AN: Okay. That is it. From now on I'm updating on Saturdays because Fridays are too hectic for me to get a chapter out on time. And I just hate letting ya'll down with not submitting a chapter on time. On another note, I got to milk a cow today. It was fun. Is it just me or do cows always look so confused? Anyways onto the story. I just want to thank those that followed and favorited this story: Daughter of Son and Moon, llamaprincess13, Cecld16, and codemann6100. It brings me great joy that you enjoyed this work. Thanks to any who review, especially Shadow-Wolf78. I hope that this chapter isn't a dissappointment because it's one of my favorites. Please excuse the title it's just well...you know weird. Snarkiness and sarcasm make the world go round. Okay enough with the onesided chit-chat, onto the show!

Warning~ Not beta'd (oh the irony)

Disclaimer: oh the things I would do if I owned Teen Wolf...dragons, js.


Chapter 5: Growing a Pair

When Farren woke up the next morning, he felt refreshed. He stretched and got up heading towards the bathroom stopping to grab the swim shorts on the dresser. After dinner last night, Mike had warmed up to the idea of Trevor showing Farren but it took much persuasion from both parties. They had to promise that they would go somewhere with no people and Farren looked out for someone. He shrugged off the t-shirt once he was in the bathroom. Last night he had forgotten to take the rest of the useless bandages off before he had collapsed into bed. He began pealing them off. His eyes widened when instead of pale flesh they were met with tan skin. He had quickly pulled his pants off to see that his legs had also tanned. They weren't as tan as his torso, but also not the red it was before.

Pulling on the shorts swiftly and opened the door. He slipped his feet into the gray ones from yesterday. The navy color of the shorts complimented them. Farren raced out of the room to find Trevor in orange and red trunks with a cotton shirt not unlike the one he wore yesterday. He was on the couch flipping through the channels on the TV stuffing his face with to two eggs on a piece toast before noticing Farren had exited the room. His eyes flicked from the TV to Farren.

"You're going to need a shirt." He said around a mouthful of food. Farren realized his half-nakedness and rushed back into the room to grab a lime green loose fitting tee. By the time he had put it on and left the room Trevor had put some toast on the bar connected to the kitchen near the TV. Farren strode over and hopped up onto a stool leaning against the granite. He saw that butter and grape jelly along with a knife had been placed near the plate. He spread the butter and jelly on the bread. While eating he swiveled so he was looking out at the sea. He finished eating rather quickly and reached over to place the plate in the sink on the lower counter space in front of the bar. Grabbing both butter and jelly, he placed them back into the fridge before walking back into the living room to help get ready for their excursion.

"There's these cluster of rocks that make it difficult to see this one part of the bay. Only my family knows how to get there. Well soon you will know too." Trevor tossed a towel to Farren who caught it.

"Do you need me to help with the making of lunch?"

"Nah. I'm an early riser. I did that already." Trevor motioned to beach bag by the door.

"It's like a little mini cooler so we'll have drinks too." Trevor tried to pick up the bag but Farren had beat him to it.

"No. I get to carry it since you made the food." Farren stated.

Trevor complied and held the door open. Farren walked through and waited for Trevor to lock the door. Farren followed Trevor until they reached the rocks; they were in the opposite direction than the shop. They reminded Farren of mountains; tall and clustered together leaving only small cracks big enough for a small person. Trevor slipped through them easily while Farren on the other hand kept running into the sides causing scratches to form on the sides of his arms.

Trevor had already stripped off his shirt by the time Farren had navigated his way through the rocks. 'Must be because he has come here for many years.' Farren thought as he looked down to assess his injuries. They only broke the top layer of skin so he wasn't bleeding. Farren walked far away from the water to avoid any of their items to get wet just in case. He picked up Trevor's discarded shirt on the way and after he laid out the towels, he placed it on the green one. He set the cooler bag down taking off his shoes and placing them next to his towel. The sand was warm underneath his toes and he could feel the rays of the sun warming him. The rocks blocked most of the wind so there was only a slight breeze every so often.

'This place must be killer during the summer.' Farren pulled off his tee and threw it on his orange towel. As he was bending, back up something hard hit him on his left shoulder. He looked down noting that it must've been one of Trevor's shoes that hit him.

"What-" Farren found Trevor already in the water waist deep and laughing.

"-hell man?!" Farren yelled while stalking towards the water.

"I was aiming for the towel. You just happened to be in the way of my shoes." Trevor said nonchalantly.

"Little warning next time."

"I didn't think it would hit you until you stood back up." Trevor walked farther into the water before he ducked his head under the water.

Farren tested the temperature by sticking a foot in. Recoiling at how the cold the water was, Farren reluctantly walked in. He stopped every so often to let his body adjust to the water. He did this until he was waist deep in the water. Farren rubbed his arms to get rid of the goose bumps there and felt the warmth of the sun on his back. He was lost in a trace trying to balance being cold the waist down while he was warm torso and up. He was taken out of his revere when something scaly brushed past his legs. Farren recoiled and looked around by his feet to find the creature. His thoughts wandered to Trevor. Where had the other boy gone? As if he could read thoughts, Trevor resurfaced with a grin on his face.

"Should've known." Farren mumbled.

Trevor swam back to the shore to sit of the sand and Farren saw a bit of white break the surface of the water. Farren followed close trying to get another peek at his tail. Trevor scooted up on the shore until the water was clear and Farren could clearly see the tail. He gasped when he say it. It was a dark navy with copper colored scales running down the sides of the tail. It started off wide where the skin melded into scales and tapered off the further it went down. The fins were like a goldfish's but they were thicker, powerful. The tips of the fins were the white that Farren saw earlier and they faded into the navy of the tail.

Farren must've been staring for longer than he thought because Trevor knocked him down with a sweep of his fins. Farren fell backwards into the water and Trevor scooted away darting into the water. Farren emerged from under the water and could hear Trevor laughing. Farren spit out the water and searched for the Murúch. After Farren spotted him quite a few yards away, Trevor dived into the water his tail causing waves. Farren pursued the Murúch into the ocean. The deeper he chased Trevor into the ocean the more his lungs had begun to burn for air. Farren paused looking up at the light streaming in from the surface of the water. His gaze snapped back toward the retreating form of Trevor. Jealousy flared. Wishing he had a tail and gills made him swim after Trevor that much harder. His lungs ached for air and his arms and legs started to grow tired. Farren gave up trying to catch the mermaid and begun swimming back to the surface.

He stopped when he felt a sharp pain go up his leg. He reached down to massage his leg but his lungs started to protest. He swam even faster but his sides erupted in pain. It felt as if his ribs were splitting open. His legs started to feel heavy and it became increasingly harder to kick with both feet. As another jolt of pain ran up his legs, he gasped taking in water. He could no longer see Trevor and was sinking fast. He closed his eyes resigned to his fate when he realized he wasn't blacking out. Opening his eyes, he tried to move his legs again, but they didn't even respond as if he was paralyzed. He kept sinking deeper until his butt hit the ocean floor. He looked around for Trevor and spotted him a little ways off, it was as he was doubling back.

'Oh thank god.' Farren thought and yelled for Trevor. But in doing so, more water was able to rush into his lungs except this time his lungs weren't burning.

Farren blinked and Trevor was in front of him.

'Must've been toying with me earlier,' Farren internally grumbled. Farren's mood flipped at seeing the look of pure shock on Trevor's face.

"Hello. Drowning here." Farren's voice was warbled, but it caused Trevor to shake his head. "Why aren't you helping me back to the surface?" Instead of answering, Trevor just smiled grabbing Farren's hand and bringing it to his neck.

Farren felt the slits in his skin – his gills. 'I have gills.' Farren was now confused. His hands immediately flew to his legs, or rather, his tail. They were smooth, and Farren could feel each individual one, hard but flexible.

"Don't worry. It's easy to use. Just imagine that you have one leg, like when you were a-"Trevor stopped and sheepishly scratched his hair "-pretend you still have both legs and move them together. It's similar to that." Trevor explained, but his mouth didn't move. Farren filed that question away for later.

He tried doing what he was told by Trevor, and only succeeded in making his tail twitch after a couple of tries. He was starting to get frustrated. He glared at the Murúch who was easily staying upright in the water. He finally got a good look at Trevor under the water. He looked so much different than he did on land. For one his gills were visible and on both his neck, three on each side, and his torso, four under his pectorals on his sides. There was skin of some kind in between each of his fingers and there was a fin on each side of his hips. His eyes also glowed, as if they were phosphorus under a black light. They were a teal color. Trying once more to move his tail, he got it fully move causing him to go backwards butt skidding on the ground.

'Do I still have a butt?' Farren questioned. The next time he was able to push himself off the bottom. It took him multiple more failures and more advice from Trevor:

"Move your whole body to stay upright."

"NO. Not like that. Roll with the motion all the way through. Yes even through the tail."

By the end of the 'training session', Trevor sounded exasperated but he succeeded in getting Farren to keep himself upright. Trevor flicked his tail and shot up to the surface. Farren mimicked the action multiple times before he could break the surface (his new muscles weren't adjusted yet). He broke the surface and couldn't wait to take a deep breath of air. He soon started choking and the air burned as if he had engulfed water (oh the irony).

"Whoa there. I wouldn't do that with those." Trevor said pointing to Farren's newly acquired set of gills.

Glaring at him Farren made a choked gurgle noise. Getting the message, Trevor explained that he would just have to think of breathing air not water. After a couple seconds, Farren felt his skin warm and he could feel the gills closing. He gasped for air, coughing in between breaths. Trevor tackled him seeming lose control of his joy.

"You're a Murúch too! Oh this is great." Trevor let go of him and started swimming in circles around Farren. "This must mean you could be a distant relative of mine, well very distant if the scale colors are anything to go by. Oh man Dad'll loose his shit!" Trevor beamed at him.

"So this mean I'm not a werewolf?" Farren joked.

"Hell yeah! You are something so much better! I'll even bet that those scratches triggered your dormant genes." Trevor grabbed him by the arm and propelled them to the shore. Farren realized they had gone farther out that originally thought. Farren twitched his tail every so often so he wouldn't be a dead weight for Trevor who kept on talking. "-I mean I heard about cases of a paranormal's powers awakening from a bite, but I never thought that an Alpha's scratches could be enough to also." They had reached the shore by the end of Trevor's sentence and Trevor laid down on the sand.

The water was surrounding him. His tail was floating inches from the sand causing the scales to glitter as the sunlight bounced off them. Farren followed suit, but sat up to study his own tail. It was brown with a red tint to them and almost every scale had gold flecks in them. There were two white stripes running down the sides of his tail. His fins were like Trevor's only thinner. The only difference was instead of his going brown to white tips; his went from brown at the base to white until at the tips it was a blood red. Farren reached down and began stroking his soft scales again.

"They're actually really tough. When I was nine my tail got nicked by a propeller and instead of my tail being damaged, I damaged it." Farren looked at him in shock but Trevor only gave him a small shrug.

"Cool." He whispered while running his hand down his side tracing the white scales, which seem to have gold flecks too.

"If you think that's cool, let me show you all of my tricks." Trevor smirked as he pushed himself forward and back under the water. Farren remembered to release his gills after he was fully submerged. He surged forward with a laugh following Trevor.


So? How was it? Did I throw a curve ball? nah? It's cool. I seriously can't wait to give ya'll chapter 7 cuz I wrote this whole backstory and everything. I might say I'm quite proud of myself. But if I gave it to you guys so soon I'd have to work double time to keep my cushion of pre-written chapters. Can I hear some of ya'll's thoughts on this turn of events? Just leave a review if ya want. I should probably get a beta-reader. Hmmm...it'll cause me to write my chapters early enough so they'll be one time. I'll think about it. So until next SATURDAY. Bluetears out~