Rebel Yell
Author: emocezi
Title: Rebel Yell
Rating: R
Pairing: Jensen/COugar - The Losers
Wordcount: 2212
Disclaimer: I do not own The Losers nor do I make a profit from this work of fiction.
A/N: YOU'RE ALL MONSTERS...EVERYONE WHO CHEERED ON THIS SERIES. *Sobs* I love you all, I can't lie.
Also, some pictures for those of you that are visual.
Jensen. Cougar.
Previous Chapters: Stuck in a Rut, Alpha's Turn.
Translations: Gato - Cat
The banner was made by the lovely and talented katrinbisiani
They hadn't even been on a mission, Clay never scheduled missions around the full moon. Because if you thought you were a bad mother when you shifted, there was probably some Russian goon who was a bear. They'd only run into that sort of problem once, but it had been enough to convince Clay of the dangers that lurked under the light of the full moon.
Jensen had shifted and wandered off, and Cougar, being all Alpha, had followed him. There had been a flash of light and smoke and by the time the rest of the team found them, both felines were passed out on the grass. Jensen was still, and it was only when Clay nudged the Caracal with his nose that he was satisfied the smaller cat was still alive. Cougar was twitching, claws out, and it was enough to keep Roque and Pooch a safe distance away, not wanting to get caught in range if Cougar woke up suddenly and in a bad mood.
In the morning, when the sun had set and the had shifted back to human, it was then they knew that something was wrong. Cougar and Jensen were still in shifter form, though Cougar was awake, if a little woozy. He nudged Jensen with his nose and made a couple of noises that would have been him talking had be been human.
Clay had sent Roque and Pooch back to camp, not wanting to get anyone else involved if they didn't need to be. He bent and scooped Jensen up, holding the small cat firmly. Cougar watched him, ready to leap in at a moments notice if Jensen needed his protection. Clay rolled his eyes and headed back for camp, Cougar trotting by his side.
XxX XxX
The thing was, they had all eventually heard about Cougar getting inside Beta-camp and trying to mark Jensen. And they had also heard about Jensen making a stand and refusing to submit. Clay had given them both shit for it after, Cougar for breaking in, and Jensen for putting himself in danger. Cougar had taken it in stride, Jensen had glared, and then cemented his anger by not talking to anyone for a week. At first it had been nice, but then it had gotten weird, not having that constant chatter in the back ground.
Just like now. Roque and Pooch were staring at Cougar who was staring at Jensen who was sprawled over Clay's lap. It was definitely weird to see Cougar paying such close attention to the hacker. Well, it was weird to see Cougar staring at Jensen without the added benefit of his hat to shade his eyes and make them all think he was looking at something else.
Jensen stirred in Clay's lap, his tail flicking a couple times before he opened his eyes and yawned. He blinked out at his team and started making sounds. Mews and mrows and purrs and these weird little chitters that sounded like he was hunting flies. Roque shrugged and went off to sharpen one of his many knives, Pooch snickered and ran a hand over Jensen's head, scratching behind his ears.
Clay put the Caracal down and raised an eyebrow when Jensen just kept talking and winding around his legs. Finally he wandered over to Cougar, still chittering. Pooch and Clay were watching, amused expressions and wondering how the sniper was going to deal with this situation.
Cougar simply sat, letting Jensen headbutt him. The Caracal twining around the Puma until Cougar solved the problem and pushed Jensen over with his head. He pinned the smaller cat before Jensen could twist back onto his feet and then slumped onto the ground, keeping Jensen pinned half underneath him and for all appearances going to sleep.
“Huh, that's new.” Pooch remarked and Clay nodded, watching Jensen yowl and squirm, trying to get out from underneath the heavier cat.
“Whatever keeps him out of trouble.”
XxX XxX
Rogue raised an eyebrow at the streak of brown that raced through camp, seconds past and a larger shape raced by. He ignored what his eyes had told him and stubbornly denied seeing anything.
Ten minutes past and Cougar walked back into camp holding Jensen by the scruff of his neck as if he were a wayward kitten that had gotten lost. He set the Caracal on the ground, pinned him, and began to wash his fur. From the squawls of horror that brought both Clay and Pooch running, it sounded like someone was, no pun intended, skinning a cat.
“Hey man, you missed a spot.” Pooch joked, grinning as Cougar stopped, seemed to consider and ran his tongue over the patch of fur that Pooch had indicated. Jensen never stopped making a racket through the entire procedure, and when Cougar finally let him up, he promptly jumped on the larger car and bit at his ear. Cougar hissed and Jensen hissed back before glaring and going to sulk under a log.
XxX XxX
Everywhere that Jensen went Cougar was sure to follow. It sounded like a nursery rhyme, but the reality was far funnier. Jensen would wander off into the grass to follow an interesting noise and ten minutes later, Cougar would drag him back into camp and wash him. Finally Jensen learned the lesson and stayed in camp. He compromised by climbing a flimsy looking tree to get away from Cougar. The larger cat glared up at him, looking distinctly unimpressed.
XxX XxX
Clay had figured out the gas that had been used on his team. It was non lethal and would wear off in a few days for Cougar, and up to a week for Jensen. The news hadn't been well received by either of his men. Cougar had hissed at him and stalked off and Jensen had flopped to the ground, letting out some rather mournful cries until Pooch had rolled his eyes and picked the Caracal up. Jensen had stopped almost immediately, snuggling into Pooch's neck and licking his head until the man set him on the ground and shoved a bit of left over jerky at him.
Jensen headbutted his leg and started batting the jerky around the ground. Pooch watched, amused when Jensen would grab the jerky in his front paws and fall over on his back, kicking out with his hind legs like he was trying to disembowel something.
Finally Jensen was all played out. He was splayed out on the ground at Pooch's feet, fast asleep. The mechanic picked him up and wandered over to where Jensen's tent sat, placing the Caracal on Jensen's sleeping bag and leaving the tent unzipped in case he wanted to leave during the night. Following a hunch, Pooch hid behind a clump of trees until Cougar wandered into the clearing. The Puma looked straight at him, sniffed, and crawled into Jensen's tent. Pooch shook his head and hoped no one ended up dead.
XxX XxX
Two days passed and Jensen had only run away twice, he'd managed to hide for an entire hour once before Cougar had found him and hauled him back. Rather then wash the smaller cat, Cougar decided to up the punishment level and wandered down to the river, his team silently flanking him and wondering what he was up to, and promptly dunked Jensen into the water until he was drenched, shivering and mewling pathetically. Cougar was smug for the rest of the afternoon, especially when Jensen snuggled into his side to try and get some body heat back.
The next day found Cougar human again, and Jensen refused to come down from his tree. He glared at everyone like they had personally offended him. He'd taken to swatting viciously at Cougar's hat whenever the sniper passed under him and finally, near the end of the day, Cougar seemed to have had enough.
“Get down here gato.” Jensen hissed at him and climbed higher into the tree until the foliage hid him. Cougar gave an infuriated sigh and grabbed the trunk of the tree. He peered up into the branches, giving Jensen time to see the error of his ways. Jensen yowled angrily down at the world below and then dug his claws into the tree as Cougar started to shake it rather viciously.
It took ten minutes of Cougar shaking the tree before Clay came over to stop him, stating that Jensen would come down in his own time. Cougar was radiating enough Alpha vibes to make Clay's hackles stand up. Roque came over, sniffing at the tree and grinning up at it.
“You're not going to get him to come down acting like this. He's already afraid of you.” Roque grinned over at Cougar who was watching him suspiciously from beneath the brim of his hat. Roque's grin turned manacle and he pitched his voice higher, trying to make Jensen angry. “In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if he stays up there when he turns back to human. Poor little beta.” He yelped when Jensen dropped onto his head, claws digging in a couple of times before Cougar grabbed the Caracal by the scruff of his neck and shook him once.
Jensen went limp, turning his glare on Cougar who raised an eyebrow. The Caracal hissed and Cougar shook him again. Clay's eyebrows raised at the interaction and he swatted Cougar across the back of the head and grabbed Jensen away from the sniper. Cougar glared and looked as if he was about to say something but Clay shook his head.
“Stop trying to make him submit, because if he does, you are both off this squad.” Jensen made a particular smug noise and Cougar reached out to swat at him. Jensen swatted back, spitting, his eyes nearly green with anger. “I'm serious Cougar, he's not your Beta.” The sniper glared at Clay then stalked off to find his rifle and go shoot something for supper.
XxX XxX
The sun was just starting to set when Cougar wandered back into camp, a deer slung over his shoulders and the temper nearly gone from his eyes. He nodded an apology to Clay and stroked his hand over Jensen's spine in a fluid motion, asking for forgiveness. Jensen simply moved to sit on a rock near the fire and watch him through cynical, calculating eyes that were normally hidden behind goofy, round frames.
After the deer had been gutted, skinned and eaten, Cougar left cleanup to the rest of his team and wandered back to where Jensen's tent sat. The Caracal ran ahead of him, chittering when he got to his tent and swirling around the snipers feet like he meant to trip him.
Cougar ignored the silent keep out that Jensen kept trying to send him and crawled into the hacker's tent, stretching out on his sleeping bag and breathing in Jensen's scent, even as the Caracal crawled in beside him, still making angry little growls.
“You need me.” Cougar said quietly, thankful that Jensen couldn't talk back. “I know you think you don't, that you can make it by yourself, but you need me watching your back. Permanently.”
Rather then making any noise for an answer, Jensen crawled onto Cougar's stomach and sat on his chest, looking down on him and cocking his head as if to ask why the sniper would even presume to think Jensen needed anyone but himself.
“I'm giving you space to accept this. If I were any less an Alpha I would have already bent you to my will.” Jensen's eyes narrow at that but he still doesn't make a noise, wanting to see what Cougar will say next. “You've been through two heats already and you've come to me for both. This means you trust me, and trust is very important.” Jensen started growling low in his throat, really not liking where this was going. Cougar sat up, looking him straight in the eye and leaking Alpha male from his pores. “Next time you go into heat, I'm going to mark you as mine. I'm giving you time to accept this, because it will happen.” Jensen yowled angrily at him and fled from the tent, not wanting to even look at Cougar until he had to.
The next day he shifted back into a human. He was overjoyed to be back in the body he inhabited most of the time, but severely pissed at how talkative Cougar had been the night before. He caught a glimpse of Cougar just once, the sniper apparently staying true to his word and giving him time. Though Jensen was pretty sure most of it was not wanting to get his ass handed to him again. Jensen may have just been the techie, but when he fought, people tended to bleed.
It was mid May, he had two months until his next heat. Two months to figure out how to get the fuck out of Dodge without alerting Cougar that he was planning to pull a Houdini and vanish beneath his ever watchful gaze.