Howl at the Moon 16/?
Title: Howl at the Moon 16/?
Series: TDS, Countdown w/ KO.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, Violence
Disclaimer: I do not own Jon Stewart, Stephen Colbert, Keith Olbermann, Rachel Maddow, or any known political figures who appear in this story.
Summary: AU. Sequel to Rage at the Moon
Life seems to be going well for the werewolf pack of seven. Then comes the call from the leader of the French werewolves. What does he want, and what will he do to get it from our werewolves?
Author's Note: Please comment. Feedback is good.
Also, shout-out to my lovely beta tigris18
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Chapter 16
When Lawrence slept, he dreamed. But, this dream was different from the others. Instead of gnashing teeth and ripping claws, there was something else. That strange red filter was still there, possibly representing his ever-present anger. This dream featured that man who had come in awhile ago and said that Lawrence knew him. Richard.
Lawrence entered his home after a night jog. He kicked off his shoes and smiled when he saw Richard reading on the sofa. “Where’s Alison?”
“Out with Rachel,” Richard answered without looking up from the book.
“And… how long did she say they would be out? Lawrence saw the little grin that Richard was trying to hide.
Richard slowly closed the book, bending the corner of a page to mark his place, and set it on the table. Then he took off his glasses, folded them, and set them on top of the book.
“They’ll be out for a few hours. Which means that we…” Richard’s voice trailed off. He suddenly seized Lawrence’s shirt and yanked him down.
Lawrence laughed into Richard’s mouth as he adjusted his position to be able to kiss better.
It was at this point when all the red mist quickly faded away.
Richard pulled away slightly to take a breath. His hair was already in total disarray. He wrapped his arms around Lawrence’s neck and hooked his ankles behind Lawrence’s back.
Lawrence moved his hands down to Richard’s thighs and picked him up off the couch. His intent was to get them into Richard’s bedroom, but the other man had other plans.
By continuously shifting his body weight, Richard kept Lawrence off-balance until he backed into a wall.
“What are you-“ Lawrence was cut off by Richard claiming his mouth in another passionate kiss.
Richard kept one arm around his love’s neck, while his other hand moved down to the waistband of Lawrence’s sweatpants and started to push them down. He got them down past his thighs and was satisfied when they slid down the rest of the way to the floor. He started on pushing the boxer underwear down.
“You’re feisty tonight,” Lawrence said as he stepped out of his pants, keeping his back against the wall for balance.
“I’ve been assured to have you alone for a few hours. I’m planning to take advantage of that.”
“I’m not going to disagree with-“ Lawrence’s statement turned into a moan when Richard began to kiss his neck…
Lawrence propped his head up with his hand and looked into Richard’s face. He reached out to stroke his cheek and was rewarded with a goodnight kiss.
Lawrence woke up confused. That red mist in his mind came back up, but not as heavily as before.
Why would he have a dream about that man Richard? Especially a dream like that? He didn’t know him. He didn’t want to know him. That bastard was lucky he didn’t kill him before. But…
But, all he knew was this ever-present anger. The only things he remembered began when he woke up to Aldric’s concerned face days ago. There had to be more to him than this deep red anger.
There had to be an explanation for it. There had to be a reason for what he felt every minute of every day. He didn’t understand why. Why he felt all this rage inside, why he would dream of Richard, why…
Aldric was trying to help him. Aldric might know what the problem was, why he was so confused.
Lawrence sighed. He wanted things to go back to the way they were. But, the more he thought about what that meant, the more confused he became. He didn’t know how things were before he awakened to Aldric caring for him.
Now that the red haze in his mind had faded some, and that only seemed to happen because of his dream about Richard, he didn’t really want to be as angry all the time.
Lawrence got up from his mattress and paced. He desperately tried to remember anything before he woke up days ago. He couldn’t get a shred of anything. Maybe the crimson fog was preventing his memories.
Dreaming of Richard had seemed to help partly dissipate it, so maybe thinking of him would do it again.
Lawrence sat on the edge of the mattress and closed his eyes. He started with the dream, in hopes that it would awaken any memories he might have of Richard.
He didn’t get anything else. Still, this was a start. Why would he dream of Richard in that way unless he already knew him? And, who were Alison and Rachel?
This wasn’t really helping to ease his confusion. He wanted- he needed definite answers, and it didn’t seem like he was going to get them on his own. Aldric could help, or maybe Richard could.
Lawrence got up to open the door. Locked, of course. Aldric had told him he would be locked in this room until he was better. He wasn’t locked in here all the time. That would be cruel. He was let out for some exercise and… when Aldric told him to attack that woman.
He’d done it. He had hurt her, without a hesitation, without asking why. Without a sliver of doubt that maybe he shouldn’t do it, he had done it. Aldric had to have a good reason for making him attack her, right? Aldric had been nothing but gentle and kind with him.
Lawrence went back to the mattress and rubbed at the base of his neck, where the ridge of thick fur began. He came to the decision that, if Aldric couldn’t help him, then he would go see Richard.
Lawrence ended up waiting nearly another hour before Aldric came to check on him.
“How are you doing, Lawrence?” Aldric’s gentle accented voice asked.
Lawrence took a deep breath. “I’m… I’m confused.”
Aldric sat on the mattress next to him. Apparently he wasn’t afraid of Lawrence’s anger. “Confused? About what?”
“Richard. I… I think I know him.”
“What makes you think that?”
“I had a weird dream about him.”
“Do you want to tell me what happened in this dream?”
Lawrence shrugged. “Not really. It was nice, though.”
“I see.”
“And… I don’t feel as angry anymore. I think it’s because of Richard and the dream.”
“You’re confused because you don’t know why you’d dream of Richard?”
“Yes. I’d have to know him, right?”
“Not necessarily.” Aldric got up and went to the door. “I’ll be right back.”
Aldric didn’t keep Lawrence waiting for very long. He came back with a cup half-filled with some kind of liquid. “Drink this. It’ll help you feel better.”
Lawrence took the cup and looked into it. He looked back up to Aldric, strangely unsure of what to do.
“Don’t worry. It tastes bad, but it will clear your head a bit, and maybe take care of some of your confusion.” At Lawrence’s hesitation, Aldric put a hand on his shoulder and said, “It’s okay. You know you can trust me, right?”
“Alright.” Lawrence nearly spat out the sip of the foul-tasting drink. He kept it down and managed to drink the rest of it.
Almost immediately, he was hit with a wave of intense pain. The cup dropped to the floor.
“Wh-what is that? It hurts!”
Aldric wrapped his arms around Lawrence’s trembling body. “It’s going to hurt a bit, But, I promise, you’ll feel better afterwards.”
Lawrence muffled his cries of agony in Aldric’s shirt. He couldn’t stop it. The pain shot up and down his spine.
His eyes opened and focused on a spot on the wall. A translucent figure of Richard appeared. Lawrence heard him scream his name. That voice, full of concern, desperation, and… love.
The worst part of it all was that he could feel the deep red invading his mind, starting at the edges of his vision. And then… he slipped into red-tinged darkness.
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Richard allowed himself a little smile. Jon asked, “What’s going on?”
“I think I felt Lawrence fighting the effects of that plant.”
“Is he succeeding?”
Richard’s smile disappeared. “No. He couldn’t do it.”
“But, he tried.”
“Yes, he tried, and I can take some comfort in that.”
“Do you think he could come back to us?”
Richard kissed Jon’s temple. “I hope so, Jon. I really do. I want my Lawrence back. I want our Lawrence back.”
Series: TDS, Countdown w/ KO.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, Violence
Disclaimer: I do not own Jon Stewart, Stephen Colbert, Keith Olbermann, Rachel Maddow, or any known political figures who appear in this story.
Summary: AU. Sequel to Rage at the Moon
Life seems to be going well for the werewolf pack of seven. Then comes the call from the leader of the French werewolves. What does he want, and what will he do to get it from our werewolves?
Author's Note: Please comment. Feedback is good.
Also, shout-out to my lovely beta tigris18
One / Two / Three / Four / Five / Six / Seven / Eight / Nine / Ten / Eleven / Twelve / Thirteen / Fourteen / Fifteen
Chapter 16
When Lawrence slept, he dreamed. But, this dream was different from the others. Instead of gnashing teeth and ripping claws, there was something else. That strange red filter was still there, possibly representing his ever-present anger. This dream featured that man who had come in awhile ago and said that Lawrence knew him. Richard.
Lawrence entered his home after a night jog. He kicked off his shoes and smiled when he saw Richard reading on the sofa. “Where’s Alison?”
“Out with Rachel,” Richard answered without looking up from the book.
“And… how long did she say they would be out? Lawrence saw the little grin that Richard was trying to hide.
Richard slowly closed the book, bending the corner of a page to mark his place, and set it on the table. Then he took off his glasses, folded them, and set them on top of the book.
“They’ll be out for a few hours. Which means that we…” Richard’s voice trailed off. He suddenly seized Lawrence’s shirt and yanked him down.
Lawrence laughed into Richard’s mouth as he adjusted his position to be able to kiss better.
It was at this point when all the red mist quickly faded away.
Richard pulled away slightly to take a breath. His hair was already in total disarray. He wrapped his arms around Lawrence’s neck and hooked his ankles behind Lawrence’s back.
Lawrence moved his hands down to Richard’s thighs and picked him up off the couch. His intent was to get them into Richard’s bedroom, but the other man had other plans.
By continuously shifting his body weight, Richard kept Lawrence off-balance until he backed into a wall.
“What are you-“ Lawrence was cut off by Richard claiming his mouth in another passionate kiss.
Richard kept one arm around his love’s neck, while his other hand moved down to the waistband of Lawrence’s sweatpants and started to push them down. He got them down past his thighs and was satisfied when they slid down the rest of the way to the floor. He started on pushing the boxer underwear down.
“You’re feisty tonight,” Lawrence said as he stepped out of his pants, keeping his back against the wall for balance.
“I’ve been assured to have you alone for a few hours. I’m planning to take advantage of that.”
“I’m not going to disagree with-“ Lawrence’s statement turned into a moan when Richard began to kiss his neck…
Lawrence propped his head up with his hand and looked into Richard’s face. He reached out to stroke his cheek and was rewarded with a goodnight kiss.
Lawrence woke up confused. That red mist in his mind came back up, but not as heavily as before.
Why would he have a dream about that man Richard? Especially a dream like that? He didn’t know him. He didn’t want to know him. That bastard was lucky he didn’t kill him before. But…
But, all he knew was this ever-present anger. The only things he remembered began when he woke up to Aldric’s concerned face days ago. There had to be more to him than this deep red anger.
There had to be an explanation for it. There had to be a reason for what he felt every minute of every day. He didn’t understand why. Why he felt all this rage inside, why he would dream of Richard, why…
Aldric was trying to help him. Aldric might know what the problem was, why he was so confused.
Lawrence sighed. He wanted things to go back to the way they were. But, the more he thought about what that meant, the more confused he became. He didn’t know how things were before he awakened to Aldric caring for him.
Now that the red haze in his mind had faded some, and that only seemed to happen because of his dream about Richard, he didn’t really want to be as angry all the time.
Lawrence got up from his mattress and paced. He desperately tried to remember anything before he woke up days ago. He couldn’t get a shred of anything. Maybe the crimson fog was preventing his memories.
Dreaming of Richard had seemed to help partly dissipate it, so maybe thinking of him would do it again.
Lawrence sat on the edge of the mattress and closed his eyes. He started with the dream, in hopes that it would awaken any memories he might have of Richard.
He didn’t get anything else. Still, this was a start. Why would he dream of Richard in that way unless he already knew him? And, who were Alison and Rachel?
This wasn’t really helping to ease his confusion. He wanted- he needed definite answers, and it didn’t seem like he was going to get them on his own. Aldric could help, or maybe Richard could.
Lawrence got up to open the door. Locked, of course. Aldric had told him he would be locked in this room until he was better. He wasn’t locked in here all the time. That would be cruel. He was let out for some exercise and… when Aldric told him to attack that woman.
He’d done it. He had hurt her, without a hesitation, without asking why. Without a sliver of doubt that maybe he shouldn’t do it, he had done it. Aldric had to have a good reason for making him attack her, right? Aldric had been nothing but gentle and kind with him.
Lawrence went back to the mattress and rubbed at the base of his neck, where the ridge of thick fur began. He came to the decision that, if Aldric couldn’t help him, then he would go see Richard.
Lawrence ended up waiting nearly another hour before Aldric came to check on him.
“How are you doing, Lawrence?” Aldric’s gentle accented voice asked.
Lawrence took a deep breath. “I’m… I’m confused.”
Aldric sat on the mattress next to him. Apparently he wasn’t afraid of Lawrence’s anger. “Confused? About what?”
“Richard. I… I think I know him.”
“What makes you think that?”
“I had a weird dream about him.”
“Do you want to tell me what happened in this dream?”
Lawrence shrugged. “Not really. It was nice, though.”
“I see.”
“And… I don’t feel as angry anymore. I think it’s because of Richard and the dream.”
“You’re confused because you don’t know why you’d dream of Richard?”
“Yes. I’d have to know him, right?”
“Not necessarily.” Aldric got up and went to the door. “I’ll be right back.”
Aldric didn’t keep Lawrence waiting for very long. He came back with a cup half-filled with some kind of liquid. “Drink this. It’ll help you feel better.”
Lawrence took the cup and looked into it. He looked back up to Aldric, strangely unsure of what to do.
“Don’t worry. It tastes bad, but it will clear your head a bit, and maybe take care of some of your confusion.” At Lawrence’s hesitation, Aldric put a hand on his shoulder and said, “It’s okay. You know you can trust me, right?”
“Alright.” Lawrence nearly spat out the sip of the foul-tasting drink. He kept it down and managed to drink the rest of it.
Almost immediately, he was hit with a wave of intense pain. The cup dropped to the floor.
“Wh-what is that? It hurts!”
Aldric wrapped his arms around Lawrence’s trembling body. “It’s going to hurt a bit, But, I promise, you’ll feel better afterwards.”
Lawrence muffled his cries of agony in Aldric’s shirt. He couldn’t stop it. The pain shot up and down his spine.
His eyes opened and focused on a spot on the wall. A translucent figure of Richard appeared. Lawrence heard him scream his name. That voice, full of concern, desperation, and… love.
The worst part of it all was that he could feel the deep red invading his mind, starting at the edges of his vision. And then… he slipped into red-tinged darkness.
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Richard allowed himself a little smile. Jon asked, “What’s going on?”
“I think I felt Lawrence fighting the effects of that plant.”
“Is he succeeding?”
Richard’s smile disappeared. “No. He couldn’t do it.”
“But, he tried.”
“Yes, he tried, and I can take some comfort in that.”
“Do you think he could come back to us?”
Richard kissed Jon’s temple. “I hope so, Jon. I really do. I want my Lawrence back. I want our Lawrence back.”