Who else is loving the Lyrs? Guess what they get a whole friggin chapter to themselves. So enjoy.
The pack house was brown on the outside, sticking out from the rest of the houses. Ryan knocked on the door, being able to hear the clamor through the walls. When it opened there was a tall, Aferican-American guy, who was somewhere betweem scrawny and well-built. "Hey," Ryan yelled over the noise. "Can I talk to your Alpha!"
"He's out!" The guy yelled over the noise. Then he stepped outside, shutting the door and muffling the sounds of the pack house. "Sorry about that, but you know how pack houses are."
"Yeah, mines even worse," Ryan laughed, her personality shifting from what it was at the Mai house. "Ryan Gallager, Springfield, Illinois pack, well Farmington, Illinois but, representing the entire state of Illinois. Also the Savior."
His gray eyes widened at the word Savior, "It's an honor to be in the presance of the Savior. My name's Kyron Coffiee, orgianally Cuba, Illinois pack. I wasn't aware another Lyr was coming to live with us." Ryan shook her head. "No, I'm not living at the pack house, I'm on a mission, I'm helping the Mai train their Uniter," She told him, somewhat bitterly.
Kyron gave her a look of pity. "I am so sorry to hear that Ryan, just remember if you ever wanna get away from those fleabags, the pack door is always unlocked, if not, the doggy door is in the back, and my bed is always open," his voice was suggistive on the last comment.
"Don't get your hopes up lover boy, if I didn't go for guys I've known my entire life, I'm probably not gonna go for you," Ryan laughed. "So do I get to be shown around my haven? Or am I gonna have to navigate it alone and risk walking in on either someone having sex, or the bathroom?"
Kyron laughed then led Ryan into the house. The living room was attached to the kitchen, about 5 couches of all sizes and colors crammed into it, along with a coffee table and a rather nice flat screen TV, which now held a game, of what Ryan could tell, Call Of Duty: Black Ops. She recongized the gamertag as one of her packmate's. "Hey whadda the stakes?" Ryan asked a Lyr sitting on the couch, watching the game intensely.
"$700, and a dog at the next National meeting," The Lyr, a male, probably 19 or 20, with shaggy red hair slightly tanned skin, and an easily detected accent.
"Ok, here's a tip, Hell, he doesn't watch his back, focuses mainly on offence, no defence, while Hound, he's mostly watching out for Hell. Take out Hound, Hell won't be a problem," She told the two playing, then watching as her packmates were taken down, she could hear Jonny and Caleb screaming through the headset. "You're welcome, and tell those two Ryan said 'hi'."
"José, Connor, Jimmy, this is Ryan Gallager, the Savior from Farmington, Illinois, Ryan, José Janes, San Fransico pack," Kyron explained pointing at a black haired guy, sitting on the floor. "Next to him is Jimmy Smith, San Fransico pack. And the red head on the couch, Connor O'Shea, Dublin, Ireland pack." Ryan broke out into a grin when she heard Ireland, she'd always wanted to meet an Irish Lyr.
"The Savior's emo?" A female voice asked from the kitchen. Ryan looked up and saw a girl with pink-ish red hair that was sticking out in almost direction, dressed in a pair of black shorts, and a red tanktop. "Cool."
Kyron glared at the teenager. "That's Emily Rosen, Emily, Ryan Gallager," Connor said, a grin on his face. "Kyron, how about you scram and let the beta do his job?" The Irish Lyr stood up and flicked Kyron on the nose, making him sneeze. The younger boy started to mutter under his breath as he walked away, rubbing his nose. "Come on Gallager, gonna take a little while for you to meet everyone." He grabbed her wrist and dragged her into the next room.
Two hours later Ryan was sitting at the island, between Connor, and a Native American Lyr named Trevor Johnson, digging into a two gallon carton of chocolate ice cream. They were also pouring chocolate syrup onto the ice cream. "Come on, X-Men Origins: Wolverine, best movie ever, though I kinda enjoy the part in the Last Stand where Wolverine yells 'Hold this line!'. That was hilarious," Ryan told Trevor, her mouth full of ice cream.
"I'm still wondering if the shock wave person was a guy or a chick," Connor admitted.
Trevor and Ryan stopped eatting for a second, thinking it over for a second. "She's a chick. In the hall of the lab, Porkipine said 'girls' and she helped the other chick drag the guy outta sight," Trevor explained, digging a spoon full of ice cream out of the tub, then poured some syrup into his mouth.
"Ah, so you ship Rogan?" Connor asked Ryan.
"Yep, on Haven I ship Nuke; Warehouse 13, Jinx/Claudia, still haven't come up with a good name for them; Supernatural, Sabriel, Andy/Ash, Saowley, Sandy, Addy, and Anbriel, because Andy is just that awesome. On Teen Wolf I ship Stiles/Derek, also no good name for that pairing; Alphas, Gary/Hicks, because I'm that awesome; Bones, Booth/Bones, Hodgins/Wendell, Wendell/Mr. Nigel-Murry, Wendell/Fisher, Hodgins/Fisher, all the slash ones I so despratly want; and finally crossover pairings, Duke/Sam, Gary/Andy, Adam Milligan/Derek, Hicks/Derek, Gabriel/Nathan, Jinx/Hicks, Jinx/Wendell, Hodgins/Duke, Hodgins/Andy, Hodgins/Sam, Mr. Nigel-Murry/Gary, because that pairing would be funny as hell, Gary/Hodgins, Sam/Fisher, Jinx/Fisher, Duke/Fisher, Andy/Fisher, Duke/Jinx, Adam/Jinx, Adam/Nathan, Beck/Andy, Beck/Duke, Sam/Nathan, Andy/Jinx, Andy/Claudia, Fisher/Claudia, Duke/Claudia, Nathan/Claudia, Andy/Nathan, Andy/Duke, Andy/Derek, and Duke/Ash. I learned early in life slash is amazing," Ryan finally finshed, half outta breath. She then pulled at large spoon full of ice cream out and put it in her mouth before drinking some Dr. Pepper. Connor and Trevor's jaws dropped in shock. "What?"
The two burst out laughing, before pulling themselves up onto their stools. "Wow Ryan, that seems to be an unhealthy fangirl addiction," Connor laughed, trying to get his breathing under control.
Ryan stuck her choclate covered tongue out at him then caught sight of two of the boys she had seen in her father's front yard. "Danny! Beck! Come over here and meet the new girl!" Trevor yelled, gesturing the two to come over. When they got closer Ryan could tell they got most of their looks from their father, height and all. "Danny, Beck, meet Ryan Gallager, Farmington, Illinois pack, and the Savior; Ryan, Danny and Beck Galla... are you guys related?"
Ryan clentched her teeth, trying not to go off on her half brothers, "No, never met them before."
"We might be, our dad came from Farmington's pack," Danny, the taller of the two, butted in.
Ryan was slowly losing her temper. The Lyr stood up and grabbed her hoodie, zipping it up and pushing past her blood with a "I gotta go" tossed over her shoulder. When she was outside in the cool night air she lost it, punching the door and leaving a good sized hole in it before she started to sprint back to the Mai house.
By the way, if you watch any of the shows listed by Ryan, every one of those pairings I ship but I only wrote 1 Addy, working on a Saowley, I wrote Sabriel 3 times, 2 of them background Sabriel though. If you know any good fics from ANY of those pairings, please PM me.