You had to know this was coming: more supernatural highschool AU, pretty please? We need to know how they got out of the drain and got Daniel de-poisoned. It's for science!
Such torture to revisit this AU … crack …. thing. :D (Even if it did take me … longer than intended to get to this prompt. Say, a couple of months. Ahem.)
https://forest-of-stories.tumblr.com/post/142946943493/missbuster-peonymoss-laylainalaska
Follow-up in the tunnels under the school:
https://sholiofic.tumblr.com/post/154402464253/oh-my-gosh-i-just-realised-right-now-that-youre
Now that Daniel was free of the silver chains, his pained breathing had eased somewhat. Still, he looked in bad shape. Peggy knelt beside him, examining him by the glow of her phone’s screen; she wished all the fur wasn’t in the way so she could see if he was wounded. When she put her hand on his shoulder, he flinched as if it hurt him. “Can you change back?” she asked, but only got a faint whine in return.
“We have to get out of here,” Jack said softly. “Before his captors come back.”
Peggy looked up at him. By the phone’s dim glow, he looked paler than usual – and nervous. Not scared, exactly, but more ruffled than she was used to seeing him. He kept looking around.
“Yes,” she said, “and what do you know about that, anyway? You never did tell me why you’re helping me.”
“We can talk about that, just – somewhere else?” Jack glanced over his shoulder again. “Just see if you can get the Dog-Faced Boy there up and moving –”
Daniel jerked under Peggy’s hand, and suddenly the shaggy wolf’s body melted into a – oh no – very unclothed Daniel. Blushing, she tried to keep her eyes oriented appropriately and ignore all the naked Daniel that had suddenly appeared in her lap.
This got harder when Daniel whispered her name gratefully and reached up for her. Peggy hugged him, feeling him shivering against her.
“You came,” he whispered. “You came.”
“I’ll always come.” She pressed her hands to his back and he gave a sudden hiss of pain, making her pull away to look at him.
“Oh, Daniel,” she murmured. The chains had left red welts on his skin, crisscrossing on his back and wound around his arms. “How do you feel?”
She could see him start a dismissive answer, but it faded into a tired, rueful smile. “Terrible,” he groaned, and sat up shakily. Peggy helped him with a careful arm around his shoulders.
“Can you walk?” she asked.
“Can he ever?” Jack said.
Daniel looked up, seeming to become aware of Jack’s presence for the first time. “Peggy, I appreciate the rescue and all, but did you have to bring that jerk?”
“He was very helpful in finding you,” Peggy said, as she tried not to lean too much against Daniel (still not any less naked) and Jack smirked at them in his most annoying possible way. “Come on, let’s get you up. Can you walk more easily as a wolf?”
“I can,” Daniel said, wincing as she got his arm over her shoulders, “but the silver’s worse when I’m a wolf. I’m already starting to feel a little better. If I shift back, I might not be able to walk at all.”
It was hard to tell if his talk of feeling better was all bravado; he was still shivering against her. With a quick rustle and the flutter of a few dislodged cobwebs, Jack shed his expensive gray jacket and impatiently held it out. Daniel stared at it, looking baffled.
“For cryin’ out loud, Sousa, put this on and quit distracting Peggy. Let’s make sure she has at least a few working brain cells by the time we get out of here.”
Peggy wondered, as she frequently did around Jack, how it was possible for a person to evoke so many simultaneous, conflicting emotions (in this case, gratitude blended with the urge to shove his face into the nearest cobweb). She helped Daniel get the slightly too-large jacket on, and gave Jack a beseeching stare. Looking put upon, he moved forward and wrapped Daniel’s other arm around his shoulders.
For the first few steps they nearly pulled each other down, but they eventually found the rhythm of it and made decent progress – at least until Jack said, “Stop.”
Peggy halted, with Daniel weaving against her. His curly head rested against her shoulder. The walk seemed to be depleting what little strength he had left. “What?”
Jack was looking around again. “I don’t think this is the way back.”
“But we’re going exactly the way we came,” Peggy protested. She aimed her phone at their feet. “Look, that’s even our tracks there.”
“I know, but …” Jack frowned at the walls. “It doesn’t feel right. I thought so earlier, and now I’m sure of it. Vampires never get lost.”
This prompted Daniel to raise his head from Peggy’s shoulder. “Really? Those sound like famous last words to me.”
“What about your famous werewolf sense of smell?” Jack shot back. “Take a sniff and tell me what you think.”
Daniel looked like he was gearing up for a rebuttal, but then he frowned. “Huh. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think he might be right. There’s magic here; I can smell it.”
“You can smell magic?” Peggy asked.
“Sometimes I can.” Daniel sniffed the air again. “And right now I think there’s some kind of spell mixing us up, making it hard for us to find our way back.”
“Wonderful,” Jack snapped. “Remind me to stay home on the next poorly conceived rescue mission.”
After a moment, Peggy said, “Looking on the bright side, it will save me from having to ask Ms. Fry for an extension on the Latin assignment I should have started a week ago.”
She tried not to think about the fact that her phone’s battery was getting alarmingly low, and when it died, they would be entirely in the dark.
