Disclaimer- All cannon characters belong to JK Rowling and anyone else belongs to me just like the plot, unless stated otherwise. It will likely be awhile until I can add another chapter or update this story. I've got a lot of other things I'm working on now; school assignments and stuff but this fan fic will be one of my top priorities. Please bear with me-Gadget

Also, Diogenes Pendergast belongs to Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child. That he is a werewolf is something of my design, not something from their novels. Thanks for reading, how about a review? -Gadget.

P.S. Sorry for the VERY long wait, I've been having problems with my laptop and just now got it fixed. Thank you so much for being patient.

CHAPTER 6

HALO SPENCER'S POV

I needed a total of five Portkeys to get to New York. I suppose I could have gone on a plane, but the in-flight movies suck and I hate having to explain the gun to customs. I was going to shoot Pend, right between his fucking eyes. Fourteen years and he'd never bothered to tell me that he was a werewolf. I'd had to learn it from Remus after he'd had a crazy afternoon with Diogenes. This was fucking insane; I had rarely been this pissed off in my life.

I pulled the Kimber from the holster on my lower back and pulled back the slide to put a round in the chamber. "Right between the fucking eyes," I muttered and knocked on the large front door of Pend's mansion.

After a few minutes the door opened and Pend's butler, Proctor, stood before me. He was nearly as tall as Pend, his short hair turning grey but the strength of his character was evident in the dark blue of his eyes. Those eyes were intense, even a little scary. I had seen Proctor disassemble a semi-auto in less than ten seconds with his eyes closed; he was more than just a butler.

"Mr. Spencer," He greeted me and stood aside to let me enter. "Aloysius is in the library with Miss Greene." He eyed the gun in my hand but didn't take it away, I figured that he knew what Pend was (did everyone know but me?) and also somehow knew that it wasn't loaded with silver-shot.

"Thanks," I said as I walked away.

Pend and Constance, his ward, had just finished their afternoon lunch and tea. He looked up at my arrival, silver eyes glittering in the light and widening as I lifted my gun and took aim. He stayed seated, his eyes locked on mine and his breathing calm.

"I'm going to ask you a question," I began. "And I want an honest answer from you or I'll put one between your eyes."

Constance had gotten to her feet, standing obediently at Pend's side as if waiting for an order. It struck a stiff cord inside me, it was just so wrong. Constance was not a fighter, or at least, she hadn't been when we'd first met. That had been before I'd left for Hogwarts, but not too long before. Enough time had passed for things to change.

Pend gave her a reassuring smile. "Constance, if you would please excuse us?"

"Yes Aloysius," She said and flitted out of the room with barely a sound. "What do you wish to know Halo?"

I licked my lips slowly, urging the words to leave my brain and form at my mouth. "Last night Remus met a werewolf," I said. "Your brother Diogenes, matter of fact."

Pend paled visibly. "Halo-"

I cut him off, gesturing with the gun. "Diogenes told Remus that he had been born a werewolf. Obviously, since you're brothers that means you're a werewolf too. I've known you for years and you've never said word-one about being a werewolf. Did you even think about telling me when we were screwing each other senseless? Or were you just hoping that I wouldn't catch the virus? Were you just hoping that the Sidhe in me would prevent that somehow?"

I watched as he took a few breaths to steady himself; my arm was stiff from the gun's weight and my hand shook slightly with the effort to keep it aimed. I didn't dare to lower it, for the first time I was afraid of him. Truly afraid of him, afraid of what he could do. He was deadlier than Remus who was just a big kid on the inside, painfully sweet and naive. Pend was a former FBI agent like me, a warrior and a killer. And now I knew that he was a werewolf too, so very unlike Lupin, the only werewolf I knew. Or had known, now I guess.

He stood as he let the breath out and looked me in the eyes. "You can't catch the virus from me Spencer," He said; he hadn't called me by my last name since the night we had met. "I was born with it, bred to be a lycanthrope like every male in my family has been for generations. I have to breed with a woman to pass the virus on. I did not tell you because I didn't believe it was important to our relationship at the time. That you found out through another source is no real concern, but tell me this Sidhe. Lupin is unhurt, correct?"

I nodded silently and put the gun away. "Thanks for the honest answer," I said and then punched him squarely on the jaw.

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Aloysius Pendergast held the packet of ice against his chin as he watched Halo sip a glass of water that Proctor had provided for him. After the Sidhe had punched him, he'd smacked his head off the side of the sofa and now a headache was beginning to blossom behind his eyes. Nevertheless he knew that he had deserved to be sucker-punched by the younger man, he certainly would have acted the same had their roles been reversed. Though that fact didn't make his jaw hurt any less.

"I won't apologize," Halo grumbled suddenly. "You totally fucking deserved that."

"I do not disagree." He said.

Halo finished the glass and set it gently in the sink. "I wanted to surprise you otherwise I would have just come through the fireplace like last time."

Pendergast gave him a bland smile and the stretching muscles hurt horribly. "It was quite an entrance."

Halo rolled his eyes comically. "You're going back with me." He said after several silent minutes.

Pendergast raised his eyebrows at the younger man's tone. It was uncharacteristically commanding and cold in its precision. "I am?" He asked.

The Sidhe leveled his gaze at him, the center ring of yellow shimmering brightly. "Yes Pend, you are." There was no room for argument.

SNAPE'S POV

The air around my lover radiated feral energy and at first I hadn't known why. Then Pendergast followed him into our room wearing the look of a kicked puppy. I frowned, Halo saw and came to my side, taking hold of my hand and pulling me into the adjoining chamber.

I spun him around to face me once we were alone. "What's he doing here?" I demanded.

He snorted. "I missed you too," He said sarcastically and I quickly cupped his face in my hands and pecked him on the lips. The heavy energy in the room depleted at the action and he sighed contentedly.

"Just take a breath," I told him, rubbing his shoulders gently. "And start from the beginning."

He did as I asked, letting the breath roll over the both of us. "Remus met a werewolf that happened to be Pend's brother."

I felt the color drain from my face.

"He never told me Sev, not a word. And then Remus goes and shags Diogenes and I've brought Pend back to deal with it. I don't know what's going to happen while he's here, but know this Sev. He's crossed the line this time and there won't be anything... romantic between us ever again. I promise; never again."

I suppose the joy that flooded my system at the moment stemmed from the jealousy of their past relationship and the satisfaction that Halo had finally told the albino to "sit and spin". True, it was petty of me but it still felt so good.

I pulled Halo off balance and into my chest. "Have I told you lately that I adore you?"

The Sidhe blushed shyly. "Ditto Sev."

HALO'S POV

Pend settled in the guestroom next to Remus' room while Sev and I spent some time together. It was only a few hours because I had patrol duties that night, but it was sweet while it lasted. We rarely had chances to take our time with each other but when we really had the time, Sev really got into it. He worshipped my body, trailing his mouth all over my body and kissing every inch of my skin until I was begging him to give me more contact. It was a form of torture that he loved to subject me to, knowing that I wouldn't resist and that I would even goad him until he lost control and I got what I wanted.

Sev was wonderful when it came to sex, even though he was ten years older than me, our stamina was nearly the same. I never thought that I would take another lover after Ryan's death, but now it was pretty much obvious that Sev and I were supposed to be. I still thought that Ryan had been my soul mate, but I also thought that a person could have more than just one soul mate. Yes, Ryan had been mine, but I was Sev's.

As I pulled my clothes back on, trying not to wake Sev, I wondered about Remus and Pend. Did they have soul mates? I had never known Pend's wife, she had died a little while before we met. But had Remus ever had anyone? Had he ever even been in love before? I realized that I didn't know him as well as I thought I had. Maybe... It was a crazy thought, likely one of the craziest I had ever had, but I knew instantly that it was worth trying.

I would help them get together. If Remus wanted to be with another werewolf then it may as well be Pend, who was a good man and an exciting companion. He was certainly better than Diogenes, but that was just my bias. I wanted them to be together, Remus deserved to be happy and I knew I wouldn't think about Pend if I knew he was dating someone. My scruples wouldn't allow me to and on some level, I was sure that they deserved each other.

Maybe I was just being selfish.