Alas, there is no original story. Just all these drabbles. So here's one about Jesse finding out about what Gene calls him. XD
"You know, feral werewolves are not given a wolf name."
"Really? Why not?" Gene asked. It was so rare that Jesse talked about what he was and how it related to the packs. Gene did his best not to pry, but that didn't mean he wasn't curious. Being curious about everything that had to deal with Jesse had always been a fault of his.
"There's no point. A feral werewolf won't acknowledge it. It's just a word with no meaning." Jesse snorted. "There's some people who say that the only name a feral will respond to is the one given to them by their mate, but most werewolves think it's just... you gave it a name, didn't you?"
Gene realized his face must have gone pale, because Jesse was suddenly look at him with way too much intensity. Smooth. He needed to be smooth. "So... er... how about that weather?
"Gene, what do you call me when I'm in werewolf form?" Jesse said in that even, dangerous tone of his. Gene swallowed hard.
Oh dear lord, he was doomed.
"Puppy," Gene replied, wincing even as he said the word. Jesse stared at him in open mouth shock. For a few blessed seconds Gene actually thought that he might get out of this without being yelled out. Then incoherent rage took over Jesse features. This was going to get loud. At that very moment, the full moon crested the horizon.
Gene had never, ever been so glad to see Jesse change in his life.
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Date: 2/11/08 04:32 pm (UTC)"You know, feral werewolves are not given a wolf name."
"Really? Why not?" Gene asked. It was so rare that Jesse talked about what he was and how it related to the packs. Gene did his best not to pry, but that didn't mean he wasn't curious. Being curious about everything that had to deal with Jesse had always been a fault of his.
"There's no point. A feral werewolf won't acknowledge it. It's just a word with no meaning." Jesse snorted. "There's some people who say that the only name a feral will respond to is the one given to them by their mate, but most werewolves think it's just... you gave it a name, didn't you?"
Gene realized his face must have gone pale, because Jesse was suddenly look at him with way too much intensity. Smooth. He needed to be smooth. "So... er... how about that weather?
"Gene, what do you call me when I'm in werewolf form?" Jesse said in that even, dangerous tone of his. Gene swallowed hard.
Oh dear lord, he was doomed.
"Puppy," Gene replied, wincing even as he said the word. Jesse stared at him in open mouth shock. For a few blessed seconds Gene actually thought that he might get out of this without being yelled out. Then incoherent rage took over Jesse features. This was going to get loud. At that very moment, the full moon crested the horizon.
Gene had never, ever been so glad to see Jesse change in his life.