Fic: An American Werewolf in Denver [5/11] (Mag7:ATF/An American Werewolf in London/Paris, 14A)
Title: An American Werewolf in Denver [5/11]
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!
We have doomed the Wolf not for what it is, but for what we have deliberately and mistakenly perceived it to be..the mythologized epitome of a savage, ruthless killer..which is, in reality no more than a reflexed images of ourself. -Farley Mowat
JD sighed for what felt like the millionth time as he viciously scrubbed a dirty plane clean. His arm was now free of the sling, but he was told not to put too much stress on it.
Setting the plate aside to dry, he stared out of the window that over looked the little patch of grass in between buildings.
His thoughts then turned to Casey and that night. The night his life completely changed. JD thought Casey would finish veterinary school and during that time they’d move in together. They’d buy a house, have kids and grow old together.
They’d die together on the same day.
Shaking his head to clear himself from those kinds of thoughts, the kind of dreams he’d never have with Casey ever again, he turned back to the dishes.
“I’m sorry we can’t share those things anymore, JD.”
JD didn’t turn around. “Go away.”
“I can’t, JD,” Casey whispered back. “Not until you kill the werewolf that killed me.”
“You are not real and there is no such thing as werewolves.”
“Yes, there is,” Casey insisted. “How else can you explain me? Only werewolves can see their kills and the kills that other werewolves did.”
“A result of post traumatic stress and watching you being killed in front of me,” JD replied back as he dried his hands
Then JD felt something cold past through his shoulder. “You, you, you stubborn headed idiot! For someone so incredibly smart, you sometimes can be a dumb ass!”
“Casey?” JD whispered as he turned around, only to smack his face into Buck’s chest.
“All right there, kiddo?” Buck asked, concerned for his friend.
JD rubbed his nose. “Yeah, sorry...thought I heard something.”
Buck frowned slightly. “Like what?”
“Don’t worry about it, Buck.”
Opening his mouth to reply, Buck then closed his mouth, thinking better of it. JD was pretty much up and down with his moods lately and he had very good reason to be, so Buck dropped the subject for now.
“How about we dry these dishes and put them away?”
You could see the relief on JD’s face as the subject was dropped and the two quickly got to work.
The cutlery was just being put away when Buck’s cell phone rang. Grumbling under his breath, Buck saw it was Chris and shot a worried glance to JD before opening his phone to talk.
“Wilmington, here.”
“Buck, I know you’re taking care of JD there, but we got a break in the case and you need to come in.”
“C’mon Chris,” Buck argued. “You’ve all been doing fine without me there the past couple of weeks.”
“We need everyone in on this, I’d ask JD to come in to, but he’s not cleared for duty yet. I really am sorry, Buck.”
Click. And then silence on the other end.
Glaring at the phone as he snapped it shut and swore under his breath.
“Need to go in, huh, Buck?” JD asked as he approached Buck.
“I’m sorry kiddo,” Buck apologized. “Apparently there’s a break in the current case and Chris is calling me in.”
“But not me,” JD mentioned gloomily.
Shit! Buck thought. “He would’ve called you in too, but you’re not cleared for duty yet, JD. You witnessed something horrible and you’re still injured.” He pointed at JD’s shoulder.
“You mean you think I can’t handle it and you want to keep the kid out of the way,” JD angrily stated.
“That’s not what I said, JD!” Buck retorted back. “And it wasn’t what I meant.”
“Whatever, Buck,” JD sighed and turned back to the dishes. Angrily tossing them into the drawers and cabinets.
Running a hand over his face, Buck grumbled under his breath, grabbed his wallet, keys and stuffed his cell into his cell holder on his belt buckle. He walked out of the condo.
JD swore as a piece of silverware flipped out of the cutlery drawer from his angry tossing. Bending over to grab it, JD hissed in pain as it burnt the palm of his hand. Running over to the sink and turning on the water, he placed his reddening hand under the cool liquid.
“What the hell?” JD whispered aloud. Glancing back down at the offending piece of cutlery, he grabbed a nearby towel and picked the item up.
Turning it over, he slowly pressed a finger against the flat edge of utensil.
“AH!” JD yelled out in pain as the silver burned his finger.
Bringing his finger up to his mouth to nurse, he dropped the silverware back into the cutlery drawer and returned the towel back in its original spot.
“What is going on?” JD wondered. And then he remembered the conversations with ‘Casey’ and how he was ‘turning’ into a werewolf.
A feeling of dread filled JD’s being.
Was it true? Was he really turning into a werewolf? It would explain his new found allergy to silver. JD pondered.
Taking in deep gulping breaths of air, he grabbed his wallet, keys and cell phone. Locking the door behind him, JD left the condo.
It was literally a pain in his shoulder to drive his bike, but JD just breathed through the pain and soon, he found himself in front of the cemetery where Casey was buried.
He had gotten the details from Buck during one of his visits. They had held the funeral while he was in his coma and this was the first bit of spare time that JD had, without one of the others hovering over him to come visit.
Parking his bike in the parking lot, his boots make crunching noises on the gravel path as he headed towards the back near a big oak tree.
As he approached the grave site, he could make out the gravestone and the writing chiselled on it.
‘Casey Anne Wells
B. June 03, 1987 - D. September 23, 2010
Was loved and loved’
Sitting crossed legged in front of the grave, JD ignored the dampness soaking his jeans.
“Hey Casey,” JD began. “Sorry I haven’t been by yet to see you. Coma and all.” There was a long pull of silence as the leaves from the tree danced in the wind. “I keep seeing you all over the place and sometimes you talk to me. You tell me crazy things, things like I’m now a werewolf and - I’m not sure what to believe,” JD sighed. “I feel like I’m going crazy, seeing you, burning my hand on a piece of silver wear and my sense of smell and hearing...it’s really batshit crazy, Case and I don’t know what to do.”
A whimper escaped from JD’s lips. “I really miss you and love you, Casey.” Tears trailed down his cheeks and he furiously wiped them away with the sleeve of his jacket. “Now would be a good time to show up if you’re really there.”
When no one showed, JD sniffed loudly, the slight crying making his nose all runny. Standing up, he turned around and stopped.
“Hi.”
“Hello.”
It was the nurse from the hospital, except she wasn’t dressed in uniform. Her curly hair was still up, but her scrubs had been exchanged for jeans, flannel and a pair of sturdy boots.
“Visiting someone?” The woman inquired.
“My fiancée, she died in the attack which put me in my coma,” JD explained. He didn’t know why, but he felt drawn to this woman. Something about her pulled at JD.
“That’s her, JD!” Casey yelled in his ear. “That’s the werewolf that killed me and infected you! KILL HER!! Set us free!”
JD flinched at the loud sound.
The woman looked at JD in concern. “Everything all right?” She then placed her hand on his forehead to feel for a fever.
To JD, the touch felt like heaven and he leaned into it as his eyes fluttered close.
“What are you doing, JD?” Casey hissed at him. “Get rid of her!”
“Shut up, Casey,” JD mumbled and then frowned when the hand left his forehead and his eyes opened.
“Well, you don’t feel like you have a fever,” the woman said.
“Well, that’s good I suppose,” JD mumbled. “Not to sound rude, but what are you doing out here, ma’am?”
“Oh, don’t ma’am me,” the woman laughed. “I’m not that old.”
JD felt some heat creep up on his cheeks. “Sorry.”
“Call me, Maddie,” Maddie said, holding out her hand. “Maddie Stokes.”
Shaking the hand, JD replied back. “JD Dunne.”
“Well, JD as to what I’m doing out here, I’m visiting an old friend,” Maddie answered as she gestured to a nearby headstone.
He couldn’t make out the name on the headstone, but he offered his condolences the same. “I’m sorry for your loss.”
“Yours as well,” Maddie replied back, gesturing to Casey’s grave behind him.
“What are you doing, chatting her up; you should be killing her, JD!” Casey protested and tried to hit JD in the shoulder. But all that happened was her hand going through his shoulder and causing him to shiver as he did his best to ignore this figment of his imagination.
“Are you sure you’re feeling alright there?” Maddie asked in concern.
At this question, JD faltered. “I’m, I’m not sure anymore. I just feel completely lost and I don’t know what to do anymore.” He shivered slightly as Casey continued trying to hit him in the shoulder. “And I don’t know why I’m telling you all of this, you’re a completely stranger to me and here I am, opening up.”
“Maybe it’s because I’m a stranger you can open up,” Maddie offered.
“Maybe.”
“It’s all right to talk about it, JD, whatever happened to you, you’ll get past it,” Maddie said.
“Didn’t my chart say what kind of ‘traumatic experience’ I went through?” JD bitterly stated.
“No, just what kind of injuries you came in with,” Maddie offered. “But there were rumours you were attacked by some kind of wolf creature.”
“Yeah and it was her,” Casey spat out. “Do something, JD! Just don’t stand there like a useless lump on a log!”
“WILL YOU JUST FUCKING SHUT UP, CASEY!” JD yelled at her, eyes flashing amber.
Maddie’s face looked triumphant at that proclamation.
JD’s eyes kept their amber glow as he moaned and then placed his hands into his head. “What’s happening to me?”
“Something wonderful, JD,” Maddie stated. Removing a bandana from her pocket, she placed it over her mouth and pulled out a long plant chain from her jean pocket. She quickly tossed it over JD’s head.
Startled at the action, JD couldn’t help but inhale the smell coming off of the plant. Stumbling slightly, he dropped to the ground listless, eyes unseeing, but still glowing slightly with their unusual amber colour.
Two people suddenly appeared next to Maddie’s side.
The weasel looking one spoke. “This the one, Maddie?”
“Yes,” Maddie growled at the man, securing her bandana over her mouth. “Remember not to inhale the wolf bane fumes; it’ll knock you out like poor widdle JD there.”
“We know, Mad Miss Maddie,” The taller one spoke.
“Shut it, Garber,” Kate snarled at the man, her own eyes flashing amber. “And help Kirkland there.”
Grumbling under their breath, the two secured their bandana’s around their faces, picked JD up and carried him to a pick-up truck where they dumped him into the back. Maddie climbed in after him and brought his head so it was resting on her lap.
“Soon, you’ll be completely mine, JD,” Maddie whispered and started to pet JD’s hair.
Kirkland started the truck and the trio with their package quickly sped away from the cemetery.
END PART 5.
Part 4 // Part 6
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!
We have doomed the Wolf not for what it is, but for what we have deliberately and mistakenly perceived it to be..the mythologized epitome of a savage, ruthless killer..which is, in reality no more than a reflexed images of ourself. -Farley Mowat
JD sighed for what felt like the millionth time as he viciously scrubbed a dirty plane clean. His arm was now free of the sling, but he was told not to put too much stress on it.
Setting the plate aside to dry, he stared out of the window that over looked the little patch of grass in between buildings.
His thoughts then turned to Casey and that night. The night his life completely changed. JD thought Casey would finish veterinary school and during that time they’d move in together. They’d buy a house, have kids and grow old together.
They’d die together on the same day.
Shaking his head to clear himself from those kinds of thoughts, the kind of dreams he’d never have with Casey ever again, he turned back to the dishes.
“I’m sorry we can’t share those things anymore, JD.”
JD didn’t turn around. “Go away.”
“I can’t, JD,” Casey whispered back. “Not until you kill the werewolf that killed me.”
“You are not real and there is no such thing as werewolves.”
“Yes, there is,” Casey insisted. “How else can you explain me? Only werewolves can see their kills and the kills that other werewolves did.”
“A result of post traumatic stress and watching you being killed in front of me,” JD replied back as he dried his hands
Then JD felt something cold past through his shoulder. “You, you, you stubborn headed idiot! For someone so incredibly smart, you sometimes can be a dumb ass!”
“Casey?” JD whispered as he turned around, only to smack his face into Buck’s chest.
“All right there, kiddo?” Buck asked, concerned for his friend.
JD rubbed his nose. “Yeah, sorry...thought I heard something.”
Buck frowned slightly. “Like what?”
“Don’t worry about it, Buck.”
Opening his mouth to reply, Buck then closed his mouth, thinking better of it. JD was pretty much up and down with his moods lately and he had very good reason to be, so Buck dropped the subject for now.
“How about we dry these dishes and put them away?”
You could see the relief on JD’s face as the subject was dropped and the two quickly got to work.
The cutlery was just being put away when Buck’s cell phone rang. Grumbling under his breath, Buck saw it was Chris and shot a worried glance to JD before opening his phone to talk.
“Wilmington, here.”
“Buck, I know you’re taking care of JD there, but we got a break in the case and you need to come in.”
“C’mon Chris,” Buck argued. “You’ve all been doing fine without me there the past couple of weeks.”
“We need everyone in on this, I’d ask JD to come in to, but he’s not cleared for duty yet. I really am sorry, Buck.”
Click. And then silence on the other end.
Glaring at the phone as he snapped it shut and swore under his breath.
“Need to go in, huh, Buck?” JD asked as he approached Buck.
“I’m sorry kiddo,” Buck apologized. “Apparently there’s a break in the current case and Chris is calling me in.”
“But not me,” JD mentioned gloomily.
Shit! Buck thought. “He would’ve called you in too, but you’re not cleared for duty yet, JD. You witnessed something horrible and you’re still injured.” He pointed at JD’s shoulder.
“You mean you think I can’t handle it and you want to keep the kid out of the way,” JD angrily stated.
“That’s not what I said, JD!” Buck retorted back. “And it wasn’t what I meant.”
“Whatever, Buck,” JD sighed and turned back to the dishes. Angrily tossing them into the drawers and cabinets.
Running a hand over his face, Buck grumbled under his breath, grabbed his wallet, keys and stuffed his cell into his cell holder on his belt buckle. He walked out of the condo.
JD swore as a piece of silverware flipped out of the cutlery drawer from his angry tossing. Bending over to grab it, JD hissed in pain as it burnt the palm of his hand. Running over to the sink and turning on the water, he placed his reddening hand under the cool liquid.
“What the hell?” JD whispered aloud. Glancing back down at the offending piece of cutlery, he grabbed a nearby towel and picked the item up.
Turning it over, he slowly pressed a finger against the flat edge of utensil.
“AH!” JD yelled out in pain as the silver burned his finger.
Bringing his finger up to his mouth to nurse, he dropped the silverware back into the cutlery drawer and returned the towel back in its original spot.
“What is going on?” JD wondered. And then he remembered the conversations with ‘Casey’ and how he was ‘turning’ into a werewolf.
A feeling of dread filled JD’s being.
Was it true? Was he really turning into a werewolf? It would explain his new found allergy to silver. JD pondered.
Taking in deep gulping breaths of air, he grabbed his wallet, keys and cell phone. Locking the door behind him, JD left the condo.
It was literally a pain in his shoulder to drive his bike, but JD just breathed through the pain and soon, he found himself in front of the cemetery where Casey was buried.
He had gotten the details from Buck during one of his visits. They had held the funeral while he was in his coma and this was the first bit of spare time that JD had, without one of the others hovering over him to come visit.
Parking his bike in the parking lot, his boots make crunching noises on the gravel path as he headed towards the back near a big oak tree.
As he approached the grave site, he could make out the gravestone and the writing chiselled on it.
‘Casey Anne Wells
B. June 03, 1987 - D. September 23, 2010
Was loved and loved’
Sitting crossed legged in front of the grave, JD ignored the dampness soaking his jeans.
“Hey Casey,” JD began. “Sorry I haven’t been by yet to see you. Coma and all.” There was a long pull of silence as the leaves from the tree danced in the wind. “I keep seeing you all over the place and sometimes you talk to me. You tell me crazy things, things like I’m now a werewolf and - I’m not sure what to believe,” JD sighed. “I feel like I’m going crazy, seeing you, burning my hand on a piece of silver wear and my sense of smell and hearing...it’s really batshit crazy, Case and I don’t know what to do.”
A whimper escaped from JD’s lips. “I really miss you and love you, Casey.” Tears trailed down his cheeks and he furiously wiped them away with the sleeve of his jacket. “Now would be a good time to show up if you’re really there.”
When no one showed, JD sniffed loudly, the slight crying making his nose all runny. Standing up, he turned around and stopped.
“Hi.”
“Hello.”
It was the nurse from the hospital, except she wasn’t dressed in uniform. Her curly hair was still up, but her scrubs had been exchanged for jeans, flannel and a pair of sturdy boots.
“Visiting someone?” The woman inquired.
“My fiancée, she died in the attack which put me in my coma,” JD explained. He didn’t know why, but he felt drawn to this woman. Something about her pulled at JD.
“That’s her, JD!” Casey yelled in his ear. “That’s the werewolf that killed me and infected you! KILL HER!! Set us free!”
JD flinched at the loud sound.
The woman looked at JD in concern. “Everything all right?” She then placed her hand on his forehead to feel for a fever.
To JD, the touch felt like heaven and he leaned into it as his eyes fluttered close.
“What are you doing, JD?” Casey hissed at him. “Get rid of her!”
“Shut up, Casey,” JD mumbled and then frowned when the hand left his forehead and his eyes opened.
“Well, you don’t feel like you have a fever,” the woman said.
“Well, that’s good I suppose,” JD mumbled. “Not to sound rude, but what are you doing out here, ma’am?”
“Oh, don’t ma’am me,” the woman laughed. “I’m not that old.”
JD felt some heat creep up on his cheeks. “Sorry.”
“Call me, Maddie,” Maddie said, holding out her hand. “Maddie Stokes.”
Shaking the hand, JD replied back. “JD Dunne.”
“Well, JD as to what I’m doing out here, I’m visiting an old friend,” Maddie answered as she gestured to a nearby headstone.
He couldn’t make out the name on the headstone, but he offered his condolences the same. “I’m sorry for your loss.”
“Yours as well,” Maddie replied back, gesturing to Casey’s grave behind him.
“What are you doing, chatting her up; you should be killing her, JD!” Casey protested and tried to hit JD in the shoulder. But all that happened was her hand going through his shoulder and causing him to shiver as he did his best to ignore this figment of his imagination.
“Are you sure you’re feeling alright there?” Maddie asked in concern.
At this question, JD faltered. “I’m, I’m not sure anymore. I just feel completely lost and I don’t know what to do anymore.” He shivered slightly as Casey continued trying to hit him in the shoulder. “And I don’t know why I’m telling you all of this, you’re a completely stranger to me and here I am, opening up.”
“Maybe it’s because I’m a stranger you can open up,” Maddie offered.
“Maybe.”
“It’s all right to talk about it, JD, whatever happened to you, you’ll get past it,” Maddie said.
“Didn’t my chart say what kind of ‘traumatic experience’ I went through?” JD bitterly stated.
“No, just what kind of injuries you came in with,” Maddie offered. “But there were rumours you were attacked by some kind of wolf creature.”
“Yeah and it was her,” Casey spat out. “Do something, JD! Just don’t stand there like a useless lump on a log!”
“WILL YOU JUST FUCKING SHUT UP, CASEY!” JD yelled at her, eyes flashing amber.
Maddie’s face looked triumphant at that proclamation.
JD’s eyes kept their amber glow as he moaned and then placed his hands into his head. “What’s happening to me?”
“Something wonderful, JD,” Maddie stated. Removing a bandana from her pocket, she placed it over her mouth and pulled out a long plant chain from her jean pocket. She quickly tossed it over JD’s head.
Startled at the action, JD couldn’t help but inhale the smell coming off of the plant. Stumbling slightly, he dropped to the ground listless, eyes unseeing, but still glowing slightly with their unusual amber colour.
Two people suddenly appeared next to Maddie’s side.
The weasel looking one spoke. “This the one, Maddie?”
“Yes,” Maddie growled at the man, securing her bandana over her mouth. “Remember not to inhale the wolf bane fumes; it’ll knock you out like poor widdle JD there.”
“We know, Mad Miss Maddie,” The taller one spoke.
“Shut it, Garber,” Kate snarled at the man, her own eyes flashing amber. “And help Kirkland there.”
Grumbling under their breath, the two secured their bandana’s around their faces, picked JD up and carried him to a pick-up truck where they dumped him into the back. Maddie climbed in after him and brought his head so it was resting on her lap.
“Soon, you’ll be completely mine, JD,” Maddie whispered and started to pet JD’s hair.
Kirkland started the truck and the trio with their package quickly sped away from the cemetery.
END PART 5.
Part 4 // Part 6