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Chapter 3:
Scully sat on the hood of the rental car, more bored then she had been in a while. They had left the little inn as soon as they had taken their things up to the room, telling the in manager, Sirius Black, that they probably would not be back until late. He had nodded and flashed a killer smile at Scully before handing them some dinner he packed for them and bid them good luck.
The agents then head for the forest, Mulder immediately splitting off to go set "werewolf" traps, leaving Scully to keep her eyes open by the car. In other words, sit there and be bored. She sighed and began thinking about the pair from the bar. Sirius Black seemed easy enough to read, and his good looks had caught Scully's eye. So he's good looking…and sensible…and that accent… She sighed and shook her head. It would do her no good to daydream about a cute guy while she was on a case. The other man, who's name she found out was Remus Lupin, was a mystery. He was roughly the same age as Black, with light brown almost blond hair that was touched with gray around the temples. He seem too young to be graying, but any number of medical factors could lead to premature gray. His pale skin and sometimes- violent cough made it seem, to "Dr. Scully" that he was indeed sick with some incurable disease, though she couldn't put her finger on what disease and when she tried to question the man he just sighed, shook his head, and explained that he was simply under-the-weather.
Scully looked at her watch. It had been an hour since they left the tavern and 20 minutes since the moon had become visible on the horizon, but there was still no sign of a werewolf. There was no sign of Mulder either, which was a good thing since if he had been around, Scully would only be nagging him on the pointless nature of this night-time romp in the woods. She sighed for the uppen-tenth time this evening and went back to studying the patch of grass beneath her foot. Suddenly, there was a tremor in a nearby bush.
"Mulder? Is that you?" Scully shined a flashlight on the bushes, "Mulder if you're trying to scare me it's not working…"
It wasn't Mulder.
A large, black wolf jumped out of the bush, heading strait for Scully. Caught in panic, Scully reached for her gun, only to have it knocked out of her hand, the wolf barreling into her at top speed. She kicked the wolf off, knocking it into the bumper and onto the roof of the car. She quickly stood and moved away, retrieving her gun. "MULDER!"
Just as soon as she called for help, another wolf, this one a silvery-gray color, came springing out of the bushes across the road. It paused for a fraction of a second, looking from Scully to the black wolf, before jumping at the other wolf. The black wolf was caught by surprise and yelped as the other, larger wolf lunged at its neck. Scully backed off and watched in half awe, half horror; Unable to raise her weapon from shock.
Mulder came running into the clearing, behind Scully, and without thinking, fired his weapon into the dogs' fray. "Wait, Mulder. One of those wolves…" A painful yelp cut Scully's cry short, as one of the two wolves was hit. The other, seeing that he was no match for a man with a gun, ran off into the woods, limping slightly. The agents ran over to the injured wolf, and Scully was saddened to see that it was the gray wolf that Mulder had shot. The wolf cast is golden eyes up at them, a worried, yet refined and intelligent look in the orbs. It whined painfully before laying its head back down, surrendering his life to the two agents.
Mulder turned to Scully, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine Mulder… The other wolf attacked me though. This one ran up and distracted it."
Mulder opened his mouth to say something else when a large black dog bounded into the clearing, panting out of breath. Mulder quickly raised his gun, but Scully stopped him. "It's just a dog…" She said, pulling Mulder back away from the wolf.
The dog trotted over to the wolf, its head down. It barked once, and the wolf replied with a low whine. Scully watched as the big dog nudged the wolf once reassuringly before leaning over its injured leg. The dog did not lick the wound though, only examined it, as a doctor would examine a patient. It then turned to Mulder and Scully and growled angrily. The agents backed up, keeping their eyes on the dog, but the canine only turned back to the wolf. The clearing was getting darker, a warning that the moon was setting, and Scully heard a rustling in the leaves near the wolf.
"Silver...they had to be silver…"
Mulder turned to Scully, his face puzzled. The voice came out of the shadows by the wolf. "Who's there?" Mulder asked in his most intimidating voice.
"Why did you shoot him?" The voice's owner stepped out of the shadows, it was Sirius Black.
A half-a-million questions shot through Scully's head.
"It attacked my partner." Mulder fired off, weapon raised at Black.
Scully found her voice, "No…the other wolf attacked me." She pushed the muzzle of Mulder's gun down. "Mr. Black, what's going on?"
Black sighed and walked over to the wolf, crouching behind its hind quarters. He ripped off the sleeve of his shirt and tied it around the wolf's muzzle, tying it tight above its nose. "Help me get him into the car." Was all Black answered.
"Mr. Black…?"
"Please…He's dying. Help me get him into the car!"
Mulder frowned, but reluctantly walked over to Black, helping him lift the large wolf up and haul him over to the car. Mulder was not happy about having to carry the back end of the wolf, but was glad he didn't have to carry the front. Scully opened the car door and let Black get in before assisting Mulder and Black in setting the injured animal in the back seat. The wolf thrashed weakly, but was getting increasingly lethargic, a sign that he was loosing a lot of blood. Mulder hopped into the drivers seat, turning the ignition and pulled onto the road as soon as Scully was in the car.
Scully turned to Black, "Is he your wolf?" The question sounded stupid once it was out. Very professional sounding there, Dana…
"You could say that…" Black replied. "Wait…don't head out onto the main highway…"
Mulder balked, "I saw an animal shelter…"
"No, we need to get him to the Watch House…" Black instructed. "I have a first aid kit there…"
Mulder did not argue and turned in the direction of the inn. Scully turned in her seat again, this time appraising the wolf's wounds.
"He appears to be having an allergic reaction…" She said out loud to herself.
"He's…allergic to silver. If you could please hurry…" Black turned his head down to the wolf in his lap and whispered, "Hang in there, Moonie…"
They arrived at the in with no time to spare, because as they were pulling up, the wolf started going into convulsions. "A seizure…" Scully diagnosed as they laid the wolf down on one of the tables in the bar.
"No." Black replied, "He's changing…step back."
"Changing?" Scully watched in horror as the wolf of the table began to shake. Its body elongating, fur morphing from sleek gray to pale human skin, legs, arms, and head bending into a more human shape. What she was watching should have been impossible, and yet, there it was, happening right in front of her. Three agonizing minutes later, a bleeding and quite naked Remus Lupin lay in front of the agents, shivering and moaning in pain.
Black quickly draped a blanket around the werewolf then turned to Mulder and Scully. Before he could say anything though, Scully was already at Lupin's side.
"He's sustained one gunshot wound to his thigh and bullet grazed his back. I need to get the bullets out before I can treat the allergic reaction. I could really use a scalpel or a knife and some tweezers and…" Black cut Scully off by presenting her with what appeared to be a kitchen drawer filled with medical tools. "How?"
"Please…Remus…" Black gestured to the moaning man on the table.
"Right." Scully set to work as Black turned and headed for the stair way.
Mulder took ahold of Black's arm. "Wait…we need to talk."
"Look…Mulder is it? There are things I have to do…" the little about of civility Black was exorcising was rapidly draining from his demeanor.
"I'm trying to complete this investigation…"
"What you are trying to do…" Black had had enough and spat angrily at Mulder. "Is catch a werewolf. Where there you go he's right there DYING because of you! Are you happy now? But perhaps now it occurs to you that the other 28 days of the month werewolves are human!" Black spun on his heals and walked up the stairs, slamming a door at the top.
Mulder blinked and looked at Scully, who merely shook her head and went back to saving Remus Lupin's life.
Chapter 3:
Scully sat on the hood of the rental car, more bored then she had been in a while. They had left the little inn as soon as they had taken their things up to the room, telling the in manager, Sirius Black, that they probably would not be back until late. He had nodded and flashed a killer smile at Scully before handing them some dinner he packed for them and bid them good luck.
The agents then head for the forest, Mulder immediately splitting off to go set "werewolf" traps, leaving Scully to keep her eyes open by the car. In other words, sit there and be bored. She sighed and began thinking about the pair from the bar. Sirius Black seemed easy enough to read, and his good looks had caught Scully's eye. So he's good looking…and sensible…and that accent… She sighed and shook her head. It would do her no good to daydream about a cute guy while she was on a case. The other man, who's name she found out was Remus Lupin, was a mystery. He was roughly the same age as Black, with light brown almost blond hair that was touched with gray around the temples. He seem too young to be graying, but any number of medical factors could lead to premature gray. His pale skin and sometimes- violent cough made it seem, to "Dr. Scully" that he was indeed sick with some incurable disease, though she couldn't put her finger on what disease and when she tried to question the man he just sighed, shook his head, and explained that he was simply under-the-weather.
Scully looked at her watch. It had been an hour since they left the tavern and 20 minutes since the moon had become visible on the horizon, but there was still no sign of a werewolf. There was no sign of Mulder either, which was a good thing since if he had been around, Scully would only be nagging him on the pointless nature of this night-time romp in the woods. She sighed for the uppen-tenth time this evening and went back to studying the patch of grass beneath her foot. Suddenly, there was a tremor in a nearby bush.
"Mulder? Is that you?" Scully shined a flashlight on the bushes, "Mulder if you're trying to scare me it's not working…"
It wasn't Mulder.
A large, black wolf jumped out of the bush, heading strait for Scully. Caught in panic, Scully reached for her gun, only to have it knocked out of her hand, the wolf barreling into her at top speed. She kicked the wolf off, knocking it into the bumper and onto the roof of the car. She quickly stood and moved away, retrieving her gun. "MULDER!"
Just as soon as she called for help, another wolf, this one a silvery-gray color, came springing out of the bushes across the road. It paused for a fraction of a second, looking from Scully to the black wolf, before jumping at the other wolf. The black wolf was caught by surprise and yelped as the other, larger wolf lunged at its neck. Scully backed off and watched in half awe, half horror; Unable to raise her weapon from shock.
Mulder came running into the clearing, behind Scully, and without thinking, fired his weapon into the dogs' fray. "Wait, Mulder. One of those wolves…" A painful yelp cut Scully's cry short, as one of the two wolves was hit. The other, seeing that he was no match for a man with a gun, ran off into the woods, limping slightly. The agents ran over to the injured wolf, and Scully was saddened to see that it was the gray wolf that Mulder had shot. The wolf cast is golden eyes up at them, a worried, yet refined and intelligent look in the orbs. It whined painfully before laying its head back down, surrendering his life to the two agents.
Mulder turned to Scully, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine Mulder… The other wolf attacked me though. This one ran up and distracted it."
Mulder opened his mouth to say something else when a large black dog bounded into the clearing, panting out of breath. Mulder quickly raised his gun, but Scully stopped him. "It's just a dog…" She said, pulling Mulder back away from the wolf.
The dog trotted over to the wolf, its head down. It barked once, and the wolf replied with a low whine. Scully watched as the big dog nudged the wolf once reassuringly before leaning over its injured leg. The dog did not lick the wound though, only examined it, as a doctor would examine a patient. It then turned to Mulder and Scully and growled angrily. The agents backed up, keeping their eyes on the dog, but the canine only turned back to the wolf. The clearing was getting darker, a warning that the moon was setting, and Scully heard a rustling in the leaves near the wolf.
"Silver...they had to be silver…"
Mulder turned to Scully, his face puzzled. The voice came out of the shadows by the wolf. "Who's there?" Mulder asked in his most intimidating voice.
"Why did you shoot him?" The voice's owner stepped out of the shadows, it was Sirius Black.
A half-a-million questions shot through Scully's head.
"It attacked my partner." Mulder fired off, weapon raised at Black.
Scully found her voice, "No…the other wolf attacked me." She pushed the muzzle of Mulder's gun down. "Mr. Black, what's going on?"
Black sighed and walked over to the wolf, crouching behind its hind quarters. He ripped off the sleeve of his shirt and tied it around the wolf's muzzle, tying it tight above its nose. "Help me get him into the car." Was all Black answered.
"Mr. Black…?"
"Please…He's dying. Help me get him into the car!"
Mulder frowned, but reluctantly walked over to Black, helping him lift the large wolf up and haul him over to the car. Mulder was not happy about having to carry the back end of the wolf, but was glad he didn't have to carry the front. Scully opened the car door and let Black get in before assisting Mulder and Black in setting the injured animal in the back seat. The wolf thrashed weakly, but was getting increasingly lethargic, a sign that he was loosing a lot of blood. Mulder hopped into the drivers seat, turning the ignition and pulled onto the road as soon as Scully was in the car.
Scully turned to Black, "Is he your wolf?" The question sounded stupid once it was out. Very professional sounding there, Dana…
"You could say that…" Black replied. "Wait…don't head out onto the main highway…"
Mulder balked, "I saw an animal shelter…"
"No, we need to get him to the Watch House…" Black instructed. "I have a first aid kit there…"
Mulder did not argue and turned in the direction of the inn. Scully turned in her seat again, this time appraising the wolf's wounds.
"He appears to be having an allergic reaction…" She said out loud to herself.
"He's…allergic to silver. If you could please hurry…" Black turned his head down to the wolf in his lap and whispered, "Hang in there, Moonie…"
They arrived at the in with no time to spare, because as they were pulling up, the wolf started going into convulsions. "A seizure…" Scully diagnosed as they laid the wolf down on one of the tables in the bar.
"No." Black replied, "He's changing…step back."
"Changing?" Scully watched in horror as the wolf of the table began to shake. Its body elongating, fur morphing from sleek gray to pale human skin, legs, arms, and head bending into a more human shape. What she was watching should have been impossible, and yet, there it was, happening right in front of her. Three agonizing minutes later, a bleeding and quite naked Remus Lupin lay in front of the agents, shivering and moaning in pain.
Black quickly draped a blanket around the werewolf then turned to Mulder and Scully. Before he could say anything though, Scully was already at Lupin's side.
"He's sustained one gunshot wound to his thigh and bullet grazed his back. I need to get the bullets out before I can treat the allergic reaction. I could really use a scalpel or a knife and some tweezers and…" Black cut Scully off by presenting her with what appeared to be a kitchen drawer filled with medical tools. "How?"
"Please…Remus…" Black gestured to the moaning man on the table.
"Right." Scully set to work as Black turned and headed for the stair way.
Mulder took ahold of Black's arm. "Wait…we need to talk."
"Look…Mulder is it? There are things I have to do…" the little about of civility Black was exorcising was rapidly draining from his demeanor.
"I'm trying to complete this investigation…"
"What you are trying to do…" Black had had enough and spat angrily at Mulder. "Is catch a werewolf. Where there you go he's right there DYING because of you! Are you happy now? But perhaps now it occurs to you that the other 28 days of the month werewolves are human!" Black spun on his heals and walked up the stairs, slamming a door at the top.
Mulder blinked and looked at Scully, who merely shook her head and went back to saving Remus Lupin's life.