Authors notes: I don't own any characters from Bitten.

I wanted to look at how things may have been different if Elena hadn't been the only woman around. Plus I think Jeremy needs a little romance in his life.

Rated this M because I wanted to be safe if thing go there

Siobhan is pronounced - shiv + awn

It was just another mutt hunt, notting I haven't done before. This time though things didn't go as expected. I was sent to deal with one mutt, but he apparently had some back up and this is bigger then we thought.

Now, I'm injured, again its happened before, a lot really, but its bad this time. The most usual thing resulting from the nights events would be the woman who was injured and bitten by the mutts, and currently riding in the back of my SUV still clinging to life.

By the time I reach Stonehaven it's about 4 am, meaning no one would be up. My cell phone having been damaged in the fight kept me from calling ahead and informing Jeremy, my Alpha of the situation.

I drive up to the front door, as I get out of the SUV I yell for Jeremy, even if he is asleep he will hear it. In my rush to get to the back of the vehicle, I forget my injuries and slip in the drive way. I must be worse then I thought, but I still don't have time to worry about that. I Yank open the back door and pull the woman out, as I bellow for Jeremy again. It causes a small groan from the woman in my arms but other then that she hardly moves.

Lights are coming on upstairs. I rush to the kitchen, which serves as a makeshift med room in emergencies, still cradling the woman in my arms. Her dark braid swings as I lay her on the table.

Jeremy is there just after me "What happened?" His tone is urgent as it gets for him but calm compared to anyone else. He starts to check on her vitals and moves on to the wounds and bites quickly.

"Things went sideways with the mutt, he was working with someone else. They blindsided me, and attacked the woman. Bit her too." It was enough of an explanation for now. Jeremy nodded as he inspected the wounds.

As she lay there on the table I wonder if I died the right thing. Her pale skin was even paler now, with gray undertones, breathing shallow and labored. Her light blue scrubs were covered in blood as was the id badge that sill clung to one pocket, proclaiming her to be Siobhan, RN. In the light of the kitchen the wounds made by tooth and claw on one shoulder, a calf, and at her ribs seemed worse now. I was also able to clearly see the bruising on her face and the head wound that had matted her hair with blood before I wrapped it up to stop the bleeding. All of my makeshift bandaging didn't help very much, but the stopped the bleeding, mostly. But there were so many wounds.

When Jeremy removed the scrubs to attend to her shoulder and the gash in her ribs he reviled angry looking bruises on one side. Probably resulting from he impact with the wall at the hospital, she must have some broken ribs too. And a broken writs from the bruising that surround one in much the same shape of a man's hand.

Elena is in the kitchen doorway looking sick. This is the first time she has seen someone after they were bitten and the transformation process has started. Being that she is still has not completely accepted her wolf her reaction is not surprising. She hates that I bit her and gave her no choice, I though it was the only way, but It was wrong. Now I try to make up for that everyday. Usually I fail but I will keep trying.

For the next few hours at least thing go as expected. Jeremy gives Elena and I orders to help with trying to patch up Siobhan as best he can in preparation for the next stage of her change.

When Jeremy is sure it's ok to move Siobhan we take her to the basement and place her in the cage. The initial chaos is over, now we wait. The waiting will be worse and it's going to upset Elena, as it brings up memories and emotions from her change into a werewolf. I regret that but I really didn't have much of a choice, and when it all done hopefully Elena will accept my bringing Siobhan here.

After a werewolf bit it takes days for the victims transformation from human to werewolf to be complete. So once Siobhan was locked in the cage the basement was prepared so that someone would be able to say with her during this time. From past experience I knew it would be Jeremy for a majority of the time, but Elena and I would spell him from time to time.

Now it was time for me to explain all that transpired and led us here.

I had been sent after a mutt named Jack McMillan. A fairly big man taller then me, most of the McMillan's are. Until recently he has been a low life dealing in petty crime, B&E's, muggings, and the like. A few months he upped the anti when he moved to Portland Maine and started working as a knee breaker for a loan shark named Jackson. He's killed a few humans in the process, and may have killed two women as well, however we cant confirm that. So, now its time he gets the message to move along and follow the laws that keep our kind hidden from human eyes.

Jack has been drawing too much attention and is a risk to our kind. This is the first time I have been sent to deal with him. My job today was to make him see that working in Portland was a very bad idea, and he didn't want to do that any more, and he wanted to follow our laws. If he didn't listen or if I felt that he had every intention of continuing this path I was to deal with the threat he presented and kill him.

I meet him in the parking lot of the run down seedy little motel he is staying in. We were in the back and anyone who saw us wouldn't report anything given we were in human form and they see this kind of stuff regularly here. It is a place where people mind their own business.

Our discussion had become intense rather quickly. I mean this guy make Elena look like she has a level head.

"It's the law McMillan, pack or not you follow the law. You'er bringing to much attention and low life job or not you don't kill humans" I tell him in a low vice, one that scares anyone who has any sense.

"Who's to say those guys were human. Hell they seemed more like weasels, and they knew what was coming for them. So why not me? I did humanity a favor taking them out" He must have practiced this speech. "I have a sweet set up here Danvers" He said my name like it was an insult. "I didn't get the silver spoon like you, I worked hard to get this and you and the pack will not force me to leave and you'er not going to tell me what to do."

Suits me, better to deal with hime now then wait and let him become a bigger problem.

He rushes me, like a bully use to fighting someone smaller and weaker. I move to the side and get a solid hit on in to the kidneys. It draws an "oof" out of him. On his way down he grabs my leg, trying to pull it from under me. He must have had a knife because there is a sharp pain in the side of my thigh above the knee. Mutts always cheat.

I slam both fist into the back of his head and he goes down. I put some distance between the two of us so that I am out of his reach as I get the knife out of my leg. He stumbles to his feet and gives a nasty sneer. His impact with the pavement broke his nose and made is face a bloody mess.

From nowhere a truck comes speeding into the lot and straight at us. We move farther apart and dodge out of the way but I must have been the target because the driver followed my path and rammed into me. Then the world went black.

By the time I started to come to I was in an emergency room, but I was going in and out of consciousness. I guess the occupants of the seedy motel noticed a guy getting run over. Sure I could have healed given time and more likely if I had had some backup to help me, rather then being left for dead by Jack and his partner, but all the same being incoherent and in a hospital was all kinds of bad for me and the pack. Then again had I been left in the lot Jack and his buddy probably would have shown back up to finish their job on me and get the bragging rights of killing Clayton Danvers. God help me. Still, it just takes one blood test while I'm here and we could all be exposed. Unfortunately being in and out of conciseness left me unable to flee.