A/N: Hey, y'all! Here's a little Wolfstar Tarzan!AU that I'd love to finish one day...

Word Count: 679

Enjoy!

Remus stumbled over tree roots, cursing softly as his boots caught on the uneven ground—his mother would have smacked him upside the head if she'd been able to hear him. The only nice thing about the jungle, Remus thought bitterly, was the complete privacy. That, and the research he was able to conduct on primates; it was the whole point of his expedition, after all.

Still, the thrill of seeking new knowledge wasn't quite enough to drown out how lonely he felt; he was a stranger amidst a crew of friends, the only scholar among them. He knew that they thought him strange and incapable, but in all honesty, Remus was used to being considered odd by others.

It wasn't easy, but he was used to fending for himself. Maybe not in a jungle thousands of miles from civilization, but Remus was sure he could handle a few… months.

He felt a stinging on his arm and dropped some of the many notebooks he was lugging around in an attempt to swat whatever insect had just bitten him. He groaned as papers fluttered everywhere, cursing his luck.

"'It'll be just like a vacation,' they said," he grumbled as he knelt down. "'You need to get out of the office,' they said. Well, here's what I say—"

A rustle nearby interrupted his angry rambling. Remus looked up, his amber eyes wide and startled, and anxiously looked in the direction of the noise. If it was some sort of wild animal, he had almost no hope of fending it off; not for the first time, he questioned his decision to leave the crew back at camp.

But it wasn't an animal at all.

Remus gaped as a man wearing criminally little emerged from the vegetation. Remus felt his face flush as he took the stranger in, his eyes roaming over large muscles and finally too a strong-jawed face. Grey eyes and shoulder-length black hair were also notable features.

Remus swallowed thickly.

The man tilted his head to the side. When he spoke, his voice was deep, slow, and hesitant. "Hello?"

"Hello," Remus responded immediately, scrambling to his feet. More papers flew from his arms, and he'd give anything to stop tripping over himself in the presence of this man. He clumsily shifted his books to one arm and stuck his arm out. "Hello, hello, it's nice to meet you. My name is Remus Lupin—" He stopped himself and took a breath. "And who might you be?"

The man looked at Remus' hand confusedly. "I am Sirius," he said after a moment. Then, a wide grin overtook his features. "Welcome!"

Quick as a flash, Sirius had gathered all of Remus' papers and was holding them out to him proudly. Remus took them numbly, too shocked to even say thank you.

The questions how and why flew through Remus' mind. One thing was clear: This man had never seen an English town. He had a thick, unnameable accent, and he spoke with great care, almost as if he'd just picked up the language. Remus wondered, indeed, if Sirius had picked it up in the month he and the crew had been camped in the jungle.

But then, Sirius would have had to have grown up here, in the wilderness, and that didn't seem possible.

Until Remus remembered the newspaper clipping that his father had always raved about; the one about the sinking of the illustrious Black family's ship sinking near the very island Remus was standing on now. In fact, it had been his father's fascination with this place that had urged Remus to choose it for his expedition.

It seemed that the Blacks had survived after all, but their son clearly hadn't become the well-bred aristocrat their family was famous for producing. Sirius.

Remus itched to know how this man had survived for so long alone—and indeed, if he was the person Remus suspected he was.

He ran a hand through his sweat-dampened, tawny curls. "Thank you," he choked out. He wondered what in the world he was supposed to do next.