Title: Lycanthropy

Author: Hudine Wolfspirit

Rating: T Suitable for teens, 13 years and older, with some violence, minor coarse language, and minor suggestive adult themes.

Paring: Rose/9th Doctor

Distribution: Anyone that wants it

Spoilers: None

Summery: 9th Dr/Rose: Sequel to Parenthood: Rose and the Doctor's youngest son Aiden is now fifteen years old. This is his story.

Category: Drama, Action/Adventure, AU

Disclaimer: It's not mine! It belongs to rich people not poor penniless me who is not making a penny out of this. Only made for the enjoyment of others (please don't Sue me). Dr Who is a trade mark of the BBC, to see more about the BBC and Dr Who go to www. BBC . co . uk /Doctorwho

Notes: This is AU it don't exactly follow cannon, my take on things. NO FLAMES SAYING IT DIDN'T HAPPEN THAT WAY -- not actually got to the part where Aiden has been born yet in Parenthood but he is the closest to my heart.

Feedback: To hudine at and ICQ 59461891 or yahoo IM: Hudine

Dedications: Wildecate for beta-ing, Helen just because, and Jilly since she's been feeling horrible lately.

WARNINGS: None


Prologue - Lycanthropy

The Doctor came out of the medical Lab of the TARDIS to see his wife and the rest of his family standing around nervously. They all looked to him for answers, trying to ignore in the amount of blood on his clothing. He managed to swallow the nervous lump in his throat, still in a shocked daze.

"He's sleeping and on a blood drip. He's lost a lot, but he is going to be OK."

Rose sobbed in relief, starting to know how her mother must have felt when she first found out about all the travelling. She was comforted quietly by her husband who wrapped himself around her into a tight embrace, soon followed by Jake and the twins.

"I'm going in to see him."

"OK, but kids, you have to stay here." He looked at Jake. "You can all see him later when he has rested."

Turning away, he left Jake to take charge as he always did and followed his wife into the medlab. She was sitting by the bedside of their youngest son Aiden who was barely two years old. Walking up to his youngest and his mother; he placed a kiss on top of her head. The boy was sleeping soundly.

"Sorry I had to kick you out of here earlier."

"It's OK. You were right. Someone needed to take care of the others, it's not fair on Jake making him take charge when he is worried too. I mean he's only five." She ran a hand through Aiden's hair, "Is he going to be OK? I mean long term?"

"He may or may not remember this when he gets older. The bite should only leave a light scarring, but he has been infected with the lycanthropy virus. It will remain so until he is older and learns to regenerate."

"Lycanthropy, you mean as in werewolves?"

"Yes, afraid so. He can lead a perfectly normal life. It is an alien virus, that triggers the change into a wolf-like being with the build up of either/or cosmic radiation, hence the full moon myth of Earth as the moon amplifies the type of radiation and it is at it's strongest during the full moon but can also be triggered by strong or negative emotion like fear and anger. Even if he turns, he will still retain part of himself despite what the myths say, it just takes practice to learn control. He must stay away from silver, it will cause a burning allergic reaction, and, despite what you might have heard, silver doesn't kill a werewolf. It'll just hurt like hell unless it gets stuck in the heart, or in his case hearts."

"You sound like the voice of experience," Rose said emotionally, holding back tears, wanting so badly to believe her son can be normal.

"I am." The Doctor replied solemnly.

"What?"

"They don't call me the Bad Wolf for nothing." He sighed, it was one of the few things he talked about; his time during the war. "My last regeneration was infected, along with others. It was an attempt to give us an advantage; a werewolf can take an energy blast from a Dalek and only be slightly stunned for a few minutes. It was what gave us the advantage in the end. But we were vicious in our wolf form. Perfect soldiers. Every time that the wolves were sent in, there was death. But we could control it, we did what we had to do... And some of it will haunt me for the rest of my life."


Chapter 1 - Rebel

Aiden sat on top of an old bin in an alleyway at his Gran's council estate, smoking a joint hanging around with his two friends John and Mike. He was on his third, and they where on their second and stoned, where Aiden may as well have been breathing in air through a straw. He only done it to piss off his mother, his Dad had given up, knowing it really wasn't going to do anything to him.

Taking a deep whiff of air through his nose, he smelt everything, the cannabis, pollution from the London traffic, the chip shop down the street, his oldest brother headed this way... quickly he stubbed out the joint and ran to meat him so he wouldn't be caught. His sensitive hearing didn't need another lecture about drugs on top of everything else.

"Hey Jake, what's up?" He asked in the scratchy voice of a teenage boy who's voice was in the process of breaking. His accent had an odd mixture of London and Northern to it.

"Don't hey Jake me, and you are up. You are supposed to be at school today."

"What would I want to go there for? It's boring, I know everything they are supposedly teaching, and the science and history is laughable."

"That's not the point. The law here says you need to go until you finish next year." He took in his youngest brother's appearance, and sighed. Aiden had long black unruly hair, blue yes that turned yellow in wolf form, a golden hoop ear ring on one ear that their mother allowed him to get a year ago; big ears and nose like their father's, Aiden was really a picture of their Dad's currant incarnation if he had ever been a teenager in it. Aiden also had ditched the school uniform for tattered blue jeans and a black hoodie with a demonic wolf on the back with the words 'Bad Wolf' in blood like writing.

"Well I'm going to have to take you to school now, then."

"You think I am really going to go back?"

"Yes you are, or I am going to tell Gran you been playing hooky again."

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Try me."

Their grandmother, Jackie Tyler, was a formidable opponent that even their father didn't like to go up against. Resigned to his fate, Aiden shoved his hands into his pockets and shuffled along behind his brother. He looked his eldest brother over. Jake looked much as he did only much neater as Jake took pride in what he looked like. His black hair was neatly trimmed and combed to almost perfection; his clothes didn't have the 'hand-me-down' look of Aiden's own; which he supposed was the difference between being the oldest rather than the youngest in the family.

Since the Slitheen incident the Government had stepped up their watch for aliens, and the last thing they needed right now was to be caught; with the TARDIS being broken and all. So their father spent his time and a good bit of their money on the TARDIS, but it really seemed fruitless to Aiden at times, as it hadn't worked since he was three years old. In the meantime they had to act like the everyday family from a poverty stricken housing estate, in one of the poorest areas of London. Not exactly easy since he was a werewolf, his sister was a genius in Gallifreyan terms; his middle brother loved to invent things, and his eldest brother had the power of levitation. And there was also the small matter of the fact, their father wouldn't know how to act human if it walked up and smacked him in the face.

It wasn't long before Aiden was back in fourth period scruffy clothes, with a note from his brother to the headmaster. He looked out the window up at the sky, wondering what was out there, wanting to see the things his parents had seen and the stories he had been told. No, there were far better things to be doing that sitting in a stuffy classroom; his highly sensitive nose overpowered by the smell of teenage hormones.

The worst thing was the teacher was trying to teach him French, but the TARDIS automatically translated it into whatever language the person listening thought in. So this normally meant he had to stay after school a lot for not trying, because the teacher's thought patterns was in English, there for it always sounded like he was speaking English instead of French.

Daydreaming, he could see himself being cased by Daleks and sneaking past Cybermen. What it would have been like to meet Charles Dickens and William Shakespeare instead of reading about it in English? No, he was too much like his father to stay in one place and one time. He craved adventure. That craving was what kept the Doctor from giving up on his TARDIS, and the same craving made his youngest son help him.

"Aiden!"

The young Gallifreyan was shook out of his reverie. "Huh?"

Mr Jameson, his French teacher, looked down at him. "The bell rang ages ago," he replied softer this time.

"Sorry, I was far away."

"You always are," he looked the boy up and down. "You never come to class or apply yourself, yet you always get top marks. If you would get your head out of the clouds now and then you could go far." Sighing he added, "Go on before you are late for Science."


The rest of the day went from bad to worse, Aiden thought, as he sat in the principle's office, eyeing his Science teacher Mr Chesterton (who had only been on the job a week as the last one quit when he made her go insane) and his headmaster Mr Cunningham. Mr Cunningham was raving, in stark contrast to Mr Chesterton who was genuinely impressed.

The door opened and Aiden cringed as he saw both his parents come through, he just prayed to any divine being that may be listening, that his father wouldn't embarrass him again.

"OK, what he do this time?" Rose asked in a disapproving tone.

Aiden swallowed and tried to look small under his mother's glare, while his father looked oddly at his Science teacher. "It wasn't my fault!"

"Shut up boy!" The headmaster roared. "This hooligan blew up the science lab!"

"How?" The Doctor asked simply as he sat down beside his son, never taking his eyes off Mr Chesterton.

"Well I never seen something quite like it... I mean I gave them normal school play dough from the art department. They where supposed to use it in an experiment to measure the cubic area by dropping it in water then noting down how many centilitres the water had risen."

"Perfectly simple experiment." He finally looked at his son, who if possible shrank even more at his ice blue gaze. "What did you do to the play dough?"

"NOTHING!" Aiden screamed, but the Doctor continued to look at him like that unshifting. "Ok so I might have put it in my pocket at some stage... Maybe something I shouldn't have had got mixed up in there..."

"What have you got in your pocket?" He asked simply. Aiden looked around and whispered something into his father's ear. "Oh, Aiden you know that is dangerous."

"I know... just I was planning on using some to make a battery for... well something."

"Battery!" The Doctor exclaimed, "You were making Nitro Nine!"

"Nitro Nine!" Rose asked astounded. "What so you can blow up God knows what?"

"Well it's not Nitro Nine as such... I call it Nitro Ten... more of a kick."

The Doctor could have murdered Ace then for teaching his kids how to make it. Calming a little he asked, "Was anyone hurt?"

"No, luckily. It was only a minor explosion, a few desks and chairs in the area destroyed but nothing major." Mr Cunningham replied.

"How much?" Rose asked.

"Well there was at least £1000 worth of damage."

"Fine, we will find the money somehow," Rose replied resolved.

"Also we will have no choice but to suspend your son for a month."

"Oh don't worry he's grounded for the rest of his life," Rose replied in an answer.

"Your son really is quite brilliant." Mr Chesterton added butting in, "all this bad behaviour to me adds up to a young mind that is not challenged."

"And we can't afford to send him to a private school," replied Rose.

"Yes indeed." The old science teacher looked at the boy, "but I know some people that would put his brain to good use, giving him something to challenge the boy."

Aiden looked up to his father hopeful.

"No."

"Why not?" Aiden asked in protest.

"You know why not." He looked at the Science teacher again, "My son is not going off to work for the military. Even if UNIT are good people, I can't let him. It's too dangerous."

"Now come on, I mean a few hours a week in a lab is hardly out in the field getting shot at."

"No Chatterton. It will draw too much attention."

"The name is Ch... Doctor?" It suddenly dawned on him who this boy was and why he was reminded of teaching Susan.

"You know who I am Ian, and you know why I have to keep a low profile." Getting up coaxing Rose and his son out the door, he turned to his old friend before leaving, "say hello to Barbra for me."


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