[Fic] snickfic: At Least Ian Malcolm Had a Sat Phone
[ Het ]
Title: At Least Ian Malcolm Had a Sat Phone
Writer: snickfic
Alternate links: On Ao3
Status of work: Complete
Characters and/or pairings: Jared/Gen
Rating: PG
Warnings, kinks & contents: None
Length: 5400
Summary: All Gen wants is to get through her last day of wolfiness for the month and go home. Only now there's this idiot stumbling through her woods, and she just hopes he doesn't hurt himself. By, say, falling into that icy stream and twisting his ankle, like a twit.
Reccer's notes: Because Gen is a werewolf and Jared is lost in her woods. If, for some unfathomable reason you're still here and not reading it (frankly, I wouldn't have made it past "Gen is a werewolf"), note that it is also lovely H/C because Jared falls in a stream and sprains his ankle; that it has human/wolf huddling for warmth due to the aforementioned stream; that Gen's internal dialogue is somewhere in the region of exasperated, grouchy, and with a touch of reluctantly-charmed because Jared's a talker, even to a wolf; that we also get to meet human-Gen, who is smart and wary; that Jared is not as hapless as his initial encounter with her would suggest.
[Short excerpt]
He’s lost. He’s some dumbass would-be outdoorsman, seriously dumbass if he’s out in this weather, and he’s stumbling around because he hasn’t got the first clue how to get home. Fantastic.
Because if he breaks his stupid ankle or something, who’s going to have to drag him out? That would be Gen.