Strange Things...

I woke up kind of uncomfortable but in a good way. Sometime in the night Honey and Peter had joined us and Warren was still at the foot of the bed but now so was my father an my mother. I was surprised the bed didn't collapse and I was even more surprised that we fit in the slightest. Ben's grip on my waist tightened and I squirmed.

"Jesus, Ben, I can't breathe!" I heard him chuckle and felt his breath on the back of my neck. "Weren't you just howling in agony, where'd you get the sudden burst of strength? Off."

Warren started laughing too and then that set off Peter which set off Honey which set off my mother which set off my father so now everyone was laughing, the bed was about to break, and I was stuck.

"Dear Lordeh!" I finally broke myself free and sat up, realizing that, to get off the bed successfully, I'd have to climb over someone or someones.

My current choices were Honey and Peter, Warren, Mom, and Dad, or Ben. None of them were all to appealing. So I decided to tell the "seriously injured" wolf next to me to get off his ass and let me off the bed.

"Porsche, figure it out." My mom grumbled, suddenly tired again. "None of the adults are getting up. Unlike you, we don't run on energizer bunny."

"What the hell am I supposed to do? Jump from my spot off the bed?" I looked around, actually I could make it, but I'd probably break the lamp or something.

"You'll break the lamp, no." My dad sighed.

"Ben, move!" I whined.

He obviously wasn't too happy considering he still looked dead tired and his leg wasn't all healed and his arm was still an angry red from what I could see, but he had it bandaged. Either way, he literally picked me up and tossed me off the bed.

"Gee, thanks." I mumbled, getting up and dusting myself off.

I decided that since it was exactly eight in the morning and obviously no one was going to be getting up r going to work anytime soon, that I'd make breakfast.

Or, the only meal I can make without risking food poisoning.

"Oh, hello there." I heard Samuel before anything else. "I'm going to make breakfast so you can go away." My stomach growled and I made a "shhh" sound as if it would stop growling.

Samuel laughed, it seemed everyone was doing a lot of that.

"Good morning to you too." I can't believe I had slept through the night after going to bed at like, three or four without anything to eat. "Can you go to the freezer downstairs? I need the meat."

"You're cooking steaks for breakfast?" He looked at me.

"Hell no! I'm going to give it to the somewhat bloodthirsty wolves. Better than turning them loose thirsty."

Yeah, really.

No, no, you don't get any.

Oh, we're going hunting?

Nope.

I walked over to the fridge and pulled out the huge box of twenty four eggs, we had a another box of twenty-four in the fridge in the basement, tomatoes, cheese, and celery. I cut them up carefully because the thought of slicing my finger was running through my head like it did every time I cut something. Eventually the veggies were sliced and I cracked all of the eggs in the pan and scrambled them there to save room and cleanup time and I added the vegetables and cheese, whisking them in as well. I was just glad we had a big enough pan. So then, I just set the stove on high and let the food cook. I cut some potatoes and threw them in a separate pan with oil and salt and let them fry.

"SAMUEL, HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE TO-DON'T EAT ANY OF IT YOU MORONIC LYCANTHROPE!" I yelled. He came up the stairs with like, two huge blocks of frozen meat.

"Great…freezer burn." I grumbled. "Fine, set them in the oven, maybe we can get them to be a little…less frozen."

"I thought you wanted it to be raw."

"Yes, I do, I'm not going to cook it! I'm going to warm it to make it not a block of ice." I explained. Was he stupid?

"I don't think they need this much." He commented, "They aren't that dominant."

"Is that your way of asking me to let you have some?" I asked, raising an eyebrow and looking over my shoulder from where I stood cooking hash browns that no one would eat.

"It's my way of saying, as a doctor, that I think you need some." He said gently.

I made a face and ignored him, I was a picky eater, I only ate raw when I was wolf, I ate overly rare as a human. Most males didn't care either way if they were starving. I can't flip an omelette for my life so I just made it into scrambled eggs. When I finished I just threw everything on a serving plates and put them on the table, it was eight thirty.

It became apparent that no one was going to get up except me and Samuel so I fed him.

"Here." I slid it down the table at him, he stopped it before it fell off. I grabbed a glass and filled it with orange juice and slid that too. He wasn't so lucky that time and it fell on him. I stifled a laugh and went to get the coffee from the maker. I sighed, pulling the meat out of the oven and carrying it upstairs.

"Peter, Ben, other two," I snapped, "Breakfast." I went to get the rest and came back to no one moving. "Eggs and hash browns?"

It's a miracle! THEY CAN WALK!

"Wait…who made this?" My father asked.

"I did!" I said as if he were stupid.

"No, I lost my appetite." He shook his head.

"Dad!" I whined and he laughed, ruffling my hair.

"I was kidding, Porsche."

"You can cook!" Honey commented, "You could steal Darryl's job!"

I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, if I wanted to work." I kicked a block of ice at Ben. "Eat." I kicked the other at Peter. "You too, Petes!" Okay, yeah, he's a submissive, they don't need so much, but Honey looked relieved when I gave it to him so I suspected she felt his wolf needed something too.

"It's ice." Ben stared at it.

"Yeah, you can have a little of this, then you have a little of that."

"It's ice, Porsche." He said again. I sighed dramatically.

"Yes, it's a block of ice with blood and scraps of raw meat, sue me. I'd rather you not eat me before you get the chance to hunt."

"Later."

"Fine, but don't forget." I poked at my hash browns. I wasn't a big fan of eggs. Finally finished moving them around my plate, I took a bite and swallowed. "Hey, did they determine the cause of the collapse?"

"They suspect a suicide bomber." My father told me, though I could tell he doubted the conclusion of the investigation.

"…the whole building is dedicated to tech support…" I said flatly, "Why bomb it?"

"Hell, I don't know." Ben snorted, "People do the craziest things."

"True…" I trailed off, "But wolves do some things that are even crazier."

"Very true." My mother nodded.