Winds of Change (5/?)
Title: Winds of Change (5/?)
Chapter 5
Pairing: Jane/Maura
Rating: PG… for now
Disclaimer: I don’t own Jane or Maura or their counterparts from the TV show or books…I only wish. I am going to be adding a few of my own characters however.
Summary: Waking up to a new reality.
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Chapter 5
Jane and Maura awakened together, both sitting up in bed as they breathed air into their lungs.
“Oh my god, please tell me that was some drug induced dream.” Jane locked eyes with Maura.
“Did your dream involve Fenrir and Vivienne and flying on a bed?”
Jane nodded. “Yeah, the whole bed knobs and broomsticks thing.”
Maura looked at her blankly for a moment. Jane shook her head; she was going to have to widen her friend’s television viewing. “I think it might have been real, because it is highly unlikely we would have the same dream, much less one so distanced from reality.”
“I was afraid you were going to say something like that.” Jane pulled the waist of her pants down a bit, and looked to see if the black wolf was still on her hip like it was in her ‘dream’. “Oh, god.” It was very much still there and looked just as life like as it had before.
“Mine is still there to. It had to be real or else we are still dreaming. Owe!” She grabbed her arm. “Why did you pinch me?”
Jane grinned at her friends glare. “I was just checking to see if we are really awake this time or not.” She rubbed her head. “Between you feeling that pinch and the druggy headache I have, I would assume that is the case. I for one am not going to believe any of this lycanthrope turning into wolf bullshit, until I see it for myself.”
“Language, Jane. However, I agree with you. I am going to have to see the transformation for myself before I believe.”
Gentle knocking came from the door to the bedroom. “Lady Rizzoli, Lady Isles. I am Evie, alpha female of the local wolf pack. We know you are awake. May my husband and I come in? You have nothing to fear from us.”
“I’m Marcus, Alpha leader of the local pack and Evie’s husband. If it will make you feel better Lady Rizzoli, your gun is loaded and in the side table drawer on your side of the bed.” Both people, or werewolves, had strong voices, but neither held tones of menace.
Jane retrieved her gun, feeling more grounded holding the solid weight in her hand. She shared a look with Maura. Her friend nodded her agreement. “You may come in, but keep your hands were I can see them.”
The door slowly opened to reveal a tall dark haired man and statuesque redheaded woman. They did not enter right away. They observed the pair on the bed as closely as they themselves were being watched. The pair cautiously entered keeping their hands at their sides and in plain sight. “We are glad to see you are awake. I’m sorry for the way you were treated upon your arrival, but it was the only way to retrieve you without causing you or ourselves great harm.” Marcus said. “The great spirits have shown me that my mate and I are no longer tasked with transforming you. You have been granted the greatest of gifts, to be converted by the spirits themselves. It is also less painful than being bitten by us.”
“You were going to bite us?” Maura gasped.
Jane shifted her gun slightly. “That Fenrir guy said people couldn’t be turned from a Lycan bite.”
“Most of the time that is true, but there is usually only one exception to that rule. If you have the blood of the lycanthrope already in your bloodline, but not enough for you to transform, you can be bitten and converted without much difficulty. You two however, have been chosen by the high spirits. They gifted you themselves directly.” Evie explained.
“Well, I am glad to hear we aren’t going to be bitten. I’m still not to believing in all of this though. Can you provide real proof that people can really turn into wolves, or animals, or whatever? This whole thing is out there, way beyond any reality I have ever known.” Jane swings her legs over the side of the bed sitting up fully. She felt uncomfortable lying down speaking with the large strangers.
“We would very much like to see proof. I have never come across any scientific evidence that this can actually be done, and until I see it, I find I am unable to fully believe all that we have been told.” Maura slid across the bed and sat up beside Jane.
Evie nodded. “That is understandable. If you would like to meet us outside on the back porch, we will have a few members of our pack transform for you. We will leave you now to freshen up. We put your bags in the corner there.” She motioned to the corner near the bathroom.
Jane stood. “Thanks. We’ll be there.” The lycans bowed their heads slightly before leaving, closing the door behind them.
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Maura stood up beside Jane. “I really need a hug, do you mind.”
“I would hold you all the time if I could sweetheart.” Jane closed the distance between them wrapping her arms around the woman she loved. “We are going to make it through whatever all of this is. We will do it together.”
They stood holding each other close for long moments before Maura leaned back looking up at the taller woman. “We better get freshened up, and head downstairs. I don’t know about you, but I am eager to see if any of this is real. The whole situation has thrown me; there is no science or verifiable research for me to fall back on here. Jane, you know I don’t believe in religious faiths or in magic, but all of this is awash with gods and goddesses and magic. The foundations of everything I have known is quaking and crumbling.”
“We will make it through all of this. I grew up with faith being a big part of my life, but the foundations of my beliefs are rattling apart as well. I don’t think there is any way we could have ever been prepared for something like this. I mean this is all straight out of some urban fantasy novel. I expect to see sparkly vampires coming out of the woodwork next.”
“Sparkly vampires?”
Jane’s dimples appeared at Maura’s questioning look. “Twilight, popular book series and movies, never mind.” She kissed Maura lightly before stepping back. “Let’s get ready.”
It didn’t take long for them to freshen up and change. Both women chose jeans, but Jane chose a BPD t-shirt and sneakers. Maura wore a pretty blouse and expensive sandals with a low heal. Even while relaxed she still looked like a model to Jane. Maura found Jane equally attractive, a natural beauty that looked like a model without even trying. Their fingers twined together as they walked hand in hand down the stairs, out the French doors, and across the yard, arriving near the lake where a group of ten men and women had gathered.
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Well the action should pick up after this. I look forward to seeing how they react to the others as well as how they react to seeing the change. I am still a little in the air on how I want to betray the transformation. Should it be more magical and mystical or painful and messy, we will see. I will try to get more chapters up soon but the kids have school Christmas programs this week and work parties. It doesn’t leave me as much time for writing. Please let me know how you think I am doing. I know there is always room for improvement.
Chapter 5
Pairing: Jane/Maura
Rating: PG… for now
Disclaimer: I don’t own Jane or Maura or their counterparts from the TV show or books…I only wish. I am going to be adding a few of my own characters however.
Summary: Waking up to a new reality.
****
Chapter 5
Jane and Maura awakened together, both sitting up in bed as they breathed air into their lungs.
“Oh my god, please tell me that was some drug induced dream.” Jane locked eyes with Maura.
“Did your dream involve Fenrir and Vivienne and flying on a bed?”
Jane nodded. “Yeah, the whole bed knobs and broomsticks thing.”
Maura looked at her blankly for a moment. Jane shook her head; she was going to have to widen her friend’s television viewing. “I think it might have been real, because it is highly unlikely we would have the same dream, much less one so distanced from reality.”
“I was afraid you were going to say something like that.” Jane pulled the waist of her pants down a bit, and looked to see if the black wolf was still on her hip like it was in her ‘dream’. “Oh, god.” It was very much still there and looked just as life like as it had before.
“Mine is still there to. It had to be real or else we are still dreaming. Owe!” She grabbed her arm. “Why did you pinch me?”
Jane grinned at her friends glare. “I was just checking to see if we are really awake this time or not.” She rubbed her head. “Between you feeling that pinch and the druggy headache I have, I would assume that is the case. I for one am not going to believe any of this lycanthrope turning into wolf bullshit, until I see it for myself.”
“Language, Jane. However, I agree with you. I am going to have to see the transformation for myself before I believe.”
Gentle knocking came from the door to the bedroom. “Lady Rizzoli, Lady Isles. I am Evie, alpha female of the local wolf pack. We know you are awake. May my husband and I come in? You have nothing to fear from us.”
“I’m Marcus, Alpha leader of the local pack and Evie’s husband. If it will make you feel better Lady Rizzoli, your gun is loaded and in the side table drawer on your side of the bed.” Both people, or werewolves, had strong voices, but neither held tones of menace.
Jane retrieved her gun, feeling more grounded holding the solid weight in her hand. She shared a look with Maura. Her friend nodded her agreement. “You may come in, but keep your hands were I can see them.”
The door slowly opened to reveal a tall dark haired man and statuesque redheaded woman. They did not enter right away. They observed the pair on the bed as closely as they themselves were being watched. The pair cautiously entered keeping their hands at their sides and in plain sight. “We are glad to see you are awake. I’m sorry for the way you were treated upon your arrival, but it was the only way to retrieve you without causing you or ourselves great harm.” Marcus said. “The great spirits have shown me that my mate and I are no longer tasked with transforming you. You have been granted the greatest of gifts, to be converted by the spirits themselves. It is also less painful than being bitten by us.”
“You were going to bite us?” Maura gasped.
Jane shifted her gun slightly. “That Fenrir guy said people couldn’t be turned from a Lycan bite.”
“Most of the time that is true, but there is usually only one exception to that rule. If you have the blood of the lycanthrope already in your bloodline, but not enough for you to transform, you can be bitten and converted without much difficulty. You two however, have been chosen by the high spirits. They gifted you themselves directly.” Evie explained.
“Well, I am glad to hear we aren’t going to be bitten. I’m still not to believing in all of this though. Can you provide real proof that people can really turn into wolves, or animals, or whatever? This whole thing is out there, way beyond any reality I have ever known.” Jane swings her legs over the side of the bed sitting up fully. She felt uncomfortable lying down speaking with the large strangers.
“We would very much like to see proof. I have never come across any scientific evidence that this can actually be done, and until I see it, I find I am unable to fully believe all that we have been told.” Maura slid across the bed and sat up beside Jane.
Evie nodded. “That is understandable. If you would like to meet us outside on the back porch, we will have a few members of our pack transform for you. We will leave you now to freshen up. We put your bags in the corner there.” She motioned to the corner near the bathroom.
Jane stood. “Thanks. We’ll be there.” The lycans bowed their heads slightly before leaving, closing the door behind them.
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Maura stood up beside Jane. “I really need a hug, do you mind.”
“I would hold you all the time if I could sweetheart.” Jane closed the distance between them wrapping her arms around the woman she loved. “We are going to make it through whatever all of this is. We will do it together.”
They stood holding each other close for long moments before Maura leaned back looking up at the taller woman. “We better get freshened up, and head downstairs. I don’t know about you, but I am eager to see if any of this is real. The whole situation has thrown me; there is no science or verifiable research for me to fall back on here. Jane, you know I don’t believe in religious faiths or in magic, but all of this is awash with gods and goddesses and magic. The foundations of everything I have known is quaking and crumbling.”
“We will make it through all of this. I grew up with faith being a big part of my life, but the foundations of my beliefs are rattling apart as well. I don’t think there is any way we could have ever been prepared for something like this. I mean this is all straight out of some urban fantasy novel. I expect to see sparkly vampires coming out of the woodwork next.”
“Sparkly vampires?”
Jane’s dimples appeared at Maura’s questioning look. “Twilight, popular book series and movies, never mind.” She kissed Maura lightly before stepping back. “Let’s get ready.”
It didn’t take long for them to freshen up and change. Both women chose jeans, but Jane chose a BPD t-shirt and sneakers. Maura wore a pretty blouse and expensive sandals with a low heal. Even while relaxed she still looked like a model to Jane. Maura found Jane equally attractive, a natural beauty that looked like a model without even trying. Their fingers twined together as they walked hand in hand down the stairs, out the French doors, and across the yard, arriving near the lake where a group of ten men and women had gathered.
****
Well the action should pick up after this. I look forward to seeing how they react to the others as well as how they react to seeing the change. I am still a little in the air on how I want to betray the transformation. Should it be more magical and mystical or painful and messy, we will see. I will try to get more chapters up soon but the kids have school Christmas programs this week and work parties. It doesn’t leave me as much time for writing. Please let me know how you think I am doing. I know there is always room for improvement.