Warnings: Some angst?
+ Part 29
Heero jumped back, briefly
pressing the back of his hand to his cheek to check for blood, his eyes
on Wufei. The Chinese teen was panting, and looked as tired by the fight
as Heero felt. They had hit each other pretty hard by moments and Heero
and him both now sported the other's marks on their chests and limbs.
Buises weren't the only thing marking Wufei's skin anymore. Brownish stripes
contrasting sharply with his golden skin had appeared, sometimes darkening
until they were nearly black before a furious attack.
The werewolf leaned forward, waiting for the next attack with a touch
of nervousness. Their exchanges were becoming more and more violent and
he feared one of them was going to cause serious damage next time.
No attack came and, after a while, he arched an eyebrow in question.
Wufei stared at him through narrowed eyes for a few very long seconds,
then straightened up, lowering his guard.
"That's enough," he announced in a calmer voice, his stripes paling noticeably.
Heero straightened up, circumspect. The black-haired teen seemed to have
gotten rid of a big part of his bad mood, but that didn't prove that his
rational decision would be in the wolf's favor.
"Did you understand what was happening?" Wufei asked in a reserved and
Heero didn't ask what he was talking about.
"No. I only understood what it was that I wanted so bad when I saw you...
But it was too late. I'd been ... jumpy all day. And then I saw you there
and I forgot everything else. I didn't even think that maybe, you didn't
want it. In fact," he added in a whisper, "I didn't think about you at
The Chinese teen stared at him in silence for several long minutes, then
shrugged and looked away.
He still felt angry with Heero, and would probably resent him for a while,
but he wasn't as enraged as he'd been. The fight had helped him to calm
He couldn't afford to nurture murderous intents toward his teammate anyway.
They depended on each other too much; resentment could be fatal. He had
to forgive. No matter what his angry and spiteful side wanted him to do,
he could be better than that.
The reason he was so resentful wasn't really that he hadn't asked, since
Heero himself hadn't been fully in control of his actions. He couldn't
decently reproach him that. No, what pissed him off so much was that he'd
been treated like a bitch in heat, like a weak female to claim and possess.
As if he was a...
'Meiran would slap me into next year
if she knew that I still assume that "weak and defenseless victim" still
rhymes with "woman",' he thought suddenly, his anger disappearing
What made him so mad was to have been under Heero, to have been penetrated.
Just like a woman. Just as if he weren't a man anymore. As if Heero had
stolen his virility.
'And I proved to myself that I was still
a man by beating him up. Great proof of maturity. And being a man doesn't
just mean being able to hit like some bully...' he repeated, trying
to convince himself. It was hard because he had always been, under the
cool exterior, an extremely passionate... an extremely 'violent' person.
And since the beginning of the war, he wasn't controlling this side of
him so much anymore. It was hard not to answer by violence to something
he interpreted as an attack.
Enough auto-psychoanalysis for today. He would meditate later, for now
he needed to put away those spiteful feelings toward his teammate. It
was more intelligent than to resent Heero for years for an accident, even
though Wufei had been the victim of said accident.
Heero was standing a few feet away, head hanging, looking like he was
only barely managing not to squirm like a child.
"...From what Sally said, about pheromones, you were probably just as
far under the influence as I was, maybe deeper. Would you say she was
Heero blinked, startled. "... I was under the influence, that's true,
"Were you interested in me before that happened?"
His immediate response was a snort, and Wufei smirked faintly.
"No offense, but I can't see you this way. Well..."
"Stop while you're ahead, Yuy," Wufei warned him. "I think I'll end up
forgiving you after a while. It doesn't mean that I'm not angry with you
anymore. I AM pissed at you for your carelessness, and I will stay pissed
for a while. But... That won't last forever," he added with a sigh. "But
if ever you feel yourself go into heat again and you approach me anyway,
I will drive your thick skull through a wall, is that understood?"
Heero nodded, relieved. Their relationship wasn't irreparably broken.
"...Still..." he murmured, eyes lowered. "I... I feel like I..."
Heero blinked and looked up at the other boy, surprised. He rarely used
people's first name, and Heero would have thought that they wouldn't be
on a first name basis for a while.
Wufei sighed with aggravation and ran a hand through his hair, frowning.
The other teen was once again blaming himself for everything. Strangely
enough, two minutes earlier he'd been doing the same thing, blaming everything
on Yuy. But now, the fact that himself did deeply annoyed him.
"You were just as high as me. You didn't induce this voluntarily, planning
to take advantage of my moment of vulnerability. And it isn't as if it
was... unpleasant... at the time. Physically, it was... ok," he forced
the words out of his mouth, embarrassed and a little ashamed to have to
admit out loud that he had felt pleasure in the act. "It doesn't mean
that it was what I would have chosen if I had a choice, and that's why
I'm angry. But it's nothing worse than that, okay?"
The Japanese teen nodded, relieved. If Wufei himself didn't see it like
"Still, I can't help but wonder what sort of surprises that werewolf thing
still hides from us," the Chinese one growled.
Heero nodded thoughtfully.
"Hilde is here, we should ask..."
"She's here?" Wufei repeated, surprised.
He scowled. She probably knew that it could happen, but she hadn't said
anything. Okay, they'd been separated earlier than they should have been
at the school, but still... She should have warned them right away!
"I will have questions for her," he muttered, still irritated.
The two Asian pilots walked out of the gym, still a healthy distance between
them, but side-by-side and not quite as tense.
Halfway in the second corridor, Heero found Hilde's scent and signaled
for Wufei to follow him. The she-wolf wasn't far.
* * *
Hilde accompanied Catherine and Trowa inside the ship, but didn't follow
them to the common room where Sally was waiting. She could smell traces
of Heero's scent from the last night and it made her feel uneasy. Luckily,
his pheromones were less active now that time had passed, but she couldn't
smother the little spark of warmth in her belly in answer.
She scowled, crossing her arms defensively over her stomach. She hated
those instinctive responses; it made her feel like she was truly part
of a species that was lower than humans in the evolutionary scale. Dominated
by her instinct, as if rational thought didn't count anymore...
Sighing, the girl slid down the wall and sat down on the floor, her chin
resting on her knees. She had told Cathy and Trowa that she had to talk
to Heero before joining them and Sally.
In fact, she was more afraid to be trapped in a room with no other exits
by the local alpha male. But she didn't really want to tell them why.
No, she didn't want to see Duo's face if she told them that her pack leader
had given her an ultimatum. He had enough of her kicking the ass of every
male who tried to court her. He had decided that either she would take
a mate or he'd choose for her. She was sixteen, now, she was one of the
minority of non-sterile females, she was more than old enough to begin
He didn't care if she ended up hating her mate, he didn't care that more
than seven out of ten pregnancies in weres either terminated early on
or ended up with the children either malformed or stillborn... The varied
deficiencies were one of the unavoidable results of the reproduction between
creatures that by definition had an unstable genetic structure.
They couldn't count only on bitten humans to make sure that the Packs
didn't die out. Even carefully chosen, those who survived didn't always
end up being the right species. She was old enough to do her part for
the survival of her species.
She hated the ultimatum her pack leader had given her. But a pack-less
wolf wasn't worth much. She couldn't stand knowing that she was alone,
without a group to belong with, with no one to depend on and no one depending
on her. She had tried to replace her pack with the army, and it had worked,
until Duo opened her eyes on the kind of people hiding behind the ideals
they'd used to attract teenagers like her. She gave too big an importance
to her ideals to keep on fighting on their side after realizing the real
reason they were sent fighting, and then, she had found herself alone.
She'd tried to hold on to Duo for a time, but a friend wasn't a pack,
especially a friend with no sense of hierarchy, and she had been forced
to go back.
She was too young to switch packs. She had managed to convince her mother
to let her leave for the army once, with difficulty - as far as legal
permission went, her agreement was the only thing Hilde needed - but the
alpha had been too pissed off at them to ever let them try again such
a demonstration of independence. So she was reduced to bearing the pressure
of living in a village in the woods, her who had grown up on L2, sometimes
disappearing for a few weeks when the pressure became too strong and the
need to do something about the war overcame her... like now.
The sound of steps resonated in the corridor, jerking her out of her thoughts,
and she looked up tensely.
Duo paused when he saw her, then signaled for her to stay in place and
went to crouch against the wall, at her side.
"The amazing circus siblings are here," she told him in lieu of welcome,
nodding toward the door. "Where's Quatre?"
"He's getting a shower and clothes," he answered, sitting on the floor.
"You're not going to see your friends, Duo?" she asked, trying to gain
some time to explain why she wasn't inside with them.
"Well..." he murmured, embarrassed.
He looked right and left, then leaned toward her, whispering.
"To be frank... I really don't wanna be caught in a room with no escape
route, I'm kinda leery of what can happen if Heero's still floating on
his little pink pheromones cloud."
Her eyes widened and she burst out laughing.
"What do you mean, me too, Hildie?" Duo asked, confused.
The girl turned bright red.
The brunette sighed.
"If Ice-face's rut isn't finished yet... He'll probably react way more
violently to a female in age to reproduce than he reacted to his pack
mates. Unless he's queerer than a three-dollar bill."
Duo snickered. "Nah. He went after Sally. I really hope for you he's not
in heat anymore, it wasn't funny running away from him yesterday."
"You see, you would've had more fun if you'd let him catch you," she answered
back. He messed up her hair as revenge, and she squealed and tugged on
Distracted by the noise they were making, Hilde smelled them before she
heard them, just before they walked past the turn in the corridor. She
scrambled up, nervous but not wanting to admit it, and waited for them
Duo got up too, trusting her senses. Heero wasn't alone he realized with
some surprise, Wufei was walking besides him. Not too close, and... were
those bruises on their faces and arms?!
Hilde wasn't too worried about the state of the other weres. Heero's eyes
had turned to her and she had frozen. But to her great relief, his eyes
barely swept over her, turning to Duo instead.
At least he wasn't in heat anymore, she realized with relief. Otherwise
he would have already pounced.
Duo gave Hilde a nervous glance as the two males came closer.
"S'okay," she whispered, "looks like it passed."
Heero didn't hear the words, but the signification was easy to get from
the way Duo relaxed, when he'd looked ready to bolt two seconds earlier.
The wolf gritted his teeth. He hated that Duo would be wary of him that
Wufei and him arrived by the other teens and paused. They all stared at
each other alternatively for a few seconds, Duo and Heero especially searching
and avoiding each other's eyes.
"Oh, for the love of the gods, Yuy!!" Wufei exclaimed. "You didn't hesitate
like this earlier!"
Heero threw Wufei an annoyed glare, but lowered his eyes, still uneasy
"I'm less irresistible than you are, Wu-babe," Duo answered, trying to
direct Wufei's annoyance away from the Japanese pilot.
Wufei gave him a dark glare.
"Where are the others?" he asked Hilde irritably, ignoring Duo.
She pointed at the door behind them, and two seconds later he was dragging
her by her arm through said door, abandoning the two boys. She protested,
but he wasn't listening.
Heero sighed, vaguely relieved that Wufei had taken the reins in hands
to force Duo and him to face each other. Not only would it be easier,
but... he really hadn't liked the way his Wolf had noticed the girl.
"Whoa, Wufei seems to be in a good mood like always," Duo commented, crossing
his hands behind his head, a little nervous.
He felt stupid for making such an obvious observation, but the silence
made him uneasy.
"So, err... How are you? I mean... Seeing what happene--"
There was a short moment of silence. Duo let his hands drop at his sides,
staring at Heero, who was in turn observing his feet with rapt attention.
"I'm sorry, I..."
"That's okay," the American boy cut him. "You gave us all a good scare
but I know it wasn't your fault. Sally explained the hormones problem,
ok? I don't resent you. In fact, when I think 'bout it, it was sorta funny.
How's Trowa by the way?"
"He's fine... Still a little nervous about his new capabilities," he added
with a warning look.
"Got it, I won't tease him," the braided pilot winked back.
Heero relaxed slowly. Duo honestly seemed not to resent him, and, nervousness
disappearing, he was behaving exactly like before...
"Still... I..." he muttered, knowing how to present his excuses even less
than with Wufei.
"Heero..." Duo whispered, resting his hands on his comrade's shoulders
to make him face him. "I'm not angry. You didn't do anything to me..."
"But if I'd caught you, I would have!"
The American teen gave him an amused smirk.
"I'm very flattered to see that your libido responds to me that well.
And at least this way, we know for sure that you're at least bisexual,"
he added, grinning impishly.
The other boy seemed ready to forgive and forget the episode, and for
a moment, the Japanese teen felt hurt. Duo wasn't straight, so it was
hard not to take is as a personal rejection. But on another side, did
he really want to have a relationship with Duo? Sure, he could find him
sexually attractive, but was it worth risking their friendship and their
teamwork... and would Duo desire to risk the transformation just for a
relationship with Heero? It was asking a lot. And they were barely sixteen;
they would have the time to think about it later.
Heero sighed, then smiled shyly at Duo.
The braided teen hesitated a second, then pulled him into a brief hug.
Taken by surprise, Heero didn't get the chance to react before Duo stepped
"So... We going to see the others now? We only lack Quatre, he's gettin'
dressed. You coming?"
Heero chuckled softly and followed Duo inside.
* * *
As soon as he was inside, Duo went to perch on the couch's arm. Trowa
gave Heero a cryptic look.
"Still alive?" he asked, sounding indifferent.
The Japanese teen grimaced when he remembered that he'd been supposed
to get Trowa clothes. The other wolf didn't look like he'd be forgetting
that anytime soon, not that he would say anything out loud. Trowa had
his way to make you feel the weight of his disapproval.
"Sorry, I had a problem to take care of urgently with Wufei..."
"...Mmmyeah," the green-eyed teen answered, clearly doubtful.
He considered Heero in silence for a few seconds, indecipherable, then
his eyes wandered over to the bruise booming on the other wolf's cheekbone,
and softened a little. He nodded imperceptibly as acceptance of his excuse.
Smiling just with his eyes as he did sometimes, Heero fell in the couch
at the ex-mercenary's side, his arm thrown over the back of the couch,
behind his comrade's head.
Trowa shrugged and leaned back against the couch, looking indifferent.
Duo, who had followed the whole silent exchange, had a small, amused smile.
Wufei gave the two werewolves a surprised look. They didn't even seem
to notice that they were close enough for their thighs to brush against
each other and that Heero's arm was practically around Trowa's shoulder;
or if they'd noticed, they didn't care.
"Maybe you'd be more comfortable on his lap, Yuy," he commented wryly.
Heero and Trowa stared at him, surprised, and then exchanged a look. Indeed
they were sitting very close, but it didn't really bother any of them.
The other was safe to be around.
"That's standard in a pack, Wufei," Hilde informed him with amused chuckle.
"I remember when I visited my cousins, we slept in a pile, it was cool..."
Trowa nodded slowly. It seemed logical to him. He'd never been relaxed
in anyone's personal space before. But the only thing his instincts told
him was that the one so close was of his own. No wariness, just a feeling
of belonging with.
"I don't know what you're doing here, Hilde, but it's a good thing," Heero
said, changing the subject. "What happened yesterday proved that there
are too many things that we don't know about Weres. It's dangerous."
Wufei and Trowa nodded in silence. The girl sighed.
"You got questions?" she asked, sitting cross-legged on the coffee table,
facing the couch.
"We'd better wait for Quatre," Wufei remarked.
"We wait," Heero acquiesced, nodding.
"Shouldn't be long now," Duo commented. "He just needed to take a quick
Trowa turned his face away when he heard the name, and got elbowed in
the ribs by Heero in result. He looked at him, meeting his steel blue
eyes evenly. Heero glanced at the door, asking silently if he wanted to
get out to talk about it, but Trowa shrugged.
"I'm not going to gouge his eyes out if that's what's worrying you," he
"Hn," growled Heero as he crossed his arms over his chest, unconvinced.
* * *
When Quatre arrived, about fifteen minutes later, Sally, Duo, Hilde and
Cathy were chatting quietly, Wufei was meditating in a corner and Trowa
and Heero, each slumped against one armrest of the couch, were taking
a short nap, though if asked they would have insisted that they were just
resting their eyes. One of Trowa's legs was thrown across Heero's thigh.
"Guys? Um, were you waiting for me?" Quatre asked softly, unwilling to
disturb the peace.
Trowa opened his eyes and straightened up, glancing at the newcomer. His
eyes met Quatre's by accident and instinctively, still confused about
the way to handle things with him, he let them ice over and slide off
as if nothing was keeping his attention. He felt a brutal pinch of pain
and ashamed sadness for a second, and had to prevent himself from reaction
openly. What the HELL was that?
The feelings were dissipating as if he'd never felt them.
...As if they weren't his.
Trowa's eyes narrowed and he stared at Quatre, but the blond teen had
his head hanging and was going his best to look like he wasn't there.
"You could have hurried, we were waiting for you," Wufei informed him.
"We were going to ask Hilde questions about Weres..."
"Oh, that's a good idea," commented Quatre, relieved to have the attention
redirected elsewhere. The latecomer took place in an armchair on the other
side of the room, besides Sally.
Hilde turned a little to face most everyone, looking at them one after
"I feel like I'm lecturing a class. What am I gonna begin with... Hmm."
"The rut?" Duo asked with a smile that he was trying not to make nervous.
Heero nodded, his expression blank. "Does it happen often?"
Hilde shrugged and tried to think about it objectively.
"Depends. For canine weres, the alpha male goes into a rut about two to
three times more often than his subordinates. Which is logical since in
a pack the alpha pair is often the only one to reproduce, and the others
need their authorization even just to form a pair. The she-wolves have
heats too, but less intense. I know, normally with animals only the female
goes into heat, but since we're also humans, and because human males are
'always ready'... Well, I think that's why. No one ever researched it."
Sally nodded thoughtfully and wrote something in her notebook.
"Three times as often? How many times a year are we talking about?" Heero
The idea deeply bothered him. Losing control that badly wasn't something
he could deal with as well as he dealt with the Wolf's instincts. He could
redirect those instincts to his cause. Protect the pack or his friends,
attack OZ or prey, it wasn't so far off. But he wasn't going to screw
enemies to death, and so far the only one of his allies who hadn't reacted
badly to his rut was Trowa, but then, he hadn't been at his most rational.
He'd scared Sally and Catherine off, Wufei still resented him deeply,
and as for Duo, Heero hadn't expected it to hurt so much that he would
be wary of him, even if him sitting by his side proved that the braided
teen didn't intend to let the incident change their relationship.
"Depends of the age of the male and a ton of other factors, number of
females in a pack, number of other males... The more females there are
and the less often there are ruts, because a male could be tempted to
go after another one than his mate and the females would attempt to kill
each other over it. Since there aren't a lot of female weres, everyone's
gotta be careful," she explained.
Heero nodded thoughtfully.
"My 'pack' is only comprised of males... Do you think it will happen to
"Well, yeah. You're a teenager and you have a very stressful life, I'd
say around once every four or five months. Maybe more often. Once you're
adult or mated, it will calm down... Generally, having sex regularly out
of the rut augments the interval of time between two heats," she added,
expressionless. She knew that it wasn't something he would find easily.
"You just need to get yourself a girlfriend!" Duo commented without thinking.
Heero glared at him, stung by the careless suggestion.
"And who? Hilde? No thanks, I'll just lock myself up somewhere next time."
"Like hell you will!!" Hilde growled, slamming her hand against the coffee
table. The sudden noise made them jump.
"One, it's dangerous, two, it wouldn't be of any use! You'll be in heat
until you satisfy your impulses... It can calm down for a while, and so
you'll think it's finished, and then it will come back twice as strong,
with no warning, and there you'll rape the first person you will land
your hand on, stupid!" she snarled at him passionately.
The Japanese pilot tensed, remembering the barely contained violence with
which he'd taken Wufei. He could have hurt him bad very easily, and he
was a weretiger, able to withstand that sort of abuse more easily than
a normal human. He imagined Sally's or Catherine's body, bloodied, broken,
and shivered uncontrollably. No way was he going to do that to anyone.
"Who do you propose then? Yourself?" he asked derisively.
Everyone saw her turn white.
"To get pregnant at barely sixteen? No thanks. The pill doesn't work for
werewolves. And you know of condoms for weres? I don't."
Quatre muttered something unintelligible and stared at his cup of tea,
wondering if he was the only one to be embarrassed by those frank discussions
"And other species?" he asked, trying to push away his stupid shyness.
That was information he needed to know, after all.
"Not a clue. Sorry... I think it probably kinda follows the animal you're
modeled after but apart from that..." she shrugged. "Oh. One thing. It
works more with canines because they're a lot more sensitive to smells,
but I think it works with other species too... If you get caught in the
rut of someone else, it almost counts as if the rut's yours, and so you'll
get to wait longer."
Wufei grumbled a 'good' under his breath. He was still preoccupied with
digesting the fact that he would have to go through it too, and in his
opinion it couldn't happen in too long.
"Not a lot more to say... " Hilde sighed. She felt like some tourist guide.
"Oh yeah, one thing. If the moon's at least halfway toward full, and that
you get flaming pissed at someone, there are chances that you will begin
to transform, unless you consciously make yourself stay human. So you
have to be careful and keep a hold of your violent feelings, because if
the first thing that changes is you getting spots or fur, you're not gonna
notice right away, and if someone sees you... If it's the full moon, don't
even try to stay human by nightfall, it's not possible. Anyway, violent
feelings have more effect on your appearance, and those favor the animal
The boys nodded glumly.
"The possibility to master one's appearance depends on the position in
the pack. Seeing as an Alpha usually has a stronger will than a guy at
the bottom of the ladder... And with time you'll learn to use it better...
I don't know if you noticed, but it's possible to only change your senses
or your resilience, yanno, give yourself a little boost. And if people
say that Weres are stronger than normal people, it's because it's not
that hard to reinforce your muscles. Most weres do it unconsciously, but
you can learn to do it at will."
"I think I'm already doing that," Wufei commented thoughtfully. "I was
faster than usual when I fought with Yuy..."
"You fought with Heero?" Duo replied, straightening up to stare at him.
Now he knew where the bruises were from. But Wufei had better have a good
"It was just a spar," the Chinese pilot replied with a shrug. "My instinctive
responses to his attacks were also better."
"Yes, my reaction time dropped quite noticeably as well," Quatre commented,
sipping his tea. "I wasn't slow before, but there are moments now when
I can't even follow my own movements... "
"That's because you act like a cat, but you watch it like you're a man,
kitty-Cat. You don't think you can see something that fast, so you don't.
But you still react to it, so you must see it... except you don't notice.
Err, I'm confusing myself here..." the young girl added, scratching at
Quatre laughed quietly.
"It's ok, I understood. I see but I don't realize, like a subliminal message..."
"Err... Yeah, kinda. Ah! About the moon, 'nother important thing. You
can go to the Colonies, no problem. But if you stay longer than one month
you'll be in deep shit. The's no moon influence, or too much, or maybe
it's that there's no variation in the influence or whatnot. Your bodies
can't use her to regulate the transformation, and it messes it all up."
"And? what does it do?" Heero asked, frowning.
The girl stopped smiling.
"Well... You won't even feel the need to transform. No impulse, nothing.
After a while, a month and a half, two months, you're gonna lose something
you need, get a ticket, or have an argument with a secretary, your boss,
a telemarketer. And you will transform, but it won't be because the moon's
pushing you, it will be 'cause your inner beastie is going off the deep
end. You won't be able to stop the transformation. You won't be able to
control the animal. And it will have two months of being totally locked
up to catch up. Know what that means?"
"... no..." Quatre murmured cautiously, suddenly not in any hurry to know.
"It means that the secretary who caused the transformation will get turned
into so much shredded meat," the girl announced, as coldly as she could.
"Her and her girlfriends who giggle stupidly and chatter between two phonecalls.
And the repairman coming for the coffee machine. And your boss. You heard
about the serial killer, twenty years ago, who left little bits of his
victims all over the place? He was a werepuma who's forgotten to come
back in time."
The group shivered as one.
"We won't be able to live on a colony...?" Quatre whispered, his eyes
His family... His father, his sisters... He could never go back home?
"Of course you can," Hilde reassured him. "Hey, I grew up on L2 until
I was eleven, yanno. You jut need to make trips down to Earth regularly...
but well... I mean, maybe you'll be better off staying on Earth. I grew
up on a colony so I'm okay, but a lot of Weres can't take being in Space
for long. The scents are too different, they feel the artificial gravity
more, they turn claustrophobic after so long of not seeing the sky, things
"We'll see when we get there. I don't think any of us want to plan on
the long term. You're saying that for short periods of time, we can stay
on a colony without problems?"
"So long as in ain't more than one month, yeah."
"It shouldn't be a problem for missions then. If it can be longer, we'll
"I knew that it would be useful to be the only one not to turn furry once
a month," he declared with a little laugh.
Quatre wondered if he was the only one to hear the wrongness in his voice,
the thing that said how little he was actually happy about the state of
things, contrary to what his tone implied. Maybe was it his empathy warning
him of the difference between the inside and the facade...
"Guys, any other questions to ask Hilde about Weres?" the braided boy
continued, seeing that she was starting to have enough of it.
The concerned glanced at each other, then Trowa and Heero shrugged and
Quatre shook his head.
"Not right now. But it would be good if we had a way to contact you,"
"I'll give you a phone number. Or you can go through Sally. My section
chief gave me to her as liaison, she knows how to contact me."
"And your pack?"
"I left them a note. For them, I'm visiting human relatives on the colonies;
they won't be expecting me before the next full moon. And I'll send a
message about how I'm doing something else if I can't go back to them,
it's not a problem."
"You sure? We don't want you to get in trouble..."
"No, it's okay, I swear," she reassured her friend, glad that she wasn't
Duo. There was nothing preventing her from lying.
Everyone exchanged looks, wondering what to talk about now.
"What if we talked business?" Duo suggested. "Now that we don't have
to worry about Trowa? It's been a long time since the last time we attacked,
OZ is gonna think that we abandoned..."
The other boys nodded. Sally closed her notebook and got up, signaling
for Cathy and Hilde to follow her.
"Better leave you alone then. You'll tell us if you need help later,"
the doctor commented. "For now I have theories to test. You will give
me other blood and skin samples later, boys," she added as she walked
out of the room, amused by their groans of protestation.
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