cavendish had, and tucked his head into his knees.  "My friend is gone..." He sighed.

A few hours later, Dakota got into the time traveling car, and realized he could simply go back in time and save Cavendish.  "I'm coming for you, Buddy!"

After several failed attempts, Dakota finally stopped his orange haired partner from dying.  Then he realized, there was one of him left over.  Cavendish hadn't spotted the double yet, he was still dizzy from the wolf attack.  "Uh," The original Dakota rubbed the back of his head.  "There's an abandoned island, on the middle of the Atlantic," He shrugged, handing the leftover a brochure.  The Dakota's hugged.  And the leftover hurried off before Cavendish could realize what happened.

"What happened?"  A concussed Cavendish rubbed his head. 

"Wolf attack, let's get you to a hospital."

"Oh, alright."

And off they went, and at the island, Dakota two got to work.  Building a wall of protection, and a computer he brought with him.  He watched the security cameras around the city.  Then he spotted Cavendish entering the hospital.  "Good man," Dakota two saluted at the original Dakota entering the hospital.