Title: A Werewolf and a Lawyer

Author: Shlane

Ratings: T (for now, may have to raise it later)

Pairings: Warren/Kyle, (Later, Mercy/Adam and Charles/Anna)

Warnings: Slash, violence, swearing, sexual content (no worse then in the books)

Discalimer: If you recognise it, it's not mine (some dialogue is taken directly from the novels by Patricia Briggs)

Summery: The Mercy Thompson series through the eyes of Kyle, because there's really not enough of him and Warren in the series.

Moon Called – Part 1

Warren had been on edge for days, something was stressing him out but once again he wouldn't tell me what it was, all he would say was that it was something to do with his friend Adam who I had never actually met and our mutual friend Mercy, both were missing. That much I could figure out on my own when my repeated calls to her house weren't answered. A woman called Auriele had phoned to tell Warren about what ever it was that was going on but after that there had been nothing. No calls from anyone and that seemed to get Warren more agitated than if someone had called.

There had been one up side to Warren been so stressed and that was that I got plenty of opportunities to distress him. Not that he managed to stay relaxed for very long. We were laid on the bed having just finished a round of relaxing bed games, when the Warren's cell rang. He answered it in a flash, "Warren, here. Is this you, Mercy? Where have you been? Do you know where Adam and Jesse are?"

Shit, I thought, his friend's daughter was missing too? This was bad, what the hell was Warren, and now it seemed Adam and possibly Mercy, caught up in?

I couldn't hear what she said in response but Warren's tone suddenly became cold, "Who was that?" Warren said as he headed towards the bathroom, just before he closed the door I heard him ask, "Is this a coup?"

What the hell was going on where that was a question that you had to ask, for what felt like the hundredth time I wondered if Warren was caught up in gang or drug dealing. I climbed off the bed and started dressing, it was clear that the fun and games were over for the evening so I pulled on clean dark slacks and a purple button down shirt, since I wasn't planning on going anywhere I left the top couple of buttons undone.

When Warren emerged from the bathroom he looked marginally better than he had early but it was a narrow margin. He sighed tiredly as he sat down on the bed. "Mercy's fine and Adam's alive." He told me.

"But not Adam's daughter?" I asked as I sat down beside him. He looked at me surprised, "I'm paid to be observant Warren and you were only on the other side of the room when you mentioned her, Jesse's his daughter right?"

"Yeah." He said tiredly.

"Warren, what's going on?"

He rubbed his eyes, "I don't know."

"What are you caught up in?" I ask though I already had a feeling that he wouldn't tell me, "Is it gangs? Drugs?"

"It's nothing you need to worry about." He assured me. That wasn't an answer but it was the same one he always gave. "But we're having visitors."

I looked up and down his nude form appreciating, "Don't you think you might want to put some clothes on?" I asked raising an eyebrow, "I was under the impression I was the only one allowed to see that?"

Warren glanced down, only then seeming to notice he was naked, "You're right." I relaxed on the bed and enjoyed the view as my lover got dressed in jeans, without holes, and a shirt that had seen an iron at some point recently, if nothing else I was good for Warren's dress sense. When he was dressed he joined me on the bed, laying his head on my chest.

I brushed my fingers through his hair, "You've been so worried love, why won't you let me help?"

"I can't."

"You won't." I corrected, "I want to help you Warren. Why won't you let me in?" Rather than answering me this time, with either denials or lies, Warren was contented to lay silently and doodle shapes on my clothed chest. Sighing I kissed his hair, knowing I'd get nothing from him. We stayed that way until Warren suddenly jumped up and sped down the stairs and out the front door, I wasn't sure he had actually stopped to put shoes on before he went outside.

I followed at a more sedate pace and stopped in the hallway to slip my shoes on, if we were having guests I didn't know I wasn't wandering round in bare feet, as I did so I noticed that Warren had in fact stopped to pull on his battered pair of cowboy boots though he must have set a new world record for getting them on. Then I took a peek out of the front window and saw Warren standing beside the open side door of Mercy's van, even that far away he looked tense.

I watched for a while but when it looked like they were about to head inside I went into the kitchen and grabbed myself a drink of water, as I downed the glass I heard the front door open and the sound of Warren's footsteps on the stairs. When I'd rinsed the glass in the sink I went back into the living room I found Mercy perusing Warren's large and eclectic book collection and a strange man sitting on the sofa.

I leant against the kitchen doorway in what Warren likes to call my pretty boy pose. "Oh, Mercy," I said in a soft voice. "This one is pretty. Why aren't you flirting with him?" I might have been acting the stereotypical gay man but it could be beneficial in the long run, it tended to cause people to underestimate me which I could then turn to my advantage.

The unknown man stiffened and he did not seem happy, I guessed he didn't like gays, either that or lawyer but since I hadn't told him my job I was going to assume the disapproval was due to my sexual preference.

"Good to see you," Mercy said. "This is an old friend visiting from Montana." She turned to the man, "Samuel, this is Kyle Brooks. Kyle, meet Dr. Samuel Cornick."

I pushed off the door frame and strolled into the living room, pausing to kiss Mercy lightly on the cheek I took a seat next to the disapproving Dr Cornick, closer than a straight man would generally be comfortable with another man sitting. When this didn't get a reaction I moved on to a more direct approach and put my hand on his knee. I don't back away from disapproval or confrontation and I flirtation as a weapon.

When Warren came back downstairs he paused for a moment at the sight my hand in Dr Cornick's leg and didn't look happy about it, but whether that was from jealousy or a reaction to what ever stress he had been under for the past few days I wasn't sure. I thought he knew me well enough to know that while I joked about flirting or used it to make others uncomfortable, it was never serious.

"Kyle, it might be a good idea to take a few days and check out the state of your house." He kept his tone even but that Texas drawl that I love was gone. "I'm hiding someone for a few days. It's not illegal, but it won't be safe here until he's gone."

"Darling," I told him, keeping my voice light, "If you don't want me around, I'm gone. I suppose I'll accept Geordi's invitation for Thanksgiving, shall I?" One of my partners at the law firm had invited me to Thanksgiving again this year; I think she felt sorry for me knowing that I didn't get along with my family. I had no intention of doing so but it would stop Warren feeling too bad for basically throwing me out. I didn't want him to be hurt.

"It's just for a couple of days," said Warren, his heart in his eyes, this was hard for him to do. It seemed like he wanted me there even as he was sending me away. This secret double life of his was really starting to bother me.

"Does this have something to do with what you've been so upset about the past couple of days?" I asked. I did not like the way Warren glanced at Dr Cornick quickly before he nodded, in fact if it wasn't for Mercy, who I trusted implicitly, introducing him I'd have been tempted to throw him out of the house, something about him put me on the defensive. "All right. A couple of days. I'll leave my stuff here."

"I'll call you." Warren promised.

"You do that." I said knowing that if I got an explanation for tonight it would only be lies, Warren was keeping something from and it was starting to come between us.

I managed to close the door gently behind me, resisting the temptation to slam it like a jilted lover, even if that was what I felt like. I made it as far as my car but after that I jus sat behind the wheel and stared into space.

There was something going on, something bad and my Warren was caught up in the middle of it. He promised it was nothing illegal but a part of me wondered, he'd been keeping secrets from me for a long time now.

I always expected a new relationship to have secrets, it was inevitable that there are simply things you didn't want to tell someone immediately or simply things that didn't come up. However Warren and I had been dating for months, I practically lived at his house and yet still the secrets remained. Even as I started to tell mine he kept quite, I knew next to nothing about his family, save that they weren't around any more, or about his childhood.

And it was more than that people would call at all hours and he'd disappear without a word. It almost sounded like something I would hear at work and as divorce attorney late night phone calls and disappearances only ever meant one thing. Infidelity.

I didn't want to believe it, Warren seemed devoted to me and he never looked at other men, even in the joking fashion I did. But then how many women do I hear every year saying that they never thought their husband would cheat on them until it happened. Still for some reason an affair just didn't seem to be the explanation.

So what options did that leave? Gangs? Drugs? Something else illegal? Warren had denied them all but still the possibility lingered in my mind, after all what other explanation could there be for hiding someone at his house, someone who's presence made it too dangerous for me to stay. From the phone call earlier I assumed that Adam's daughter had been kidnapped and earlier he'd asked Mercy if it was a coup, was it possible for there to be an explanation for everything that had happened that wasn't illegal?

I realised that for the first time I was truly angry at Warren. Before now we'd argued occasionally, usually followed by great make up sex, and he'd annoyed me with his secrets but now I was really angry.

He was putting himself in a situation he had admitted was dangerous and he wouldn't tell me anything. He kept pushing me away and damn it, I'd had enough. I didn't need to know everything, if he though it was really necessary to keep that part of his life separate from the life we had together than I could accept that. But he needed to at least tell me something about what was going on, he needed to let me in. But less than an hour ago he had proved yet again that he refused to do that when he had refused to tell me what was going on. Damn it! He wouldn't even tell me what was going on when it was a mutual friend.

And on the subject of friends, Warren had several that he occasionally mentioned by name, including the Adam that I assumed was the man currently hiding at Warren's house, but Mercy was the only one I had ever met. They called the house or his cell at odd hours and he'd disappear, sometimes for the rest of the night only to return without an explanation and occasionally with cuts or bruises that seemed to heal remarkably quickly.

I was almost starting to think that he didn't want me to know about this, what ever it was, because he didn't want me as a part of his life. Certainly not the permanent part that I could see myself being.

As I stared straight ahead I knew that this would either make or break this relationship, if Warren wouldn't open up and tell me something about what was going on then we wouldn't last because I'd had enough of been pushed out of his life. It hurt damn it, feeling like he didn't want me there.

I was surprised when I heard the passenger door open. I glanced to the side and wasn't all that surprised to see that it was Mercy. "Take us to Howard Amon Park," She told me.

To Be Continued

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