Ok so this is the first chapter that we wrote together. I hope it blends ok; we spent a lot of time trying to make sure it flowed. I'm sure if you notice anything off you'll let me know. As this is the first project Jo's taken to in a long time she's keen to see what everyone thinks too!

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It was what Danny needed, the searing hot lips on his sealing that trust, reminding him what he was doing, and who he was doing it for. In that moment Danny knew that he would do anything to keep Scott safe. The kiss had melted the fear and brought him back to reality. He took Scott's head in his hands and smiled softly as he looked into those melting chocolate eyes.

'Everything is fine we'll meet the pack soon and things will be as they should.' Danny promised, his lips seeking Scott's again.

'I know Danny but right now I'm scared, but it's a good scared, I don't understand it but I do know I want this to be over as much as you do.' Scott said, like he was pleading, like Danny could suddenly fix all his problems. Danny desperately wanted to, he wanted to be at home relaxing with his boyfriend and watching an action movie instead of being in one.

'Yeah babe and until then I've got your back.' Danny whispered softly. He wanted to remind Scott of what they had. Danny never did anything short of perfect, and his relationship with Scott was one of those things. Danny loved perfection; everything had to be right and had to have its place.

'I've got yours too.' Scott whispered. He ran his hand up Danny's leg, stopping with his fingernail catching the seam of the zipper. For half a second Danny was ready to ask him to carry on, but he knew he couldn't. They didn't have time. Perhaps one more kiss.

'One for the road?' Danny said as he pressed his warm lips to Scott's. Scott still tasted like the liquorice they'd shared earlier in the evening. Danny pulled away and turned the ignition, revving the car to life. Scott sat on in silence as they started to move, gazing at the blurring landscape through the darkness. Danny smiled softly as the sandman took his boyfriend for an hour or so.

Danny looked over at Scott, he was so cute lying back in the seat, head propped against the window. If he looked hard enough there was a tiny river of drool pooling at the corner of his mouth. Danny smiled and turned his focus to the road. They drove another few miles before lights in the distance caught Danny's attention. There was a road block ahead. 'Damn it' he thought mumbling to himself 'Keep calm Danny everything is fine.'

He assessed his options, but he only really had one despite the fact that his wolf was considering tailing it to the cover of the trees. His human self was forcing his conscience to stay right where they were. After all they had nothing to hide; they were just two guys heading on a road trip.

Scott stirred form his slumber, aware that the rhythmic purring of the engine had stopped. 'What's going on?' Panic spiked in his voice.

'Nothing babe just relax. It's just a road block, probably an accident or something.' Danny said putting his hand on Scott's leg. Scott calmed slightly, but not enough. Danny needed him completely calm or the wolf would take over like it so often did with Scott.

'What if they are on to us? What do we do?' Scott asked, his voice rising slightly. Danny squeezed his leg, almost on the side of painful.

'Chill Scott we haven't done anything wrong.' It was times like this that Danny forgot how new to this Scott was. He tried to relax himself, hoping his calming aura would seep into Scott. Danny knew Scott missed the pack a lot; he missed the security and dependency of that. Danny had never had a pack until he fell in love with Scott; it was just him and his mom. He also knew Scott would never admit how much he missed the pack, as if it was a slight on Danny.

Danny rolled down the window at the approaching officer. Flashing his best smile he spoke 'Nice evening officer, can I help you?'

'Licence and registration please.' The policeman said in a gruff tone.

Handing it over Danny took the opportunity to scent the air. There was nothing immediately intimidating about him but there was something underlying that Danny didn't trust. The officer recently had donuts and coffee and to Danny's delicate nose he needed a shower. Badly. Normally BO was something he was able to deal with but this policeman was so stale Danny's back teeth ached with it.

'Everything seems in order.' The officer said handing over the documents, and eyeing the car suspiciously. Danny smiled softly at him. It was his fake smile now; the smell was getting to him. 'So where you guys headed too?'

'St Louis.' Danny said with a curl of his lips, like it was the last place he wanted to go.

'Visiting relatives.' Scott put in beside him. Scott was leaning over, his hand resting on Danny's leg to keep his balance.

'Nice place, I have folks there.' The officer said. His tone was polite but he was eyeing Scott's hand on Danny's leg now. Danny was starting to dislike this man more and more.

'They think so.' Scott replied. Danny sank his fingers deeper into the steering wheel. All he wanted was to get away from here, his wolf was getting aggravated he didn't trust his surroundings. It was taking all his strength to control the low growls and the urge to tear this cop's throat out. The guy's eyes were travelling over Scott in a way Danny didn't appreciate.

'Sorry for the delay fellas, we've had a few suspicious crimes round here lately. Seems like a mini crime wave of sorts.' He said. His voice was husky. Did Danny smell excitement or arousal under the BO and coffee? It was hard to pin down.

'Really seems pretty quiet round here.' Scott said conversationally, looking around them as if some crime were about to be committed. Danny shot a look at Scott the glare was enough to warn him to tread carefully.

'You'd think that...' The officer said quietly but his attention was back on Danny, eyes dragging over his body. Danny suppressed a shudder; this man was starting to disgust him. Scott was about to reply when the cars ahead started to roll forward. Danny was never so relieved to be on the move again.

'Take care boys.' The Officer called after them slapping the roof of the car obnoxiously. Danny waved from the window tension flowing through his body the wolf finally settling away from the threat.

'What the hell was all that about?' Danny spat at Scott, his eyes flashing amber for a second.

'What? I was only making conversation.' Scott defended himself. His voice sounded hurt. Danny didn't want to hurt him but he needed Scott to be a little more cautious about how much conversation to get into with strangers. They weren't in Beacon Hills anymore.

'We were lucky back there, despite the fact you kept dragging attention to yourself.' Danny said. His jaw tightened at the thought of what could have happened, at the smell of the cop. He fancied he could still smell him now, hanging around the car.

'Lucky? Danny we did nothing, it was routine, he said so.' Scott said softly, turning to look at Danny. Danny ignored the puppy dog look he was getting.

'Did you even take a moment to assess who or what you were talking to?' Danny snapped. He needed Scott to understand, he needed to teach Scott, to educate him. This world was dangerous for him and one of the things that frightened Danny most was not being around to protect the man he loved.

'Hey I'm relatively new to all this. I'm still honing my skill, but that was a regular officer.' Scott defended himself sulkily. Danny glanced towards him; he was wearing a pretty pout. Danny wanted to kiss it away.

'No Scott that was appearance only. If you had taken two minutes you would have realised he was much more.' Danny said. He could still picture those bloodshot eyes drifting over Scott's body and then his own, taking them in, absorbing every detail of their appearance. Danny wasn't sure if the man was a hunter but he sure knew he wasn't just looking at two teenage boys on a road trip.

'A wolf?' Scott asked doubtfully. Danny knew Scott was sceptical, unable to smell the unique wolf scent rolling off the man. Danny would have had trouble finding it himself under the dried sweat and stale food.

'He could have been a hunter; I just hope our cover wasn't blown.' Danny said. He was debating whether to stop in St Louis or drive through it. Derek had told them to stop in St Louis, but Danny wasn't sure if he had a task to complete. He knew Derek had someone meeting Jackson and Stiles but that wasn't scheduled for a few days yet.

'Shit.' Scott squirmed. 'I'm sorry, I'll be more careful in future. I can't believe I put you in danger.' Scott said. His voice sounded cut.

'Hey, baby, I love you, ok, we can handle this. We will handle this. You'll see.' Danny said putting his hand in Scott's. 'Go for a nap, I'll wake you when we get there.' He was surprised when moments later Scott was sleeping.

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The room was not what Danny was expecting, it was far from his standard of acceptable, but it would have to do. The less conspicuous they were the better. Turning the sticky door knob they entered the unexpectedly spacious room. It was a low budget motel but it was the easiest place Danny could find. He was beat and needed sleep. Flicking on the switch the light bulb stuttered for second before a meagre glow struggled to spread light into the room. Scott stood in the middle of the floor letting his eyes adjust. A stale smell hung in the air, Danny didn't want to guess what it was.

Danny had made a bee line for the furthest of the two queen sized beds. He flopped down on his back and let the mattress swallow his tired body. He covered his eyes with his forearm to block out his surroundings; he need time to adjust, to pick up on any noise that might be a threat before settling in for the night.

His ears pricked to the sounds that were surprisingly loud. He could hear Scott shuffling round the room, unpacking the food they bought, the crisp crunch of the paper bag as Scott spilled its contents on to the plastic top of the cheap table. He could hear Scott trying to be quiet but he seemed noisier. Danny didn't mind, he liked the sound of Scott in the room.

Scott lifted the overnight bag from the floor and let it bounce on the vacant bed and started to unzip it. Danny clenched his jaw at the sound of the zip, his heart ached for a second, remembering that same sound only weeks ago as they sealed his mother's corpse into a black body bag. He heard Scott quickly unzip the rest, and then he heard the shocked thump of Scott's heartbeat. He didn't move, this was Scott's moment. He knew Scott was looking at the black gun bulging out of a hand towel. He wondered what Scott was thinking as he looked at the deadly weapon. He closed that thought off, Scott would talk eventually. Right now Danny was too tired to probe him about his feelings.
Danny nestled deeper into the mattress. He knew it was too soft for him but right now he was too tired to care. Next door he could hear a couple going at it like rabbits, rolling his eyes he puffed out a frustrated sigh. Really he wished he had the energy to fuck Scott into submission and show the neighbours how it should be done, let them hear what Scott sounded like when he howled. He broke that line of thought quickly as his jeans tightened.

Scott had opened a bottle of water and he fancied he could taste it in his own mouth. He didn't realise he was thirsty. He could hear Scott swallow the water, and he imagined the bob of his Adams apple as it moved with the liquid. Scott kicked his sneakers off and Danny felt a hand around his ankle, lifting his leg slightly until Scott was able to work the laces of his boots and ease them off Danny's feet, dragging the two day old socks with them.

Danny was sure his feet stank but Scott didn't complain, and honestly Danny couldn't smell anything that bad. Scott scratched Danny's ankles where his socks had marked his skin and Danny groaned loudly revelling in the attention. His hand worked up his calf slightly before he dropped Danny's leg back to the bed.

There was a moment of silence. Danny wanted to look at Scott, to see what his boyfriend was up to but his arm was like lead and refused to be moved from over his eyes. He was sure if he did move them he would get a flash of that awful dreary sage green wall paper with pink flowers peeling in the top corner of the room, he wasn't ready to see that horrific sight just yet. The bed shifted at his ankles, and Scott was crawling up his body. He settled over Danny's hips, his fingers going to the leather belt at his hips, and then drifting further. He scratched Danny's belly under the waistband of his boxer shorts and Danny groaned again. He couldn't help but enjoy the attention Scott was giving him.

'Turn over.' Scott said, speaking for the first time since he asked the room number.

Danny did as he was told, twisting as Scott lifted himself awkwardly. He settled back down on Danny's bum and pushed the blue t-shirt up he was wearing. Then Danny groaned in pleasure as Scott's nails worked over his back, scratching all his favourite leaned forward and finished his scratchy message with a kiss to Danny's cheek. 'Thank you.' Danny said. 'I didn't know I needed that.'

'I always know what you need.' Scott said, nipping Danny's earlobe and hopping off his body. 'Do you want to watch television?'

Danny grinned as he rolled onto his back. Maybe he should have let Scott drive more, then he would have less energy and want to sleep like Danny did but Danny couldn't deny Scott anything. 'Sure why not.'

'I'll keep it low and turn it off if you fall asleep.' Scott promised rolling his hoodie in to a ball and chucking it on the other bed in the room. He grabbed the television remote and tossed it in the air a few times before it finally landed beside Danny. Scott kicked his jeans off, leaving them in a heap on the floor and crawled onto the bed Danny was lounging on. 'Maybe you should take your clothes off.' Scott said with a curve of the lips.

'Maybe I should.' Danny said, dragging the shirt over his head and standing to remove his jeans. He folded his clothes and set them on a chair by the window, and then he tidied up the mess Scott had made, laying his boyfriends clothes with his own. He put their shoes under the bottom of the bed, side by side, and organised the food Scott had dumped on the table. Finally he lifted the gun Scott had found and set it by the pillow he intended to use. He emptied the overnight bag they shared, putting their clothes on the bottom of the other bed for easy access and set the bag by the door. They would need some sort of laundry system he realised. He tried to hide a grin, was this what life would be like for them in the future, minus the hand gun he held between his fingers.

'Danny come to bed, you're going to fall asleep where you stand.' Scott pleaded from his place in the middle of the queen bed.

'Ok.' Danny said lifting the covers and sliding in beside Scott. He lay down, his head pillowed at Scott's side as Scott's eyes were glued to the television, watching some sort of old horror movie. 'What's this?' He asked with a yawn.

'It's one of Stiles's favourite movies, White Zombie. Made way back in the thirties.' Scott explained his hand reaching out to brush through Danny's hair. 'I wonder what he's doing now.'

Danny couldn't be bothered to think of an answer, he was finally relaxed enough to sleep.

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Next up, Jackson and Stiles!