Dear readers,

my plot bunnies are starting to align and I have come to realize that my story has to have a bit darker themes as necessary for the plot. Do not worry though because I also will write fluff in there too. Opinions?

Ps. I have a wicked plot twist coming up so look out! And thank you my devoted reviewer Ann ryce!

Stop this monster!

Eliot made it outside the pub and practically gasped in relief at the wonderful fresh air. The hitter started to walk, not really sure where he was headed. He just knew he had to get away from all the weird stuff going down. He needed to forget. Forget what has happened to him. What is happening to him. Forget he is a werewolf. However, he can't run from himself. Eliot learned a long time ago that you can't control the world, but you can control yourself. That's exactly what he was going to do to. He will never lose control if he can help it. There is too much on the line for him now. He has a team now. Practically family.

Ugh. What a chick flick.

Eliot felt he needed to punch someone just to make up for the pitiful gushy moment he just had in his head. However, it was extremely hard to concentrate as the hitter passed an alley and nearly threw up. An absolutely horrible stench attacked his nose that reeked of every possible combination of terrible smells. The only thing that could signify the hitter's discomfort though was a single dumpster that actually looked more decent than most he'd seen. Horrified and irritated at his new profound senses, Eliot tried to resume his walk. However after a couple more frustrating experiences that might have involved a car alarm and a Doberman pincher, the hitter returned back to the apartment in anger and almost reluctant trepidation. Eliot slammed the door behind him after entering, not even caring if he broke anything with his newfound strength. He stomped into the living room but turned to see his favorite thief and hacker at the dining table. Hardison had his laptop and Parker looked very serious with her clipboard. Parker spoke first.

"Ah. We've been waiting for you Mr. Spencer."

Eliot cocked an eyebrow at the formality and the use of his last name. His response came out in a veiled curiosity by his usual growl tone.

"What do you want Parker?"

Parker held up her finger in a no nonsense manner then pointed at the chair in front of her.

"Sit."

The hitter found that he had the sudden urge to do as she said and disappointedly realized he did do as she said.

He growled at his newfound urges, and directed a glare at the hacker and thief.

"Ah well we have a few questions for you, just a routine survey. Now your full cooperation will get you done faster, okay? Okay."

Eliot pondered the thought and figured it would be easier to just do what she asked. Maybe she would actually leave him alone. He reluctantly nodded his consent. As long as the questions didn't go too far or set him off again.

"Ok. First question. Do you feel restless?"

Eliot looked at Parker dumbfounded and also threw a glance to Hardison, but it seemed that the two were dead serious.

"Uh yeah. I'm starting to feel it."

Parker then scribbled on her clipboard.

"Uh huh. Uh huh. Does this happen often?"

"Only around you two."

Parker set down her clipboard in exasperation.

"Eliot we're serious and need you to be too. Now, does this hurt?"

Eliot looked down to see that Parker had put an object in his hand. It was small and appeared to be a ring. A silver colored ring. What? Was this a joke? But... Actually...Eliot felt weaker than before. It made him feel drained and useless. Not to mention the sudden need to release the ring from his possession. It was uncomfortable. The hitter quickly removed the ring from his hand as if it was poisonous. Parker held surprise on her face and Hardison looked up from typing on his laptop. Eliot was speechless at his own actions and cleared his throat.

"Uh no. That's ridiculous. It doesn't hurt."

Parker radiated skepticism and doubt.

"It doesn't look like it. You look terrible. What did it do to you?"

Eliot didn't know he looked terrible but if anyone was gonna let him know then it would be Parker. Hardison also decided to pop in.

"Yeah that's silver, so I guess that rumor is true."

That was it. Eliot was done. It angered him that he was being interrogated by these two when he didn't have to take this. That and he didn't want to admit that he felt weakened by a simple piece of jewelry, or really what it was made of. The hitters anger rose.

"You know what? I don't need you two analyzing me like I'm a lab rat!"

Hardison had a slightly fearful look on his face and Parker suddenly stood up and held a stick of something right under Eliot's nose. The hitter was stopped by this action as he sneezed. It would never be told to him, but Eliot slightly resembled an adorable dog when he shook his head as he sneezed. His anger flared and he looked up at Parker with his eyes a bright greyish white, which was not the hitters normal ocean blue eye color. Eliot opened his mouth probably to threaten Parker and his teeth had elongated to fangs, but any response he had was lost as the hitter dropped like a rock. Hardison, who had somehow gotten a good five feet away from the table during the events, took his shocked gaze off Eliot and on to his girlfriend.

"Uh Parker, what just happened?"

"Wolfsbane. I wasn't sure if the rumors for it were true, but he was getting worked up and I freaked, okay?"

Hardison nodded quickly, thankful for Parker's quick thinking. It was much better than using a fork, like last time.