Fic: An American Werewolf in Denver [3/11] (Mag7:ATF/An American Werewolf in London/Paris, 14A)
Title: An American Werewolf in Denver [3/11]
Author: Sparrow
Fandom: Magnificent Seven: ATF and An American Werewolf in London/Paris
Characters: JD Dunne, Casey Wells, Maddie Stokes, Kate Stokes, Del Spivak, Garber, Kirkland, Chris Larabee, Nathan Jackson, Ezra Standish, Josiah Sanchez, Buck Wilmington, Vin Tanner and various OC characters
Rating: 14A
Disclaimer: I do not own Magnificent Seven: ATF and An American Werewolf in London/Paris. Any poems or songs used in this fanfic belong to their respective creators.
Warnings: Secondary Character death, mentions of off screen sex (het), minor wolf dominance/submission in human form, captives held in chains, a woman roughed around in an interrogation room, OC Character death, some slight graphic descriptions of gore
Summary: JD Dunne undergoes some changes when attacked by a strange creature on a full moon night. Confused about what’s happening to him, can he trust Team Seven to help him through it all? Or will outside influences turn him against his friends and brothers.
Author’s Note: I just wanna say a huge thanks to bookaddict43 for the last minute step in as my beta and also being my artist! Yay! Written for the first Magnificent Seven Big Bang (mag7bigbang), this was a challenge and a half to get this all written out and I just want to say thank you for the encouragement and support of my friends while I was getting this out - you know who you are. I hope all my warnings are appropriate and if you feel I’ve missed anything, feel free to point it out and I’ll be happy to add it to the list. :) Enjoy!
What do I do when my love is away.
(Does it worry you to be alone)
How do I feel by the end of the day
(Are you sad because you're on your own)
No, I get by with a little help from my friends
(With A Little Help From My Friends, The Beatles)
It had been two weeks since JD had been brought into the hospital and only three of those days he had been awake. The restraints had been removed when it was shown he was in no danger of harming himself or others.
JD complained about the noises and the smells mostly, but no one could hear or smell anything, so the doctors were chalking it up to post-traumatic stress from seeing his fiancé killed in front of him, there was also talk about CAT scans, but JD was ignoring those.
The news of Casey’s death was given to JD on his second day awake and it had sent him into a depression, especially when he was told he had missed the funeral due to his self-induced coma.
What really didn’t help JD was that he kept seeing Casey’s mutilated body everywhere he looked, but he kept that little piece of information to himself. No use in letting everyone think he was going crazy along with the depression.
Curled up on the hospital bed around his pillow, JD stared at the wall. His arm and leg had only suffered sprains and surprisingly the shoulder only had minimal damage, but heavy scarring that he’d carry for the rest of his life.
A nice reminder of his failure to protect Casey. JD thought as he absently rubbed the bandages covering the wound.
They’d be taken off later on in the day to see how the wounds were healing and hopefully he’d get to go home sometime tomorrow.
“JD.”
Stiffening at the familiar voice behind him, JD prayed he was suffering from some sort of breakdown, because he wouldn’t be able to handle seeing his dead, mutilated fiancé behind him.
“You don’t have to look at me, JD, I know I’m not exactly looking my best right now,” Casey softly said. “But you need to listen.”
“You’re not real,” JD insisted stubbornly.
“Oh, JD, I’m very real, just stuck at the moment.”
“Go away.”
“Not until you listen to what I have to say, JD,” Casey insisted back, equally stubborn.
“No.”
“JD!”
“Fine!”
“That creature that killed me and hurt you, it was a werewolf, JD and you’ve been infected.”
A half hysterical sob forced itself out of JD’s mouth. “Bullshit.”
“The supernatural is very real and we’ve become a part of it.”
“I don’t believe you,” JD whispered out. “Please, if you are real, leave me alone right now.”
“All right, JD, I’ll leave, but please remember this,” Casey said. “I loved you in life and I love you in death, but don’t keep mourning me like Chris mourns his wife and son. Get out of bed and start living again, because frankly, you stink.”
JD let a small chuckle escape from his lips as Casey’s words sunk in.
Trust Casey to offer comfort and give a metaphorical kick in the ass as well. JD thought as he slowly sat up and swung his legs over the side.
“Casey?” JD whispered, but no one replied. Proof that she had left him alone.
It was going to hurt and probably be very painful without Casey by his side, but JD was determined not to let his depression affect him any longer than he wanted to. Even if his subconscious masquerading as Casey was saying he was a werewolf to get him out of bed.
Because everyone knew, werewolves weren’t real.
~~~
Buck sighed what felt like for the fiftieth time in the past hour and looked at his small pile of paperwork. He had come in early to get some of the work that had piled up over the past couple of weeks completed.
The others had helped out in what they could, but a new case had been dropped in Team Seven’s lap. Something about gun runners that only appeared before the full moon and then all but disappeared for about a month before reappearing again. Buck hadn’t really paid attention to the office chatter on it. It didn’t concern him right now.
Draining the last of the coffee from his cup, Buck grimaced as he got up and headed back for the pot that Vin had made. He usually stayed away from that shit, but he needed it strong right now.
The others puttered around the office, filing out various paperwork and Buck let the office chatter flow over him when Chris yelled for him.
“BUCK! MY OFFICE! NOW!”
Grumbling under his breath as he fixed a cup of coffee, Buck headed to Chris’s office and closed the door behind him. Settling into the chair, Buck sighed and looked up at Chris’s face.
“Yeah, Chris?”
“What are you doing here, Buck?” Chris asked his oldest friend. “Shouldn’t you be at the hospital right now?”
“Kid tossed me out and told me to get some sleep, shower and shave.”
“Well, it looks like you showered and shaved, but did you sleep?”
Buck shrugged.
“Buck,” Chris warned.
“I caught a couple of hours, mother,” Buck muttered.
Sighing, Chris settled back against his desk. “What’s eating you, Buck?”
“Did you know the kid proposed to Casey?” Buck asked Chris. “And she said ‘yes’ before she died?”
That startled Chris as his eyes widened in surprise.
Chuckling, Buck took a sip of the coffee. “I guess not.”
“Shit,” Chris sighed.
“I just don’t know if I have it in me anymore.”
“Have what, Buck?” But Chris already suspected he knew what Buck was talking about.
“When I was at the hospital, after JD woke up, he reminded me of you when you lost Sarah and Adam,” Buck explained. “Except he doesn’t have a whiskey bottle nearby to lose himself in, he’s escaping by sleeping and drugs.” Draining the last of the coffee with a grimace, Buck tossed the Styrofoam cup into the nearby trash can. “Trying to keep you from the brink took a lot out of me, Chris and I don’t know if I have it in me to help JD out.”
Laying his hands on Buck’s shoulders, Chris let the man look up and at him. “Buck...what you did for me, words can never be enough. But now, with JD, you have the rest of us to help you out and make sure JD doesn’t fall into the depression I did.”
“Thanks pard,” Buck said, nodding his head.
“Any time.”
“Now, head for the sick room and get some sleep, Buck. We’ll all go and pick the kid up.”
“The boys would never believe it, but you mother hen worse than me.”
Chris chuckled and lightly punched Buck in the shoulder with a teasing grin. “Good thing they’ll never believe you then.”
Buck mocked glared at his friend. “Ass.”
“Now, go sleep.”
“Yes mother.”
~~~
Later on that day it was a group of six that went to go and pick up JD from the hospital. Buck started filling out the necessary paperwork to release the younger man at the Nurse’s station.
Chris had grabbed a nearby wheelchair as they entered JD’s room.
“JD, your chariot awaits with our illustrious leader as the driver,” Ezra said with a grin.
The JD that awaited them seemed in better spirits then when they had left him last. He looked like he had showered, but his face was still peppered with a light beard and he was wearing fresh clothes that Buck had left.
“You seem in better spirits, JD,” Josiah pointed out.
JD gave a small smile. “Yeah. I am, ‘siah.”
“What brought about this change?” Chris asked.
“Figured Casey wouldn’t want me moping like this and decided I’m not gonna wallow,” JD explained, deliberately not mentioning ‘Casey’ stopping by and giving him a kick in the ass.
Vin tilted his head as he looked at JD. “Metaphorical kick in the ass?”
“Something like that, Vin,” JD lightly chuckled.
“Let me just check your bandage and sling there and we’ll head out as soon as Buck’s done with the paperwork,” Nathan said as he started over to JD’s injured shoulder.
“Lay off, Nathan, I’m fine! And besides, the doctor already took a look.” But the words fell on deaf ears.
“Kid, your definition of fine is the same as ours,” Vin laughed.
Nathan managed to wrestle JD out of the sling and shirt. Gently pulling the tape away from the skin and lifting the bandage up, he could see the marks left by the creature. They were now red and ugly bruising turning green and yellow marred JD’s shoulder and his upper back.
“This is healing faster than I thought it would be,” Nathan commented, puzzled.
“That’s what the doctor said when he changed my bandages earlier, it’s probably why he’s letting me leave so early,” JD sighed as Nathan replaced the bandage back on.
He was helped back into his shirt and the sling and JD looked at his friends. “Are we ready to go?”
“Still waiting on Buck, kid,” Chris said. “He’s filling out your release papers and then we can leave.”
JD merely nodded, giving a tentative smile and stared off into space.
Letting a sigh escape from his lips, Chris glanced at the others and saw nothing but determination to help out their youngest member.
They were roused out of their thinking as Buck’s voice carried from the hallway.
“C’mon darlin’, I have power of attorney, I can sign those,” Buck pleaded.
“That maybe so, Mr. Wilmington, but I still have to go over a few things with Mr. Dunne,” A woman’s voice replied back.
Team Seven watched as a nurse entered the room, an annoyed look on her face, curly hair pulled back into a pony tail as Buck followed her in.
Ignoring the others, the nurse went over to JD and gently placed a hand on his shoulder. “Mr. Dunne?”
Unconsciously, JD’s nostrils’ flared as he took in the new scent and he turned his head to face the nurse.
“Hi there, I just need to go over a few things with you, to look out for when you leave the hospital.”
“Okay,” JD said quietly. She smelled nice and familiar somehow. No, he just lost Casey; he couldn’t be thinking those kinds of things!
JD let the words coming from the nurse wash over him. It was a procedure he was familiar with. ‘Take it easy’ ‘Remember to take your medicine’ ‘Make sure to change the bandages’ and his favourite ‘To make an appointment for physiotherapy’. He knew Nathan would pester him to get this all done, same with Buck. All JD wanted to do now was get out of here and away from this woman’s scent. He didn’t know why his sense of smell had increased, but right now, it didn’t do him a world of good as all he wanted to do was bury his face in the nurse’s neck and inhale her scent deeply.
Those thoughts made it feel like a betrayal to Casey.
Within no time at all, JD was loaded into the wheelchair and wheeled out of the hospital. Away from the women’s scent and back to the CDC with Buck.
END PART 3.
Part 2 // Part 4
Author: Sparrow
Fandom: Magnificent Seven: ATF and An American Werewolf in London/Paris
Characters: JD Dunne, Casey Wells, Maddie Stokes, Kate Stokes, Del Spivak, Garber, Kirkland, Chris Larabee, Nathan Jackson, Ezra Standish, Josiah Sanchez, Buck Wilmington, Vin Tanner and various OC characters
Rating: 14A
Disclaimer: I do not own Magnificent Seven: ATF and An American Werewolf in London/Paris. Any poems or songs used in this fanfic belong to their respective creators.
Warnings: Secondary Character death, mentions of off screen sex (het), minor wolf dominance/submission in human form, captives held in chains, a woman roughed around in an interrogation room, OC Character death, some slight graphic descriptions of gore
Summary: JD Dunne undergoes some changes when attacked by a strange creature on a full moon night. Confused about what’s happening to him, can he trust Team Seven to help him through it all? Or will outside influences turn him against his friends and brothers.
Author’s Note: I just wanna say a huge thanks to bookaddict43 for the last minute step in as my beta and also being my artist! Yay! Written for the first Magnificent Seven Big Bang (mag7bigbang), this was a challenge and a half to get this all written out and I just want to say thank you for the encouragement and support of my friends while I was getting this out - you know who you are. I hope all my warnings are appropriate and if you feel I’ve missed anything, feel free to point it out and I’ll be happy to add it to the list. :) Enjoy!
What do I do when my love is away.
(Does it worry you to be alone)
How do I feel by the end of the day
(Are you sad because you're on your own)
No, I get by with a little help from my friends
(With A Little Help From My Friends, The Beatles)
It had been two weeks since JD had been brought into the hospital and only three of those days he had been awake. The restraints had been removed when it was shown he was in no danger of harming himself or others.
JD complained about the noises and the smells mostly, but no one could hear or smell anything, so the doctors were chalking it up to post-traumatic stress from seeing his fiancé killed in front of him, there was also talk about CAT scans, but JD was ignoring those.
The news of Casey’s death was given to JD on his second day awake and it had sent him into a depression, especially when he was told he had missed the funeral due to his self-induced coma.
What really didn’t help JD was that he kept seeing Casey’s mutilated body everywhere he looked, but he kept that little piece of information to himself. No use in letting everyone think he was going crazy along with the depression.
Curled up on the hospital bed around his pillow, JD stared at the wall. His arm and leg had only suffered sprains and surprisingly the shoulder only had minimal damage, but heavy scarring that he’d carry for the rest of his life.
A nice reminder of his failure to protect Casey. JD thought as he absently rubbed the bandages covering the wound.
They’d be taken off later on in the day to see how the wounds were healing and hopefully he’d get to go home sometime tomorrow.
“JD.”
Stiffening at the familiar voice behind him, JD prayed he was suffering from some sort of breakdown, because he wouldn’t be able to handle seeing his dead, mutilated fiancé behind him.
“You don’t have to look at me, JD, I know I’m not exactly looking my best right now,” Casey softly said. “But you need to listen.”
“You’re not real,” JD insisted stubbornly.
“Oh, JD, I’m very real, just stuck at the moment.”
“Go away.”
“Not until you listen to what I have to say, JD,” Casey insisted back, equally stubborn.
“No.”
“JD!”
“Fine!”
“That creature that killed me and hurt you, it was a werewolf, JD and you’ve been infected.”
A half hysterical sob forced itself out of JD’s mouth. “Bullshit.”
“The supernatural is very real and we’ve become a part of it.”
“I don’t believe you,” JD whispered out. “Please, if you are real, leave me alone right now.”
“All right, JD, I’ll leave, but please remember this,” Casey said. “I loved you in life and I love you in death, but don’t keep mourning me like Chris mourns his wife and son. Get out of bed and start living again, because frankly, you stink.”
JD let a small chuckle escape from his lips as Casey’s words sunk in.
Trust Casey to offer comfort and give a metaphorical kick in the ass as well. JD thought as he slowly sat up and swung his legs over the side.
“Casey?” JD whispered, but no one replied. Proof that she had left him alone.
It was going to hurt and probably be very painful without Casey by his side, but JD was determined not to let his depression affect him any longer than he wanted to. Even if his subconscious masquerading as Casey was saying he was a werewolf to get him out of bed.
Because everyone knew, werewolves weren’t real.
~~~
Buck sighed what felt like for the fiftieth time in the past hour and looked at his small pile of paperwork. He had come in early to get some of the work that had piled up over the past couple of weeks completed.
The others had helped out in what they could, but a new case had been dropped in Team Seven’s lap. Something about gun runners that only appeared before the full moon and then all but disappeared for about a month before reappearing again. Buck hadn’t really paid attention to the office chatter on it. It didn’t concern him right now.
Draining the last of the coffee from his cup, Buck grimaced as he got up and headed back for the pot that Vin had made. He usually stayed away from that shit, but he needed it strong right now.
The others puttered around the office, filing out various paperwork and Buck let the office chatter flow over him when Chris yelled for him.
“BUCK! MY OFFICE! NOW!”
Grumbling under his breath as he fixed a cup of coffee, Buck headed to Chris’s office and closed the door behind him. Settling into the chair, Buck sighed and looked up at Chris’s face.
“Yeah, Chris?”
“What are you doing here, Buck?” Chris asked his oldest friend. “Shouldn’t you be at the hospital right now?”
“Kid tossed me out and told me to get some sleep, shower and shave.”
“Well, it looks like you showered and shaved, but did you sleep?”
Buck shrugged.
“Buck,” Chris warned.
“I caught a couple of hours, mother,” Buck muttered.
Sighing, Chris settled back against his desk. “What’s eating you, Buck?”
“Did you know the kid proposed to Casey?” Buck asked Chris. “And she said ‘yes’ before she died?”
That startled Chris as his eyes widened in surprise.
Chuckling, Buck took a sip of the coffee. “I guess not.”
“Shit,” Chris sighed.
“I just don’t know if I have it in me anymore.”
“Have what, Buck?” But Chris already suspected he knew what Buck was talking about.
“When I was at the hospital, after JD woke up, he reminded me of you when you lost Sarah and Adam,” Buck explained. “Except he doesn’t have a whiskey bottle nearby to lose himself in, he’s escaping by sleeping and drugs.” Draining the last of the coffee with a grimace, Buck tossed the Styrofoam cup into the nearby trash can. “Trying to keep you from the brink took a lot out of me, Chris and I don’t know if I have it in me to help JD out.”
Laying his hands on Buck’s shoulders, Chris let the man look up and at him. “Buck...what you did for me, words can never be enough. But now, with JD, you have the rest of us to help you out and make sure JD doesn’t fall into the depression I did.”
“Thanks pard,” Buck said, nodding his head.
“Any time.”
“Now, head for the sick room and get some sleep, Buck. We’ll all go and pick the kid up.”
“The boys would never believe it, but you mother hen worse than me.”
Chris chuckled and lightly punched Buck in the shoulder with a teasing grin. “Good thing they’ll never believe you then.”
Buck mocked glared at his friend. “Ass.”
“Now, go sleep.”
“Yes mother.”
~~~
Later on that day it was a group of six that went to go and pick up JD from the hospital. Buck started filling out the necessary paperwork to release the younger man at the Nurse’s station.
Chris had grabbed a nearby wheelchair as they entered JD’s room.
“JD, your chariot awaits with our illustrious leader as the driver,” Ezra said with a grin.
The JD that awaited them seemed in better spirits then when they had left him last. He looked like he had showered, but his face was still peppered with a light beard and he was wearing fresh clothes that Buck had left.
“You seem in better spirits, JD,” Josiah pointed out.
JD gave a small smile. “Yeah. I am, ‘siah.”
“What brought about this change?” Chris asked.
“Figured Casey wouldn’t want me moping like this and decided I’m not gonna wallow,” JD explained, deliberately not mentioning ‘Casey’ stopping by and giving him a kick in the ass.
Vin tilted his head as he looked at JD. “Metaphorical kick in the ass?”
“Something like that, Vin,” JD lightly chuckled.
“Let me just check your bandage and sling there and we’ll head out as soon as Buck’s done with the paperwork,” Nathan said as he started over to JD’s injured shoulder.
“Lay off, Nathan, I’m fine! And besides, the doctor already took a look.” But the words fell on deaf ears.
“Kid, your definition of fine is the same as ours,” Vin laughed.
Nathan managed to wrestle JD out of the sling and shirt. Gently pulling the tape away from the skin and lifting the bandage up, he could see the marks left by the creature. They were now red and ugly bruising turning green and yellow marred JD’s shoulder and his upper back.
“This is healing faster than I thought it would be,” Nathan commented, puzzled.
“That’s what the doctor said when he changed my bandages earlier, it’s probably why he’s letting me leave so early,” JD sighed as Nathan replaced the bandage back on.
He was helped back into his shirt and the sling and JD looked at his friends. “Are we ready to go?”
“Still waiting on Buck, kid,” Chris said. “He’s filling out your release papers and then we can leave.”
JD merely nodded, giving a tentative smile and stared off into space.
Letting a sigh escape from his lips, Chris glanced at the others and saw nothing but determination to help out their youngest member.
They were roused out of their thinking as Buck’s voice carried from the hallway.
“C’mon darlin’, I have power of attorney, I can sign those,” Buck pleaded.
“That maybe so, Mr. Wilmington, but I still have to go over a few things with Mr. Dunne,” A woman’s voice replied back.
Team Seven watched as a nurse entered the room, an annoyed look on her face, curly hair pulled back into a pony tail as Buck followed her in.
Ignoring the others, the nurse went over to JD and gently placed a hand on his shoulder. “Mr. Dunne?”
Unconsciously, JD’s nostrils’ flared as he took in the new scent and he turned his head to face the nurse.
“Hi there, I just need to go over a few things with you, to look out for when you leave the hospital.”
“Okay,” JD said quietly. She smelled nice and familiar somehow. No, he just lost Casey; he couldn’t be thinking those kinds of things!
JD let the words coming from the nurse wash over him. It was a procedure he was familiar with. ‘Take it easy’ ‘Remember to take your medicine’ ‘Make sure to change the bandages’ and his favourite ‘To make an appointment for physiotherapy’. He knew Nathan would pester him to get this all done, same with Buck. All JD wanted to do now was get out of here and away from this woman’s scent. He didn’t know why his sense of smell had increased, but right now, it didn’t do him a world of good as all he wanted to do was bury his face in the nurse’s neck and inhale her scent deeply.
Those thoughts made it feel like a betrayal to Casey.
Within no time at all, JD was loaded into the wheelchair and wheeled out of the hospital. Away from the women’s scent and back to the CDC with Buck.
END PART 3.
Part 2 // Part 4