The Normal Life
By Didi
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters that are recognizable and I certainly don't own the show. Don't sue me cause all you're going to get is lent, and not much of that either.
Summery: Life is hard enough as a teen without in the problems of being wolf. Sequel to "Eyes of Brown... or is it Green," kind of.
Note: For those of you that read my first Wolf Lake fan fic, this story will follow a similar but slightly altered format, you're get it when you read it. And for those of you that have not read my first, it's pretty easy to pick up once you start.
Acknowledgement: Hooray for the return of Wolf Lake!!! Thank you UPN for your wonderful taste in programming. And thanks to everyone that read my first Wolf Lake fan fiction. I hope you all like this one too.
Rating: R for restricted under 17.
**Note: Fast Forwarding the timeline: Willard Cates has been killed and we're at the wake.**
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-Sophia's POV-
They're watching, I can feel it. Luke, Dad, Mr. Blackstone, everyone... They don't come right out and say it. No, that would be too honest, too direct. Instead, I feel like I'm under a large microscope, every word, every movement being taken apart by their eyes. I feel like screaming at the top of my lungs and never stop.
No wonder my father didn't fear for me. This could drive a normal person insane, to say nothing of a freakish half-breed like me.
"Sophia," I turned at watch 'him' approach. Evening knowing that I've been avoiding the guy for days now, I couldn't just turn away, not when I can see he was hurting so bad on the inside. "Thanks for coming." The pain was not there in his voice; it was in his eyes. He had beautifully telling eyes that were so incredibly sad right now that I wanted to take away the pain for him. I never seem to be able to keep in mind that Lucas Cates was not a child I needed to coddle. Yet the need to was there.
I offered a smile, putting my hand on his arm. "Is there anything I can do for you to help?" Even in such a sobering occasion, I could see the gleam come to those luminous globes. Feeling my cheeks go hot, I shook my head at his exasperating line of thinking. "Anything but that."
He smiled; it was a sad but amused smile. "In that case, no. There's nothing you can do for me, thanks."
"Seriously Luke, if there's anything I can do..."
His eyes glaze came back to mine so fast, I was startled for a moment. "There's nothing anyone can do but find the guy that did this."
"And they will," I tried to sound reassuring, tried to help but even I had my doubts. My father was good at what he does; he was a good cop. But this case has everyone on edge. Not only was a man killed, he was our...their leader, the Alpha. Who could...would do such a thing? "Just be patient and everything will..."
"Nothing will ever be the same, Sophia." Luke's voice was low and hissed angrily as he grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the crowd. "No one is ever going to find out who did this, cause you know why? This is pack business and everyone knows it, even your dad. He's not going to interfere. He can't. Even he has to obey the rules of the game, he can't go after whoever did this. It would break the chain that's kept us safe for centuries."
The raw deal that was happening was getting to him; I can see it. The glow had slowly steeped into his features and he was on the verge. The anger was doing it. "Luke," I looked around, trying to find somewhere less conspicuous. Not everyone present was from the pack, I couldn't risk letting Luke lose it in front of the humans.
But the town had showed up for the wake, the place was packed. The only place that could possibly be empty would be... I almost cringed at the thought but knew that I had every little choice. "Come on."
He gave no resistance as I tugged on his arm, pulling him up the two flights of stairs. From there, he led the way, guiding me down the corridor and turning the knob to the last door in the hall. Without a word, he pushed me gently in and shut the door behind us.
If someone had told me yesterday that I'd wind up in Lucas Cates's room today, I'd have laughed at their overly developed imagination. But here I was, standing in a room that was twice the size of mine and decorated in shades of brown and dark green. Strangely enough, it was very sober for such a flamboyant guy. No wild posters, no piles of clothes laying everywhere, no expensive stereo system against the wall. It was all very neat and rather... pretty.
I was startled out of my thoughts when warm arms came around me from behind. For a moment, I felt a twinge of fear. I had just basically closeted myself away with the guy that announced his intentions to make me his personal property. God, I hated that term. He was bigger, stronger, and definitely more vicious than anything I can ever muster up... but then I remembered... he was Luke. And if nothing else, I knew that Luke would never hurt me.
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-Luke's POV-
Nuzzling her neck, for the first time since I found out about my father's death, I relaxed. She was warm, softer than I had expected, and so unbelievably sweet. I wasn't sure how she'd react to me just up and grabbing her from behind, but I need to feel her close. Need the scent and warmth of her to make me feel.... to make me simply feel.
The numbness that enveloped me since two days ago has yet to leave me and I hate the feeling. God, I hate the helplessness and the incredible pain that surrounds my heart with every breath that I take in. I hate that I don't know what really happened out there, whether he had been in any pain or not. I hate not knowing who the hell would have the nerve to do this! And worse of all, I hate the fact that he's gone.
My father was gone. The man I thought would live forever was no longer there. Sure there were times when I feared him, and why shouldn't I have? He was Alpha. But he was my father first and foremost. Sometimes, I forget that. And now... that's all I can think about. My father was gone.
"Luke?" Her voice was angel soft and hesitant. She didn't turn around like I had expected her to, but her arms came around mine, hugging them to her. She leaned back against me allowing me to make all the moves for her. Perhaps two days ago, I would have simply thrown her on the king size bed that took up a quarter of my room and help myself to whatever she had to offer in the way of comfort. But today...today I simply wanted to hold her. And perhaps she knew that. "What can I do?"
I shook my head, lowering my chin down to her shoulder for a moment. I didn't need her to see me like this, weak with grief. But she made no effort to face me. "Just stand here and let me hold you."
The smile was something I'd always been glad to see. Now, I can feel it bloom onto her face as she tiled her head toward me for a moment. "I think I can manage that."
I tightened my hold for a second then relaxed. "Want to sit?"
It might have been me, but I could almost sense the amusement come. "Sure, unless you're going to suggest the bed."
Laughing, and it felt good to laugh, I shook my head. The idea had fluttering in mind for a moment but I had already dismissed it. "I was thinking of the arm chair by the window."
She turned her head, searching the room. "Nice chair," she commented and I had to smile. I guess it wasn't want people traditionally would think of being in a teenager's room. But I loved the big oversized embroidered arms chair with its cherry wood arms and legs. The dark baroque style tapestry that covered the seat and back was done in dark hues of red, burgundy and brown. It was a serious piece of future. I love it. And I could sense Sophia did too. "But there's only one."
Some may say that my sense of humor needs a serious purging. But I think it was just right. "We only need one."
With my arms still wrapped around her, I moved us toward the seat. I wasn't ready to face her yet, wasn't nearly ready to allow this side of me to be seen by anyone. And so I took the coward's way out, I let my false bravado do all my public appearances. And in this case, I simply stayed silent.
Dropping into the chair, I took her down with me, settling her in my lap, still facing away from me. She leaned back, curling her body into the curves of mine. It was as if she had been made to be held by me and me alone.
We sat there together, facing the window where the sunset threw yellow and red light through the glass panes. It was so wonderfully peaceful that for a moment, I could almost forget about the hundred bloodthirsty hounds down stairs. I could almost forget, from here on out, my life was in danger. Whoever wanted to be the next Alpha, would no doubt kill me at first chance.
And because I made that stupid but honest proclamation, I may have just put Sophia's life in danger.
By Didi
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters that are recognizable and I certainly don't own the show. Don't sue me cause all you're going to get is lent, and not much of that either.
Summery: Life is hard enough as a teen without in the problems of being wolf. Sequel to "Eyes of Brown... or is it Green," kind of.
Note: For those of you that read my first Wolf Lake fan fic, this story will follow a similar but slightly altered format, you're get it when you read it. And for those of you that have not read my first, it's pretty easy to pick up once you start.
Acknowledgement: Hooray for the return of Wolf Lake!!! Thank you UPN for your wonderful taste in programming. And thanks to everyone that read my first Wolf Lake fan fiction. I hope you all like this one too.
Rating: R for restricted under 17.
**Note: Fast Forwarding the timeline: Willard Cates has been killed and we're at the wake.**
~~~~~~~~~~
-Sophia's POV-
They're watching, I can feel it. Luke, Dad, Mr. Blackstone, everyone... They don't come right out and say it. No, that would be too honest, too direct. Instead, I feel like I'm under a large microscope, every word, every movement being taken apart by their eyes. I feel like screaming at the top of my lungs and never stop.
No wonder my father didn't fear for me. This could drive a normal person insane, to say nothing of a freakish half-breed like me.
"Sophia," I turned at watch 'him' approach. Evening knowing that I've been avoiding the guy for days now, I couldn't just turn away, not when I can see he was hurting so bad on the inside. "Thanks for coming." The pain was not there in his voice; it was in his eyes. He had beautifully telling eyes that were so incredibly sad right now that I wanted to take away the pain for him. I never seem to be able to keep in mind that Lucas Cates was not a child I needed to coddle. Yet the need to was there.
I offered a smile, putting my hand on his arm. "Is there anything I can do for you to help?" Even in such a sobering occasion, I could see the gleam come to those luminous globes. Feeling my cheeks go hot, I shook my head at his exasperating line of thinking. "Anything but that."
He smiled; it was a sad but amused smile. "In that case, no. There's nothing you can do for me, thanks."
"Seriously Luke, if there's anything I can do..."
His eyes glaze came back to mine so fast, I was startled for a moment. "There's nothing anyone can do but find the guy that did this."
"And they will," I tried to sound reassuring, tried to help but even I had my doubts. My father was good at what he does; he was a good cop. But this case has everyone on edge. Not only was a man killed, he was our...their leader, the Alpha. Who could...would do such a thing? "Just be patient and everything will..."
"Nothing will ever be the same, Sophia." Luke's voice was low and hissed angrily as he grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the crowd. "No one is ever going to find out who did this, cause you know why? This is pack business and everyone knows it, even your dad. He's not going to interfere. He can't. Even he has to obey the rules of the game, he can't go after whoever did this. It would break the chain that's kept us safe for centuries."
The raw deal that was happening was getting to him; I can see it. The glow had slowly steeped into his features and he was on the verge. The anger was doing it. "Luke," I looked around, trying to find somewhere less conspicuous. Not everyone present was from the pack, I couldn't risk letting Luke lose it in front of the humans.
But the town had showed up for the wake, the place was packed. The only place that could possibly be empty would be... I almost cringed at the thought but knew that I had every little choice. "Come on."
He gave no resistance as I tugged on his arm, pulling him up the two flights of stairs. From there, he led the way, guiding me down the corridor and turning the knob to the last door in the hall. Without a word, he pushed me gently in and shut the door behind us.
If someone had told me yesterday that I'd wind up in Lucas Cates's room today, I'd have laughed at their overly developed imagination. But here I was, standing in a room that was twice the size of mine and decorated in shades of brown and dark green. Strangely enough, it was very sober for such a flamboyant guy. No wild posters, no piles of clothes laying everywhere, no expensive stereo system against the wall. It was all very neat and rather... pretty.
I was startled out of my thoughts when warm arms came around me from behind. For a moment, I felt a twinge of fear. I had just basically closeted myself away with the guy that announced his intentions to make me his personal property. God, I hated that term. He was bigger, stronger, and definitely more vicious than anything I can ever muster up... but then I remembered... he was Luke. And if nothing else, I knew that Luke would never hurt me.
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-Luke's POV-
Nuzzling her neck, for the first time since I found out about my father's death, I relaxed. She was warm, softer than I had expected, and so unbelievably sweet. I wasn't sure how she'd react to me just up and grabbing her from behind, but I need to feel her close. Need the scent and warmth of her to make me feel.... to make me simply feel.
The numbness that enveloped me since two days ago has yet to leave me and I hate the feeling. God, I hate the helplessness and the incredible pain that surrounds my heart with every breath that I take in. I hate that I don't know what really happened out there, whether he had been in any pain or not. I hate not knowing who the hell would have the nerve to do this! And worse of all, I hate the fact that he's gone.
My father was gone. The man I thought would live forever was no longer there. Sure there were times when I feared him, and why shouldn't I have? He was Alpha. But he was my father first and foremost. Sometimes, I forget that. And now... that's all I can think about. My father was gone.
"Luke?" Her voice was angel soft and hesitant. She didn't turn around like I had expected her to, but her arms came around mine, hugging them to her. She leaned back against me allowing me to make all the moves for her. Perhaps two days ago, I would have simply thrown her on the king size bed that took up a quarter of my room and help myself to whatever she had to offer in the way of comfort. But today...today I simply wanted to hold her. And perhaps she knew that. "What can I do?"
I shook my head, lowering my chin down to her shoulder for a moment. I didn't need her to see me like this, weak with grief. But she made no effort to face me. "Just stand here and let me hold you."
The smile was something I'd always been glad to see. Now, I can feel it bloom onto her face as she tiled her head toward me for a moment. "I think I can manage that."
I tightened my hold for a second then relaxed. "Want to sit?"
It might have been me, but I could almost sense the amusement come. "Sure, unless you're going to suggest the bed."
Laughing, and it felt good to laugh, I shook my head. The idea had fluttering in mind for a moment but I had already dismissed it. "I was thinking of the arm chair by the window."
She turned her head, searching the room. "Nice chair," she commented and I had to smile. I guess it wasn't want people traditionally would think of being in a teenager's room. But I loved the big oversized embroidered arms chair with its cherry wood arms and legs. The dark baroque style tapestry that covered the seat and back was done in dark hues of red, burgundy and brown. It was a serious piece of future. I love it. And I could sense Sophia did too. "But there's only one."
Some may say that my sense of humor needs a serious purging. But I think it was just right. "We only need one."
With my arms still wrapped around her, I moved us toward the seat. I wasn't ready to face her yet, wasn't nearly ready to allow this side of me to be seen by anyone. And so I took the coward's way out, I let my false bravado do all my public appearances. And in this case, I simply stayed silent.
Dropping into the chair, I took her down with me, settling her in my lap, still facing away from me. She leaned back, curling her body into the curves of mine. It was as if she had been made to be held by me and me alone.
We sat there together, facing the window where the sunset threw yellow and red light through the glass panes. It was so wonderfully peaceful that for a moment, I could almost forget about the hundred bloodthirsty hounds down stairs. I could almost forget, from here on out, my life was in danger. Whoever wanted to be the next Alpha, would no doubt kill me at first chance.
And because I made that stupid but honest proclamation, I may have just put Sophia's life in danger.
