Colbert/Fick – werewolf AU. Bravo Two as a wolf pack. Fick is the Alpha - 1/4
anonymous
December 21 2010, 05:01:49 UTC
Hi. First stab at this fandom. It may have gotten a bit ridiculous. Sorry for any spelling issues.
Sometimes the air gets too acrid. The scents of the city caught on the wind and there’s no escape, no peace. Sometimes the world is so loud that when you close your eyes every action and reaction and movement is etched into the back of your eyelids.
It’s like that when the Marines idea gets brought up. It’s like that as the US prepares for war, as a new generation of men (of young boys) get trained to kill, to die, to win.
The fact that they aren’t exactly men? Well, they’re stone cold killers, which as it turns out is close enough.
-
Every story has a wolf.
It’s been that way since the dawn of time. Every story has something to fear; a shadow in the dark, something creeping just behind you, just where you can’t see. Every story has a demon, a beast, something utterly not human.
It’s to teach you something, about your self. About the people you know.
Because at the end of the day the wolf is just a human in disguise, that terror pumping through your veins just a moral.
Every story has a wolf. But the stories aren’t about the wolves.
Usually.
-
Not everyone knows who changed them.
It’s something that seems like it should be important but isn’t really. The whole ‘maker’ thing isn’t where the loyalties lie and yeah there are ways to tell but it’s undignified enough to have teeth sink into your flesh once, no need for repeat performance.
Some of them do know. The Rudy-Pappy thing is so obvious that even Trombley picked up on it. Others have been around so long that it’s impossible to tell; Mike’s been wandering through the country since the Civil War; Doc probably even longer. Most of those who don’t know don’t care either and everyone else follows suit.
Nate doesn’t know, or at least he isn’t telling if he does, but everyone else wants to.
The common thinking has been Mike for a long time. Mike took care of Nate even before Nate was the Alpha. But get any group of the guys together with a bottle of whiskey and the conversation always turns to Brad. Always.
There’s really no reason for it. Except that Nate trusts Brad the way he doesn’t trust anyone else. Except that Brad ripped out Griego’s throat for looking at Nate wrong and yeah he’s always hated Casey Kasem but there’s still a line.
Gossip is the number one export of the Pack but any time this sort of shit starts flying Ray stamps it out before it gets back to people who could actually care. It’s not that he’s worried that any of it is true. Brad--Brad has the sort of control that takes forever to get a handle on. Brad would never slip. Not even if he found Nate dying on the side of a road, crashed car pinning him to the asphalt.
Brad would never slip so none of the talk is true. But if Nate heard it, his eyes would still get that soft shine, that disappointment. And when Nate gets disappointed, Brad gets pissy and everything just sort of goes to hell.
Ray doesn’t want to go to hell. He’s already busy waiting out eternity.
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The hunt is like this-
The darkest night but the moon shines, a glowing orb in the sky pushing and pushing and pushing. Run farther, faster. Run away from the beast, you are the beast, the monster. Do you feel that in the back of your throat, coating you tongue? That is hunger. Hunger burning through your flesh. The Pack is around you, their hearts beating with yours. Beating beating beating. You run. And then you kill. There is blood on your lips, in your mouth, rushing down your throat. And it is good. So you run. And the moon is still there and you have no arms, no hands, no humanity, just legs, just claws, just hunger.
And then there is no moon. Then your heart slows, your blood doesn’t run so fast. Then you wake abandoned by something within yourself, but not alone. Never alone.
Colbert/Fick – werewolf AU. Bravo Two as a wolf pack. Fick is the Alpha - 2/4
anonymous
December 21 2010, 05:02:45 UTC
For Tony this story isn’t about loss.
Life- human life was about loss. Was about a father who couldn’t or just didn’t care. About a mother who gave all she had but it wasn’t much. About dangerous streets and things that shouldn’t be seen by anyone. Human life was disappointment and then he met a woman, who wasn’t really.
Now there is a house in the city, a home that’s warm and quiet. Your humanity isn’t too high a price to give for these things, not when you know what else is out there.
Later, in Iraq with the wind that carries things farther than anything back home can, Reporter asks, “and she’s a- she’s one of you also, your wife?”
“A werewolf? Yeah dog, she changed me.”
“So why isn’t she-“
“Part of the Pack? It’s not the same for women. The hunger, it’s not like that. They have better things to do.”
So Tony has his home, his family. And Tony has his Pack, the family. This life isn’t about loss. Not for everyone.
-
When Mike comes back with Nate, Nate’s a scrawny thing, still worn out from his first transformation. The skin of his face hanging loose off his bones and he holds himself like a wounded thing, like someone just waiting for the chance to run away. In short he looks like every other newborn mongrel that Mike takes pity on or Rudy wants to save. So no one really notices him, not at first. Not for a long time.
For the first month- hell, for the first six months Nate Fick is just a face in the crowd. He’s a nice guy, but he’s quiet. Doesn’t have the best story to tell, doesn’t need to talk the loudest, he isn’t even particularly strong. He watches, he learns, he does his part for the Pack and for a long time that’s the most anyone can say about him.
The thing about Nate is that he gets things done. Quietly and without fuss. Nate gets things done and he never asks for anything in return. So no one notices. Not until one day, deep in the woods, right after the full moon and they’ve started the slow tread back to civilization, blood still loose in their veins, Walt asks Brad for something-some small thing, a bandage for gash ripped by the woods, some fresh water to wash the blood away, some small thing that Brad takes care of because Encino Man won’t- and Brad turns to him and says, “ask Nate.”
It’s about then that Ray throws his head back and laughs, “that is some fucking ninja Pack-leading right there, homes.”
(It is possible that Schwetje hears this. It doesn’t matter though, he hated Nate long before.)
-
There are rules.
This is the part where Ray would say they’re more guidelines but Ray has a pressing need to fill the void in his head with words and Walt knows better anyway. They are definitely rules.
The first is that you listen to the Alpha. It doesn’t matter if you don’t agree or if you have another idea or if you just like to talk. If the Alpha talks you listen and then you do. This isn’t about democracy, it’s about survival. You listen.
The second is that you take care of each other. Always. This one’s easy. It’s something written in your blood.
These are the only rules and they have to be followed. Under Encino Man this didn’t work too well when he made you choose between them. Under Encino Man a lot of things didn’t work really well.
(Ray would put an innuendo here. Walt isn’t going to but he wants you to know Ray would have.)
Colbert/Fick – werewolf AU. Bravo Two as a wolf pack. Fick is the Alpha - 3/4
anonymous
December 21 2010, 05:03:50 UTC
Brad used to be better at going off on his own.
Not good at it, admittedly. No one is good at being alone, not anyone who’s sane anyway. It’s the same as it is for humans. Until you get older, until your second century and then you stop feeling quite so cold, quite so closed off from everything you once lived for. Or at least that’s what Mike says.
But the older you get the loner it gets. Mike doesn’t say that. But it’s obvious to anyone with eyes who can watch him take care of Nate, who can see the pride he has in Nate.
However the point is Brad used to be better at going off on his own. Used to be better at it before the clusterfuck of Encino Man’s leadership. Used to be better at it before Nate. Before whatever the hell the thing between them is started.
He would leave, his bike or a surfboard at his side, and not turn back until the next cycle, until the next full moon.
These days he stays in the city most of the time. Spends his nights watching Ray try (and fail) to drink Doc under that table. Lets Rudy go on and on about exfoliation until Pappy comes by with an even worse skin problem. These days he sits in a diner on Third Street with Nate, drinks black coffee with a laptop open in front him, and watches Nate’s back while he does homework.
It could, conceivably, be worse.
-
They don’t talk in Iraq.
To be fair they don’t really talk outside of Iraq, but they do a better job of pretending elsewhere.
They walk sometimes, at night. Watch duty is what they’ll call this- like any enemy could sneak up on them, like any enemy could even get close. Mostly it’s just the two of them, the night, the silence.
Nothing ever happens.
Ray would break his neck failing to believe that but it’s true. They don’t talk and nothing happens. Nothing ever happens between them. Not for a long time.
Nate’s the Alpha. That’s a hard fact to forget.
-
Somewhere in Nate’s second year with the Pack everyone had fallen fairly well into a pattern.
Encino Man said something (Encino Man issued an order), Griego strutted around repeating the order like it came from God himself, everyone else spent a while wandering around pretending to do just as Schwetje said and then someone was sent off to go fetch Nate so that whatever went spectacularly ass-fucking wrong could be fixed.
It was a good system. It worked.
(Except that Nate’s eyes look red and his syllables got shorter and shorter and sometimes it was hard to not see how white his knuckles were.)
And then one day Encino Man pushed too far. Just a bit too far. Encino Man put them in danger and Nate didn’t snap.
Nate Fick was never going to snap. He does not snap. He simply and quietly decides to get angry.
In hindsight it was the correct option.
-
When someone (and it doesn’t really matter who) says, “Lets join the Marines,” Nate bites his lower lip. That’s not really noteworthy in and of itself. Nate bites his lower lip all the time. When he’s trying not to laugh at Person, when he wants to yell but can’t, when his soul is dying, when he’s just generally amused.
Nate bites his lower lip all the time, so no one really notices. Except then he looks up at Brad, not a bit of emotion in his eyes, and Brad nods.
Brad nods and they end up in Iraq.
(Here’s the thing you have to understand- Nate cares.
This isn’t something new, or something surprising. In reality this isn’t even something interesting. But Nate cares, about each and every one of them, even about Trombley, and yeah it’s fucking hard to kill a werewolf but stop a heart and it takes more than the bullet not being silver for it to start again.
Nate cares. And they go to Iraq. It’s not really all that hard to see how this ends.)
Colbert/Fick – werewolf AU. Bravo Two as a wolf pack. Fick is the Alpha - 4/4
anonymous
December 21 2010, 05:04:41 UTC
Being a werewolf isn’t really a disease. It’s a condition. It’s something that’s manageable, most of the time.
Once a month it can’t be stopped. You are the beast. The blood coursing through your veins is calling out for more blood and you have to answer. You have to stop it. The rest of the time most people would hardly notice.
You can hear better than everyone else, sense more. You’re an animal but only in so much as every human is an animal.
But when a werewolf is angry, truly uncontrollably angry, there isn’t really anything human about him.
When Nate goes for Craig’s throat there is no second of hesitation. No chance that he will pull back. When Nate goes for the Alpha’s throat there are claws where his hands were moments ago and will he kill. He will kill or die.
-
They get assigned the reporter and Godfather delivers the news like a eulogy but there’s just a hint of pride lurking in his eyes, just a glimmer that he deserves the attention.
Nate isn’t happy and Brad isn’t happy. But that could just as easily be because they got handed a few more pups by the Marine Corps (and who the hell saw that coming, the US government knowing all along? Well, everybody to be fair but you know) and Q-Tip and Christenson aren’t so bad but Trombley might just be a psychopath.
So Ray takes Rolling Stone under his proverbial fucking wing, doesn’t let Chaffin molest him or Doc tear his head off. He turns out not to be such a bad guy. He smells of fear, but he doesn’t mind being afraid, doesn’t seem to care that they know he’s afraid. So he stays and he follows Ray around and sometimes Brad and then on the fourth day he looks at Ray from under that stupid hat and asks, “So, Fick and Colbert-“
“No.”
“What-“
“No, Homes. Just don’t ask.”
-
When Nate goes for Encino Man it’s not really an ensured victory. It’s not even close.
It would have been nice if it had been, would have made Brad way less angry in the aftermath, but Craig kept the job for years and it was never because he was good at it.
Nate’s fast but Craig’s strong and there’s this moment where Nate isn’t going to win this one. Where he can’t.
He does though, in the end. Which is awful fucking lucky because that would have pissed Brad off for the next eternity. Would have made him kill Encino Man himself, which yeah, Ray’s been telling him to do for years but really who wants Brad as the Alpha.
Instead, when Nate finally manages to stop the bastard’s heart and that little piece of shit Casey Kasem goes for him, Brad rips his throat out so fast no when else has even blinked.
It’s really quiet then, deathly quiet, and Nate looks up from where he’s still sitting by Craig’s body. Looks up at Brad and his eyes don’t waiver and he says, “Mike will you-“
“You heard him gentleman, let’s clean this up before the locals start getting suspicious.”
And that’s the end of it. And that’s how Nate becomes the Alpha.
-
Before all of this Nate used to run.
Five miles every morning, his feet against the asphalt a heartbeat not his own, the wind catching against his skin. Nate used to run and what it really felt like was flying.
Of course, this was only until one day, with the wind at his back and blood rushing through his veins, a car swerved and didn’t stop. The pack thinks he remembers. They think he knows what happened, who changed him, why the world went from mildly bemusing to insane. He doesn’t though.
All Nate Fick can remember about his last moments as a human being is the cold slick of the road beneath his body, an unearthly howl somewhere in the distance and a pair of ice blue eyes.
Re: Colbert/Fick – werewolf AU. Bravo Two as a wolf pack. Fick is the Alpha - 4/4
anonymous
December 21 2010, 07:16:02 UTC
THIS WAS AMAZING. SERIOUSLY AMAZING. I want to read 70,000 more words of it! Really - the insight of who would want Brad as Alpha, the way Encino Man isn't anymore, the mystery at the end - this is awesome.
Re: Colbert/Fick – werewolf AU. Bravo Two as a wolf pack. Fick is the Alpha - 4/4avieyalDecember 21 2010, 09:10:21 UTC
hot damn. gorgeous reverse feint thing at the end, by the way ^^ its like I'm looking at a classic colbert-fick eye-communication moment, except in words.
Re: Colbert/Fick – werewolf AUgummibearthiefDecember 22 2010, 22:09:17 UTC
*blinks* That is just not the way I pictured that prompt going at all and I have never been so glad to be wrong, wrong, so wrong in my life. I'm with everyone else, I could read endless amounts of this.
Re: Colbert/Fick – werewolf AU. Bravo Two as a wolf pack. Fick is the Alpha - 4/4samescenesDecember 31 2010, 10:08:47 UTC
This is a-MAZ-ing. Subtly, confidently written and I would love to see more of this (more of ANYTHING) from you, anon! I love this so much, not even kidding.
Sometimes the air gets too acrid. The scents of the city caught on the wind and there’s no escape, no peace. Sometimes the world is so loud that when you close your eyes every action and reaction and movement is etched into the back of your eyelids.
It’s like that when the Marines idea gets brought up. It’s like that as the US prepares for war, as a new generation of men (of young boys) get trained to kill, to die, to win.
The fact that they aren’t exactly men? Well, they’re stone cold killers, which as it turns out is close enough.
-
Every story has a wolf.
It’s been that way since the dawn of time. Every story has something to fear; a shadow in the dark, something creeping just behind you, just where you can’t see. Every story has a demon, a beast, something utterly not human.
It’s to teach you something, about your self. About the people you know.
Because at the end of the day the wolf is just a human in disguise, that terror pumping through your veins just a moral.
Every story has a wolf. But the stories aren’t about the wolves.
Usually.
-
Not everyone knows who changed them.
It’s something that seems like it should be important but isn’t really. The whole ‘maker’ thing isn’t where the loyalties lie and yeah there are ways to tell but it’s undignified enough to have teeth sink into your flesh once, no need for repeat performance.
Some of them do know. The Rudy-Pappy thing is so obvious that even Trombley picked up on it. Others have been around so long that it’s impossible to tell; Mike’s been wandering through the country since the Civil War; Doc probably even longer. Most of those who don’t know don’t care either and everyone else follows suit.
Nate doesn’t know, or at least he isn’t telling if he does, but everyone else wants to.
The common thinking has been Mike for a long time. Mike took care of Nate even before Nate was the Alpha. But get any group of the guys together with a bottle of whiskey and the conversation always turns to Brad. Always.
There’s really no reason for it. Except that Nate trusts Brad the way he doesn’t trust anyone else. Except that Brad ripped out Griego’s throat for looking at Nate wrong and yeah he’s always hated Casey Kasem but there’s still a line.
Gossip is the number one export of the Pack but any time this sort of shit starts flying Ray stamps it out before it gets back to people who could actually care. It’s not that he’s worried that any of it is true. Brad--Brad has the sort of control that takes forever to get a handle on. Brad would never slip. Not even if he found Nate dying on the side of a road, crashed car pinning him to the asphalt.
Brad would never slip so none of the talk is true. But if Nate heard it, his eyes would still get that soft shine, that disappointment. And when Nate gets disappointed, Brad gets pissy and everything just sort of goes to hell.
Ray doesn’t want to go to hell. He’s already busy waiting out eternity.
-
The hunt is like this-
The darkest night but the moon shines, a glowing orb in the sky pushing and pushing and pushing. Run farther, faster. Run away from the beast, you are the beast, the monster. Do you feel that in the back of your throat, coating you tongue? That is hunger. Hunger burning through your flesh. The Pack is around you, their hearts beating with yours. Beating beating beating. You run. And then you kill. There is blood on your lips, in your mouth, rushing down your throat. And it is good. So you run. And the moon is still there and you have no arms, no hands, no humanity, just legs, just claws, just hunger.
And then there is no moon. Then your heart slows, your blood doesn’t run so fast. Then you wake abandoned by something within yourself, but not alone. Never alone.
The Pack is there.
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For Tony this story isn’t about loss.
Life- human life was about loss. Was about a father who couldn’t or just didn’t care. About a mother who gave all she had but it wasn’t much. About dangerous streets and things that shouldn’t be seen by anyone. Human life was disappointment and then he met a woman, who wasn’t really.
Now there is a house in the city, a home that’s warm and quiet. Your humanity isn’t too high a price to give for these things, not when you know what else is out there.
Later, in Iraq with the wind that carries things farther than anything back home can, Reporter asks, “and she’s a- she’s one of you also, your wife?”
“A werewolf? Yeah dog, she changed me.”
“So why isn’t she-“
“Part of the Pack? It’s not the same for women. The hunger, it’s not like that. They have better things to do.”
So Tony has his home, his family. And Tony has his Pack, the family. This life isn’t about loss. Not for everyone.
-
When Mike comes back with Nate, Nate’s a scrawny thing, still worn out from his first transformation. The skin of his face hanging loose off his bones and he holds himself like a wounded thing, like someone just waiting for the chance to run away. In short he looks like every other newborn mongrel that Mike takes pity on or Rudy wants to save. So no one really notices him, not at first. Not for a long time.
For the first month- hell, for the first six months Nate Fick is just a face in the crowd. He’s a nice guy, but he’s quiet. Doesn’t have the best story to tell, doesn’t need to talk the loudest, he isn’t even particularly strong. He watches, he learns, he does his part for the Pack and for a long time that’s the most anyone can say about him.
The thing about Nate is that he gets things done. Quietly and without fuss. Nate gets things done and he never asks for anything in return. So no one notices. Not until one day, deep in the woods, right after the full moon and they’ve started the slow tread back to civilization, blood still loose in their veins, Walt asks Brad for something-some small thing, a bandage for gash ripped by the woods, some fresh water to wash the blood away, some small thing that Brad takes care of because Encino Man won’t- and Brad turns to him and says, “ask Nate.”
It’s about then that Ray throws his head back and laughs, “that is some fucking ninja Pack-leading right there, homes.”
(It is possible that Schwetje hears this. It doesn’t matter though, he hated Nate long before.)
-
There are rules.
This is the part where Ray would say they’re more guidelines but Ray has a pressing need to fill the void in his head with words and Walt knows better anyway. They are definitely rules.
The first is that you listen to the Alpha. It doesn’t matter if you don’t agree or if you have another idea or if you just like to talk. If the Alpha talks you listen and then you do. This isn’t about democracy, it’s about survival. You listen.
The second is that you take care of each other. Always. This one’s easy. It’s something written in your blood.
These are the only rules and they have to be followed. Under Encino Man this didn’t work too well when he made you choose between them. Under Encino Man a lot of things didn’t work really well.
(Ray would put an innuendo here. Walt isn’t going to but he wants you to know Ray would have.)
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Brad used to be better at going off on his own.
Not good at it, admittedly. No one is good at being alone, not anyone who’s sane anyway. It’s the same as it is for humans. Until you get older, until your second century and then you stop feeling quite so cold, quite so closed off from everything you once lived for. Or at least that’s what Mike says.
But the older you get the loner it gets. Mike doesn’t say that. But it’s obvious to anyone with eyes who can watch him take care of Nate, who can see the pride he has in Nate.
However the point is Brad used to be better at going off on his own. Used to be better at it before the clusterfuck of Encino Man’s leadership. Used to be better at it before Nate. Before whatever the hell the thing between them is started.
He would leave, his bike or a surfboard at his side, and not turn back until the next cycle, until the next full moon.
These days he stays in the city most of the time. Spends his nights watching Ray try (and fail) to drink Doc under that table. Lets Rudy go on and on about exfoliation until Pappy comes by with an even worse skin problem. These days he sits in a diner on Third Street with Nate, drinks black coffee with a laptop open in front him, and watches Nate’s back while he does homework.
It could, conceivably, be worse.
-
They don’t talk in Iraq.
To be fair they don’t really talk outside of Iraq, but they do a better job of pretending elsewhere.
They walk sometimes, at night. Watch duty is what they’ll call this- like any enemy could sneak up on them, like any enemy could even get close. Mostly it’s just the two of them, the night, the silence.
Nothing ever happens.
Ray would break his neck failing to believe that but it’s true. They don’t talk and nothing happens. Nothing ever happens between them. Not for a long time.
Nate’s the Alpha. That’s a hard fact to forget.
-
Somewhere in Nate’s second year with the Pack everyone had fallen fairly well into a pattern.
Encino Man said something (Encino Man issued an order), Griego strutted around repeating the order like it came from God himself, everyone else spent a while wandering around pretending to do just as Schwetje said and then someone was sent off to go fetch Nate so that whatever went spectacularly ass-fucking wrong could be fixed.
It was a good system. It worked.
(Except that Nate’s eyes look red and his syllables got shorter and shorter and sometimes it was hard to not see how white his knuckles were.)
And then one day Encino Man pushed too far. Just a bit too far. Encino Man put them in danger and Nate didn’t snap.
Nate Fick was never going to snap. He does not snap. He simply and quietly decides to get angry.
In hindsight it was the correct option.
-
When someone (and it doesn’t really matter who) says, “Lets join the Marines,” Nate bites his lower lip. That’s not really noteworthy in and of itself. Nate bites his lower lip all the time. When he’s trying not to laugh at Person, when he wants to yell but can’t, when his soul is dying, when he’s just generally amused.
Nate bites his lower lip all the time, so no one really notices. Except then he looks up at Brad, not a bit of emotion in his eyes, and Brad nods.
Brad nods and they end up in Iraq.
(Here’s the thing you have to understand- Nate cares.
This isn’t something new, or something surprising. In reality this isn’t even something interesting. But Nate cares, about each and every one of them, even about Trombley, and yeah it’s fucking hard to kill a werewolf but stop a heart and it takes more than the bullet not being silver for it to start again.
Nate cares. And they go to Iraq. It’s not really all that hard to see how this ends.)
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Being a werewolf isn’t really a disease. It’s a condition. It’s something that’s manageable, most of the time.
Once a month it can’t be stopped. You are the beast. The blood coursing through your veins is calling out for more blood and you have to answer. You have to stop it. The rest of the time most people would hardly notice.
You can hear better than everyone else, sense more. You’re an animal but only in so much as every human is an animal.
But when a werewolf is angry, truly uncontrollably angry, there isn’t really anything human about him.
When Nate goes for Craig’s throat there is no second of hesitation. No chance that he will pull back. When Nate goes for the Alpha’s throat there are claws where his hands were moments ago and will he kill. He will kill or die.
-
They get assigned the reporter and Godfather delivers the news like a eulogy but there’s just a hint of pride lurking in his eyes, just a glimmer that he deserves the attention.
Nate isn’t happy and Brad isn’t happy. But that could just as easily be because they got handed a few more pups by the Marine Corps (and who the hell saw that coming, the US government knowing all along? Well, everybody to be fair but you know) and Q-Tip and Christenson aren’t so bad but Trombley might just be a psychopath.
So Ray takes Rolling Stone under his proverbial fucking wing, doesn’t let Chaffin molest him or Doc tear his head off. He turns out not to be such a bad guy. He smells of fear, but he doesn’t mind being afraid, doesn’t seem to care that they know he’s afraid. So he stays and he follows Ray around and sometimes Brad and then on the fourth day he looks at Ray from under that stupid hat and asks, “So, Fick and Colbert-“
“No.”
“What-“
“No, Homes. Just don’t ask.”
-
When Nate goes for Encino Man it’s not really an ensured victory. It’s not even close.
It would have been nice if it had been, would have made Brad way less angry in the aftermath, but Craig kept the job for years and it was never because he was good at it.
Nate’s fast but Craig’s strong and there’s this moment where Nate isn’t going to win this one. Where he can’t.
He does though, in the end. Which is awful fucking lucky because that would have pissed Brad off for the next eternity. Would have made him kill Encino Man himself, which yeah, Ray’s been telling him to do for years but really who wants Brad as the Alpha.
Instead, when Nate finally manages to stop the bastard’s heart and that little piece of shit Casey Kasem goes for him, Brad rips his throat out so fast no when else has even blinked.
It’s really quiet then, deathly quiet, and Nate looks up from where he’s still sitting by Craig’s body. Looks up at Brad and his eyes don’t waiver and he says, “Mike will you-“
“You heard him gentleman, let’s clean this up before the locals start getting suspicious.”
And that’s the end of it. And that’s how Nate becomes the Alpha.
-
Before all of this Nate used to run.
Five miles every morning, his feet against the asphalt a heartbeat not his own, the wind catching against his skin. Nate used to run and what it really felt like was flying.
Of course, this was only until one day, with the wind at his back and blood rushing through his veins, a car swerved and didn’t stop. The pack thinks he remembers. They think he knows what happened, who changed him, why the world went from mildly bemusing to insane. He doesn’t though.
All Nate Fick can remember about his last moments as a human being is the cold slick of the road beneath his body, an unearthly howl somewhere in the distance and a pair of ice blue eyes.
It could have been any one.
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Don't you dare stop writing for this fandom. Ever.
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its like I'm looking at a classic colbert-fick eye-communication moment, except in words.
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It's such an awesome universe you created. I loved how you used all the gang. And I love, love, LOVE the ending.
Like, really. Wow.
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