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"Things That Go Bump in the Night"Written By: Honor Disclaimers: Oranges are purple, the Wizard of
OZ actually exists, and the boys have signed a contract saying they
legally belong to me. And, no, they weren’t under the influence
of drugs or alcohol when they signed it either…well, okay, not
much. ^_^ Pairings: 3x4, existing 5xM Rating: Velvet says it’s an R Spoilers: Nope Warnings: AU (so, SOOO AU), supernatural, lime,
violence, some language, my twisted sense of humor…need I say
more? Author’s Chaotic Rambling on No Particular
Subject: Yeah. No idea where this came from. Sat down
to work on the 4x6, and wrote thirty pages of this instead. Granted,
I was in the mood for some supernatural kinkiness, but I wasn’t
planning on writing it! Ah well. *emphasized*
" Things That Go Bump in the Night" Chapter 9 Life is full of routine miracles
Warm. I was very warm. That’s what really registered first. The next thing I realized was that there were two people next to me. I could feel them clearly, and they were both very familiar. Hm. That was nice. I wonder who they are. Turning my head a little I brought my eyes into focus. There was a very sexy guy my own age lying next to me, hair covering half his face. He looked so cute asleep; I wanted to take a picture. He was pretty familiar too. I wonder why? I had this nagging feeling it was important for me to remember his name, and why I knew him, but it eluded me. Deciding to come back to him, I turned my head the other direction. This person was also very familiar, a pretty woman of Chinese descent. She was also asleep, and frowning a little. I couldn’t remember her name either, but this didn’t bother me much. I knew them somehow, and I knew that I could trust them, which was enough for the moment. I let my eyes travel back to the ceiling. Odd, the lights were off, but I could see every detail in the room perfectly. Humans aren’t supposed to be able to do that, are they? And all of the smells in the room were much stronger than I was used to. I lay there trying to sort them out, define them somehow. Some of it was the smell of bed linens and fabric softener—some of it was from the sexy young man lying next to me. I had to turn my head and breathed in deeply before I could figure out which scent belonged to the woman. There were other smells too, less pleasant—antiseptic, and bandages, and alcohol, and old blood. There was a faint throb in my shoulder when I moved, and I looked down at it in curiosity. There were little white scars in a rough semi-circle in my skin. The more I stared at them, the more the fog in my head lifted and I started to remember. Forgetting my biology book and running to my locker…Noin catching me there…Zechs biting me to turn me…Trowa, terror in dark green eyes as he held me close…Meiran saying I wouldn’t survive…Duo…Iria… I turned my head again, but this time I knew who was lying next to me. Trowa. Even in sleep I could see signs of exhaustion. Had he not gotten any rest during all of this? How long had I been out? Part of me wanted to let him sleep, but I knew he wouldn’t rest easy until he saw that I was okay. Better than okay, I was feeling great if you discounted the slight ache in my shoulder. “Trowa?” His eyes snapped open, focusing on me. Instant relief flooded his face and in the next instant I was jerked against his chest while he hugged me hard. “Thank the guardians,” he rasped into my hair. I snuggled right into him, wrapping an arm around his waist. “I told you I would make it.” “You took your own sweet time. You’ve been out nearly four days.” Four days? Whoa. He must have been worried sick. Determined to not let him think about that, I grazed my teeth against the tender skin of his throat. “Does that mean I don’t get my kiss?” He jerked on a startled laugh. “You’re a piece of work, Quatre.” “Yeah, but you love me anyway.” From behind me there was the shifting of sheets then a fuzzy, “Quatre?” I twisted enough to see Meiran propped up on one elbow. “Hey, Meiran.” It was like someone flipped a switch, she just seemed to snap awake. “Quatre! Good guardians but you gave us a scare! How do you feel?” I consulted my body for a moment. “Starving. And I really want a shower.” “…typical teenage male,” she muttered caustically. “Always thinking with his stomach.” She didn’t say another word to me, just jumped out of the bed and ran for the door. Once it was open she stuck her head out into the hallway and bellowed, “He’s awake!” Trowa (sensibly) moved until he was at my back and I was closer to the door. It sounded like a thundering herd was heading my direction before Meiran ducked out of the way, letting in a stream of people. Duo was the first one to reach me, Iria right behind him. I was nearly blinded when she hit the lights on the way inside the room. Argh. There goes my night vision. I had no chance, none whatsoever. Duo grabbed me first, hugging me hard, then relinquished his hold enough to let Iria hug me too. I hugged them both back, sorry for the worry I had caused, but happy to be awake again and feeling whole. “You had us worried, little brother,” Iria murmured against my ear. She let out a long breath before finally pulling back and getting a good look at me. “You do look much better, though.” “I feel great,” I answered honestly. “Just a little hungry and achy from being in bed too long. So I assume it worked? I’m a Shifter now?” It was Duo that answered, dryly amused. “Yeah, kiddo, you’re a Shifter. Congratulations, you’ve made the history books. You’re the first empathic Shifter to ever exist.” “Great, now I’m special.” I rolled my eyes. Wufei shifted both of them so he could finally get a look at me. He seemed rather pleased with something, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “With your power, you’ve turned out to be a very strong Shifter,” he told me with quiet satisfaction. “After you eat, I’ll show you how to shift. The sooner you do it, the easier it will be.” “Gotcha. So, what’s for breakfast?” “It’s six in the evening,” Iria drawled. I tsked her cheerfully. “I’m a flexible person, sis, I can eat breakfast at any point in the day. Now, is someone going to feed me or do you want to risk me burning the house down?” Trowa, once again, cooked for me. That’s one of the reasons why I like wolves—they’re easily trained. + After devouring a plate of food and indulging in a much needed shower, I met Wufei and Trowa in the backyard. Duo, Meiran and Iria were there as well, no doubt curious and waiting for the entertainment to begin. I could have done without the audience. Trowa had suggested to me to take a little precaution before meeting Wufei. He’d let me borrow a very loose pair of pajama pants, knowing that I would NOT be comfortable running around nude before shifting. He, apparently, didn’t have a problem with it and was a little confused why it bothered me—bashfulness was apparently a human concept. In fifty years or so, I’ll probably look back at this moment and find my own body shyness amusing. Until then, I’m soooo keeping the pants on. I admit it, I was nervous. I’ve never done anything like this before and I think every person is a little leery of venturing into the unknown, especially if you’re being watched. Wufei and Trowa and Duo were also in just loose pants, making me feel a little better, once I got past drooling over Trowa that is. He is very nicely developed. Iria actually had a camera, all poised and ready. I strove to ignore her. Sisters. Gah! The grass was cool under my feet, the air holding just a hint of warmth from the day sun. With my heightened senses, the twilight was startlingly alive. I could hear crickets and bullfrogs, smell the scents of animals and dirt and the lingering traces of many wolves. It was almost an information overload. Deep at the base of my spine there was building a sense of anticipation, although I wasn’t sure of exactly what. Wufei held out a hand, gesturing me to his side. Trowa dropped back a pace with Duo, leaving me some space with just Wufei. It took some of the tension off and I relaxed a little. “This will be easier because of your empathic abilities,” Wufei assured me calmly. “Open your sense to me, and simply feel what I feel. That will guide you through the change. Once you’ve done this, you’ll never forget how to do it again.” I trusted that he was right about that and dropped all of my shields. “I’m ready.” “Good. Close your eyes and emulate me.” Wufei was never as violent as the other werewolves in ‘texture’, but even his moderate amount grew and heightened as he surrendered himself to the instincts of whatever animal he changed to. I could feel that same kind of instinct rear up in me, and for once I didn’t strive to be calm. I let myself go, and heeded instinct’s call. I’m not sure what I expected, when shifting. Hollywood either made it look very painful or extremely smooth and easy. It wasn’t either. I could feel my bones shift, melding into a different shape, and the sensation wasn’t entirely painful but wasn’t exactly pleasant either. Muscles and tissue transformed as well, easier than my bones had, more rapidly altering. I’m not sure exactly how long it took, as I was too amazed by the changes my body was going through to really try and pay attention to something as mundane as time. When it was over, I almost didn’t realize it was. I didn’t really feel that different…just liberated. Then I felt a slight breeze tug at my fur, realized that I felt grass under all four paws and looked down in wonder. Gold fur and spots…hey, I’m a cheetah! Yes! Okay, one of my life’s goals is realized, I can just check that one off the list. “Quatre?” I looked up at Trowa. He had a bemused smile on his face, almost as if he were torn between laughing at me and being concerned. I carefully walked to him so I could reassure him. Keeping four legs moving in a coordinated fashion is a challenge, let me tell you. I finally figured out that the tail was meant there as a balance and not a hindrance, which helped. Pressing my head into his chest I purred loudly, which feels weird. Purring vibrates your whole head and chest…feels good, though. Trowa knelt down next to me, stroking my head and neck which felt really, really nice. Completely unconsciously I started purring louder. Iria dropped down next to Trowa. “Quatre? Are you feeling okay?” How do you answer that when you’re a cheetah? My vocal chords didn’t exactly let me talk, after all. Hm… Without any compunction whatsoever I jumped on top of my sister, knocking her flat on her back. As she started heaping curses on my head, I gave her a very loving lick right up her face. “UGH! Quatre!” There, that should answer the question. With a twitch of my tail I jumped free and started running mad circles around Wufei. He had changed to a white tiger, and was placidly watching me act like a spunky kitten. Trowa and Duo apparently decided to join in on the fun, because they shifted to their wolf form. It took about a minute, and it was only then that I realized I was larger than a normal cheetah. I wasn’t as big as Trowa, and certainly wasn’t a match for Duo’s size, but I was only few inches shorter. I wonder where the extra mass comes from? Maybe Meiran can explain that bit to me…or Wufei. Once Trowa was fully in wolf form he pounced on me, nipped at my flank, and took off with a wolfish laugh (his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth, in other words.) Oh he wanted to play did he? I took off after him, showing off quite well that a wolf might have more stamina, but I had the speed. ~*~*~*~
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