AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I'M BAAAAAAACK! ;D Oh my gosh you don't know how good it feels to be typing and posting again! This may or may not be a permanent internet connection, so I will try to post as much as I can over the next few days. Now I would just like to say thank you to everyone who has read, reviewed, favorited/added me or my stories to their alerts and whatnot! That meant the world to me! But I think I've kept you all waiting long enough, so here goes…
Title: Fleas
Summary: Adam gets…Fleas?!
Jesse set her bowl of freshly popped popcorn down on the coffee table, flopped onto the couch, kicked her shoes off, and turned on the T.V. A few minutes later Adam strolled into the room.
"I'll be home pretty late," he said, placing a quick kiss on the top of her head.
Jesse smiled a little sadly. "M'kay. See ya later. Have a good run, Dad."
Adam always hated seeing that smile. He knew Jesse always felt more left out than normal on the nights he took the pack out running and hunting to strengthen their bonds. It was no secret that this was the one part of his life his daughter would always have to be excluded from. With one last glance at her, Adam left, closing and locking the door behind him.
A few hours later Jesse yawned and stretched. Her dad was due to walk in the door any minute now, like clockwork, and it was practically tradition that she wait up for him. She smiled when she heard the key turn in the lock. He came in with a tired smile aimed at her.
"Have fun?" Jesse asked, her question punctuated by a jaw-cracking yawn.
"Not so much," he said.
The 'without you' part went unsaid but hung in the air between them. She went over and hugged him then, reassured that no matter how different they were he was still her dad and he loved her.
"Night, Dad," she murmured against his chest.
"Good night," he said planting another light kiss to the top of her head.
Sleep was calling her but as Jesse turned to head upstairs to her room she caught sight of something odd; Adam was scratching the back of his head with a weird look on his face. It was somewhere between pensive and disbelieving.
"Is everything all right, Dad?"
"Yes." Jesse just shrugged, much too tired to press the issue. Adam scratched again. "It's nothing," he told himself quietly. Once Jesse was gone he scratched again and muttered, "I hope."
"ARGH!" Jesse shot up in bed at the in-human growl and quickly ran to the source of the noise, fearing that her father was in trouble.
"Dad! What's-" Her sentence was abruptly cut off when she saw Adam in his wolf form and scratching furiously at his ear and then gnawing on his flanks. He whined pitifully when he caught sight of her in the doorway, his eyes begging her to help him.
"No. Way." Her eyes were wide in disbelief for a moment before she collapsed against the doorframe in a helpless fit of giggles. Adam growled and continued to scratch.
When Jesse was finally able to compose herself she called the only person she could think of that could help her.
"Oh my God, Mercy!" Jesse said through a giggle. "Come over quick! You're not gonna believe this!" She hung up the phone and a few moments later there was a knock at the door.
She and Mercy sat on the living room couch. Together they'd shared a laugh at Adam's expense and then had called Samuel to ask him if flea medication for werewolves was even possible. Samuel informed the girls that while fleas were a highly uncommon problem for werewolves, it did occasionally happen. They thanked him for his help and hung up the phone.
"Well, thanks for coming over, Mercy. I didn't really know what to do."
Mercy smiled warmly, "Anytime, Jess. I'll go pick up the medicine. Be back in a few."
When the door closed behind Mercy, Jesse turned to Adam and giggled. "Ya know Dad; right now I'm actually kind of glad I'm not a werewolf!"
Adam rolled his eyes and continued to scratch.
A half-hour later…
"All done," Mercy declared with a satisfied smirk.
"Better, Dad?" Jesse asked.
Adam gave a stiff nod, embarrassed.
Jesse swiped the box from the counter and tossed it in the trash. "Huh. Who knew Frontline Plus works on cats, dogs, and werewolves?!" she said, her voice full of mirth and biting back a laugh at her father's scowl.
A.N: Well tell me what you think. Keep in mind that I'm a bit rusty-after about two years or so, who wouldn't be? Anyway I apologize for any OOC-ness and if this short scene wasn't up to my usual standards.