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.
Timeline: Hum...this is a toughie. Okay, Eyes was written after the cancellation of Wolf Lake from CBS. I had assumed that it was never coming back again so I can do whatever I wanted with the story without interfering with the show's canon.
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.
Rating: R for restricted under 17.
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-Vivian's POV-
The look on Matt's face was priceless. I could have laughed if the situation weren't so serious. I knew that shock of the nomination would cause a stir, one that I was more than prepared to handle, but when Ruby voiced her support, that's when the fur started to fly.
I never liked Gerald Carter much and I like him even less now. "This is insanity! He cannot be Alpha!"
"And why is that?" Joshua Harned was one of the few people in town that I know of that has forever been loyal to Matthew. May have something to do with the fact that Matt saved his life back during the uproar after Willard's father passed away. Matt, though not a contender, had been one of the few that tried to keep the peace then. "He's still part of the pack."
Carter sneered. "He hasn't been part of this pack since he married that..."
"Watch it!" Matt's eyes warned him. Everyone knew where that sore point was and no one has ever touched on it before. It was moments like this that Matt showed his true potential.
Even Carter knew better and kept his mouth shut. Unfortunately, Tyler Creed did not have the wisdom of the old and his eager, smart-mouth spouted off. "For the sake of argument and making this brief, let's just say that he is as part of the pack as the rest of us here are, he's far too advance to lead the pack now."
All the planning and manipulations of strings and loyalties in the past two days was coming to head now. "He has the wisdom that comes from having been in the pack, seeing the workings here, and living through some of the more trying times. That comes from experience. You? You're just a puppy. You won't know good leadership if it came up and bit you on the tail." Mac Kensen didn't want to lead, he just wanted a quiet life with his wife and six kids, and he knew which horse to back for that.
Tyler didn't leap, his best pal Kris did. Donner caught the boy at mid-leap and mid-transformation by the scuff of his neck, as everyone jumped to their feet, and flung him into the corner of the room. Turning about, he faced a dozen people in mid-transformation. "There will be no fighting here tonight."
Kris literally whimpered and licked his wounds, big gray eyes watching Matt carefully. The others backed off slowly, reverting to human form as quickly as they can trying not to catch Matt's eyes in the process.
"Do you hear me?" Matt asked the room at large, his eyes giving off just enough off enough light to have his intensions know. "There will be no blood shed here, tonight."
Interesting, I wonder how Matt was planning on guaranteeing that? With a little blood shed perhaps? But maybe that wouldn't be necessary. The ease is which he handled Kris without breaking a sweat was not lost on those gathered here. I can see the wheels turning in the minds of many, they were seeing the command that comes to Matthew Donner so naturally, simply because he is who he is. A born leader.
"Okay, okay, everybody just hold your horses and calm down," Sherman was having a field day with this one, I can tell. The twinkle in his eyes indicated his being much amused by all this. "Vivan Cates has offered her nomination and Ruby Cates has second the nominations. Hello there, Ruby, nice to have you back with us again." He waved as if having seen her for the first time in months.
Ruby smiled serenely, here eyes fluttering about the room at perfect ease. She was playing her part well.
"Okay, then," Sherman clapped his hands together and grinned like a big boy. "I'm closing the nominations, unless there are other surprises?" He looked around almost hopeful. "Going once, going twice...."
"Wait!" Matt Donner called out, his brows furrowed with concern and his eyes reflecting his being deep in thought.
I held my breath, as did many others if I am correct. We knew there would be a chance, a chance that Matt wouldn't accept the nomination, a chance that he would pull out. Anyone that knew him knew that he wasn't one to seek glory or power, he is a man of peace. But fate, and me, have always sought him out.
"Donner? Sheriff?" Though his smile was still in tact, Sherman's eyes was not happy at all.
For a moment, I could see the struggle there. His need for a life that does not entail the burdens of leadership verses his need to protect his little girl. A choice I know that he never wanted to make. But how can he not see how well this would all work both for him and the pack? As Alpha, he can protect his young. And as leader, he can assure that fools like Tyler Creed and Gerald Carter did not expose our people to the outside world.
"Yo, Donner!" Sherman called out again.
He looked up and for a moment, I thought he would refuse. "Never mind, it was nothing."
Am I mistaken or did Sherman look relieved? "Okay, going three times... and the floor is closed!"
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-Sherman's POV-
Damn, for a moment there, I thought that lug head was going to spoil it all. Sheesh, talk about being stubborn as a mule. Matthew Donner nearly gave V and me a heart attack there for a moment, all the careful planning....Well, what's done is done.
"Okay, let's cast our votes and pick ourselves a new sacrificial lamb... er...I mean, a new sacred leader." I grinned big for the crowd. Though in many respects, I wasn't incorrect the first time around. The powers that come from being an Alpha is enormous, but so are the burdens that come with it.
You'd think after a couple of hundred years, people would start catching onto the fact that being head of anything has its hazards. Just look at Louis the... um...whichever one got his head chopped off. The young ones enjoy the power that comes with the position, the older ones likes the status of the position, but no body that's not been in the position knows what it is really about. But Matt understood, he understood it too well. Like being the Sheriff of the town, it carries with it many horrors and difficulties.
Sixteen years ago, he turned away fro it cause he could. Now he's got a daughter to protect. What choices does he have?"
For most of the pack, the vote was easy. It was for those few individuals that had no real loyalties to any particular candidate that we must be careful of. Like any political arena, the swing votes were the key.
And won't you know it, the swing votes threw almost everything off. "We have a tie!"
"WHAT?" Tyler Creed, the kid with a bad attitude. Oh I hate to think what's going to happen to the pack should he take control. No control, whatsoever. "What do you mean there's a tie?!?"
"Mr. Creed," I answered patiently. I swear, he's worse that Luke and his bunch sometimes. "When I say there is a tie, that means that two of the candidates have the exact same amount of votes. That is the meaning of a tie."
The exasperation on his face almost made me chuckle. I just love playing with the idiots in this town, Tyler Creed being at the head of that class. They make my life so much more interesting. And if I had more time, I'd bait him so more. But since I don't, what with having to record all the proceedings and such, it'll have to wait for another time.
"I demand a recount!" Gerald Carter yelled, his face so red that for a second, I was afraid that he was going to pop.
"Sit down, Jerry," I waved him down. "The number of votes you pulled in would embarrass the a stripper at a nude beach." Vivian looked at me and frowned. I shrugged.
"Who are the two still running?" Mrs. Muir asked, her delicate blue veined hands folded in her lap. She wasn't much to look at now, wrinkled and tired from a life that was not always kind to her, but she was still one of the best healers around.
If I were some character on one of those TV shows, I'd probably rub by hands together in glee. "Drum roll please," pounding the edge of my fingers against the podium and ignoring the impatient glares from Vivian, Ruby and some notable others, except for Donner, now seemed to be glancing all too often at the clock on the wall. "Mr. Tyler Creed..." the look in Ruby's eyes was undeniably fear, "and our very own Sheriff Matthew Donner."
All eyes were on Donner now and he looked none too happy about it. A part of me knew that he wanted to stop the insanity, to pull himself out of the race. But even he could see what could happen if he did. Kanin was as good as dead. Luke Cates would be in for the fight of his life, assuming he survives the night. And Sophia... may suffer the same fate as her dear mother. No, our dear Matthew knew where his priorities are.
"Let's vote already!" Creed shouted, his eyes glowing dangerously. No control whatsoever.
I have to wonder if Tyler Creed would have been so eager to call for the votes that night had he known what the outcome would be. I think not.
TBC....
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Thanks to everyone that reviewed this story. I'll try to wrap it up soon.
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.
Timeline: Hum...this is a toughie. Okay, Eyes was written after the cancellation of Wolf Lake from CBS. I had assumed that it was never coming back again so I can do whatever I wanted with the story without interfering with the show's canon.
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.
Rating: R for restricted under 17.
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-Vivian's POV-
The look on Matt's face was priceless. I could have laughed if the situation weren't so serious. I knew that shock of the nomination would cause a stir, one that I was more than prepared to handle, but when Ruby voiced her support, that's when the fur started to fly.
I never liked Gerald Carter much and I like him even less now. "This is insanity! He cannot be Alpha!"
"And why is that?" Joshua Harned was one of the few people in town that I know of that has forever been loyal to Matthew. May have something to do with the fact that Matt saved his life back during the uproar after Willard's father passed away. Matt, though not a contender, had been one of the few that tried to keep the peace then. "He's still part of the pack."
Carter sneered. "He hasn't been part of this pack since he married that..."
"Watch it!" Matt's eyes warned him. Everyone knew where that sore point was and no one has ever touched on it before. It was moments like this that Matt showed his true potential.
Even Carter knew better and kept his mouth shut. Unfortunately, Tyler Creed did not have the wisdom of the old and his eager, smart-mouth spouted off. "For the sake of argument and making this brief, let's just say that he is as part of the pack as the rest of us here are, he's far too advance to lead the pack now."
All the planning and manipulations of strings and loyalties in the past two days was coming to head now. "He has the wisdom that comes from having been in the pack, seeing the workings here, and living through some of the more trying times. That comes from experience. You? You're just a puppy. You won't know good leadership if it came up and bit you on the tail." Mac Kensen didn't want to lead, he just wanted a quiet life with his wife and six kids, and he knew which horse to back for that.
Tyler didn't leap, his best pal Kris did. Donner caught the boy at mid-leap and mid-transformation by the scuff of his neck, as everyone jumped to their feet, and flung him into the corner of the room. Turning about, he faced a dozen people in mid-transformation. "There will be no fighting here tonight."
Kris literally whimpered and licked his wounds, big gray eyes watching Matt carefully. The others backed off slowly, reverting to human form as quickly as they can trying not to catch Matt's eyes in the process.
"Do you hear me?" Matt asked the room at large, his eyes giving off just enough off enough light to have his intensions know. "There will be no blood shed here, tonight."
Interesting, I wonder how Matt was planning on guaranteeing that? With a little blood shed perhaps? But maybe that wouldn't be necessary. The ease is which he handled Kris without breaking a sweat was not lost on those gathered here. I can see the wheels turning in the minds of many, they were seeing the command that comes to Matthew Donner so naturally, simply because he is who he is. A born leader.
"Okay, okay, everybody just hold your horses and calm down," Sherman was having a field day with this one, I can tell. The twinkle in his eyes indicated his being much amused by all this. "Vivan Cates has offered her nomination and Ruby Cates has second the nominations. Hello there, Ruby, nice to have you back with us again." He waved as if having seen her for the first time in months.
Ruby smiled serenely, here eyes fluttering about the room at perfect ease. She was playing her part well.
"Okay, then," Sherman clapped his hands together and grinned like a big boy. "I'm closing the nominations, unless there are other surprises?" He looked around almost hopeful. "Going once, going twice...."
"Wait!" Matt Donner called out, his brows furrowed with concern and his eyes reflecting his being deep in thought.
I held my breath, as did many others if I am correct. We knew there would be a chance, a chance that Matt wouldn't accept the nomination, a chance that he would pull out. Anyone that knew him knew that he wasn't one to seek glory or power, he is a man of peace. But fate, and me, have always sought him out.
"Donner? Sheriff?" Though his smile was still in tact, Sherman's eyes was not happy at all.
For a moment, I could see the struggle there. His need for a life that does not entail the burdens of leadership verses his need to protect his little girl. A choice I know that he never wanted to make. But how can he not see how well this would all work both for him and the pack? As Alpha, he can protect his young. And as leader, he can assure that fools like Tyler Creed and Gerald Carter did not expose our people to the outside world.
"Yo, Donner!" Sherman called out again.
He looked up and for a moment, I thought he would refuse. "Never mind, it was nothing."
Am I mistaken or did Sherman look relieved? "Okay, going three times... and the floor is closed!"
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-Sherman's POV-
Damn, for a moment there, I thought that lug head was going to spoil it all. Sheesh, talk about being stubborn as a mule. Matthew Donner nearly gave V and me a heart attack there for a moment, all the careful planning....Well, what's done is done.
"Okay, let's cast our votes and pick ourselves a new sacrificial lamb... er...I mean, a new sacred leader." I grinned big for the crowd. Though in many respects, I wasn't incorrect the first time around. The powers that come from being an Alpha is enormous, but so are the burdens that come with it.
You'd think after a couple of hundred years, people would start catching onto the fact that being head of anything has its hazards. Just look at Louis the... um...whichever one got his head chopped off. The young ones enjoy the power that comes with the position, the older ones likes the status of the position, but no body that's not been in the position knows what it is really about. But Matt understood, he understood it too well. Like being the Sheriff of the town, it carries with it many horrors and difficulties.
Sixteen years ago, he turned away fro it cause he could. Now he's got a daughter to protect. What choices does he have?"
For most of the pack, the vote was easy. It was for those few individuals that had no real loyalties to any particular candidate that we must be careful of. Like any political arena, the swing votes were the key.
And won't you know it, the swing votes threw almost everything off. "We have a tie!"
"WHAT?" Tyler Creed, the kid with a bad attitude. Oh I hate to think what's going to happen to the pack should he take control. No control, whatsoever. "What do you mean there's a tie?!?"
"Mr. Creed," I answered patiently. I swear, he's worse that Luke and his bunch sometimes. "When I say there is a tie, that means that two of the candidates have the exact same amount of votes. That is the meaning of a tie."
The exasperation on his face almost made me chuckle. I just love playing with the idiots in this town, Tyler Creed being at the head of that class. They make my life so much more interesting. And if I had more time, I'd bait him so more. But since I don't, what with having to record all the proceedings and such, it'll have to wait for another time.
"I demand a recount!" Gerald Carter yelled, his face so red that for a second, I was afraid that he was going to pop.
"Sit down, Jerry," I waved him down. "The number of votes you pulled in would embarrass the a stripper at a nude beach." Vivian looked at me and frowned. I shrugged.
"Who are the two still running?" Mrs. Muir asked, her delicate blue veined hands folded in her lap. She wasn't much to look at now, wrinkled and tired from a life that was not always kind to her, but she was still one of the best healers around.
If I were some character on one of those TV shows, I'd probably rub by hands together in glee. "Drum roll please," pounding the edge of my fingers against the podium and ignoring the impatient glares from Vivian, Ruby and some notable others, except for Donner, now seemed to be glancing all too often at the clock on the wall. "Mr. Tyler Creed..." the look in Ruby's eyes was undeniably fear, "and our very own Sheriff Matthew Donner."
All eyes were on Donner now and he looked none too happy about it. A part of me knew that he wanted to stop the insanity, to pull himself out of the race. But even he could see what could happen if he did. Kanin was as good as dead. Luke Cates would be in for the fight of his life, assuming he survives the night. And Sophia... may suffer the same fate as her dear mother. No, our dear Matthew knew where his priorities are.
"Let's vote already!" Creed shouted, his eyes glowing dangerously. No control whatsoever.
I have to wonder if Tyler Creed would have been so eager to call for the votes that night had he known what the outcome would be. I think not.
TBC....
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Thanks to everyone that reviewed this story. I'll try to wrap it up soon.
