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.
Re: Colbert/Fick – werewolf AU. Bravo Two as a wolf pack. Fick is the Alpha - 4/4spirited_lizardJanuary 2 2011, 00:00:28 UTC
I was so hoping that someone would write this prompt!! And this is so awesome!! Love it!!
The fact that they aren’t exactly men? Well, they’re stone cold killers, which as it turns out is close enough.
May I repeat - AWESOME!!!
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.
Uh...? ME! ME! ME! ME! ME! *g* I also really loved this "would have pissed Brad off for the next eternity"!! :D
And omg eeeeek!!! The ending!!!! Anyone, huh? ;) Omg, so awesome!!!
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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The fact that they aren’t exactly men? Well, they’re stone cold killers, which as it turns out is close enough.
May I repeat - AWESOME!!!
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.
Uh...? ME! ME! ME! ME! ME! *g* I also really loved this "would have pissed Brad off for the next eternity"!! :D
And omg eeeeek!!! The ending!!!! Anyone, huh? ;) Omg, so awesome!!!
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