Howl at the Moon 7/?
Title: Howl at the Moon 7/?
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
Chapter 7
Lawrence snorted his frustration into Richard’s shoulder again. It was now a few hours after Keith and Dan had left.
“Will you stop doing that? You’ll get snot all over my shirt,” Richard mildly protested.
“Oh, I’m sorry if this whole situation doesn’t get you riled up.”
“It does, but there’s not much we can do about it.”
“So, you’re just giving up?”
Richard rolled his eyes. “Not much we can do about it, at the moment,” he amended.
Lawrence snorted into Richard’s shirt once more. Richard sighed and laid his head on the top of Lawrence’s.
“Fuckin’ jackasses,” Jon finally said. These were his first words since Keith and Dan were forced to leave. “The pair of them. Do they really think they can make Keith and Dan kill someone for them?”
“We’re the leverage,” Richard stated quietly.
“We can’t let them use us like that,” replied Lawrence.
“Until we can figure out a way to get through the dozens of them…” Richard’s voice trailed off.
Jon groaned into his pillow. His slightly muffled voice said, “I understand them taking our phones, but did they really need to separate Rachel and Alison from us?”
“They don’t want us all making plans together,” Richard responded. “Quite smart, really. Whatever else these guys may be, they’re not dumb brutes.”
“They’re still bastards,” grumbled Lawrence.
Richard couldn’t help but let out a little laugh. “Yeah. That they are.”
<><><><><><><><>
Alison kissed the top of Rachel’s head.
“I don’t think we can make it out of here with the boys,” Rachel said quietly. “We’ll be lucky to do it ourselves.”
Alison grimly nodded. “But, at least we’ll be able to find Keith and Dan. Then I’m sure we can figure something out.”
“All we know is that they’re headed to Rome,” Rachel sighed. “We don’t know where specifically in Rome, or the route they’re taking to get there without being detected.”
“If the werewolf persecution is as bad as Aldric says it is, then they’ve really got their work cut out for them.”
“All the more reason to have more than only two of us go, right?”
Rachel shrugged. “Maybe. Or maybe it would be better for a smaller group to go. They probably wouldn’t attract as much attention.”
“Yeah, that’s true, too. Damn it, all this is just bullshit. You can’t just draft people into your service and order them to kill someone for you.”
“Not legally, anyway.”
Rachel and Alison laid together quietly for awhile, contemplating what to do.
“We should try to get out of here as soon as we can,” Alison finally said.
“Yeah.” Rachel raised her head from Alison’s chest and moved her hand up to stroke her lover’s hair. “I think I’ve got something.”
Alison sat up, her back against the wall. “I’m listening.”
“Okay, here’s what we’re going to do…”
<><><><><><><><>
“What do you think they’re up to right now?” Dan inquired as they walked across the town’s street to the breakfast restaurant. The sun was just starting to come up.
“Aldric and Dorian, or our family?”
“Both, either.”
“Aldric and Dorian better not be hurting them. That’s all I have to say about them. As for our family…” The corners of Keith’s mouth twitched upwards. “I’m sure they’re working on a way to escape.”
“Yeah. It’s not like them to give up and do nothing.”
Keith pulled the restaurant door open and entered after Dan, saying “Age before beauty.”
“I need to tell Jon to stop inflating your ego.”
Keith raised his eyebrow as they found a vacant table.
“What? I’m only three years older than you.” Dan sat across from Keith. “And, I’ve kept most of my natural hair color.”
“I guess you didn’t get the memo that grey is in,” Keith replied, taking off his baseball cap, then running his fingers through his hair before putting it back on.
“I guess you didn’t notice when I sent a corrected version back.”
“Grey is a natural color.”
Dan smirked. “Nicely played.”
A young waitress approached the table and greeted them in French. Keith ordered their meal. The waitress flashed a smile to Dan before bounding off to the kitchen.
Dan took the set of printed maps from his backpack and laid them out on the table. He pointed his finger to a labeled dot. “We’re in Auxerre now. We’ve got to keep going southeast for quite awhile.”
Keith nodded. “There’s got to be a bus or something going along this route. Unless you want to walk the entire way?”
Dan grinned. “There is such a thing as too much exercise.”
They didn’t have to wait too long for the waitress to come back with their food. Her nametag read ‘Aimee.’
After Aimee set their plates in front of them, Keith looked up to her to thank her. In response, she asked, “Quel est votre nom?”
Keith was a little thrown off by the inquiry. “Keith.”
“Et quel est le nom de votre ami?”
“Il est Dan.”
“Peut-il nous comprendre?”
“Non.”
Aimee giggled. “Dan est mignon, je signifie tres beau.”
Keith quietly laughed. “Je suis certain qu’il aimera le compliment.”
Aimee fully smiled at both men before going to another table.
Dan cleared his throat after he swallowed the first few bites of sausage and eggs. “So, what was all that about? Already flirting with the locals?”
“Ah, my flirting is meant for only one person.” Keith laughed again and leaned forward a little. “She was actually talking about you.”
“Oh? And what did she have to say?”
“She thinks you’re quite attractive. ‘Dan is cute, I mean very handsome’ were her exact words.”
Dan chuckled. “What was that you were saying about grey hair being in?”
“I’m wearing a hat.”
Dan shrugged. “Excuses, excuses.”
“Well played, Dan.”
“Thanks. Out-snarking you is hard.”
“You do a good enough job to keep me on my toes.”
“What would you do without me?”
“Snark it up with Rachel?” Keith teased.
Dan laughed. “You ass.”
Aimee came back to check on them when they were finished eating and were drinking their coffee. “Peux-je vous obtenir n’importe quoi d’autre?”
“Plus de café,” Keith answered.
Aimee returned a moment later with a pitcher of coffee and poured it in their mugs. Now it was Keith who was looking at the maps.
“Ou essayez-vous d’aller?” the young woman asked.
“Marseilles,” Keith replied.
Aimee tapped her finger against her lips for a moment. “Vous devriez prendre un tour a Montbard. Il y a un train qui va de la a Marseilles. Il vous obtiendra la dans a peu pres sept hueres.”
“Merci. Cela est tres serviable.” Keith gratefully responded.
“Mon plaisir,” Aimee said before going to the kitchen.
“What did she say?” inquired Dan.
“We should get a ride to Montbard. There’s a big train station that’ll take us directly to Marseilles. The ride will be about seven hours.”
“That’s quite helpful.”
Aimee came back with their bill. Dan handed her the credit card Aldric had given them. With a quick swipe through the small card-reader attached to her hip, Aimee gave it back and said, “Bon voyage.”
Dan knew just enough to get what the waitress said. “Merci.”
Now, with a clearer idea of how they were going to get to Rome, Keith and Dan left the restaurant.
But, they still had no idea what they would do when they got there.
<><><><><><><><>
Rachel ran her fingers through the thick black fur on Alison’s head. “Ready?”
Alison pressed her nose into Rachel’s neck and nodded.
Rachel took a few breaths, then let out the best scream she could manage. In addition to Alison’s howl, she knew it would attract someone to open the door.
Within a minute, their door was unlocked. Rachel and Alison didn’t give whoever was on the other side a chance before bursting through and knocking them to the ground.
Rachel and Alison ran without pausing, remembering the way out of the compound. They passed the few werewolves who were awake at this early time.
Alison’s wolf form was faster than Rachel’s human one, but they both made it to the pressure door that led to the subway station. Rachel pressed against the door and, after a quick glance behind to see a few wolves starting to catch up to them, ran for it.
They made it out of the tunnel and smiled as the door closed behind them. There wasn’t anyone around at the moment, so Rachel quickly stripped, put her clothes into her backpack, and transformed. The door began opening just as she and Alison bolted up the stairs.
It didn’t take much running through the streets of Paris for them to get noticed by passers-by. Two wolves with backpacks probably wasn’t a sight they regularly saw.
People screamed and scattered when a whole pack of wolves howled behind Rachel and Alison.
The pressure was on. They had to lose the pack that was chasing them. Rachel and Alison pushed their bodies to the limit, sprinting as fast as they could.
Two wolves pounced out of an alleyway at them. There wasn’t much Rachel and Alison could do except leap over them. One trapped Alison’s tail between his teeth and yanked her to the ground. Rachel swiped at his face and kicked the other one away. The two women instantly took off running again.
Suddenly, Alison went down. Rachel skid to a stop and turned back. She noticed the other werewolves backing off and turning to run the other way.
Alison shakily got to her feet, then collapsed again. A small tranquilizer dart stuck out the back of her neck. Rachel glanced up and ducked when a dart came her way. An animal control truck pulled up.
Rachel laid down near the now unconscious Alison in a submissive manner. She didn’t need to give the officers cause to tranquilize her as well.
The three animal control officers were surprised when Rachel didn’t fight back and let them muzzle and load her and Alison into cages in the back of the van.
Before the doors were closed, Rachel saw a lone wolf, recognizable as Dorian, look out from behind a car, a hard look on his face.
The doors slammed shut, leaving her and Alison in the dark dimness.
Author's note:
Full Translations:
Quel est votre nom?- What's your name?
Et quel est le nom de votre ami- And what's your friend's name?
Il est Dan.- He's Dan.
Peut-il nous comprendre?- Can he understand us?
Dan est mignon, je signifie tres beau.- Dan's cute, I mean very handsome.
Je suis certain qu’il aimera le compliment.- I'm certain he'll like the compliment.
Peux-je vous obtenir n’importe quoi d’autre?- Is there anything else I can get you?
Ou essayez-vous d’aller?- Where are you trying to go?
Vous devriez prendre un tour a Montbard. Il y a un train qui va de la a Marseilles. Il vous obtiendra la dans a peu pres sept hueres.- You should catch a ride to Montbard. There's a train that goes from there to Marseilles. The ride should take about seven hours.
Merci. Cela est tres serviable.- Thank you. That's very helpful.
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
Chapter 7
Lawrence snorted his frustration into Richard’s shoulder again. It was now a few hours after Keith and Dan had left.
“Will you stop doing that? You’ll get snot all over my shirt,” Richard mildly protested.
“Oh, I’m sorry if this whole situation doesn’t get you riled up.”
“It does, but there’s not much we can do about it.”
“So, you’re just giving up?”
Richard rolled his eyes. “Not much we can do about it, at the moment,” he amended.
Lawrence snorted into Richard’s shirt once more. Richard sighed and laid his head on the top of Lawrence’s.
“Fuckin’ jackasses,” Jon finally said. These were his first words since Keith and Dan were forced to leave. “The pair of them. Do they really think they can make Keith and Dan kill someone for them?”
“We’re the leverage,” Richard stated quietly.
“We can’t let them use us like that,” replied Lawrence.
“Until we can figure out a way to get through the dozens of them…” Richard’s voice trailed off.
Jon groaned into his pillow. His slightly muffled voice said, “I understand them taking our phones, but did they really need to separate Rachel and Alison from us?”
“They don’t want us all making plans together,” Richard responded. “Quite smart, really. Whatever else these guys may be, they’re not dumb brutes.”
“They’re still bastards,” grumbled Lawrence.
Richard couldn’t help but let out a little laugh. “Yeah. That they are.”
<><><><><><><><>
Alison kissed the top of Rachel’s head.
“I don’t think we can make it out of here with the boys,” Rachel said quietly. “We’ll be lucky to do it ourselves.”
Alison grimly nodded. “But, at least we’ll be able to find Keith and Dan. Then I’m sure we can figure something out.”
“All we know is that they’re headed to Rome,” Rachel sighed. “We don’t know where specifically in Rome, or the route they’re taking to get there without being detected.”
“If the werewolf persecution is as bad as Aldric says it is, then they’ve really got their work cut out for them.”
“All the more reason to have more than only two of us go, right?”
Rachel shrugged. “Maybe. Or maybe it would be better for a smaller group to go. They probably wouldn’t attract as much attention.”
“Yeah, that’s true, too. Damn it, all this is just bullshit. You can’t just draft people into your service and order them to kill someone for you.”
“Not legally, anyway.”
Rachel and Alison laid together quietly for awhile, contemplating what to do.
“We should try to get out of here as soon as we can,” Alison finally said.
“Yeah.” Rachel raised her head from Alison’s chest and moved her hand up to stroke her lover’s hair. “I think I’ve got something.”
Alison sat up, her back against the wall. “I’m listening.”
“Okay, here’s what we’re going to do…”
<><><><><><><><>
“What do you think they’re up to right now?” Dan inquired as they walked across the town’s street to the breakfast restaurant. The sun was just starting to come up.
“Aldric and Dorian, or our family?”
“Both, either.”
“Aldric and Dorian better not be hurting them. That’s all I have to say about them. As for our family…” The corners of Keith’s mouth twitched upwards. “I’m sure they’re working on a way to escape.”
“Yeah. It’s not like them to give up and do nothing.”
Keith pulled the restaurant door open and entered after Dan, saying “Age before beauty.”
“I need to tell Jon to stop inflating your ego.”
Keith raised his eyebrow as they found a vacant table.
“What? I’m only three years older than you.” Dan sat across from Keith. “And, I’ve kept most of my natural hair color.”
“I guess you didn’t get the memo that grey is in,” Keith replied, taking off his baseball cap, then running his fingers through his hair before putting it back on.
“I guess you didn’t notice when I sent a corrected version back.”
“Grey is a natural color.”
Dan smirked. “Nicely played.”
A young waitress approached the table and greeted them in French. Keith ordered their meal. The waitress flashed a smile to Dan before bounding off to the kitchen.
Dan took the set of printed maps from his backpack and laid them out on the table. He pointed his finger to a labeled dot. “We’re in Auxerre now. We’ve got to keep going southeast for quite awhile.”
Keith nodded. “There’s got to be a bus or something going along this route. Unless you want to walk the entire way?”
Dan grinned. “There is such a thing as too much exercise.”
They didn’t have to wait too long for the waitress to come back with their food. Her nametag read ‘Aimee.’
After Aimee set their plates in front of them, Keith looked up to her to thank her. In response, she asked, “Quel est votre nom?”
Keith was a little thrown off by the inquiry. “Keith.”
“Et quel est le nom de votre ami?”
“Il est Dan.”
“Peut-il nous comprendre?”
“Non.”
Aimee giggled. “Dan est mignon, je signifie tres beau.”
Keith quietly laughed. “Je suis certain qu’il aimera le compliment.”
Aimee fully smiled at both men before going to another table.
Dan cleared his throat after he swallowed the first few bites of sausage and eggs. “So, what was all that about? Already flirting with the locals?”
“Ah, my flirting is meant for only one person.” Keith laughed again and leaned forward a little. “She was actually talking about you.”
“Oh? And what did she have to say?”
“She thinks you’re quite attractive. ‘Dan is cute, I mean very handsome’ were her exact words.”
Dan chuckled. “What was that you were saying about grey hair being in?”
“I’m wearing a hat.”
Dan shrugged. “Excuses, excuses.”
“Well played, Dan.”
“Thanks. Out-snarking you is hard.”
“You do a good enough job to keep me on my toes.”
“What would you do without me?”
“Snark it up with Rachel?” Keith teased.
Dan laughed. “You ass.”
Aimee came back to check on them when they were finished eating and were drinking their coffee. “Peux-je vous obtenir n’importe quoi d’autre?”
“Plus de café,” Keith answered.
Aimee returned a moment later with a pitcher of coffee and poured it in their mugs. Now it was Keith who was looking at the maps.
“Ou essayez-vous d’aller?” the young woman asked.
“Marseilles,” Keith replied.
Aimee tapped her finger against her lips for a moment. “Vous devriez prendre un tour a Montbard. Il y a un train qui va de la a Marseilles. Il vous obtiendra la dans a peu pres sept hueres.”
“Merci. Cela est tres serviable.” Keith gratefully responded.
“Mon plaisir,” Aimee said before going to the kitchen.
“What did she say?” inquired Dan.
“We should get a ride to Montbard. There’s a big train station that’ll take us directly to Marseilles. The ride will be about seven hours.”
“That’s quite helpful.”
Aimee came back with their bill. Dan handed her the credit card Aldric had given them. With a quick swipe through the small card-reader attached to her hip, Aimee gave it back and said, “Bon voyage.”
Dan knew just enough to get what the waitress said. “Merci.”
Now, with a clearer idea of how they were going to get to Rome, Keith and Dan left the restaurant.
But, they still had no idea what they would do when they got there.
<><><><><><><><>
Rachel ran her fingers through the thick black fur on Alison’s head. “Ready?”
Alison pressed her nose into Rachel’s neck and nodded.
Rachel took a few breaths, then let out the best scream she could manage. In addition to Alison’s howl, she knew it would attract someone to open the door.
Within a minute, their door was unlocked. Rachel and Alison didn’t give whoever was on the other side a chance before bursting through and knocking them to the ground.
Rachel and Alison ran without pausing, remembering the way out of the compound. They passed the few werewolves who were awake at this early time.
Alison’s wolf form was faster than Rachel’s human one, but they both made it to the pressure door that led to the subway station. Rachel pressed against the door and, after a quick glance behind to see a few wolves starting to catch up to them, ran for it.
They made it out of the tunnel and smiled as the door closed behind them. There wasn’t anyone around at the moment, so Rachel quickly stripped, put her clothes into her backpack, and transformed. The door began opening just as she and Alison bolted up the stairs.
It didn’t take much running through the streets of Paris for them to get noticed by passers-by. Two wolves with backpacks probably wasn’t a sight they regularly saw.
People screamed and scattered when a whole pack of wolves howled behind Rachel and Alison.
The pressure was on. They had to lose the pack that was chasing them. Rachel and Alison pushed their bodies to the limit, sprinting as fast as they could.
Two wolves pounced out of an alleyway at them. There wasn’t much Rachel and Alison could do except leap over them. One trapped Alison’s tail between his teeth and yanked her to the ground. Rachel swiped at his face and kicked the other one away. The two women instantly took off running again.
Suddenly, Alison went down. Rachel skid to a stop and turned back. She noticed the other werewolves backing off and turning to run the other way.
Alison shakily got to her feet, then collapsed again. A small tranquilizer dart stuck out the back of her neck. Rachel glanced up and ducked when a dart came her way. An animal control truck pulled up.
Rachel laid down near the now unconscious Alison in a submissive manner. She didn’t need to give the officers cause to tranquilize her as well.
The three animal control officers were surprised when Rachel didn’t fight back and let them muzzle and load her and Alison into cages in the back of the van.
Before the doors were closed, Rachel saw a lone wolf, recognizable as Dorian, look out from behind a car, a hard look on his face.
The doors slammed shut, leaving her and Alison in the dark dimness.
Author's note:
Full Translations:
Quel est votre nom?- What's your name?
Et quel est le nom de votre ami- And what's your friend's name?
Il est Dan.- He's Dan.
Peut-il nous comprendre?- Can he understand us?
Dan est mignon, je signifie tres beau.- Dan's cute, I mean very handsome.
Je suis certain qu’il aimera le compliment.- I'm certain he'll like the compliment.
Peux-je vous obtenir n’importe quoi d’autre?- Is there anything else I can get you?
Ou essayez-vous d’aller?- Where are you trying to go?
Vous devriez prendre un tour a Montbard. Il y a un train qui va de la a Marseilles. Il vous obtiendra la dans a peu pres sept hueres.- You should catch a ride to Montbard. There's a train that goes from there to Marseilles. The ride should take about seven hours.
Merci. Cela est tres serviable.- Thank you. That's very helpful.