Heeeeey! I know I said it was a one-shot, but you all wanted another chapter, and I couldn't let this idea go! So I present to you, the second chapter of Mongrel!

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nuddin. I don't even own anything I've bought this month, as everything I've bought are Christmas gifts.

My waking up sucked even more then the day before.

For starters, I felt crappy. No, not crappy. I felt Really Damn Shitty. My head felt like I'd drank too much, my stomach felt sea sick, my bones ached like they'd all gotten their metaphorical wisdom teeth pulled, and the rest of me felt like every other non-cliché I can come up with.

But at least I wasn't cold.

I realized then that I was holding something hard and warm. I opened my eyes and saw with a jolt that it was Christophe.

I blushed like a tomato and tried to move away. I blushed even harder when I realized he was shirtless, and all I had on was a bra and underwear. Whoa, Dru. What the hell did you drink last night?

Then I remembered the whole river incident, and it came rushing back to me. I almost groaned- that had not been fun.

Christophe held me still. "Good morning, Dru." He said in a pleasant voice. "Excuse me while I put the dog out."

I twisted around in his arms. Graves stood in the doorway, green eyes lasering past me and burning into Christophe. The door was swinging like he'd pushed it hard. "Did you touch her?" He demanded furiously.

My mind grasped what he meant. "Graves, no-"

Christophe cut me off. "That's none of your business, loup-garou. Now leave before I make you."

"Oh, I'm shaking in my boots." Gravessnapped in a bitingly sarcastic tone. "Did you touch her?"

I decided it was way too early for this crap. "If he did, I was unconscious and I'm going to kick his ass." I piped up. "You didn't, did you?" Christophe shook his head.

"I'll only touch you like that if you're willing." He said in a serious tone. "I promise, kochana."

I nodded. "There. See? He didn't touch me. Now both of you get out so I can get dressed." I said with a lot more finality then I was feeling. I just wanted to crawl back under the covers and sleep until I felt better. "Achoo!"

Okay, so the sneeze threw off my imperiousness. I groaned. "Get out, or I swear I will make both of you sick. Dehors!"

Graves seemed to calm down. "Guess I'd better get out. You're using French."

"Damn straight." I grumbled. "That includes you –Achoo! - mister!" I shoved Christophe out of bed. He smirked and pulled his shirt on while I tried not to miss the feeling of a warm person holding me.

I buried my head in the pillow. Ugh, my hair had made it wet. I made a shoo-fly motion with my hand, and only looked up when the door closed behind them.

I was so sick of their arguing. Had they ever heard of unspoken loathing? I wasn't asking them to like each other. I just wanted them to stop arguing.

I sneezed again, and decided to wear something comfy and warm. And a hot shower was definitely in order.

Once again, the hot water was probably the best part of my day. Is that pathetic or what?

I got out and changed into fuzzy sweats and a T-Shirt. Grabbed an over-sized flannel of Graves and slung it overtop. It smelled of cigarette smoke, clean male, and the moonlight-on-grass tang that all wulfen have.

I lay down in bed and pulled my covers up. My fingers suddenly itched with the urge to draw something, to create. All the sucker attacks lately were getting old fast, and I was tired of destroying lives. Even undead ones.

I reached over and grabbed my sketchbook from the nightstand. I always kept a pencil tucked into its coils, and I pulled it out as I opened it up.

It was a different book then the one I'd had moving around with Dad. That one was still packed in the blue truck, which was packed away itself in some pound who-knows-where.

I flipped through the off-white pages. First there was a still life of Mom's locket. I'd done my best to get every gilded detail perfect, to capture the shine on the polished metal.

After that was a drawing of Nat, grinning her sarcastic half smile, sleek head tilted at that cat-like angle. Huh. Ironic.

Then there was the drawing of Christophe, with that look he sometimes got when he looked at me, really looked, and saw past the tough ass exterior I put up, and saw me.

Saw Dru.

I'd spent a particularly long time on this one. I wanted to get all the highlights in his hair just right, and the shading on his cheeks had to be exact. I didn't normally colour my drawings, but for this I spent time on colouring just his eyes. I'd used five different shades of blue.

Then there was the drawing of Graves, wearing that grin I like best on him. The one where he wasn't putting up his guard, but the one where he was open and enjoying the moment, and his whole face was sunny and bright.

I'd spent a long time on that one, too. I wanted to get every eyelash right, and his hair had to fall just like it did in real life.

There was a few more. One of Shanks and Dibs, one of Dad and Gran.

My fingers told me what they wanted to draw.

"We're going to play the game, Dru."

The thought hurt, but I knew that scene was I wanted to draw. Mom's face leaning over me, eyes big as the moon, and long dark hair falling into my face.

My fingers started roughing in the shapes while my mind was still focused on the memory. I replayed it countless times as I added details, then shading.

It was a couple hours or so before I finished. I took a look at it, and decided it wasn't half bad. Then, however, my day took a turn for the worse.

Oh crap.

My stomach revolted against me. I barely made it to the toilet before puking my guts up.

"Dru?" There was a pounding at my door. "Dru!"

Why do these people always over react? It got really annoying. I recognized the voice as Benjamin, and realized I was gagging. "I'm fine!" I tried to yell, but it didn't work. I couldn't get the words out of my throat.

My door opened, and I remembered that I'd never gotten up afterGravesand Christophe had left to lock it. Benjamin swept in, and entered the bathroom immediately. He muttered something, and then knelt awkwardly down beside me. Something told me nobody had ever told him what to do in this situation. He held my hair back for me and patted my back.

I finished coughing up my guts, and sat back with a groan. That river incident really had not done me any good. I slowly got up on shaky legs took a step to the sink, rinsing off my face and mouth. Vomit is so not crème brulee.

"Mila- Dru?" Benjamin started. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Well, at least he hadn't asked if I was alright. The answer to that was pretty obvious. I spit out the water and thought of something. "I want meds." I stated. "I don't care what. Give me marijuana if that's all there is. Don't they use that for medical purposes anyways? Whatever. Just get me something that will make me feel better."

Benjamin nodded. "Going after the wulfen girl wasn't a smart move, Milady. You could've gotten yourself killed. You nearly did. And now you're sick."

I wasn't in the mood for this. "She's my friend." I said simply. I couldn't find it in me to be angry with the callous way he talked about her. "I'd do it again."

He didn't seem to know quite what to say to that. "Right. Well. Are you okay by yourself?"

"She won't be by herself." Nat strode into my room. There were shadows of bruising on her face, but that was all. The wulfen heal quickly. "Hey Dru. Thanks for the save last night. But if you ever do that again, I will murder you."

I grinned weakly. Ugh, I hate being sick. "And I would be your personal poltergeist. You feeling okay?"

Nat nodded. "Showed those suckers who they were dealing with." She gave me a once-over. "You look like shit. Get in bed girly."

I made a move to salute her, but dizziness made me stumble. Benjamin darted forward before I could fall and caught me by the arms. He put me back on my feet gently, and made sure I was upright before letting go. "Take care of her, Skyrunner. If she dies, Reynard will have both our heads."

Nat snorted. "Way to look on the bright side, Benjy. And don't discount Graves. He just might do worse than Reynard."

You know the whole Team Edward or Team Jacob thing? Nathalie was definitely Team Graves. She was quick to get the two of us alone, and would always drop hints about the two of us. "C'mon Drusy." She put an arm around my shoulders as Benjamin went around us to find some meds.

I walked over to the bed as my headache spiked. I groaned and dropped down heavily. "Shoot me now."

Nathalie laughed. "Not a chance. Then who would I have to play match maker with?"

I huffed. "Or you could just stay out of my pitiful love life."

"'Pitiful?'" She quoted me. "You could get any boy in this Schola, Dru. You're svetocha. Do you not realize what that means?"

Yeah, I get what it means Nat. It meant constantly being chased, it meant being treated like glass, and it meant being something that wasn't human. Something that drank blood and went bump in the night.

Something Dad would've hunted.

That thought hurt, and I pushed it out of my mind. I was getting good at that, forcing the unpleasant thoughts out. I had a lot of practice.

It was that moment that there was a scuffle outside my door, shifting weight and low, angry voices. Nat rolled her eyes and swung the door open. "Get outta here! Dru is sick, and she don't need you two bumbling idiots arguing like congressmen outside her bedroom." She snapped, irritation making her grammar bad.

Well, if I hadn't known who it was before, I did now. I could only think of two people Nathalie would call 'bumbling congressmen idiots.' Even if she was Team Graves, she got fed up with him pretty quickly.

"Stand aside, Skyrunner." Christophe said. "Let me see her."

"Back off, you arrogant bastard."Graves growled. "She doesn't want to see you."

I flare of anger rose up in me. Since when did he know what I wanted? And since when did Christophe get to tell Nat to stand aside? "Actually, I don't want to see either of you two assholes. Go away."

Nathalie outright laughed. "You hear that? She don't want to see either of you. Now shoo, fly."

She shoved the door closed in their faces, and quickly slid the locks home. She turned around with a satisfied grin. "There. Now they won't be bothering us."

"Lock the window too." I advised. "Christophe likes to sneak in if he can."

"That's creepy." Nat stated as she did just that.

I snorted. "Kinda."

"No, not kinda. That's really creepy."

"Whatever. I'm going to sleep." I decided. "Wake me up when Benjamin gets back with the medicine. He is the only one allowed in. Other than you. And if those two are still there, stick Ben on them. I'm not in the mood for their crap."

Nat just nodded. "No problem." She settled down in one of the over stuffed chairs and snagged a book off my shelves. I fell asleep thinking how great it was to have a friend like her.

So, that was the second chapter of Mongrel! No one got called a mongrel this time, though. I figured we'd had enough C vs G last chapter, so I only put a bit in this time. I wanted to put in something about friendship, because I HAVE THE BEST FREAKING FRIENDS IN THE ENTIRE WORLD. Jaymie and Faith, that means YOU. And all my other friends, although I know you'll never read this. I LOVE YOU GUYS!

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