Disclaimer and then some – I don't own any of the amazing hp characters, no matter how much I would love to. I couldn't find Tonks/Lupin Fics I liked that I hadn't read so, I FINALLY WORTE ONE! Just One Of Those Things is by Cole Porter and the version Time After Time is by Eva Cassidy. I listened to both of them while I wrote this.

Just One Of Those Things

This was going to be hard, very hard, too hard. He knew he had to tell her, but he'd been putting it off and he had, well …succeeded. It's not that he wanted to keep it from her or that he thought she would hate him for it, he just liked her not knowing, having one person who saw him as a normal human, not as a werewolf.

He tapped the radio on the kitchen counter with his wand and an old Cole Porter song started playing "It was just one of those things…" sang the woman on the radio.

"You said it," muttered Remus, banging his head against the counter.

Tonks was so lighthearted and she made the situation of living in a dark and dusty house during the beginning of a war a little easier to bear. She never took anything too seriously, especially herself, but when it came to her Order duties she was as devoted as the other members. She made life seem so much less complicated, but if he told her things would become, more serious.

All the others had found out some how or another but he had insisted to Sirius he tell Tonks what he was, Sirius thought he was being stupid and had told him repeatedly she "wouldn't give a shit". In fact (unknown to Remus) Sirius thought it may make her like him even more. Remus felt his eye lids being pulled shut, but the cold marble of the counter kept him awake, he was just about to go to bed when-

"Hey there! Awake?"

"SIRIUS!" barked Remus, for Remus' best friend since he was eleven had gone and poured a glass of ice-cold water over his head.

"In what context of the physically world did-" Sirius had already switched off "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?"

"I was doing you a favor, Tonks will be here in half an hour and I'm not having you put of telling her anymore." Remus stormed over to the other side of the kitchen and got out a dishcloth. He started to rub his hair, which had been dripping all over his robes and the floor.

Sirius continued "You're going to have to tell her sometime."

"Why?" At least he had calmed down enough not to shout.

"Because, oh lets see, apart from the fact that it will be as obvious as hell when you start having mood swings and that she's the only one in the Order who doesn't know…" He paused in mock thoughtfulness. "Oh yeah, Tonks practically lives here. That's all."

Tonks had her own room and some spare clothes at Grimuald Place and she stayed there a lot. Remus had seen her flat, it was rather small and he had his suspicions that there was mould growing in her bathroom. He had no complaints about her staying with them and he was glad to have her company. A light suddenly went on in his head.

"Sirius, when are the Weasleys coming to stay?"

"Couple of days," Sirius replied, rummaging through a cupboard for a snack. "Why?"

"Just wondering, be strange to have the house so full. By the way the dog biscuits are in the larder."

"Haha" said Sirius but went out to the larder all the same. "Stop trying to change the subject," shouted Sirius's disembodied voice from the larder. "You're telling her."

"Eye-eye captain," said Lupin, in a voice so dry he momentarily reminded him self of Snape, and that was never good.

Sirius found a box of what he assured Remus were digestives and had gone to bed. This left Remus alone with the clock and the radio, which was playing some completely a evry strange version of Time After Time. It was slow and self pitying. He was starting to feel afraid, because in two minutes everything would change. He liked this woman, she was…no. He had wanted to think 'different'. Different was stating the obvious, no. She was… out of the ordinary.

"Then you say go slow, I fall behind, the second hand unwinds"

He really hadn't known her that long, about three weeks. Just his luck. One minute now. Would it be that bad? Had he just built it up in his mind? He had imagined the moment over and over the last few days and for some reason he imagined her being angry, Yelling saying how could he do this, be what he was. But would she?

Time had run out as Remus heard the front door forced open, then close softy as to not wake up Mrs. Black.

"Wotcher Remus!" smiled Tonks, she had no idea.

"Could I talk to you?"

"Sure" said Tonks brightly and sat opposite him at the kitchen counter.

Tonks sat and waited. She could see Remus fidgeting and he kept opening his mouth as if to talk and then stopped, this wasn't like him he usually was very articulate. Well she had all night…

"The thing is" he finally began,

"There is something…that… you should – well… know about me that you…" he stumbled over his words. "…don't know, that is to say…"

He took a deep breath and for the first time that evening made eye contact with her.

"There is something I need to tell you".

Those words were never good, she had heard them accompanied by I'm gay, I'm moving, and I'm married. God if he was married, please don't be married or gay. Please not gay…

"You see, I'm a werewolf."

She sat there for a couple of minutes, not moving, not blinking. Then squinted a bit and shook her head.

"Can't see it."

"What?" said Remus, looking over his shoulder.

"Funny, normally you can see a sort of wolf-ish look about werewolves in there human state." She stops still squinting and tilting her head "it's so subtle you wouldn't see it unless you looked for it, but with you, not at all."

"You mean you're okay with it?" he asked eagerly.

"You're the one who has to live with it why should I be okay with it?" she was looking really confused. "What did you expect me to do run away screaming?" she was now sounding quite annoyed.

"

"I, I was just really worried about telling you, I-"

"I thought we we're friends" Tonks said this trying her hardest to keep the hurt out of her voice. "What, did you think I would think you were diseased, be afraid of you?" she shook her head, showing she did not expect him to answer the question. "Sorry," she said, in a small voice that did not seem like her own. "I'm not taking this very well, it's just if you were a complete prick or a death eater of something then it would have been alright , but ... you just seem so…"

She searches for the word "human".

"The reason I told you now" he continued, "is that tomorrow it will be three days until the full moon. Generally I tend to get a little…" He got stuck for words "Cranky before full moon and you don't want to know about afterwards."

She had been in a world of her own and not taken in what Remus has said. She looked at him, her eyes watering and slightly fearing the answer she would get to the question she was about to ask.

"How long have you been cursed?"

"Since I was eight years old." This time he was straight to the point.

"Right" she nodded. Tonks got up from her seat and put a hand on his shoulder. "If there is ever anything I can do, you must tell me."

"Okay."

"I mean it," she said forcefully

"So do I," he reassured her.

Tonks turned to leave, taking her hand of his shoulder and then she felt something.

"Remus…" she said, while pulling back the top of his robes trying to see his shoulder.

'Tonks." He moved trying to cover it back up. Tonks drew her wand and pointed it at the

middle of Remus's face. She gave him a "you know I would hex you" stare and pulled back his robes to see a deep black gash down his arm. It had healed up, but with a huge scab that she could feel through the top of his robes.

"Why don't you go to St. Mungo's?"

"There's only so much they can do."

"They can help!" cried Tonks.

Remus sighed, people never understood this. He stood up and put his hand on the side of her face brushing away a tear. Remus looked at her, her blue eyes watering. He hugged her and they stood there for a minute. Tonk's head rested on his shoulder then she pulled away from him.

"I'm being stupid," she smiled, her face free of tears. "And Remus" she said as she approached the foot of the stairs. "Why the fuck are you so wet?"

"Sirius."

"Say no more, night"

"Goodnight."

'A trip to the moon on gossamer wings. All right for some,' thought Remus.

Ps- Thanks goes to Phil H the best person EVER . Please Review , this is my first (proper) Tonks/Lupin.