#patrick antrim

It started a few months ago. He’d seen her boxing in the gym and gave her some pointers, and the rest is history. Patrick Antrim taught Teyla the ‘right’ way to fight in case she got in anymore scuffles, although he warned her against it because her past was messy enough. She tried to explain to him that her battle magic was pretty strong if unrefined, but he was old school and preferred hand-to-hand combat. Even taught her how to disarm a perpetrator.

Today they were sparring at the station, about halfway through as they went around in a circle facing each other. He kept slapping her upside the head, telling her to block instead of just pouncing. But she was being too impatient, too fiery. Her head rung and pounded and she just wanted him to stop, so she kneed him in the groin. “Fuck, sorry,” she panted. “Uh, reflexes.” It appeared his lessons had some merit, but she didn’t want to admit it, wouldn’t. She learned more from Chief Antrim than that Mallory kid, and much preferred his company.

After putting out the fire on Cedar Boulevard most of his coworkers left the scene but James, in charge for the day, stayed onsite to wait for the police. They had to cross-reference information with lots and lots of paperwork. He couldn’t help but sigh in exacerbation as he saw Chief Antrim’s vehicle pull up. This encounter would be worse than the fire itself because of how close Patrick was to that Vampire Katherine and how neither of them trusted James after six years.

“It looks like an accident,” he said as the man got out of his car. “The fire. Stovetop left unattended. The woman, a miss--” he looked at his clipboard “--Sarah Hallings already told us it was her mistake. No foul play from the looks of it. Minimal damage, caught fairly early on.” Patrick was a fucking stone, not showing any emotion. It irked James more than he cared to admit.

In bed, his cell phone started going crazy. Rafael rubbed his eyes and apparently the bakery had been...robbed? Who would rob a bakery? There were no large bills and... God, it was too late to think straight, but Rafael got dressed and drove to work to view the damage. The clock read 1:08am. He probably wouldn’t get back to sleep before his shift began, but he was still so rushed he put his shirt on inside out underneath a heavy, black hoodie.

Upon arriving at the scene, a man was inspecting the building where broken glass littered the sidewalk and chairs and tables inside. Fucking asshole. In his half-asleep stupor, Rafael wrongly thought the man was the perp. But of course enough time had been allotted that the real person had fled long ago. “Hey puto, think you can fuck with my shop? What’d ya do, destroy the display cases? Fuck outta here, I worked too hard for this to let you take my dignity.” He marched up to the man and didn’t notice the badge attached to his waist, but got dangerously close to pushing him backwards.

Mother’s Day was coming up and James knew Aliza had a daughter many years ago. She may not consider herself a mother anymore, he didn’t know, but he wanted to do something special for her. He had found a good roast recipe and some of her favorite vegetables, and had made the preparations to see her over the weekend. He could make the food in advance or make it at her house, he hadn’t decided yet. He was in the supermarket, trying to choose between asparagus and corn, when out of the corner of his eye he spotted something familiar. Upon looking up, it was the chief of police. They’d worked together a few times, but James hadn’t had the chance to talk to him once he’d ‘risen.’ He felt like he had to talk to him, but didn’t know what to say. “Patrick,” he said, calling him over. Panic started to settle in since he didn’t know where to go from there. “What’re you doing at a grocery store?” he asked rather stoicly, not thinking about the daughter Patrick had at home.

Patrick was born in Boston, Massachusetts and his knowledge of Lethe was limited to the few summers he spent visiting his grandparents there as a child to the great reluctance of his parents. He joined the police force in Boston when he turned of age and he married his high school sweet-heart, Eleanor, not long after. His life was peaceful and good: his job was on the fast-track for success, he and his wife were expecting their first child, and he was happy. At least until he became a werewolf in his early twenties, triggering the gene that his family actively tried to forget existed, and he became the pariah of his family. Though he and his wife toughened things out for eleven years, Eleanor’s fear of the wolf and the danger of it eventually won out and the final years of their marriage were often spent in icy silences or shouting fights. After their divorce and custody battle was over, Patrick relocated to Lethe, taking up residence in his grandparents now empty home.

His arrival in Lethe was typical of anyone else requesting residency in the town and he joined the Lethe Police where his experience allowed him to quickly rise through the ranks and he became chief fairly quickly. He knows most of the goings on in town and he’s on a first-name basis with most of the people in Lethe, though not always in good ways. While he can be lenient depending on the situation and stoic under pressure, his temper is legendary when set off and it has only grown worse since his daughter’s disappearance in 2016. Because of this and his general dislike of being a werewolf in general, Patrick only does the minimum requirements as a member of the pack and often only interacts with a few of the wolves, namely friend and alpha, Meyer Lowell, or the curiosity of Nikolai Sokolov. Though Patrick is a good chief, there’s always been whispers about his associations with Katherine Irving and the obvious connection the two of them share. Their first meeting was years ago and yet nothing has happened between them to the disappointment of the town’s loudest supporters, but most people believe it’s only a matter of time. To him, he values her and there’s no person in town that he’s closer with, but he also worries about the blatant obstacles between them that came from being a werewolf and a vampire and he need only hear a word before acting.