Fanfiction Request: Moonlight Stroll
Title: Moonlight Stroll
Rating: R
AU: Lupus AU
Request: "Like Lupus! Write something from that. :D"
Characters: Connie Murphy, Bree House, Shawn Spencer
Author's Note: Lupus AU is my werewolf AU. In it, Murphy is the werewolf police and in investigating a rogue wolf, Bree gets bitten. This is set after that happens and you know there's a lot of exposition in the thing so just go with that. Why did I throw Psych in there? Because it's fun.
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Murphy did not like running on sand. Instead of a sprint, which she needed, all she could do was lope quickly along, sand wedging between her toes as she followed a line of scent and faded footprints along East Beach Park. She didn’t know how much time they had. They had slashed the Hunter’s tires and stolen his spark plug but that was no guarantee he wouldn’t get help from someone. He probably had some cop friends who would be willing to pick him up, even in the dead of night. She had to get to Bree in time.
When she saw two shadows walking ahead of her, Murphy threw her head back and howled. One figure stopped and looked around. Mentally breathing a sigh of relief, she put on burst of speed and closed the final few yards between her and Bree. She changed midstride, running the last few steps on two feet.
“Bree! Bree!”
“Murphy! What are you doing here? God, Shawn, I’m sorry.”
“Wha… she… change… dog?”
“Murphy, look, I get you’re the alpha but it’s a date not the…”
“Shut up both of you!” Murphy yelled, throwing all her authority into her voice, ending with a slight growl. “Bree, his father’s a Hunter.”
She pointed a finger at Bree’s date, “And he’s a psychic.”
“What?”
“Yeah, well, you’re a werewolf!” Shawn said defensively.
“Your dad’s coming here to kill her. And me. And the whole pack of he can.” Murphy crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at the young man.
“Wait, wait, wait,” Bree stepped between Murphy and Shawn, looking confused and a little frightened. “What’s going on, Murphy?”
Taking a deep breath, Murphy bit down on the urge to just order the young girl to run. She had only been bit three months ago by a rogue wolf. She was still adjusting to the changes, not just becoming a wolf every full moon but having heightened senses and strength. Murphy was trying to teach her how to be a wolf by driving to Yellowstone from LA, learning how to live in both a crowded city and the wilderness. They had stopped in Santa Barbara so Murphy could teach her how to be a wolf by the ocean.
What was supposed to be a two week trip had turned into a month long fight. Bree wanted to date a local boy instead of learn and Murphy had been forced to call the pack to get the young wolf in control. Now it had all gone to Hell because the boy she was dating had a father who was a Hunter and knew they were in town.
“His father’s a Hunter,” Murphy said, speaking more slowly this time and with less yelling. “He knows the pack is here and he’s using the new moon to hunt us. I’ve sent the pack out of town but you weren’t at the house!”
“My dad’s a retired cop,” Shawn said defensively. “Not a Hunter.”
“He is!” Murphy snapped, teeth bared. “He attacked my beta. You gave it away too!”
“What?”
“Something you said about your new girl that tipped him off.”
They all stopped when another howl split the air. It was a distress call. Murphy’s alpha instincts came to the forefront. It was Morgan, warning her. The Hunter was here. She swore.
“Get her out of here!” She pointed at Shawn, “Start driving to Yellowstone and don’t stop until you find the pack, understand me?”
“You can’t be serious. Look, we’ll wait for my dad and he’ll explain that he’s just a retired cop.”
There was another warning howl and Murphy could hear the car now. Seconds later headlights illuminated the beach and a man called Shawn’s name. Murphy growled.
“Go! Bree, make him go!” She wasn’t asking this time, she was ordering with the full authority being an alpha wolf gave her. The sand near her exploded as a shot landed. She could smell the silver in it. “Go!”
“Dad!”
“Shawn!” Bree grabbed his arm and started pulling him away.
“Go!” Murphy yelled one last time before shifting back to a wolf and charging towards the Hunter to give them time to get away.
Rating: R
AU: Lupus AU
Request: "Like Lupus! Write something from that. :D"
Characters: Connie Murphy, Bree House, Shawn Spencer
Author's Note: Lupus AU is my werewolf AU. In it, Murphy is the werewolf police and in investigating a rogue wolf, Bree gets bitten. This is set after that happens and you know there's a lot of exposition in the thing so just go with that. Why did I throw Psych in there? Because it's fun.
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Murphy did not like running on sand. Instead of a sprint, which she needed, all she could do was lope quickly along, sand wedging between her toes as she followed a line of scent and faded footprints along East Beach Park. She didn’t know how much time they had. They had slashed the Hunter’s tires and stolen his spark plug but that was no guarantee he wouldn’t get help from someone. He probably had some cop friends who would be willing to pick him up, even in the dead of night. She had to get to Bree in time.
When she saw two shadows walking ahead of her, Murphy threw her head back and howled. One figure stopped and looked around. Mentally breathing a sigh of relief, she put on burst of speed and closed the final few yards between her and Bree. She changed midstride, running the last few steps on two feet.
“Bree! Bree!”
“Murphy! What are you doing here? God, Shawn, I’m sorry.”
“Wha… she… change… dog?”
“Murphy, look, I get you’re the alpha but it’s a date not the…”
“Shut up both of you!” Murphy yelled, throwing all her authority into her voice, ending with a slight growl. “Bree, his father’s a Hunter.”
She pointed a finger at Bree’s date, “And he’s a psychic.”
“What?”
“Yeah, well, you’re a werewolf!” Shawn said defensively.
“Your dad’s coming here to kill her. And me. And the whole pack of he can.” Murphy crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at the young man.
“Wait, wait, wait,” Bree stepped between Murphy and Shawn, looking confused and a little frightened. “What’s going on, Murphy?”
Taking a deep breath, Murphy bit down on the urge to just order the young girl to run. She had only been bit three months ago by a rogue wolf. She was still adjusting to the changes, not just becoming a wolf every full moon but having heightened senses and strength. Murphy was trying to teach her how to be a wolf by driving to Yellowstone from LA, learning how to live in both a crowded city and the wilderness. They had stopped in Santa Barbara so Murphy could teach her how to be a wolf by the ocean.
What was supposed to be a two week trip had turned into a month long fight. Bree wanted to date a local boy instead of learn and Murphy had been forced to call the pack to get the young wolf in control. Now it had all gone to Hell because the boy she was dating had a father who was a Hunter and knew they were in town.
“His father’s a Hunter,” Murphy said, speaking more slowly this time and with less yelling. “He knows the pack is here and he’s using the new moon to hunt us. I’ve sent the pack out of town but you weren’t at the house!”
“My dad’s a retired cop,” Shawn said defensively. “Not a Hunter.”
“He is!” Murphy snapped, teeth bared. “He attacked my beta. You gave it away too!”
“What?”
“Something you said about your new girl that tipped him off.”
They all stopped when another howl split the air. It was a distress call. Murphy’s alpha instincts came to the forefront. It was Morgan, warning her. The Hunter was here. She swore.
“Get her out of here!” She pointed at Shawn, “Start driving to Yellowstone and don’t stop until you find the pack, understand me?”
“You can’t be serious. Look, we’ll wait for my dad and he’ll explain that he’s just a retired cop.”
There was another warning howl and Murphy could hear the car now. Seconds later headlights illuminated the beach and a man called Shawn’s name. Murphy growled.
“Go! Bree, make him go!” She wasn’t asking this time, she was ordering with the full authority being an alpha wolf gave her. The sand near her exploded as a shot landed. She could smell the silver in it. “Go!”
“Dad!”
“Shawn!” Bree grabbed his arm and started pulling him away.
“Go!” Murphy yelled one last time before shifting back to a wolf and charging towards the Hunter to give them time to get away.