Inspired by comments from @thebirdfantasy and @womble1 on Wings & Feathers. Unfortunately their comments won’t work with Marks & Wings…but that’s doesn’t mean it won’t work with Eagle!Scott. With thanks to @mariashades for allowing me to use her lore of 'weres needing to eat raw meat, and for her and @the-original-sineater for the read-throughs.
This is a standalone series that isn’t canon with my Transformation series.
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”Really little babies sure are ugly” was the thought that ran through Jeff’s mind as he held his three-day-old carefully.
He yawned widely as he regarded the wrinkled object of his thoughts. As if he’d known his father was thinking about him Scott’s eyes seemed to focus on Jeff…and he screwed up his face and began to cry in earnest.
‘I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Daddy didn’t mean it, Scotty!’
Jeff repeated the refrain over and over while gently jiggling the affronted tot, but Scott would not be comforted.
Eventually Lucy appeared. Even freshly woken up from her nap earlier than hoped for she looked radiant. And as Lucy took Scott and settled him to her breast Jeff could help but fall in love with her all over again.
Nor could he stifle a little grumble at how easily Scott had stopped fussing…
Of course, once Scott hit nine weeks he began to look like the usual baby seen in pictures, and Jeff stopped worrying so much about having an ”ugly” baby.
Lucy had thumped him quite hard when he’d voiced this out loud one morning. And then she’d fixed him with a fierce glare that promised worse if he should ever dare to say such a thing again.
Then she’d been deliberately cryptic with what she next said.
”Just remember that when you see Scotty change.”
His wife had never hid from him her other-self. She was a wolf - a beautiful white wolf when she wanted to be or needed to be - and as such there was a distinct possibility that their children would inherit the gene from her.
What animal that gene would produce would be anyone’s guess - anything was possible, and while Lucy secretly hoped for at least one of her children to be a wolf too, she’d be happy with any creature, or even if they didn’t inherit anything.
It was as Scott began teething a couple of months later that his very first transformation occurred.
One moment he was a beautiful (if dribbly) baby boy, the next he was a mass of pale fluff. The bird clacked his beak at Jeff before whatever raptor Scott had turned into carefully settled on Lucy’s lap.
A look at Jeff’s face had her laughing quietly, trying her hardest not to disturb the little eaglet, but Scott let out an indignant squawk at being jostled so, with some very visible effort, Lucy got herself under control.
‘Jeff, you’ll hurt Scotty’s feelings if you keep looking at him like that.’
‘Like what?’
‘Like you have no idea what he is!’
Flushing, Jeff muttered and he also pulled himself together.
‘Do we even know what bird he is?’
‘He’s an eagle I think. Very distinctive beak. Which one we won’t know until his feathers grow in.’
‘An eagle, huh? Nice.’
Again Lucy suppressed her mirth. She’d laughed along with Ruth at Jeff’s shock at discovering newborns weren’t necessarily the most beautiful and now he’d have to go through that all again.
Baby birds were definitely not…pretty. But if Jeff thought a down-covered eaglet wasn’t that pretty she couldn’t wait to see his reaction as Scott’s feathers grew through.
But the pale downy fluff was soft and she enjoyed gently scratching her nestling and Scott seemed to thoroughly enjoy the attention too.
From that time onwards they could never be sure what would greet them first thing. There seemed no pattern as to whether Scott was a baby or an eaglet, but what was certain was that during his roughest times teething he’d frequently change into his bird self.
And as baby Scott reached his milestones so did the eaglet.
The pale downy covering was quickly replaced by a thick grey down. This stayed for a couple of weeks before the pin feathers began to emerge through the down.
Poor Scotty went through a miserable few weeks as this coincided with the breaking through of his upper incisors. Both his selfs were uncomfortable…
Eventually though he had four incisors as his baby self and black-brown feathers on his wings, back and shoulders.
The rest of the eaglet stayed dark grey down, and sometimes, especially when Jeff was feeding Scotty raw meat strips, Lucy would catch him staring at the juvenile with a puzzled look.
The next stage of growth for both selves seemed to arrive suddenly, although Lucy knew that wasn’t the case.
As Scott began to crawl in earnest so his down began to be replaced with his juvenile plumage. Light brown and white feathers replaced the down and a small crest grew at the back of his head.
All this meant that his parents finally found out what species of eagle he was. And Lucy laughed for quite a while. Of course their baby was going to grow up into the biggest eagle there was…
But for now he was still small…ish, and was beginning to flex his wing muscles, so Jeff and Grant set about building several perches at various heights and they cleared the surroundings so Scott could stretch out to his fullest without fear of damaging himself or anything else.
The crest that Scott sported amused both parents.
By the time his eagle-self was a fledging his wing and tail feathers had grown in. His flight feathers had hardened and Scott enjoyed flexing his wings. He’d lost that ‘ugly duckling’ look and was a quite majestic Harpy Eagle even though he wasn’t an adult yet.
Both Jeff and Lucy had done much research on raptors and Harpy Eagles in particular. The wingspan he had now would be a little longer than as a fully-grown adult bird – the web had referred to is as “training wheels” to provide extra help while learning to fly.
It was at this time they came to the realisation that their apartment, while reasonably roomy, was not fit for a growing bird, and as a walking Scott was just as difficult to keep an eye on as a flying Scott…
Grant came to their rescue, letting them know about a farmhouse with land going on the opposite side of town. It was a large building with several outbuildings and fields that Grant would get his men to work if Jeff was interested.
Now eighteen months old, toddler-Scott was into everything and had a turn of speed Jeff frankly envied. He could get into places in the apartment that his parents were sure he shouldn’t be able to. The boy had no concept of “slow” as both human and bird, and it didn’t take long for Scot to take a serious tumble and break his arm.
Thank goodness he’d been human at the time…
It was the deciding factor in them taking the farmhouse.
That, and finding out they were expecting again.
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It’s Fluffember! and almost a year since I posted my first fanfic!
Thanks to Whumptober, I’m not going to be able to complete this challenge (so worn) but I’m going to try do some (Aim of 4, one a week seems reasonable and more my pace). I’m setting myself the additional challenge of them being in the wereVirgil/transforming Tracy AU, because I’ve not written the AU for so long and it’s can be such a nice fluff AU.
So here is the first post. Starting at the start with Day 1 and some naughty young Tracy boys. Enjoy!
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Bedtime followed a set routine for Tracy boys, except for that one night of the month. Virgil had no choice in the matter, he would change at the rising of the full moon and no one could tell the werewolf to go to bed. The moon gave him an unnatural energy that he just had to run off and on the few occasions his father had tried to confine him to his room, it had only resulted in furniture getting damaged and broken. Virgil's wolf instincts couldn't be swept under a rug because he was human most of the time.
So bedtime during the full moon was non-existent for Virgil, which was fantastic to a young boy. He did get some sleep during the night but he was always exhausted the next day. Some days it was so bad that Dad allowed him to stay home ‘sick’. His brothers weren't always understanding about it, complaining that they never get to stay at home when they are ‘sick’. Especially Gordon, the king of trying to get out of school. They were also disgruntled that their bedtime never changed on a full moon. They still had to go to bed at the right and proper times. Virgil had mixed feelings about it. He loved playing with his brothers in wolf form, but he had to be so careful not to hurt them. He was so much stronger than them and he'd injured Scott and John a few times when he'd gotten overexcited. He'd learnt to hold back his strength by the time Gordon was old enough to play with him.
Not that bedtime stopped his brothers from joining him during the full moon. They would be punished if caught, normally no dessert and early to bed the next night. Though Virgil was certain that Grandma and Dad let his brothers get away with it on some occasions, the creative escape plans being the most successful. Each brother developed their own full moon bedtime routine.
Scott had started as an escape artist, creeping down the stairs or climbing out the window to join Virgil. There had been a few scraped knees and bruises from failed footing but as long as he didn’t make too much noise when he landed, Scott was normally successful. Once Scott had mastered his own transformation, he would just fly out the window to join Virgil. A set of clothes was always hidden somewhere for Scott to pull on once free. The location of the clothes changed frequently once Gordon got wind of Scott's scheme. Their younger brother would take or hide the clothes so Scott would have to bare all if he wanted to spend time with the werewolf. As much as Virgil loved his elder brother, he preferred it when Scott wore clothes.
John was the smart one. He quickly moved on from sneaking out while Dad was distracted, and would instead set an alarm for the early hours when he knew the adults were fast asleep. He would often just spend the night sitting with Virgil, throwing a ball if required. John particularly liked to join Virgil on nights when astronomical events clashed with the full moon. Sometimes the telescope would come with him. Other times, like for the odd meteorite shower, John would just sit and watch with Virgil curled up around him. Virgil knew his body would keep his little brother warm, despite the chill that hung in the air at that time of night.
Gordon was the one who got caught the most, but then he was the one who snuck out the most. Gordon and Virgil had a special bond, probably stemming from Gordon’s love of animals and his boundless energy that made it seem like it could keep up with his werewolf brother. There was a whole box of balls and toys which they would play with together, though they would also roughhouse in the grass or hay. Despite his strength, Gordon had never received more than a few scratches, bruises and bumps during these play fights, and this was no worse than what Gordon gave himself on a daily basis. His brother’s laughter would ring out, and Virgil was always certain that Dad and Grandma could hear it, but they were never disturbed. When Gordon started doing his early morning swim training he stopped staying up late on the full moon, and would instead get up an hour or so early and hang out with Virgil beforehand. It became a routine and meant some moons he got to spend time with each one of his brothers.
Alan turned out to be extremely good at sneaking out, his small body and softer footsteps making it easy for him to pass unnoticed. He, like Scott, would stay up late and spend time with Virgil at the start of the night, which often meant Scott was also with them. Alan never seemed to mind that he ever got much alone time with the werewolf, though there were moons that Scott deliberately didn’t visit so they could be alone. Alan’s sneaking out became easier when he started transforming. Despite how disgruntled he was that he became a small dog, it meant he could easily slip out the house as long as he kept his claws from scratching the wooden floors. Virgil enjoyed the fact that Alan was a canine like him, Scott’s and John’s claws were sharp and Gordon preferred to be in water and wet fur wasn’t something Virgil found pleasant, but Alan could run beside him. Even if he was slower, they could still run through the vegetation quicker than they could as humans, their paws would pound the dirt as they raced about and there was something heart-warming about having a brother almost like himself. Curling up together was one of the most comfortable things, and Virgil loved it. Even if he often had to carry a tired Alan back to bed, because as much as his brothers pushed their bedtime, they just didn’t have the energy to stay up like he did.
When @soniabigcheese mentioned Eagle!Scott I wondered what kind of situations it would be useful in, and this is the one that popped into my head. Sorry it’s taken a long time to get round to writing it I’ve had so many other posts wanting to be written first. Enjoy!
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The local fair was big, nowhere near state fair big, but people came from all around to visit it. Scott and his brothers had no end of choice in food. Sure, they'd had their fair share of sweet treats, but even Gordon and Alan had eaten plenty of the novelty savoury foods that were on offer. Then there were the fairground rides. They'd been on so many he was surprised someone hadn't been sick! John didn't go on all the rides, but Scott knew he was enjoying himself, despite the crowd.
Alan and Gordon ran head again and Scott sighed. Dad had left him in charge, though there was a security detail following them, because they were Tracy's after all, but the responsibility of not losing his siblings weighed down on Scott's shoulders. Thankfully, Virgil and John were dependable and together they had managed keep the youngest two in sight.
So far, they'd done a few rollercoasters and Virgil had managed to win a stuffed dolphin on a game, which he'd gifted to Gordon, but ended up carrying himself. They had wandered through some of the craft and small business stalls, which had bored the youngest, but Virgil had enjoyed chatting to some of the artists about their work. Scott had taken business cards of some local companies that he thought matched Tracy Industries ethos and might want to be involved with or support. The next ride on the list was the waltzers, which John was adamant on missing out on.
"Consider it space training!" Scott joked, knowing too well that John would be sick if he sat with Alan or Gordon. "You can sit with me and we spin as little or much as you want.”
A clear sharp 'No' from John and that was the end of it. Scott had tried. Instead he handed John his rucksack and Virgil handed him the dolphin and they joined the queue. When they clambered onto the ride, Scott made sure to wave a John. Virgil and Gorgon shared a cart while Scott had Alan with him. Gordon and Alan had a spinning contest and cheered and cheered as they made the carts go faster and faster in circles. Even with the minimal experience he'd had in a stunt plane, Scott's stomach churned, and he struggled to walk in a straight line afterwards. Alan and Gordon argued about who had spun faster until Scott threw up, forcing Gordon to admit defeat to Alan as Virgil seemed unscathed by the ride. Virgil rubbed his back as he crouched in a corner, handing a bottle of water to him so he could swill out his mouth. Scott gingerly stood up.
"I think that second corndog was a bad idea." Scott said as he turned to spy the other three, hanging around a picnic table. Scott and Virgil headed over as John sat down, dolphin still held awkwardly in his arms.
"I need to head the bathroom, then we can head down the next row of crafts stalls." Virgil announced and a small groan came from Alan. Scott plonked himself down opposite John, head in his hands as he waited for his stomach to settle. He sat there, taking deep breaths, as they waited for Virgil to return. His stomach slowly started to calm down.
"Who's got eyes on the Terrible Two?" Virgil asked on his return and looking between John and Scott. Scott looked up at Virgil. Scott gawked as he realised that he hadn't had his eyes in the youngest Tracys for the entire time he'd been sitting down. A frantic look around confirmed that they had lost sight of them. They started calling out, staying close to each other and in the area around the picnic tables. After a scout of the nearby area, the boys regrouped at the last place they'd seen their siblings and sat around the bench. Fear and dread filled Scott, but he tried to stay calm, his still unsettled stomach churning slightly. He slipped his phone from his pocket and called the security detail supervisor.
"Hey, you guys have eyes in Alan and Gordon, right?" Scott tried to keep the worry out of his voice.
"Negative." The steady even tone of the supervisor did nothing to make Scott feel calm. How could they have let them slip!? They were kids. It was there job to keep them safe!
"Stay with your other brothers and stay where you are. I have eyes on you three and I have men looking for the youngest two."
Anger and frustration filled Scott. He was disappointed in himself for losing his brothers but was even more annoyed that the people paid to protect them had too. He continued to scan the crowd just in case. They sat nervously, and after ten minutes of waiting Scott called the supervisor for an update. They were still lost. After another ten minutes and another negative from the controller, Scott was getting angsty. He looked at his brothers, both of which were starting to look worried. It was getting to the point that Dad might have to be called. They waited another ten minutes and still no sighting of Gordon and Alan. Damn it! Scott thought.
"There's one more thing we should try before we call Dad, but we need to ditch our eyes."
Virgil and John looked at each other, their shocked expressions a mirror of the other.
"You can't be serious, Scott!" John exclaimed, "You can't do that here, there's too many people."
"I know the risks, but with a bird's eye view and I might be able to find them. I can easily scout the whole fair from the sky, and once I've spotted them, I'll lead you two to them, then we just need to find a safe place for me to transform."
His brothers looked at each other and sighed. They really didn't want to get dad involved, but the security detail wasn't anywhere near finding Alan and Gordon. They all felt the fear that they may have been kidnapped.
"Fine. I'll come with you and grab your clothes. Once you've found them land on that telephone pole and we'll follow you." Virgil sighed and stood. Scott headed to the men's, though instead of going in them he snuck behind the structure. They moved far enough down to be well hidden from the public. Scott pulled off his shirt and slipped out his shoes and jeans. He shivered slightly and hesitated before he pulled down his boxers, baring all to his brother. He sighed, focused and felt his body morph. His arms became great wings and it always felt strange when he sprouted his tail feathers. Virgil bent down, held out his arm and allowed Scott to step up. There wasn't enough room for him to take off from the ground.
"Carefully with those claws, Scott. I'm fed up of having to explain away the scratches. I might have to take John into class to prove we have a cat!"
Scott squawked at his brother. He really couldn't help squeezing hard, it always took a moment to get used to being a bird. Virgil stepped up the back steps of one of the food trailers which was parked by the toilets. They were still hidden from crowd and Virgil raised his arm up toward the roof. Scott hopped off and onto the roof with a wobble.
"You really aren't that graceful, are you?" A voice came from below. Scott was tempted to give Virgil a bit of 'luck', but his brother knew better and was now standing out of reach.
Scott looked up at the sky and spread his large brown wings. The wind ruffled his feathers and the urge to fly filled him. A few steps and wing beats and he was in the air. He took a moment to enjoy the sensation as he reached the right height. Once there he looked over the fair, he could already see people pointing and he had a feeling he'd be in the local papers, but it had to be done. He made a mental map of the fair and started a systematic search. He used the wind when he could, so he could glide over the fair. He followed the paths below, using his excellent bird vision to search the crowds for his brothers. It didn't take long until he spotted them, queuing for a rollercoaster that they had already been on, candyfloss and waffles in their hands. Relief and annoyance filled Scott as he curved back towards John and Virgil and perched on the indicated telephone pole. His brothers spotted him and stood up. Scott flew as slowly as he could, circling back around occasionally, until he landed on the ticket hut for the rollercoaster Alan and Gordon were about to get on. Virgil gave him the okay, and John headed to the ride's exit to wait for them.
Scott looked around. He was very aware that people were looking at him. He stood out. Changing back was going to harder than he anticipated. Virgil seemed to notice his hesitation and waited. Scott looked around again. They were close to an exit, and if he could, he would have sighed. It would be safest to transform away from the fair. With that he took off and flew to perch on a telephone pole just outside the fair. When Virgil had wondered within metres of the pole he flew off and headed to the back of the grass field, where a corn field started. Virgil knew better than follow his brother 'as the crow flies' so headed down the path towards the field. Scott had flown low over the field so no-one would see him drop down. He transformed on the floor and made his way towards the corner Virgil would approach from, carefully crouching to stay hidden.
"Scott? You in there?" Virgil called.
"I'm here!" Scott called back and waited, moving the corn near him so Virgil had something to look for. Virgil came up to him with a smirk on his face. Yes, this was rather undignified, but his brothers had been found and that was all that mattered to Scott. Scott quickly dressed and headed back to the fair with Virgil. They met up with John and a rather sheepish looking Alan and Gordon, at the exit of the rollercoaster. Scott gave the security a call, who confirmed that they now had eyes on all of them, though he wasn't happy about Scott giving him the slip. Scott pointed out it wouldn't have happened if they'd done their job right.
"Right you two." Scott gave his youngest brothers a glare. "Dad will hear about this. You know that we had to stay together, and you deliberately ran off."
Gordon opened his mouth to say something, but Scott gave him a look and he kept quiet.
"I should take us all home, but I don't want to go as much as you do. So, we'll stay, but only if you stay in sight. Any funny business and we go. Got it?"
A nod from Alan and Gordon and Scott was satisfied enough. They knew he meant it from previous excursions.
"Right, I believe there are some dodgems over that way. Something we can all do together." Scott said, pointing in the correct direction. With smiles all round they headed that way. Virgil stole Gordon's candyfloss bag and nabbed some before throwing it to Scott. Scott grabbed some out of it before holding high above his head, out of Gordon's reach.
"Hey! Give it back! Get your own!" Gordon jumped up trying to reach the bag but falling short.
Scott chuckled. "I think you've had enough sugar already. You need to save room for dinner, I believe Grandma's cooking."
The grimace on Gordon's face was priceless. Alan's wasn't much happier, and Scott definitely wasn't going to tell them that he was in charge of dinner that night. Quick and simple was on the books, if anyone was still hungry.
"After I've smashed you in the dodgems, we had better eat as much as we can." Alan said to his partner in crime.
"Hey, I'm going to be the one bumping into you!" Gordon stated, giving Alan a gentle push.
"Hey! Hey! Hey!" Scott chuckled, "After the stunt you two pulled, you'd both better be looking out. I've got my eyes set on both of you!"
With thanks to @gumnut-logic, @the-original-sineater, @mariashades for all the help; and @soniabigcheese for creating this wonderful were!verse.
He was so dead.
Scott was going to kill him. Virgil was going to wrap him up and never let him out. John would lecture him.
But Gordon…Gordon would kill him and then lecture him for hours and then wrap him up and never let him out.
He was so, so dead.
Alan looked around him. In the distance he could see Tracy Island. It looked a lot smaller than usual…even the other islands – jutting outcrops of rocks really – seemed too far away for his weary arms.
He could see Gordon now, hands on hips and that pinched mouth he copied from their older brothers whenever the terrible two did something wrong…
‘Here, Allie, I bought you this.’ The giant inflatable alligator Gordon had bought him was floating in the pool alongside Gordons’ giant pink flamingo. ‘An allie for an Allie! Use it whenever you feel like, just remember it is for exclusive use in the pool.’
The ‘gator was currently mostly deflated and had stopped supporting his weight some time ago. Gordon was going to be so pi…upset.
It had started as a normal day. There had been a heatwave for almost a week, and the clear blue sky and gently lapping waves had convinced Alan to take the inflatable into the cove. Unfortunately, a couple of hours later here he was, far from the island as a riptide had caught him unawares when he floated out of the cove.
He hoped his brothers would notice he was missing soon and come rescue him. Alan had changed into his puppy form when he had begun to get tired, but that had been a while ago and doggy-paddle hadn’t got him anywhere.
At that precise time Scott was asking John to locate Alan. The teen had missed lunch, and considering he had slept through breakfast (which was normal), Scott’s Scooter-sense was beginning to ramp up.
‘His watch says he’s on the beach in the cove, but I’m not seeing any life signs there.’
By the time John had finished talking Scott had already stripped and transformed. In his eagle form he could scan the area quickly and locate their missing brother. He knew that John and Five would be scanning too, but even then he needed to be there.
Scott flew down to the cove and outward. As he did he saw Gordon diving into the water and he knew he wasn’t alone, which was a comfort.
It didn’t take long to spot a flash of gold and green in the middle of the ocean. Scott kept circling, watching as Gordon, in seal form, popped up beside their baby brother. The puppy was tangled in the remains of the inflatable, the buoyancy helping to keep him afloat just.
But there was a problem. Gordon could move Alan in his puppy form, but it would be a difficult task and increase the likelihood that Alan might slip out of his grasp. Scott was even more useless. Thankfully they didn’t have to work that problem out.
Virgil, in Two, had followed Scott from a distance so as to not distract his bird senses, but now it was his turn. He set Two to hover and opened the cargo bay doors. Scott flew in and transformed, grabbing the clothes Virgil had left there. While he dressed Virgil had taken the rescue platform down and picked up both youngest brothers.
Gordon transformed immediately upon reaching the medbay, but Alan was too exhausted, so Scott found himself towelling off a very sleepy puppy. EOS remote-piloted Two home so Virgil could stay with his brothers, and John watched in holoform.
Once Alan was dry Scott shifted to one side so Virgil could do his thing. Gordon gently nudged him as they watched the yellow light play over Alan. Nothing flagged up except for exhaustion alongside dehydration and there was a collective sigh. Virgil and Gordon returned to the cockpit and John watched as Scott sat on the bed and manoeuvred the puppy’s head onto his lap.
By the time Two was docked Alan was not a puppy anymore. Instead the youngster was himself, still curled up on Scott’s lap, still fast asleep, and Scott carried him to his room. Where they were all promptly shooed out by Grandma.
Alan wandered into the living room a couple of hours later. He was hungry and thirsty but didn’t feel like eating much. Scott was nowhere to be seen (thank goodness) but he could hear Virgil and Gordon in the kitchen talking to John. He didn’t feel up to the lecture he knew he was both due for and deserved, so he curled up on one of the couches and chose an old sci-fi film to watch quietly.
He wasn’t watching for long before his eyes started drooping and Alan found himself drifting off to sleep again. He was out of it when his brothers made their way upstairs, the three middle brothers smiling fondly as he gently snuffled in his sleep.
Virgil had only just sat down beside him when Alan let out an almighty sneeze. It was loud enough to make everyone jump, and as was usual for the youngest, he immediately transformed back into his puppy-self. He didn’t wake up though, and Virgil shared a knowing glance with John and Gordon.
‘Poor Allie is exhausted still.’
‘Probably got a chill coming on, out like that in the heat.’
‘Well, you know what that calls for, don’t you?’
They said it in unison:
‘Tracy Puppy Pile!’
Virgil transformed into his wolf-self and wiggled his bulk behind Alan who also moved so that the pup was curled up and nestled into the thick fur on his brother’s flank. John, also transformed into his cat-self, took up a position in front but to the side, so that he was laying across Alan’s legs and his head was on Alan’s shoulder. Gordon stayed in human-form, a seal wasn’t any use here, taking up the other side and resting an arm on Alan’s back.
Everyone was warm and content, waiting for Scott to return in One. The movie played on unheeded, and eventually Virgil and Gordon drifted off to sleep too. Virgil’s gentle snores were more of a rumble, and John’s purring provided the perfect counterbalance.
A couple of times Alan half stirred, not waking but pedalling his legs as if he was running, possibly having a nightmare. When he did John would stand beside him, making biscuits on his shoulder and grooming his ear while purring louder to calm him down, or Virgil would shift slightly, ensuring his tail was wrapped tightly around him.
By the time Scott made it home they were all fast asleep, and Scott smiled softly. Gently and slowly he lifted Virgil’s head up and slid in underneath, placing his arm across the wolf’s ruff to rest a hand on Alan’s head. Even asleep both brothers relaxed at his touch. John, feeling the shifting, opened one eye to see what was going on, then shifted ever so slightly so that his nose was now resting on Scott’s little finger. Not to be outdone, Gordon’s arm moved so that now he too was touching his eldest brother, resting his hand lightly on Alan’s head but touching Scott’s wrist.
Yes, there would need to be words said later, but everyone was safe.
Scott had been soaring though the sky above him. Virgil had been running along the ground beneath him.
A rare day off, some time to be their other selves. It had been unplanned but needed, the amount of rescues they had attended had not allowed them any time to exercise the way they needed to.
Virgil was racing through the forest, heading for the lake when a strange scent made him stop. He sniffed the air cautiously. Something was very strong down by the water, and he broke into a gentle lope down to the shore. He heard Scott calling, and he glanced up to see his brother circling overhead.
The smell was strong here, and before he even thought about it he was wading into the water. There were several dead fish floating, but something didn’t feel right about them. He nudged one with a paw. It didn’t move properly.
His wolf sense was ringing a loud alarm and he looked over his shoulder as Scott landed on the dirt bank. Virgil turned to shout a warning when there was a small explosion and he watched in horror as Scott became entangled with a net. He lunged forward, but his paw triggered something in the water, and a noose tightened around it, preventing him from reaching his brother.
There was the crackle of electricity and Scott fell still. Virgil redoubled his effort to get free, wishing he could just transform. But then the electricity hit him and he knew no more.
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