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INDIE JEREMY DANVERS FROM SYFY’S BITTEN & KELLEY ARMSTRONGS ‘WOMEN OF THE OTHERWORLD.’ SERIES.  written by nerhys.  slow activity. show / book / headcanon based

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 “It’s adorable. Even if we know why they’re really looking in there. Sussing out a potential meal.” 

“Actually, potential predatory competition. It’s a fox hole.” 

I noticed the faintest outline of a snout deep in the dark hollow. “Seriously?”

“Yes. They found it when we were hiking upstate. A fox kit was in there. Cowering in terror, I think.” 

I laughed. That only made the picture even more ironic, with Jeremy being part kitsune. I imagine there were times, growing up surrounded by boisterous werewolves, when he felt like that fox kit, shrinking back into his hole before he got trampled.

              “I have never claimed it to be MY RESPONSIBILITY. However, I help with the problems of those I care about all the time.” All Freya can do is stare, chest tightening at the words. “Can I at least go with you and stay out of it? So I know what is going on, that you are SAFE.”

          “Yeah our buddy Garth told us about you guys- said you might be able to help us out with our own wolf problem.” Nothing Dean and Sam can’t handle but, with werewolves and vampire in particular, they try to give the ones that want out- an out. Cause when they go in there? No one’s getting out. Dean leans forward, hands on his knees “all we wanna do is talk to them.” 

Clay held his leg to try and keep blood from seeping past his fingers to the forest floor. At first, the only response his alpha got was a low sound that sounded more like a growl than anything resembling human speech. He wanted to argue with him, say that the stray hunter bullet had only grazed him, so it was nothing to worry about.

However, as calm as Jeremy seemed – he had seen that look before. Like after he had fallen multiple stories down an elevator shaft was one instance that came to mind.

So, he knew any arguments would not be heard.” Yea..” He finally said before hoisting himself off the ground, not entirely sure if he could walk – but Clayton Danvers was too fucking stubborn not to try. Once on his feet he did his best to walk without a limp.

    Gunshot wounds were nothing to take lightly. The wound, while not as bad as it COULD have been (thankfully it missed anything vital), was bad enough to give Jeremy reason to be concerned. The thing with werewolves was that they HATED showing weakness; so while Clay was injured - Jeremy was not surprised he was trying to walk it off as nothing.

    Fortunately, Jeremy knew his son well.

              Confusion does not even begin to describe it. He looks and sounds like Jeremy – and she knows not how anyone could cast such realistic illusion in her head. “Werewolves cannot do that. This is MAGIC, pure magic.” And the energy that he emits is not one of a werewolf at all but strange magic she has never experienced before. Hesitatingly, she steps closer and places a hand on his cheek. The darkness around them flickers and they are suddenly standing inside his art studio in Stonehaven, the smell of the forest coming from the open window filling her senses. “Jer?” Freya whispers, letting go of him. Darkness again. “It really is you.” It makes no sense. “How did you do this? How did you know I am IN DANGER?”

              While she has had people in her mind before, Jeremy is THE LAST person she was expecting to see after getting knocked out. He should be miles away. With no connection at all to the trouble she has found herself in, a werewolf – oh, the pain is making it way too hard to focus! “How – “ She starts to close her mind off and he flickers. Alright. So she is still IN CONTROL. She does not push him all the way out, but the mental walls are up high enough they are standing in total darkness – she will be all he sees. “No, this is impossible. Jeremy cannot be here. If you think posing as my friend is wise, you are MISTAKEN.”