Chapter 5

*I do not own Skyrim, but I do own Juheena and Juheena owns Farkas*

Anja saw it coming. She tried to yell out, but she was too late. The dagger went right through Juheena's middle, its deadly tip shining in the light through the folds of her robes.

She pushed violently through the crowds, and joined the kneeling women nearby. The same Bosmer that helped free the prisoners, Saveri, her name was, ran and tackled the renegade bandit. She punched him violently, one after the other, until he lay still. Anja could hear her ragged breaths from her spot as she lay Juheena's head in her lap. Saveri raised her arm up with a thumbs up sign towards Anja.

"She's alive," a Dunmer woman said. "I'm no expert at restoration magic, but I know enough to at least stop some of the bleeding."

"Please.." Anja said, running her fingers through Juheena's hair, biting her lip to hold back tears. Her new best friend was in trouble. Before the dark elf could do anything, the door burst open.

"Here we go again.." Anja groaned.

"What's going on here?" A thick Nord accent rang out. Anja looked at the two similar men, and recognized the wolf armor that the smaller of the two was wearing.

"Companions! Please, Juheena is hurt!" Anja called, relieved.

The bigger one appeared visibly shaken as he ran past the one in wolf armor, and kneeled before Juheena. "Kitty-Kat! Kitty-Kat, listen here, you're going to be alright. You hear me?" He chanted to her repeatedly as he took her in his big, strong arms. He cradled her, as he listened to Anja.

"She was stabbed after helping all these people…She's bleeding. We pulled out the dagger and wrapped her stomach to slow the blood, but it won't last her long. She needs serious help." Farkas himself held back panic as he cradled his precious Juheena. He called out to his brother to help the women, then gently lifted himself up, taking care not to jar the injured Khajit. "You'll be alright Kitty-Kat. I'll make sure you're right as rain.." He trailed off when she stirred.

xOoOoOx

Juheena blinked her eyes, then cried out as her stomach caught fire with searing, white hot pain. But she heard Farkas. Farkas was here. She forced her eyes open, and they met with his own icy blue ones. He was carrying her in his warm arms. His big, strong, muscly arms. My hero, she thought.

She was holding her stomach. She risked a look, lifting her hand slightly. It was drenched in blood. The metallic substance reached her nose, and she buried her face in his shoulder.

"Kitty-Kat," he cooed, his brow furrowed in worry.

"Hey Farky…" She trailed off as she passed out again. The last thing she saw before total blackness was him reaching down with his lips and kissing her nose.

xOoOoOx

Farkas made his way back to Jorrvaskr in record time, almost as fast as Juheena herself had gotten to the cave. He kicked open the doors and called to Tilma, the elderly maid. She would know what to do. She had patched up so many broken arms, severe lacerations, burns, and otherwise battered and beaten Companions, she would most certainly know what to do.

Anja had followed him back, easily keeping his pace. She opened the door for him, and then ran in ahead. Tilma came running, and the little girl filled her in as Farkas took Juheena downstairs, to the living quarters.

"Anja," Tilma began, "I'll need your help." Anja nodded and shooed Farkas out of the room, then turned to help disrobe their patient.

The wound shined brightly in the light, blood pouring freely since the clothes it had clotted to had been ripped away. Tilma instructed Anja to get a health potion in Juheena's mouth, to aid in the restoration process. Thinking quickly, she poured a mixture of wheat and crushed blue mountain flowers into a container of alcohol, and rubbed it over the wound. As she disinfected, the wound began to clot again as the mountain flowers healed some of the laceration. She turned her on her back and repeated the process. She then washed the blood out of the soft fur, and gently wrapped her stomach.

Anja propped her head up on a pillow and pulled a quilt over her body. Tilma turned to her and said gently, "Well done, child. Is your mother or father a healer?"

Anja smiled, "No, but I like to read a lot. I've even read up on restoration magic! I've never tried it though."

Tilma smiled, "I'll go and get some fresh linens for the girl. You can tell Farkas he can come see her now. The poor boy has practically been clawing at the door." She chuckled.

Tilma left, and Anja stepped outside the room, searching for Farkas. He was nowhere to be seen in the halls, so she decided to look for him. She peeked through the set of doors, but only succeeded in agitating a very unwelcoming woman wearing a helmet. The second door revealed a tall, red haired Nord, who yelped in surprise at the intrusion while she was changing. Anja decided that the scantily clad red head was her favorite of the two. At least she didn't call her a "Rotten Skeever Carcass", like the first. How rude.

She had better luck in the second set of doors, as she recognized the sword propped against the doorway. Forgoing knocking, she opened the door. Farkas sat on a stool in the corner, his head buried in his hands. He looked up when she came in, and she swore the big guy was crying.

She chose to ignore it out of pity, because she understood. This guy loved his "Kitty-Kat" as he called her. It was sweet.

"Juheena is fine. She's not awake yet, but she is all patched up." She offered a smile, and the man smiled back.

"Thanks." He said, grateful. Anja could tell he wasn't a man of many words.

"Does she know you love her?" The question surprised Farkas, and he thought for a moment. He tried to form the words but he couldn't. He had tried to tell her so many times, but Vilkas stole her away quite often.

Anja took the silence for a no. "Tell her, you big dope!"

Farkas chuckled. "It ain't that simple kid. I got some competition…." He trailed off.

The girl came and pulled herself up onto one of the barstools. "Why? That guy that looks like you?"

"Yeah, my twin brother Vilkas. He's real smart. He ain't slow like me. He likes to talk. I don't. I ain't good with words..I don't think I could tell her how much I loved her even if I did have all Vilkas's words.."

"That's a load of Horker guts, if you ask me." Anja said bluntly.

Farkas looked at her. Even the kid was smarter than he was. Great. "What makes you say that?"

"Well, for starters, she told me about you. I have never heard the name 'Vilkas' before. But, Farkas I know as a muscly, handsome man, with ice blue eyes and long brown hair. She also said that you were warm and kind, and you were the first to accept her here. You were honorable, strong, and funny. She totally likes you. She wouldn't shut up about you. Those words, by the way, are straight from her mouth. Also, are you aware that she refers to you as 'Farky-Warky'? " As Anja talked, Farkas smiled, then laughed. "Go see her!" Anja got up, pulled him off the stool, and shoved him out the door.

Farkas took her advice, and headed toward his lovely Kitty-Kat. He liked this Anja girl.

xOoOoOx

Juheena woke to her hand being squeezed affectionately. She didn't open her eyes, for she wanted to savor the feeling. Her keen cat senses smelled Farkas, her favorite Werewolf. She had discovered this fact a few weeks ago, while on a mission to fight the Silver Hand. She had gotten herself trapped, and they ambushed while he was alone. She had panicked, positive she had gotten her Farkas killed.

As she screamed and pulled on the bars, he transformed. Bones broke and reformed, clothes tore, claws and teeth grew, until he was in Beast Form. She watched in awe as he dispatched every single one of them with one swipe, then disappeared. Her cage doors opened, and she kicked at one of the corpses.

A giggle escaped her throat when Farkas came in , completely naked, his face bright red under the dirt and war-paint. He quickly snatched up a shield and covered himself, but not before she got an eyeful. And boy was it a nice eyeful. He sure was well endowed.

She smiled, revealing her as awake. Damn, she was enjoying her memories. She opened her eyes, and there was Farkas, his face inches from her own.

"Kitty-Kat.." He cooed, cupping her face with his big, strong, rugged hands. She reached her own hands up and placed them on top of his, and her smile grew.

"Hey Farky…How's it goin'?" They both chuckled, but Juheena quickly learned that this was a bad idea. Farkas jumped, unsure what to do or how to fix it.

"Farkas, calm down, it's alright." She smiled. She pulled his hands into her own.

"Juheena…." He looked torn, as if deciding whether to say something. He continued, "I've been thinkin'.."

Filling in his second pause, she responded, "Farkas, remember what happened last time you tried that…"

Laughing, he teased, "Hey, keep that up and I'll rip out one of those earrings!"

"You wouldn't!" Juheena shot back, holding back laughter as not to disturb her wound a second time.

"Yeah you're right…" His face fell again, and Juheena started to worry. He obviously had something weighing heavily on his chest. His very hard, very hairy chest.

"Farkas, is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I just wanna tell you somethin'..But I don't know what you will say.." Juheena looked at him in confusion, but he continued before she could say anything. He decided to put all of his cards on the table, and go for broke.

"Ever since I saw you in the Bannered Mare, I thought you were the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. The way you moved, the way you talked, the way you laughed, it was all….well… like I was drunk with everything about you. I invited you to Jorrvaskr hoping you would want to join and I could see you again. I couldn't get enough of you. It was like being addicted to Skooma. But Vilkas likes you too, I can tell. And I thought as long as I had him as competition, you would never choose me. I'm like mud compared to him…" He paused for a breath. "I love you. I love you Kitty-Kat."

All of his words came out in a rush. It took Juheena a moment to sort through them all. It was too good to be true. Surely this was a pain induced hallucination. She decided to run with it, for it was one hallucination she never wanted to end.

"Kiss me Farkas." She said simply. Let's see how far this hallucination would go.

Slowly, he leaned over her, hands propping himself up, being extra careful not to cause her any pain. His face hovered over hers for a moment, looking in her eyes. Searching for any doubts. He found none. Slowly he curled her hair around his hands and pressed his lips to hers. She tasted sweet, and he found himself intoxicated with her taste instantly. He had to have more. His tongue sought entrance, which she granted eagerly. She ran his hands through his hair, stopping to cup his neck and hold him close, never wanting to let go.

The kiss broke for air, but Juheena was the one to dive back in. Farkas's tongue ran up and down her sharp teeth, exploring every inch of her delicious mouth.

"I've been waiting for so long.." Juheena said into his mouth.

Farkas pulled back and looked at her, smiling ruefully. "Me too Kitty-Kat."

"I love you, Farkas." Her eyes shone with happiness.

"I love you too Juheena." He gently scooted her over, and crawled under the covers with her. He held her close, taking extra care not to hurt her in any way. As she pressed against him, smelling his comforting scent, she said, "Maybe I should get stabbed more often if this is what happens…"

"Don't even think about it."

Author's Note

Woohoo! They're in love! *Smoochy smoochy* Smutty goodness is ahead in the forecast, so watchout!

Reviews are always welcome, and make everyone's favorite werewolf smile. Ew…whoever in the back said Jacob Black needs to be lynched.

Seeya next time!