Social Bonding Exercises
Author: emocezi
Title: Social Bonding Exercises.
Rating: R
Wordcount: 1469
Disclaimer: I do not own The Losers nor do I make a profit from this work of fiction.
A/N: So, this is Shifter!Verse, version B. The other way it could have gone. Essentially, because my brain is crazyface, this is heading towards a Roque/Jensen/Cougar sort of idea. Because I like movie!Roque, and this Roque is based off of him. Also, I have a crazy twisted view of romance, and the intense possession Roque would have towards Jensen and probably also Cougar makes me squeal like a nutjob. It follows the first two chapters, listed below, but is not part of the rest of shifter verse.
Previous Chapters:Basic Instincts, Fur Pile
Original Shifter Verse: Stuck in a Rut, Alpha's Turn, Rebel Yell, Sneaky Fuck, Getting It, Fever
Roque had gotten captured by Chechnian Black Widows. Islamic war widows whose husbands had been killed by Russian soldiers. Essentially an entire organization of women that made the women Clay dated look sane. And that was saying something.
They had to get him out, and the only people for the job were Jensen and Pooch. Clay was in the hospital with six broken ribs and a punctured lung thanks to being hit by a car. Cougar had gone radio silent two days prior, orders from Clay to protect his sniper and the rest of his team.
Then the Shahidka had gotten the drop on Roque, and Jensen was going to mock him endlessly for getting knocked out by women. He had nothing against women, didn't think they were weaker or less intelligent, it was just something to bug Roque about.
His cat-brain was giving him information. Smells and sounds detailing where each woman stood in relation to his own position. His human-brain was coming up with a plan with a lot of triangulation and numbers, explaining the vectors he needed to take them out with a minimum of fuss, noise and bullets.
He exchanged a glance with Pooch, not needing a lot of words to figure out the plan, considering the plan was pretty much 'burst-into-the-room-and-take-them-by-surprise'. It was a good plan, worked seven out of ten times, and Jensen just hoped this was one of those times that the enemy didn't know they were coming.
As it so happened, the Shahidka had no idea Roque was American, or part of a black ops team. The scar on his face was similar to the leader of a rebel army that they had been fighting for years, trying to take back control of their own lives and tired of living under the shadow of men.
Once a tentative cease-fire had been called and the guns laid down, Pooch had been able to explain everything. Jensen had even pulled out his smartphone and pulled up pictures of both Bilal Shakir and William Roque to show that while they looked similar, they were not the same person. Surprisingly, the trio of Losers had left intact, though Roque was rather drugged up and missing a couple of fingernails.
Pooch had gone ahead to 'borrow' a vehicle, which left Jensen half dragging Roque out of the building into the empty street. The XO kept rubbing his cheek against Jensen's, which under normal circumstances would have worried the hacker that Roque was starting to show all the stalkerish habits of Cougar. As it was, it was just Roque reaffirming pack bonds and showing gratitude, considering he kept laughing at nothing, drugged out of his skull. Jensen was grateful it was only cheek rubbing and not Roque marking his territory through copious amounts of urine and scent marking.
XxX XxX
A very tense thirteen hours later and Cougar showed up, favoring his left side and with one hell of a black eye, but otherwise in one piece. He allowed Pooch to check over his injuries, then puffed up with indignation at catching Roque's scent covering Jensen, who hadn't had the time to shower.
The hacker rolled his eyes and locked himself in his room, running a trace on a cellphone that could very possibly lead them to the man they had been sent here to capture. The army needed him alive. Cougar prowled around the door for three hours, sometimes knocking in Morse code, sometimes asking Jensen to let him in, sometimes growling loudly and kicking at the door, trying to break the lock. Everything Cougar tried only made Jensen angrier and angrier, wondering why in the hell Cougar was so interested in him. He wasn't mature, he showed no signs of being beta, he showed no weakness.
“Let me in.”
“Go away.”
“Jensen. Let me in.”
“I open this door it's gonna be to kick your ass. Go bug Pooch, I'm busy.”
“I just want to talk to you.”
“You really want me to open this door? Because you will be picking your teeth up off the floor if I do.” Cougar growled long and low and Jensen rolled his eyes and went back to poking through phone records. Such a fun way to kill time.
“Jensen, open this door.” That was Roque, and he didn't sound happy. The hacker huffed and set his laptop aside, a few trace programs scouring the internet for anything relating to the man they were after. He stalked over to the door and tugged it open, glaring at his XO and the sniper taking up the doorway.
“What the fuck do you assholes want?” Roque's nostrils flared, reminding Jensen that he still smelled like the man. Suddenly it all made sense and he rubbed his hands over his face.
“Why is the door locked?”
“Because I wanted some fucking privacy to run the trace without Cougar being in my space constantly. Since when do we have an open door policy around here?” Jensen snapped, moving back to the bed to root through his duffel for a towel and then pushing past both men to head for the bathroom. “Stop following me.”
“What do you want for supper?” The question had everyone stopping and Roque looked as shocked as Jensen for even asking. When Roque cooked, he didn't ask for opinions. You ate it or he shoved it down your throat.
“Aww, I didn't know you cared.”
“Shut up Jensen.”
“Sir, yes Sir.” Jensen snapped off a salute and snickered, closing the bathroom door on Roque's scowling face and Cougar's glower. Everyone was going insane around him.
XxX XxX
Once he smelled like himself again things seemed to go back to normal. Normal being Cougar rubbing a hand over his arm and nodding in a way that made Jensen want to lash out. He went straight back into the bathroom and scrubbed Cougar's scent off his arm, then pulled on a long sleeved hoodie and sat in the corner with his laptop, keeping an eye out for the sniper.
“Pooch, can I ask you something?”
“Ask away.” Pooch spoke, not looking up from the carburetor he was cleaning.
“Do I come off as....beta?” Jensen winced at the word and had Pooch looking up in surprise.
“What?”
“Just. Cougar keeps trying to get his scent on me. It's annoying.”
“It's just Cougar being Cougar.”
“No, it's Cougar being an asshole who's going to get his ass kicked soon if he doesn't fucking stop.”
“So kick his ass then. It'll show him that you don't need him to watch your back.”
“I just...I don't get it. I'm not even mature. Why the hell is he acting like this?”
“You really wanna know?”
“Yes.”
“He's marking his territory in the event you mature as a beta.” Jensen gaped, and Pooch shrugged. “Hey, you asked.”
“I'm gonna fucking kill him.” Jensen snarled, the sudden rage that swirled through his mind pushing the urge to change along his spine. He could feel his jaw tightening, skin starting to burn and itch. He pushed it back and down, turning into a seventeen pound cat would do nothing but show the sniper that he was getting under Jensen's skin, just like he meant to.
Cougar came into the room seconds later, blinking at the low growl resounding from Jensen when he passed close to the hacker. He stopped, meaning to figure out what was running through Jensen's mind when Pooch laughed and gestured at him to just keep moving. After a shift, Cougar outweighed Jensen, but when they were human, pissing off Jensen was liable to get him punched for his trouble. Cougar sniffed his displeasure and took a seat on the opposite side of the room, where he could keep an eye on Jensen.
“Stop looking at me.” Cougar raised an eyebrow, lips curling into a smirk that had Jensen snarling and moving from the living room to the kitchen where Roque was turning various ingredients into meatloaf.
“What the fuck's up with you?”
“Cougar's an asshole.” Jensen snapped, then reached over and stole a green pepper strip, munching on it and glaring when the sniper strolled into the room and sunk into a chair on the opposite side of the table. “I will fuck you up. Stop staring at me.”
Roque snickered, then dropped a pile of pepper strips in front of Jensen who promptly started chewing on them. Roque raised an eyebrow at the glare Cougar was shooting him, then smirked and reached over to ruffle Jensen's hair in a juvenile display of I-can-touch-him-and-he-doesn't-freak-out that had Jensen swatting at his hand absent mindedly.
Title: Social Bonding Exercises.
Rating: R
Wordcount: 1469
Disclaimer: I do not own The Losers nor do I make a profit from this work of fiction.
A/N: So, this is Shifter!Verse, version B. The other way it could have gone. Essentially, because my brain is crazyface, this is heading towards a Roque/Jensen/Cougar sort of idea. Because I like movie!Roque, and this Roque is based off of him. Also, I have a crazy twisted view of romance, and the intense possession Roque would have towards Jensen and probably also Cougar makes me squeal like a nutjob. It follows the first two chapters, listed below, but is not part of the rest of shifter verse.
Previous Chapters:Basic Instincts, Fur Pile
Original Shifter Verse: Stuck in a Rut, Alpha's Turn, Rebel Yell, Sneaky Fuck, Getting It, Fever
Roque had gotten captured by Chechnian Black Widows. Islamic war widows whose husbands had been killed by Russian soldiers. Essentially an entire organization of women that made the women Clay dated look sane. And that was saying something.
They had to get him out, and the only people for the job were Jensen and Pooch. Clay was in the hospital with six broken ribs and a punctured lung thanks to being hit by a car. Cougar had gone radio silent two days prior, orders from Clay to protect his sniper and the rest of his team.
Then the Shahidka had gotten the drop on Roque, and Jensen was going to mock him endlessly for getting knocked out by women. He had nothing against women, didn't think they were weaker or less intelligent, it was just something to bug Roque about.
His cat-brain was giving him information. Smells and sounds detailing where each woman stood in relation to his own position. His human-brain was coming up with a plan with a lot of triangulation and numbers, explaining the vectors he needed to take them out with a minimum of fuss, noise and bullets.
He exchanged a glance with Pooch, not needing a lot of words to figure out the plan, considering the plan was pretty much 'burst-into-the-room-and-take-them-by-surprise'. It was a good plan, worked seven out of ten times, and Jensen just hoped this was one of those times that the enemy didn't know they were coming.
As it so happened, the Shahidka had no idea Roque was American, or part of a black ops team. The scar on his face was similar to the leader of a rebel army that they had been fighting for years, trying to take back control of their own lives and tired of living under the shadow of men.
Once a tentative cease-fire had been called and the guns laid down, Pooch had been able to explain everything. Jensen had even pulled out his smartphone and pulled up pictures of both Bilal Shakir and William Roque to show that while they looked similar, they were not the same person. Surprisingly, the trio of Losers had left intact, though Roque was rather drugged up and missing a couple of fingernails.
Pooch had gone ahead to 'borrow' a vehicle, which left Jensen half dragging Roque out of the building into the empty street. The XO kept rubbing his cheek against Jensen's, which under normal circumstances would have worried the hacker that Roque was starting to show all the stalkerish habits of Cougar. As it was, it was just Roque reaffirming pack bonds and showing gratitude, considering he kept laughing at nothing, drugged out of his skull. Jensen was grateful it was only cheek rubbing and not Roque marking his territory through copious amounts of urine and scent marking.
XxX XxX
A very tense thirteen hours later and Cougar showed up, favoring his left side and with one hell of a black eye, but otherwise in one piece. He allowed Pooch to check over his injuries, then puffed up with indignation at catching Roque's scent covering Jensen, who hadn't had the time to shower.
The hacker rolled his eyes and locked himself in his room, running a trace on a cellphone that could very possibly lead them to the man they had been sent here to capture. The army needed him alive. Cougar prowled around the door for three hours, sometimes knocking in Morse code, sometimes asking Jensen to let him in, sometimes growling loudly and kicking at the door, trying to break the lock. Everything Cougar tried only made Jensen angrier and angrier, wondering why in the hell Cougar was so interested in him. He wasn't mature, he showed no signs of being beta, he showed no weakness.
“Let me in.”
“Go away.”
“Jensen. Let me in.”
“I open this door it's gonna be to kick your ass. Go bug Pooch, I'm busy.”
“I just want to talk to you.”
“You really want me to open this door? Because you will be picking your teeth up off the floor if I do.” Cougar growled long and low and Jensen rolled his eyes and went back to poking through phone records. Such a fun way to kill time.
“Jensen, open this door.” That was Roque, and he didn't sound happy. The hacker huffed and set his laptop aside, a few trace programs scouring the internet for anything relating to the man they were after. He stalked over to the door and tugged it open, glaring at his XO and the sniper taking up the doorway.
“What the fuck do you assholes want?” Roque's nostrils flared, reminding Jensen that he still smelled like the man. Suddenly it all made sense and he rubbed his hands over his face.
“Why is the door locked?”
“Because I wanted some fucking privacy to run the trace without Cougar being in my space constantly. Since when do we have an open door policy around here?” Jensen snapped, moving back to the bed to root through his duffel for a towel and then pushing past both men to head for the bathroom. “Stop following me.”
“What do you want for supper?” The question had everyone stopping and Roque looked as shocked as Jensen for even asking. When Roque cooked, he didn't ask for opinions. You ate it or he shoved it down your throat.
“Aww, I didn't know you cared.”
“Shut up Jensen.”
“Sir, yes Sir.” Jensen snapped off a salute and snickered, closing the bathroom door on Roque's scowling face and Cougar's glower. Everyone was going insane around him.
XxX XxX
Once he smelled like himself again things seemed to go back to normal. Normal being Cougar rubbing a hand over his arm and nodding in a way that made Jensen want to lash out. He went straight back into the bathroom and scrubbed Cougar's scent off his arm, then pulled on a long sleeved hoodie and sat in the corner with his laptop, keeping an eye out for the sniper.
“Pooch, can I ask you something?”
“Ask away.” Pooch spoke, not looking up from the carburetor he was cleaning.
“Do I come off as....beta?” Jensen winced at the word and had Pooch looking up in surprise.
“What?”
“Just. Cougar keeps trying to get his scent on me. It's annoying.”
“It's just Cougar being Cougar.”
“No, it's Cougar being an asshole who's going to get his ass kicked soon if he doesn't fucking stop.”
“So kick his ass then. It'll show him that you don't need him to watch your back.”
“I just...I don't get it. I'm not even mature. Why the hell is he acting like this?”
“You really wanna know?”
“Yes.”
“He's marking his territory in the event you mature as a beta.” Jensen gaped, and Pooch shrugged. “Hey, you asked.”
“I'm gonna fucking kill him.” Jensen snarled, the sudden rage that swirled through his mind pushing the urge to change along his spine. He could feel his jaw tightening, skin starting to burn and itch. He pushed it back and down, turning into a seventeen pound cat would do nothing but show the sniper that he was getting under Jensen's skin, just like he meant to.
Cougar came into the room seconds later, blinking at the low growl resounding from Jensen when he passed close to the hacker. He stopped, meaning to figure out what was running through Jensen's mind when Pooch laughed and gestured at him to just keep moving. After a shift, Cougar outweighed Jensen, but when they were human, pissing off Jensen was liable to get him punched for his trouble. Cougar sniffed his displeasure and took a seat on the opposite side of the room, where he could keep an eye on Jensen.
“Stop looking at me.” Cougar raised an eyebrow, lips curling into a smirk that had Jensen snarling and moving from the living room to the kitchen where Roque was turning various ingredients into meatloaf.
“What the fuck's up with you?”
“Cougar's an asshole.” Jensen snapped, then reached over and stole a green pepper strip, munching on it and glaring when the sniper strolled into the room and sunk into a chair on the opposite side of the table. “I will fuck you up. Stop staring at me.”
Roque snickered, then dropped a pile of pepper strips in front of Jensen who promptly started chewing on them. Roque raised an eyebrow at the glare Cougar was shooting him, then smirked and reached over to ruffle Jensen's hair in a juvenile display of I-can-touch-him-and-he-doesn't-freak-out that had Jensen swatting at his hand absent mindedly.