Author Notes:

This is the requested sequel to my fic 'Rewards', and really won't make sense if you don't read that first. I won't do an intro, so it will be assumed that you know what is going on from the previous fic. I am sorry about that, if you think it irritating, but I am naturally lazy. ;)

I want to thank all my reviewers of 'Rewards', I am grateful you took the time to write.

In 'Rewards' I wrote in Remus' POV, and I will continue to do so, but with a dose of Sirius too.

This fic picks up the morning after Rewards ends; so you can assume only the full moon night has passed.

Warnings:

Contains Slash, (SB/RL,) and potential references to past depression and suicidal thoughts.

Pairings:

SB/RL and JP/LP

Disclaimer

I own nothing. Sob…

Every one has to adapt now that the Marauders (minus Peter) have returned.

Sirius' POV

"Are you ok carrying him?" my best-friend asks me.

I look over at him, bemused,

"What do you suggest I do if I'm not?"

"Err…"

"It's fine, Prongs," I tell him. "He isn't heavy."

We continue across the field in silence. I am cradling my exhausted Mate to my chest, and Prongs strolls along beside me. We head back to the Burrow.

"Hey!" Lily grins and comes over to meet us.

When I say 'us', I mean that's what she pretends. She does, of course, only have eyes for my deer friend.

Ah, my jokes are just so original.

I stand and wait for them to stop kissing, while shifting Remus slightly in my arms. He mutters in his sleep and wraps his arms tighter around my neck, his face now pressed into the left side of my neck.

"How is he?" she asks, finally.

"Getting heavier," I tell her.

She and Prongs laugh,

"Well, I think we'll stand here a little longer then."

I stick my tongue out at him,

"I think I'll hit you later."

"Promises promises…" Prongs waves his hand dismissively.

"No, Prongs," I correct him, "'spanking' is a good thing, not hitting."

He blushes instantly,

"Gees, I hate you," he tells me.

I grin,

"Can we go in now?"

"Oh, is he ok?" Molly comes to the door, looking concerned.

"Yeah," I tell her, "just tired and a little clingy. Nothing unusual."

"Bring him inside," she beckons. "You can get him dressed."

I nod and follow her in. My Mate is currently wrapped in a blanket Prongs brought with us, as his clothes do not survive the transformation.

I get Moony dressed, which is no easy task, as he won't release his vice-grip on my neck. I carry him back down to the lounge.

"Is he ok?" Harry appears from Ron's room.

I nod,

"He's fine."

I practically collapse onto the sofa with Moony still in my arms. I shift him to sit up a little more, and rub his back comfortingly.

"Is he always like that?" Harry asks his father.

Prongs shrugs,

"Pretty much. He is awake briefly after he transformed, but then he falls asleep again until about eleven."

"He didn't that time in third year…" Harry objects, turning to me.

"Nah," I agree, "that's because I wasn't there. He reverted back to what he did before we met, which is struggle though the day exhausted."

"Shush, sleeping…" Moony mutters.

I rub his arm as he shifts slightly in my arms.

Prongs grins at Harry's worried face,

"Relax, he doesn't mind really. He's fine."

"Do you boys want some tea?" Molly asks.

I laugh at being called a 'boy', but nod,

"Yes, thanks, Molly."

"Yeah, me too," Prongs nods. "Thanks."

"Will he…?" she gestures to Moony.

"Not right now, thanks," I tell her.

She nods and heads off to the kitchen.

Ron wanders in followed by Ginny, he opens his mouth but I interrupt,

"Moony is fine, he is always tired and clingy after a full moon, so can everyone stop asking?"

Ron laughs easily,

"Sure, mate. Hey, does this mean he'll stop growling at us all?"

Prongs laughs,

"Yeah, probably. He was just grouchy because of his lack of a sex life without Padfoot."

Lily swats him on the arm.

"Have we actually done the introductions?" I ask.

"No," Prongs shakes his head and smirks. "But I am going to go out on a limb and say that you're Arthur's kids?"

Harry snorts with laughter,

"Yeah. This is my best friend Ron and his sister Ginny. The twins, Fred and George, have moved out, and so have Percy, Charlie and Bill," he pauses. "I'm sure you guys recognise my mum and dad?"

Ron nods, and looks between Harry and Prongs and back again,

"Creepy…"

"Charming!" Prongs huffs.

Ron blushes, but realises Prongs is just exercising his Marauder sense of humour.

I hear my Mate mutter under his breath, and his head lifts from my shoulder as he opens his eyes,

"Padfoot?"

"Hey, Moony," I greet him. "I'm right here, Love. You're fine."

He looks around at the others and his arms release my neck. He grips my robes tightly as he surveys them in silence. The whole room is quiet as they are watched.

"Safe then?" he asks. He always sounds childish and submissive after the moon.

"Yeah, you're perfectly safe, Moony," I tell him. "Go back to sleep."

He looks over at the clock, (the one that tells the time, not the other one).

"9 o'clock," he states.

"Yes, Love. Now go back to sleep. I'm right here."

He nods and wraps his arms round my chest as he falls asleep.

"He's so cute!" Ginny exclaims.

James grins,

"What I don't understand is why he fell for Padfoot."

I snort,

"Yeah, well I don't understand why Evans fell for you!"

"That's because of Quidditch, and 'cos I'm a genuinely great guy!" Prongs exclaims.

"Modest too," Lily rolls her eyes.

Prongs grins,

"See! She is just falling over her self to list my qualities."

We laugh easily, but my bark-like laugh seems to disturb my Mate, as his grip round my chest tightens drastically. I wince and try to pry his arms off to save my ribs.

"You need help, Padfoot?" Prongs sounds suddenly concerned. "I think your face is turning blue."

I shoot him a withering look, then emit a small squeak as his grip tightens again.

"You know, I've told you before about letting him hold you like that," he tells me unhelpfully as he stands up and moves over. "Moony, wake up!"

Prongs shakes his shoulder as I continue to try and breathe.

I hear my Mate grunt and look up sleepily.

"Hey, Moony, fancy letting Padfoot breathe now?" Prongs asks.

He releases me instantly,

"Padfoot, I'm so sorry… I didn't mean to… I'm sorry…" his eyes fill with tears.

"Shh…" I murmur, as I kiss him gently. "I'm fine and I love you."

He smiles contentedly and nuzzles his face back under my chin.

"Is he growling?" Ron asks after a minute.

"No," Prongs shakes his head.

"He purrs," Lily gushes suddenly, "isn't it cute?"

"Aww!" Ginny clearly agrees. I silently agree, but to let Prongs get hold of such ammo would be suicidal.

"Werewolves purr?" Harry sounds sceptical.

I shrug lightly,

"This one does."

Later, Remus' POV

I wake up slowly, feeling refreshed.

"Padfoot?"

"Hey Moony," I can hear he is grinning. "You feel awake now?"

"Yes, thank you," I tell him. "Where are we?"

"The Weasley's living room," I hear James tell me.

"Oh," I look around and realise I am in a room full of people. "Err…"

Being surrounded by friends is normally a good thing, but as I am currently curled up in my Mate's arms it is rather embarrassing.

I notice Ginny mouth 'Cute!' to Lily, and she grins in response.

"I'm cute?" I ask.

The girls start giggling and Sirius snorts lightly,

"Course you are, Love," he tells me. "But you're all mine."

I sigh happily and rest against his shoulder,

"What time is it?"

"Ten passed eleven," Sirius tells me.

Simultaneously Prongs announces,

"Time for elevenses!"

"Hungry," I agree.

"Ah, well we'd better find you some food," Prongs grins. "Shame on you, Padfoot, for not feeding your doggy!"

"I'm not a doggy," I object. "I'm a werewolf."

"A cute, fluffy, hug-able canine," Prongs teases, "so definitely a doggy!"

Later

"That was lovely, thank you, Molly," I smile pleasantly.

"Yeah, it really hit the spot!" James beams.

Molly smiles,

"You're welcome."

"We'll help…" Sirius stands up to clear up.

"No no!" she objects. "You are guests, you just sit there and relax."

"You're sure?"

"Yes, sit down," she smiles.

Sirius nods and sinks back into his seat.

She gathers up the remains of dinner and takes them off to the sink.

"You're getting along better with her," I murmur.

He nods,

"Probably because we are no longer fighting over Harry."

I look over at James and Harry, who seem to be discussing Quidditch and the state of the league tables with Ron.

"He has James now," I state.

"He doesn't need protecting, is more like it," Sirius murmurs as he leans over to kiss my neck.

I whimper quietly,

"God, I missed you, Padfoot…"

"Mmm…" he agrees as the line of kisses extends up past my ear and to my nose, then down to my lips.

I wrap my arms around him as our tongues duel.

"Hey!" James calls. "I thought we agreed to no kissing at the table?"

"That was then…" I murmur.

"This is now…" Sirius grins as his hands stray up and down my back.

Author notes:

Well, hello again. I am sorry I have taken so long to post this, but I was away. Also I couldn't seem to get it right. I think I am happy with this version, though. I hope you like it, and I will hopefully get the next chapter out soon.

The title of this story is subject to revision, so if you have any ideas…

Thanks for reading.

PS As before, if you spot any spelling errors, etc, can you please point them out to me? Thanks again.

PPS Heh heh, it has been pointed out to me that 'Adaption' isn't a word, though my computer seems to think it is. Thanks to Larna Mandrea for noting that, and I do feel very silly… I have changed the title to 'Adaptation' which, hopefully, is a word! I would still like your input if you think it should be changed.