MIAKODA


Her boots clicked a little against the wooden floors of the Lecture Theatre that she had been given for the Semester. Glancing up, she spotted a few early birds scattered through the various tiers within the room and began the process of setting up her lecture, this time focusing on the Peloponnesian War. Biting back a smirk, she smelt the excitement rise in the air from a few of the males within the room.

"This is SPARTA!' One, Vincent Danvers, a Third Year majoring in Alchemy and who'd just spent the previous semester in Oxford under her recommendation to the Dean, whispered to his partner, Danny. The two were in her tutorials as well, and she'd received a pleasant gift from Mister Danvers who had given her a mug with her college that she was accepted into whilst in Oxford.

It had been amusing and a little weird to have seen so many Creatures on campus before. At Harvard, there were a few scattered around and Miakoda's nose flared as she took in that weird scent of Evdokiya, which she still hadn't discovered what she was, Harvard had received another.

Miakoda checked her watch, and looked up at the Lecture Hall full of people and smiled a little. She checked her microphone and clicker before she spoke. "Who's ready to learn about Ancient Greece?"

Miakoda hummed to herself as she made her way to her office after her lecture. It had been a good one, a majority of the males that had been lagging or seemed rather uninterested the previous weeks, seemed to have brightened as she spoke of the Athenians and Spartans. That wasn't to say that the females weren't. Pride had been quite prominent in that room come to the end of it. Her phone buzzed. An email.

Setting her tea down along with her bag, Miakoda opened it up on her phone.

'McTaggart' – 12.47.

Doctor Hart,

Hi, it's Special Agent McTaggart from the other day, I was just writing to let you know that with your help we were able to figure out who was responsible for the murders as well as save another girl before she was killed. Seriously. Whilst some in the department would've been able to figure those symbols out given time, the speed of which you figured them out meant that we could narrow the search area down within a day and we got to the victim in time before she ended up a corpse.

Evdokiya is, last time I checked, in the hospital due to abdominal wounds that she sustained but the docs say that she'll make a full physical recovery. Mentally and emotionally, I'm not so sure but I thought that it'd give you peace of mind by finding out what happened from me rather than the newspapers if they even post anything.

On that note, I'll leave you with this bit of truth as well. My partner and I aren't actually FBI, we're Hunters. My name is Sam Winchester.'

Miakoda's phone dropped from her hand as fear gripped her in its icy grasp, tight around her throat. Her Wolf snarled in her head, that part wanting to show them what a true hunter did but her human side knew; knew that they had only shown up in her territory because of the murders where she didn't even know where to start. Her hands scrubbed through her hair and she swallowed back a growl. Her dark eyes stared at her phone as it went into hibernation and her right hand clenched, the pain of the claws embedding into her palm grounding.

She'd helped the fucking Winchesters. Their names had become a bit of a taboo in the recent years since '05 and they had taken down Azazel, wendigos and even bigger Bads by themselves.

Keep your head down or the Winchesters'll get you.

She swallowed.

Miakoda picked her phone up again and finished the email.

'My partner is my brother, Dean. He knows that I'm writing this; doesn't agree to what I'm doing but agrees that having you, potentially, as a backup resource might do us some good with the Beings that we come across. We don't think Evdokiya was a witch, even if the Paster was saying as such but we don't know what she is.

Remember, if you hear anything weird or strange, the numbers are the same,

Sam Winchester.'

Miakoda chucked her phone down again, before leaning back in her chair. Pah, she thought, scrubbing her hand over her mouth, what would the Brothers do if they found out about her? About Evdokiya?

Scrubbing a hand through her hair again, Miakoda got out her laptop and put that thought to the back of her mind, resolutely only going to wonder about it when she has the ability to be herself without any unsuspecting humans walking in to see a wolf in the place of their lecturer. She went to type on her keyboard when her bloodied palm caught her nose. Snarling sub-vocally to herself, Miakoda swiped a tissue from the box on the right-hand side of her desk and cleaned up the sealed cuts.

"Stupid Hunters," she muttered to herself, balling the tissue into her sleeve so that no one would come across it.

There was a timid knock and Miakoda's nose flared. The Head of the Arts.

"Come in," Miakoda called, opening her laptop and unravelling her charger, plugging it into the socket.

"Miakoda." Professor Simon Hardings spoke, his cigar roughened voice rasping over her ears.

"Good afternoon, Professor Hardings," she smiled, though she thought it may have been more of a grimace than anything remotely welcoming, "What can I do for you?"

He held out a file; Vankov, Evdokiya was written in the right-hand corner with her student number on it. "I would've sent it to your email but I was already on my way up this direction anyway. Her transcripts, whilst however limited," he sat across from her and she took the file, flipping through it and noticing the Bulgarian, "meet the requirements that your course has so she's going to be starting in the next month."

"Wonderful." Miakoda sent him a smile as she read over the minimal notes, "I'll see if Mister Danvers would be up for getting her up to date. She should be up for it, we're only a month or so into the semester."

"That was why we accepted her so late." He nodded before sympathy entered into his scent, "I've also wanted to extend my sympathies on Mrs van der Bert; I know you had taken her under your wing for her honours."

Miakoda hummed, rubbing circles into her thumb, focusing on Evdokiya's file, "They got who was causing the murders though," she said finally, quiet, "that's all that matters."

"God rest her soul." Professor Hardings murmured softly and got up, buttoning his charcoal grey suit jacket. He put his dark, aged hand on her desk to get her attention and Miakoda looked up to meet his similarly dark, narrow eyes, "Have a good weekend, Miakoda."

"You too, Simon." She said quietly before he took himself out, the door shut with a silent click.

Mount Greylock had so many smells.

Having left her Jeep down in the carpark and hiked into a high, quiet spot, set up camp and Shifted. Miakoda let her Wolf do a majority of the thinking as she took the weekend to just decompress from the drama of what had happened before.

Having stopped to smell the Aster for a second or two, her paws led her to the dense forest of Spruce trees and Miakoda stretched into a steady lope. Her ears were like satellites atop of her head, following the sounds of the rivers, streams, the birds and even that irritating squirrel that seemed to be following her. Asshole. All it would take would be the right second and a quick lunge.

Miakoda shook her head as she padded into her tent. She lay atop of her roll and sleeping bag and let her senses settle a little before pulling on a simple pair of cotton underwear and a sports bra, red leggings and a hoodie. She didn't bother with a shirt. Checking her phone, with the meagre signal she had, Miakoda realised that she had a missed call along with several messages from Dave.

She rolled her eyes but lifted it up to her ear to hear the voice mail.

"Hey M," his slightly high pitched voice came out of the tinny speaker; Miakoda didn't have to be there to be able to smell the eagerness coming off of him, "me and the others are at Whitney's if you wanted to come, but you're probably busy. Anyway, phone me or whatever whenever you get this."

After firing a message off to the ever-persistent photographer, Miakoda took several deep draws from her water bottle and thumbed through the rest of the messages. There was one from Sue, a Lit honours student that was more than a little infatuated with Dave who was too obtuse to see – humans were so blind. And judgement. Another was from Matthew, a vampire from her days back in Oxford who, at the time, was getting his nth degree but that time in biochemistry who wished to know a bit more on a certain era of time. Finally, the last was from an unknown number.

Her hackles went up.

'it's Sam. I was wondering if you knew anything about wraiths, would you? Our other contact is looking into it but I was just seeing if you did. Like how they came about, how to kill them etc?'

Miakoda leant back on her elbow and thought back on it. There wasn't a whole lot to go on but she did know how to get rid of them and spot them. 'There's a saying, 'Wraith detection? Check their reflection.' Silver, pure silver works to get rid of them'

'Cool thanks.'

Miakoda tucked her phone into her bag after answering the other two – giving Sue a 'go for it' and Matthew a note on where she was and that she'd send him her files on that period on Sunday evening - and stripped again as her stomach growled. The good thing about being on her own in the wilderness was that she could hunt and not have to worry about humans.

Maybe she'd get that asshole squirrel.

Sitting in her library, Miakoda waited for Matthew to pick up on the Skype call to help explain things a little better – she tended to go off on weird abbreviations in her notes that even he couldn't really decipher – and shoved a spoonful of Tonight Dough into her mouth. Sticking her tongue out in concentration as she dug out a chunk of cookie dough, she didn't realise Miriam had picked up until Matthew's lab assistant drawled, "Why don't you just use your claws?"

"Because my claws are sensitive." Miakoda snarked and cheered when she got it out, "How have the boys been?"

"I'm over 1500 years old, Miakoda!" Matthew's accented voice came from the speakers out of frame.

"Go away, Coloniser!" she called and Miriam grinned at the wolf.

"Enjoy your days away from the humans?"

Miakoda huffed a growl. "You don't know my month, Merry." She sighed, setting the ice cream down onto her table, "One of my old students were found dead."

"Shit." Miriam breathed.

"Two other girls were found as well," Miakoda added, scraping between the keys in absentia, "Add to this, the two guys that came to check things out? The Winchesters."

Matthew was there in a split second. "What."

"I ran into the Winchesters. They came to my Mesopotamia lecture and wanted me to translate or look at some Pagan and Latin symbols, gave me some bogus names and came to the house a few times to ask a few questions about the student of mine and then why I went to a psychic."

"You went to a psychic?" Miriam deadpanned and Miakoda flinched at the memory.

"Somehow…" Miakoda whispered, "Somehow she made me see the Fire. I don't know what she is but that psychic, she's not Human."

"Witch?" Matthew offered and Miakoda shook her head.

"No, her scent isn't that type of Magical. When she read my palm, her scent seemed to disappear and she was sitting right in front of me." Miakoda cracked her neck a little and her fingers flared. "Another thing to add, my Wolf decided that she's Pack. So I'm fucked."

"You have had a month." Miriam laughed and Miakoda gave a fake-happy hum as she scrubbed her face again.

"Trust me, Lancaster," Miakoda gave a sarcastic laugh, "there are days like this that make me wish I could get drunk."

Miakoda picked up her ice cream again, "You get those files, Matthew? Or have you had your head stuck over Witch vials for the past two days?"

"I was waiting for you to get back from your reprieve to speak to you about them," Matthew raised a dark eyebrow as he sat in his chair that Miriam had taken, "Thank God, you had them typed up."

"Just because I wasn't raised back when years were in 3 digits, doesn't mean that my handwriting is that shitty."

"Your way of abbreviation still drives me around the bend, Doctor Hart."

"Yeah, well, sometimes you're old enough and ugly enough to work it out yourself. But since I'm feeling nice, hit me with your questions, Doctor du Lariers."


NOTE - These chapters will include the Boys come down the line. Currently, in terms of Timeline within the show, the Boys are still trying to derail the Apocalypse so stick with me. Miakoda's chapters do feel as though they are repeating the same cycle but I didn't want to have it that they meet on a case and she immediately drops her entire life to travel with them. Stuff will happen. I promise. - K