AN: I don't own either HP or TWD. This is a continuation/backstory for my top harry drabble with Shane.
It was a week after Shane left the farm, left it for good, leaving Carl and Lori and Rick and Daryl, that his car ran out of gas. He had taken one of the smaller cars, intending on leaving the bigger of the three for the family, as he was only one man. One man heading out on his own, his stomach lurching, his mind going in circles.
The barn had been full of walkers, had been full of the walkers that had killed and eaten thousands, if not millions of people already. And Hershel had just… left them in there, close to their group.
Shane swore under his breath and hit the steering wheel again, yelling loud until his voice turned hoarse. Until his blood roared in his ears, pounding in his chest, his heart doing double time. Tears pooled in his eyes and he pounded his fists at the wheel again, hitting the horn accidentally, going still immediately after.
The car horn sounded loud and eerie on the otherwise silent road, making Shane glad he had taken one of the lesser roads. The trees surrounded the road around him and he swore again, rolling down the window of the front seat and listening for a second, for a minute. When there was no sign of walkers, Shane sighed and got out of the car, making sure his pistol was in his holster. And that his shotgun was in the passenger seat, within easy reach.
He glanced around the narrow road and then up into the night sky, with the moon shining above him. The stars twinkled down at him like they were mocking him for his choices, for falling in love with Lori and with Carl and… Rick. And with Daryl and… He leaned against the car door, his legs trembling, and yelled again, up to the night sky.
"FUCK!"
He thumped the door behind him hard with his knuckles, feeling that instant hot stinging pain that flared in his nerves. Cuts opened against the metal and blood trickled out. Shane brought his hands back up, looking at them in the light of the moon, watching as the blood… as his blood bubbled up to the surface skin.
Maybe that crazy scientist… No. No. No, that motherfucker didn't have the right idea. Shane steadied himself and peered out at the road beyond him, taking a deep breath, and getting back in the car. He left the door open as he got his bearings again, his heart slowing down and that was when he heard the shuffling noise.
Shane pulled the axe out of the back seat and waited, turning to the west, back in the direction of the farm and waited. Waited, his heart skipping several beats, impatient, and finally spotted the walker, shuffling like a slow predator out of trees. Two of them came, slow and steady, dried blood dotting their skin, gashes torn out here and there.
One had a foot missing and the other was lacking an ear.
Shane could barely see them in the dark, chilly night of a Georgia summer going into autumn. Their growls though… their growls made it easy to pinpoint where they were and he waited until it was almost too late. Waited and then swung, thrusting his axe into the closest walker and shot the other.
Blood splattered onto his shirt, onto his jeans, and his shot echoed into the silent air. His breathing hitched in his chest as both walkers fell to the ground, deader than dead, one with a bullet in its head and the other with a gash in its skull. Brain matter and blood littered the ground around them and he was just about to turn back to his car, having taken a step back from it, when a shuffling noise made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
Shane yelled and hurriedly raised his gun again, fit his finger to the trigger, and was about to shoot when a loud growl filled the small clearing. A figure shot across the road, large, hulking, and fast, almost like a missile shot from a cannon as it launched itself right onto the walker.
Launched and struck, fangs out and tearing into the walker, claws striking into the walker's guts. Shane sucked in a sharp breath, fast and uneven, goosebumps rolling up his skin as he watched the creature ride the walker down to the asphalt. It was over and done in minutes and the creature took a step off the body and turned its head towards him.
Shane's breath hitched again and he raised his gun and pulled the trigger, swearing under his breath when the chamber of his gun clicked empty. The creature… the wolf… was about as big as the biggest motorcycle, about as big as a small horse, big, black and lethal, blood dripping from its fangs. When it moved, it left bloody paw prints on the asphalt beneath it, its tail swishing lightly behind it. Its fur was thick and black as midnight, no ounce of color to it except for its eyes. Its eyes were vibrantly green, shining with inhuman intelligence.
The wolf bared its fangs at him, green eyes shimmering in the moonlight, and stared right at him, giving a slow once over and licking its lips.
Shane stared back, stared right into its eyes, pointing his axe right at the wolf. The wolf huffed out a loud breath and seemed to smile at him, panting quietly before silently turning and trotting off.
Wolf trotted off after killing the dead human that still walked on two legs, wanting to howl, wanting to go find his pack. But… those words echoed in his mind, echoed in the mind of the human he shared a body with. The human who wielded magic easily, who he sometimes listened to when it came to matters of the humans.
Those other humans, the ones in the magical world, had tossed him out, shoving him through that misty veil. Had called him dark and a monster, called him a murderer for tearing into the wolf who had made him.
Wolf had ended up here, here in a world that had gone wrong. That had gone mad. Humans that smelled wrong, that didn't taste good and didn't have a beating heart still walked around. Walked around and attacked anything that moved. And no magic. Nothing like anything he had seen before.
A few hours later and the sun broke over the horizon, lighting the road up, lighting up the car in the distance that he had spotted. The empty jug in his hands weighed him down as he walked, flashes of memory from last night coming back in spurts. Had he really seen that wolf? That wolf that had been bigger than anything he had ever seen, bigger than a wild wolf would be.
Besides, there were no wolves in Georgia. Last he heard there were wolves in California, maybe in Oregon, but none on the east coast. He laughed dryly, a quiet hoarse thing that seemed alien to him, a sound that he didn't even recognize, his fingers itching to curl around his gun and pull it. His knuckles were still bloody from where he had hit them against his truck last night, aching and throbbing in time with his breath.
It took a few minutes of walking but he made it to the car, his other hand tight around the hilt of his axe. Ready for anything minus that huge ass wolf that he may or may not have hallucinated. Shane peered through the car's windows, seeing dirt and dust over the leather. Blood splattered over the glass windows but there weren't bodies or anything else. He sighed in relief and shuffled over to the gas tank, opening it up and dropping the tube in, filling up his gas jug.
He listened to the gas filling up the tank, hearing his stomach begin to growl, like that wolf from last night. Except much quieter and… He remembered sitting and eating cheeseburgers with Rick before the world ended, remembered sneaking kisses with Lori in the hospital after Rick was shot.
The next time he saw the wolf, it was in broad daylight, and a week later, as he turned down a curve on the road. He had chosen to travel north, taking county roads up and parallel to the highway, just as a crow would fly. Shane whistled under his breath as he drove aimlessly, his stomach growling, as he tried to find a truck stop that wasn't packed with walkers.
He missed Daryl right now. The hillbilly had had a way with hunting, a way with making tracks that weren't noticed.
Shane sighed and stopped his car at a convenience store, a little place that wasn't even marked on any maps. It was a gas station and a store and about six walkers, all milling about directionless. All lacking a food source and between him and food right now. Shane grunted, picking up his axe from his passenger seat and quietly swung the door open, having parked in a little nook out of sight. The sun immediately glared down at him and sweat pricked the nape of his neck, sliding down his back and making his shirt stick to his skin.
A quiet growl from behind him made him start, his heart skipping several beats in his chest. He watched, out of the corner of his eyes, as the massive animal from a week ago pad up to his side. The wolf was about as tall as a motorcycle, about as tall as Daryl's motorcycle, and easily peered over at him, his green eyes dark. The wolf's dark as midnight fur was matted and splashed with blood, his claws sharp on the asphalt beneath him.
"You an escapee?" Shane idly asked, keeping his voice low but hearing how dry it was. He was thirsty too, hungry, and the growl that echoed in the little nook was not his, not coming from the wolf's throat but from the wolf's stomach.
The wolf growled and huffed out a sound that sounded like amusement but that couldn't be right. The wolf was just a wolf, right? Shane rolled his eyes and decided that the moment he started to see things, he was off his rocker. For all he knew the wolf wasn't actually there and the walkers weren't there and this whole thing was just-
The wolf reached right over and nipped his side through his shirt, lightly, his eyes flashing with irritation. A bright shot of pain tingled in his side, his nerves lighting up with heat and reality and drawing him out of his head.
"OW! You fucker!"
Shane shook his head and gestured with his axe right at the wolf's neck. "I'll kill you and cook you for dinner then. How'd you like that?"
The wolf grunted and moved forward, trotting on quiet paws towards the convenience store, taking the lead. Shane growled irritably and followed, seeing that tail wag slowly, as if it was mocking him. They walked around the back of the store, passing empty cars, passing two vehicles that had bloodied walkers in them, pounding the doors to try to get out.
Shane shuddered at the sight before shrugging them off, ignoring the sounds of banging. The wolf took down the first walker silently, leaping up onto the walker's back and dragging it down fast and bloody, spraying everything with red. Shane took out the second and third, one with his axe and the other with a headshot.
"Hey, you fucker, kill and move on!" Shane hissed, after the first squelch and tear of flesh.
The wolf growled, peering up at him with bloody fangs, its eyes dark with instinct. Shane shivered as he met those eyes and then the wolf loped forward, taking out another walker as it came around the building to greet them. Shane moved ahead and rounded the building, seeing the front door, the automatic door that was opening and closing. Opening and closing as the walker right in the middle of it kept it moving. The walker was down a leg and down an arm, on its' ass, but still growling, still hissing and reaching out for Shane with bloody fingers.
He shot it in the head and heard the wolf take out another walker behind him. The automatic doors closed with a last thump on the walker before opening again. The wolf remained quiet through the fight, not making another sound, as they finished the walkers outside.
Shane looked inside and then glanced around at the small parking lot behind him, seeing the five cars they had passed. The wolf paused at his side before walking right up to the doors and hesitating only briefly before reaching out with its head and dragging the dead walker out of the path of the automatic doors. Shane swallowed at all those bloody fangs, his finger on the trigger of his pistol tightening.
The wolf grunted and released its bloody prize a few feet away, leaving a trail of blood and guts, before it walked right back up to the doors. The sensors of the doors blinked green and the door opened for the massive animal. Shane took a step to follow it only for the wolf to growl.
Growl and put a paw in Shane's way, blocking him from heading into the store.
"What now?" Shane retorted, argued. He was arguing with a wolf that couldn't be real. No wolf was this big, he was pretty sure about that. He could hear the wolf's breath, see the way the wolf's ribs contracted for a deep breath, its sides expanding and contracting.
The wolf growled and jerked its head back, growling even lower in its throat, a clear order. Shane glared right back at it and then swore, watching as the wolf loped inside. The automatic doors closed behind it and Shane was left standing outside the convenience store.
"I just lost an argument with a wolf."
Shane grunted and took a deep breath, immediately regretting it as he smelled the rotting remains of the walkers around him. "A wolf."
He laughed and kept laughing as he moved over to the front wall of the store and slumped down against it. He heard the desperate edge to his laughter and ignored it, dropping his pistol and axe in his lap, and laughed some more, even as he heard thumping coming from the store.
Thumping, a loud, angry bark, and then a howl. A moderately loud howl, one that sounded victorious, and then silence after a minute. Shane's voice ran dry and hoarse as he trailed off, tears pooling in his eyes, blurring the edges of his vision even as a walker crept out from the trees ahead of him.
He heard the automatic doors open and shut again, this time with nothing in the middle to confuse the sensors. He was amazed the power was still on here, his eyes flicking to the gas station itself, wondering if it was just a backup generator that was still going. He lifted his pistol and shot the walker shuffling towards him, watching as his aim floundered, the bullet hitting the walker's shoulder.
He shot again and hit the walker's skull this time, blowing the dead woman's brains out.
The first lick to his wrist jolted him, the warm breath on his skin making goosebumps roll up his arms. Shane's breath hiccuped in his chest and he shuddered, twitching, as the big animal stood over him, its green eyes meeting his.
The wolf huffed out a quiet breath and stepped further into the vee of Shane's legs, stopping there for a moment, causing Shane to have to spread his legs. Shane stopped breathing for a moment, feeling the cold of the stone wall behind his back and the heat radiating from the wolf. The wolf just stood there, four legs solidly planted on the ground, its claws curling into the asphalt, and dragged a sloppy kiss up his face.
Shane's nose wrinkled and he grimaced at the slobber, even as the wolf licked down his arm, as if the animal was getting ready to… "You're not eating me, right?"
The wolf huffed and looked at him, its eyes lightening with amusement and shook its head. Shane wasn't sure if the wolf was trying to say that he didn't taste good or if the animal was just playing with him or what but the warmth… the heat that the animal radiated felt good even though it was hot and sunny out.
The wolf reached in to nose over his face, licking up the tear tracks, soft and warm, before stepping back. With a low bark, the wolf jerked its' snout towards the door, clearly indicating that the store was clear.
Shane took a breath and reached out to grab some of the wolf's fur, using the wolf as leverage to help him up. The wolf stayed right where it was, calm and steady bulk, and waited until Shane was on his feet before following him back into the store.
Shane holstered his pistol but kept his axe out, just in case, and stepped into the store. His gaze traveled over the many empty shelves, the empty coolers that would have contained beer and wine, and spotted a few shelves that were still mostly stocked. He immediately went for the instant noodles, realizing that if the automatic doors still worked… The microwave would still work too.
The wolf trotted through the aisles around him, swerving around the bodies of the walkers it had brought down.
Shane idly listened to it but kept most of his attention on the cup of noodles he stuck in the microwave. His stomach growled at the scent that wafted out from it and he could hear the wolf's stomach growl too, loud and clear, before he heard… A strangled sound came from where the wolf was, two aisles over, followed by the sound of bones cracking and grating against each other. The sounds echoed over the microwave for another minute before quieting.
Shane flinched and reached for his gun. "Shit! What the fuck? Did you miss-"
Footsteps padded over, getting louder, and Shane thumbed the safety off before raising it. Raising it and pointing it right at the man whose head poked around the aisle.
The guy was naked and unconcerned about it, black, messy hair covering his skull. His green eyes glinted in the sunlight that emerged through the sunlights in the roof above them and the scar on the guy's face was the first thing Shane's gaze was drawn to. He could also see sweat dripping down the guy's forehead, a few drops trickling down his arms and chest. The guy had a moderate level of facial hair, the faint beginnings of it anyway, the scruff making him look like a seasoned soldier. He was probably as old as Shane, maybe a year or two older, and radiated confidence. Built like a runner but more solid, like he could take a couple punches and stay standing.
Shane kept his gun pointed on the man even as the guy stopped at the edge of the aisle. The guy met Shane's eyes easily before turning on his heels to grab something behind him, not visible to Shane, and yanking it up. A pack. Shane's eyes were drawn to the play of muscles on the guy's chest, legs, arms, and the large cock hanging between the man's legs. He swallowed at the sight in front of him, his heart skipping several beats before jump starting at a fast pace.
Heat flickered at the base of his spine and in his gut but he shoved it down, trying to ignore the voice that said it'd been a while since he had had any kind of sex. Last time he'd tried to fuck Lori, he'd been drunk and that had not...
"See anything you like?"
The British accent made Shane start a little but didn't make him lower his gun. "Who the fuck are you?"
"Name's Harry. And you?"
"Shane."
Shane stared at the guy, at Harry, and watched him draw clothes out of his pack. Clothes that were obviously for the guy as he pulled on first a shirt and then pants, not jeans but well worn, pants. And then Harry fit socks to his feet and boots, boots that had the look of combat boots. The whole picture made for a sight and doubly so since Shane was pretty sure there had been no one else in the store. No one else except for the wolf.
"What the fuck are you then? A werewolf? Hey, wolfy! Where the fuck are you?"
Harry's lips twitched up in amusement and Shane grunted, irritation tripping through him. He remembered Carl sharing a few of his comic books with him, sharing one in particular that had a werewolf as a member of a team.
"You got it in one," Harry offered, grinning at something Shane had said, and opened his mouth to say something else when the microwave timer went off. The beep tore through Shane's mounting irritation that had turned into anger, and made him stop in his tracks. "Look, mate, I'm not going to stop you from eating those noodles. I already cleared the store so we're good for right now. But let's not push it, alright?"
Shane growled and took a step forward, still pointing his gun at the guy, not knowing if he was going to…
"Shane, eat your noodles. I'm not going to hurt you."
"You're crazy! You're a crazy guy and I don't… Get out of here!"
Harry eyed him carefully and took a step towards him, movements careful and slick, like his body was a well oiled machine. "I'm staying and grabbing a few things, okay? I'm hungry too."
Shane glared at him and then turned around to pull out the cup of noodles from the microwave. He grabbed one of the packets of disposable utensils from the tray next to the microwave and dug in, groaning at the taste of something other than beans and applesauce.
"Should see if we can find a gardening store," Harry called out over the aisles, his footsteps echoing in the empty store. Shane could hear the crackling of plastic as Harry probably reached out and grabbed things from shelves. "I'd be able to plant things in my trunk garden that way. Get some tomatoes, potatoes. That sort of thing."
"I don't care, man! What the fuck are you going on about the 'we' thing?" Shane yelled, taking another big bite of noodles and sucking up the broth.
"We. You shouldn't be alone," Harry returned, sounding closer this time, his voice idle, a hint of worry in it. "I can't be alone. I know that, doubly so with the werewolf thing."
Shane twirled around some more noodles on his fork and swallowed them, chewing first. He groaned again at the taste and sighed in contentment, grabbing one of the last bottles of water on the counter. The remains of the store clerk lay behind the counter, a gunshot wound to the head instead of claws and teeth, and he turned away from it.
He twisted open the cap and drank it down thirstily, greedily, water going down his parched throat and easing it.
"I'm not going with you," Shane called out, as he heard Harry's steps move towards him, the man picking up some things and then putting some back down. "I don't even know who you are."
Harry turned down the aisle behind him and lifted an eyebrow, his pack open and full to the brim with packaged food and water bottles. "I don't know who you are but I can smell things. Gunpowder, leather, anxiety, stress, blood-dried and fresh. You know how to wield a gun reliably, know how to shoot. You have the stance of a law enforcement officer but you shoot too quickly."
The hair on the back of Shane's neck prickled and stood up as Harry took another step towards him. The sight of Harry coming around the corner of the aisle before, all naked and sweaty, flitted through his mind again and he licked his lips.
Harry smirked at him, lazy, hot amusement in his eyes and face.
"It's been four months, man," Shane retorted, glancing down into his cup of noodles and seeing that only broth was left. He tipped it to his mouth and drank it down that way, gulping down the seasoned liquid, before setting the styrofoam cup down onto the counter. "Everyone's gonna be shootin' too quick."
"Four months of this? You mean this wasn't normal?" Harry quirked an eyebrow, his eyes darkening before he shrugged. "That's why you're getting hot under the hood for me."
"I am not getting hot under the hood for you! Idiot!" Shane yelled, his blood roaring in his ears, anger making him hot. "And what the fuck do you mean this wasn't normal? Of course this ain't normal!"
Harry snorted and walked over to the counter, stopping in front of Shane to look over the choices of available packed food. There wasn't much but Harry eyed the cups of to go cereal, moving around Shane to look at the boxes of rice and pancake mix. There were only three left of each and he threw them all into his pack, brushing his shoulder against Shane's, making him shiver a little.
Shane stared at him, watching as he moved, and swore under his breath. "I am not getting hard right now!"
Harry pointedly looked down at where Shane's cock was hard against his pants, straining for attention. "So… when was the last time you had sex?"
"Three weeks ago at a quarry. Then I tried to have sex two weeks ago at a CDC. The crack scientist there preferred to kill himself rather than face this!"
"Some people can't do this," Harry agreed, lifting his shoulders in a small shrug and took a deep breath, his ribs expanding and then contracting in. His nostrils flared as Shane watched and he wondered… That look in Harry's eyes made his breath hitch, made his cock harden a little bit more, making it almost painful. "I'm not one of them."
"Sure as shit not me." Shane grimaced and grabbed the last water bottle that Harry hadn't taken and was about to twist the cap off when the guy came closer. Leaving only a bit of space between them, heat twisting and coiling in his gut. "Ain't gonna be me."
He spared a look to where Harry was also hard, his cock visible against his pants, and Shane gulped down a breath. Knowing what he knew… Harry licked his lips and reached out to cup him through his pants, making Shane rock back on the heels of his feet. He fell back against the counter behind him as Harry pressed down with his palm, rubbing his fingers over Shane's cock.
Even through the smell of rotting flesh, Shane moaned, thrusting into Harry's hand as the guy stroked him.
"And I can smell arousal," Harry whispered, closing the distance between them but not leaning in any further. Not to kiss him but to unzip his pants and spit into his palm, snaking it down to touch him, hot skin to hot skin. Shane gasped out loud at the touch, sensation overwhelming him and rutting against Harry's hand. His mind sputtered to a halt at the touch, open and uninhibited.
Shane's knees threatened to buckle as heat spiraled through him, as his nerves lit up with the slow burn of pleasure and arousal. Pre-come spurted from his cock easy and quick as Harry twisted his fingers over the head of his cock, thumbing the slit and squeezing slightly, drawing a choked moan from Shane.
"Oh fuck!" Shane yelled out, his eyes fluttering closed as his heart thundered in his chest, as his orgasm rushed through him. Harry grinned and continued to stroke him through it, warm fingers curling around his cock, all warm heat and slick movements. Come spurted from his cock in white strands, hot white and covering Harry's fingers. Milked him through it, pumping him for another minute and finally stilling his fingers.
Shane stood there, all of his weight against the counter, his cock in Harry's fingers, breathing hard, his toes curling in his boots, his vision greying out. He blinked in and out and finally kept his eyes closed by sheer force of will, letting out a moan as he watched Harry bring his come striped finger up to his mouth.
Harry met his eyes as he licked his finger clean, hot arousal in those green eyes. And something else, something predatory and Shane gulped.
"You taste good," Harry offered idly, like he was discussing the weather and wiping his hands on his pants.
Shane let out a choked sound even as tiny little aftershocks of pleasure tripped through his body. His eyes fell on Harry's cock, seeing it through the man's pants, and wondering how the man was keeping it together. He knew what it was like to be that horny and it wasn't fun. "You want some help with that?"
"Thought you'd never ask," Harry said, reaching down to unzip his own pants and pushing them down just enough to bare his cock.
Shane swallowed at the sight, at seeing that big, painfully red cock between Harry's legs and fell to his knees. Harry made a sound at the sight, his pupils blowing wider, black edging out the color. Shane opened his mouth and licked over the tip of Harry's cock, tonguing the underside of it, tasting the bitterness of pre-come already.
Harry grunted above him and reached out a hand to curl around Shane's neck, leaving his fingers light. The hair at the back of his neck and arms stood up as he twirled his tongue over more of that heated skin and taking Harry in deeper, sucking him down and gagging on it.
"Easy," Harry murmured, his fingernails scratching light circles into his skin and making him shiver.
Shane breathed through his nose and slowed down, obeying Harry's words subconsciously, swallowing around the cock in his mouth. Harry groaned and leaned against the counter too, leaning his side against it.
"I'm not gonna…" Harry paused, licking his lips and looking down at him like Shane was something good. Like he hadn't left Otis to… He inhaled and sucked Harry down to the root, feeling the man's cock touch his throat.
Harry moaned at the wet heat that surrounded him, seeing Shane's throat bulge obscenely, his cock hitting the back of the man's mouth. He tightened his fingers around Shane's neck and felt him shudder in his hold, saw his eyes darken at a thought. Shane's skin paled and Harry thrust into that mouth, hearing Shane gag on it again.
"Your mind... go somewhere?" Harry croaked out, even as Shane twisted his tongue around his cock, tonguing the underside and sucked him down. Shane's eyes closed and the guy made a noise in his throat, something raw and hot that made pleasure bloom in his body. The wolf that shared his body howled eagerly, pacing in his mind, in his body, wanting to claim, to mark. Harry tried and failed to close his eyes against instinct and tapped Shane's cheek, wanting to see those pretty lips open for him. He had watched as Shane had sucked down all of the broth of the instant noodle cup, heat echoing in his body at the sight, picturing the man with Harry's cock in his mouth.
The reality of it was something else and it made something possessive curl underneath his ribs. Shane was on his knees, hot and sweaty, the thin layer of hair on his scalp shiny with sweat. Shane's tongue moved, swirled around his cock and sent Harry over the edge, making his vision grey out and his toes curl in his boots. He came hard and Shane swallowed all of it, white strands spilling out.
His breathing hitched and as soon as he caught it, he stroked his fingers over Shane's neck, pulling out slowly. Shane breathed heavily on his knees, his eyes wide and dazed.
The sound of a hiss, followed by the automatic door opening and closing, made them both stiffen. Harry took a moment to inhale, suck in a breath, scenting the air before moving. Harry turned, sweeping his magic out and around them, and waved a hand backward. The cutting curse swept backward immediately, sickly red light cutting right into the walker's skull with a sickening crunch. The body fell to the floor and let Harry focus back on Shane, who was staring at him with wide eyes.
"Come on. I'll explain everything," Harry offered, shaking his head and helping Shane up. The man smelled of exhaustion, of anger and pain, those bitter scents making Harry's nose wrinkle. "After we both get some sleep."
AN2: I'd also be willing, possibly more than willing, to make this Harry/Shane/Rick/Daryl. Or just keep it Harry/Shane. Depends on what you guys want.
