[ Well, it's as good as it's going to get, Hank can feel Gavin fading. He has to act fast and he really hopes Gavin doesn't remember this next part because it's gonna be awkward as hell once they make it out of here. ]
You can tell 'em yourself.
[ Hank pulls Gavin close, gently to try and keep the movement from hurting. His teeth start to sharpen, eyes shifting from blue to a deep amber as he lets that part of him free from its cage, if only momentarily. He hates this part, it isn't sexy like the way vampires are in the movies or anything like that.
He has to kill Gavin to do this. It won't be pretty.
He reaches down and bites the other man's neck, growling low and deep as his teeth sink past flesh and straight to bone. It's the only way to do it, to hold him there till he stops moving and Hank's curse becomes his own. Hank doesn't enjoy it, he's never had the stomach for human flesh, but he knows if he bites down hard enough it'll be quick.
[ Gavin's slipping away fast enough that he can't even think anything about what he sees. He's dying, hallucinating, maybe Hank's eyes have always been amber like that...
He doesn't feel it when he bites, already in so much pain. But when it hits his bone, his marrow, starts to seep in— He gasps and chokes loudly, limbs twitching and convulsing for a few seconds as his head dips back.
Then he stops. Mercifully, it is indeed quick. Gavin's eyes roll back into his head and he stops moving entirely.
Not that long after, his breathing starts up again. Each inhale less wheezy than the last. ]
[ Hank pulls away once Gavin stops moving. He can feel the moment he gets turned, the moment Gavin stops smelling like a dead human and starts to feel like something else. Part of Hank's pack. Fuck, he's gonna have to deal with that but not right this second. First he has to wipe the blood off his mouth and see what he can do about the scene. He'd already called in Gavin's injuries, so he'll just have to bullshit some update with dispatch and go from there. People won't look too closely if he greases the right palms.
But those are worries for another time, too. Right now he has to get Gavin out of here and take him somewhere safe while he recovers. He's probably gonna be hungry as hell when he wakes up, too. Good thing he doesn't have to be gentle with the guy now that he's a fucking werewolf, because the best Hank can do is grab his ass off the ground and toss him over his shoulder so they can make a quick getaway to his car.
Once in the car, Hank deposits Reed in the back seat, rather unfortunately laying him on Sumo's favorite towel. Oh well, he'll have to get used to the wet dog smell eventually. ]
Dispatch, belay that last order from me. Stupid fucker was wearing his vest and he scared the shit outta me. I'm taking his ass home, you guys should still come sweep the scene, but me and Reed are outta here. Anderson out.
[ He's still out of it, only slightly aware that Hank's even picked him up. Things are getting less... numb. Now he feels kind of hot, like a slight fever is simmering under is skin for a moment. So many changes are happening as his DNA is rewritten, as bone and sinew are stitched back together.
Still bleeding a little though. He oofs when he's in the back seat. Then grumbles at the smell, ugh, what the fuck? What is that? He manages to flail an arm, grabbing the towel and tossing it on the floor of the car. ]
Hnnnggh fuck, reeks of wet dog...
[ Then suddenly he starts to cough and next thing he knows he's coughed two bullets into the palm of his hand. ]
Wh'the'fuck...? [ Is he drunk? High on pain meds? What is happening? ]
[ Hank chuckles from the front seat. Gavin's recovering faster than he would've figured, actually. He must be a natural—which probably says something unkind about the guy, but Hank's never been one to hold too many kind thoughts toward anybody really. ]
Better get used to it, pal.
[ Hank turns around in his seat once they're at a stoplight, taking a look to see the damage Reed's blood has left on his seat. As for coughing up bullets, well... yeah, that's never fun. Hank's been there, but he figures he'll leave the "so you're a werewolf now" talk to once they get to his place. ]
You mind? The towel was to keep your blood off my upholstery.
[ Get used to what? He hears a few more bullets hit the floor as he shifts around, trying to look at Hank.
The light from the stoplight is suddenly too bright and he flinches, covering his eyes. Everything is too loud for a moment, buzzing and humming. He hears the man in the car next to then sneeze. ]
Wuh? Oh. Yeah. Sorry.
[ It fucking reeks though; he manages to reach down with his nose closed and wipe at some of the blood. But he gets too dizzy again and drops it, rolling onto his back at staring at the ceiling of Hank's car. ]
[ Yeah, Hank doesn't envy what Gavin is going through. Hank's own transformation sucked and he had to do that shit alone in the woods. He's sure not gonna let Gavin go through that—that's the biggest reason he's gunning it to get home. ]
Almost there, Reed. Might wanna close your eyes and start counting backwards. Or I dunno, whatever you do to zen out.
[ He does so, pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes. The world is still spinning but it seems a little better like that. In, out. In, out. Focusing on his own breathing helps, even though his pulse is like a caged bird behind his ribs. ]
I seem like a 'zen' kinda guy to you?
[ It's a good sign, when Gavin tries to be a smart ass. His voice is hoarse and a little rumbly. ]
[ Hank chuckles. It's good to hear Reed snarking him, at least he's not losing his head or anything. For now. They'll have to see what happens when the full moon comes around, but that's a whole other problem too. ]
Well, I left my stress balls and Sumo's chew toys at home, so you'll have to make do.
[ Luckily with Hank's reckless driving they should make it to his place very soon. Gavin won't have to suffer too long. ]
[ As the seconds tick on, Gavin becomes more and more... aware, if that makes any sense. He has to be stoned, it doesn't make any sense otherwise. Everything is too loud and bright and it's making his teeth hurt. He clenches them, hissing in and out through them as Hank drives.
[ Hank pulls into his driveway right as Gavin starts whining. It figures of course, that's just how it is. ]
Alright, we're here.
[ Hank parks the car and quickly goes around to the passenger seat, reaching over to grab Gavin out of the backseat. Yeah, you're still getting manhandled. ]
[ Why is Hank yankin' him around so much all of a sudden? He almost forgets he'd just been riddled with gunshot woulds when he drags him out and they make their way to his front porch.
He manages to look down, expecting more dripping blood but... there isn't any. It's caked and congealed to the remnants of his shirt, down his jeans, but under the ripped fabric is his unharmed stomach. ]
[ Hank foregoes the front door, carrying Gavin around the back to the cellar. Don't worry, it's fairly cozy down there, except for the fact that everything is bolted down and there are scratch marks all over the place. ]
[ And... they're not going in Hank's front door. Around the back... and... wait what. The basement. Is this where Hank reveals he has some sex dungeon or some shit?! What the fuck!
He fidgets a little. ]
You better start with why we're not going in your front door, asshole!
I don't want you peeing all over my nice furniture.
[ Hank answers facetiously. Okay, that's not the real reason, but the joke will be a lot funnier in retrospect.
Don't worry, there's a cot and a fridge and it all looks very... bunker-y, but it's not like it's a jail cell down here.
Well, except for the chains under the bed but there's a perfectly good reason for that. And anyway, Hank drops Gavin on the bed somewhat gently, though you'd never know it going by the way he rolls his eyes. ]
Look, you're about to get really pissed at me so I figure if you're gonna have a tantrum, you might as well do it where you can't break anything.
[ And that was just all kinds of not the kind of response he was expecting, so he physically and verbally fumbles as they head down into it. ]
W-What the fuck are you babbling about?
[ Do you have a piss fetish, Hank? What is happening! You throwing him on the bed isn't helping, his heart is suddenly pounding like a sledge hammer. ]
I don't need a fuckin' excuse to be angry— Jesus Christ why is everything so goddamn loud?!
[ His jeans rubbing against the sheets, the hum of the fridge in the corner (the food inside smells really good), Hank's breathing, the overwhelming stench of his drying blood. ]
[ Hank drags a chair over to the side of the bed. "Drags" as in, he knows the loud, sharp sound will sound especially shrill to Gavin but at least it should get him to pipe down. He can hear Gavin's heart going a mile a minute, and personally, he's not really sure what to do about these pack instincts that are gonna come with the territory here but Hank would take care of Gavin whether he was 'his' responsibility or not. No one deserves to just find this shit out the hard way. ]
Alright, sit your ass down and let's get this shit over with.
[ Hank takes a breath and lays his hands flat on his thighs, bracing himself for the onslaught of questions. ]
The answer to your questions is the same reason you're not fucking dead right now, Reed. You're gonna think I'm fucking crazy, but trust me. [ He's dead serious. ] I saved your life, but you're a werewolf now. I turned you.
[ It definitely does. He hisses, although it's actually closer to a growl, and he covers his hears. He glares at Hank, biting the insides of his cheeks hard.
He... huh. Something feels weird, in the back of his mind, when he looks at Hank now. Something different. Something fierce and... loyal? He can smell the whiskey he drinks on his breath, his cologne, the scent of Sumo on his clothes. Thirium and plastic from Connor.
Gavin drops his hands and listens and— ]
What the fuck? [ It's meant to sound sarcastic but it comes out a little more hysterical. ] Werewolf?! You are fucking crazy, Hank, that—
[ He's about to go on a tirade but it stops as abruptly as it starts. Gavin sort of crumples and looks down at his stomach that he knows was riddled with fatal wounds not too long ago. He looks at his hands. ]
[ Yeah, the disbelief and the crazy talk was about what he expected. Hank just crosses his arms and nods. ]
How long have we known each other? Have I ever been the type to mess around about this? I wouldn't joke about this shit, Reed.
[ The healed wounds really speak for themselves, Hank knows he doesn't have to push too hard in that department. If Gavin remembers getting shot, he should know what should have happened. ]
That's right. You didn't. I wasn't about to explain all the fucking technicalities while you were dying, so here we are. Ask away.
[ That's the thing, he's totally right. And in hindsight, there sure were a lot of things that Hank just... walked away from with hardly a scratch. All those red ice raids, never getting injured when others did.
Fuck. Fuck.
He takes a shaky breath and looks back up at him, putting his hands down on his lap. Gavin chews on his lip for a moment, noting how quickly the chewed up flesh in his mouth healed over. ]
So... what? You my master or whatever now? Am I your little errand bitch? What's the arrangement here?
[ Of all the things, that's hardly the first Hank expected Gavin to ask about. ]
Woah, hey, that ain't how I do things. You think I saved your life so you could be some kinda servant to me? Please.
[ Hank raises his hands placatingly, shaking his head. ]
Look, I'm not going around to start my own pack or whatever the fuck. And to be completely fucking honest, I've never turned anybody, so I dunno what comes next, as far as you and me are concerned. I promised... some people I wouldn't. But I wasn't gonna let you die for saving my dumb ass.
[ He's used to people only ever expecting something from him, it's the first thing his mind jumps to; his mouth twists around a bit as he absorbs that, clicking his fingernails together. ]
Y'mean there isn't a DPD werewolf squad?
[ The quip is to hide the... interesting little feeling that flutters in his gut at that answer. Jesus, Hank, don't start making him think he's special or anything. Saving his life when he's been nothing but an asshole to you for years? Fuck.
Fuck, why is Hank such a goddamn good person? It really makes him want to do better. He swallows thickly. ]
I... thanks. [ He mutters it. Then let's just move on past that real quick: ] So, what? We get toothy and fuzzy on the full moon?
Yeah, Fowler didn't wanna invest in a dog whistle no matter how much I tried to sell 'im on it.
[ Hank snorts at the image. Yeah, you know dog whistles? Those suck. But don't worry, you're definitely not special, Reed!! Hank's just personally indebted to you and now you're stuck with him for the foreseeable (very long) future. ]
Pretty much. I stock up on raw meat and stay down here till it blows over. [ Hank shrugs. There's more to it, but that can wait. ] But from now on, things're gonna be louder, you're gonna smell everything until you get used to it and figure out how to block shit out, that kinda thing.
[ Good luck getting your cats to play nice now, Gav.... ]
[ Gavin rolls his eyes. The great irony of all of this: turned into a werewolf when you're a massive cat person.
He sighs and rubs at his temple a moment. ]
Sounds like a party... wait! That's the reason you take a day off once a month? Oh for fuck's sake—
[ He just sighs as the feeling comes and goes. For all the boundless energy he now possesses, he feels fuckin' exhausted. The complete change in existence and life will do that to a guy.
So he sighs and looks back down, picking at his destroyed shirt. ]
Yeah, smelling my old blood is driving me nuts. I'm gonna put a pause on this journey of self discovery until I can get cleaned up.
Pretty much. Ain't always cause I'm drunk off my ass.
[ Hank just shrugs. It's obvious now why he usually takes the day off -- Gavin will definitely need it on his first time, that's for sure, and Hank will need it so he can guide him. ]
I got a shower upstairs you can use. Sumo's smelled worse, he won't mind.
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[ Well, it's as good as it's going to get, Hank can feel Gavin fading. He has to act fast and he really hopes Gavin doesn't remember this next part because it's gonna be awkward as hell once they make it out of here. ]
You can tell 'em yourself.
[ Hank pulls Gavin close, gently to try and keep the movement from hurting. His teeth start to sharpen, eyes shifting from blue to a deep amber as he lets that part of him free from its cage, if only momentarily. He hates this part, it isn't sexy like the way vampires are in the movies or anything like that.
He has to kill Gavin to do this. It won't be pretty.
He reaches down and bites the other man's neck, growling low and deep as his teeth sink past flesh and straight to bone. It's the only way to do it, to hold him there till he stops moving and Hank's curse becomes his own. Hank doesn't enjoy it, he's never had the stomach for human flesh, but he knows if he bites down hard enough it'll be quick.
God, he hopes it's quick. ]
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He doesn't feel it when he bites, already in so much pain. But when it hits his bone, his marrow, starts to seep in— He gasps and chokes loudly, limbs twitching and convulsing for a few seconds as his head dips back.
Then he stops. Mercifully, it is indeed quick. Gavin's eyes roll back into his head and he stops moving entirely.
Not that long after, his breathing starts up again. Each inhale less wheezy than the last. ]
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But those are worries for another time, too. Right now he has to get Gavin out of here and take him somewhere safe while he recovers. He's probably gonna be hungry as hell when he wakes up, too. Good thing he doesn't have to be gentle with the guy now that he's a fucking werewolf, because the best Hank can do is grab his ass off the ground and toss him over his shoulder so they can make a quick getaway to his car.
Once in the car, Hank deposits Reed in the back seat, rather unfortunately laying him on Sumo's favorite towel. Oh well, he'll have to get used to the wet dog smell eventually. ]
Dispatch, belay that last order from me. Stupid fucker was wearing his vest and he scared the shit outta me. I'm taking his ass home, you guys should still come sweep the scene, but me and Reed are outta here. Anderson out.
[ Time to go home!! ]
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Still bleeding a little though. He oofs when he's in the back seat. Then grumbles at the smell, ugh, what the fuck? What is that? He manages to flail an arm, grabbing the towel and tossing it on the floor of the car. ]
Hnnnggh fuck, reeks of wet dog...
[ Then suddenly he starts to cough and next thing he knows he's coughed two bullets into the palm of his hand. ]
Wh'the'fuck...? [ Is he drunk? High on pain meds? What is happening? ]
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Better get used to it, pal.
[ Hank turns around in his seat once they're at a stoplight, taking a look to see the damage Reed's blood has left on his seat. As for coughing up bullets, well... yeah, that's never fun. Hank's been there, but he figures he'll leave the "so you're a werewolf now" talk to once they get to his place. ]
You mind? The towel was to keep your blood off my upholstery.
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The light from the stoplight is suddenly too bright and he flinches, covering his eyes. Everything is too loud for a moment, buzzing and humming. He hears the man in the car next to then sneeze. ]
Wuh? Oh. Yeah. Sorry.
[ It fucking reeks though; he manages to reach down with his nose closed and wipe at some of the blood. But he gets too dizzy again and drops it, rolling onto his back at staring at the ceiling of Hank's car. ]
Fuck.
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Almost there, Reed. Might wanna close your eyes and start counting backwards. Or I dunno, whatever you do to zen out.
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I seem like a 'zen' kinda guy to you?
[ It's a good sign, when Gavin tries to be a smart ass. His voice is hoarse and a little rumbly. ]
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Well, I left my stress balls and Sumo's chew toys at home, so you'll have to make do.
[ Luckily with Hank's reckless driving they should make it to his place very soon. Gavin won't have to suffer too long. ]
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At least frustration is an old friend. ]
Are we there yet, Jesus Christ—
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Alright, we're here.
[ Hank parks the car and quickly goes around to the passenger seat, reaching over to grab Gavin out of the backseat. Yeah, you're still getting manhandled. ]
In we go, kid.
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[ Why is Hank yankin' him around so much all of a sudden? He almost forgets he'd just been riddled with gunshot woulds when he drags him out and they make their way to his front porch.
He manages to look down, expecting more dripping blood but... there isn't any. It's caked and congealed to the remnants of his shirt, down his jeans, but under the ripped fabric is his unharmed stomach. ]
What the fuck, Hank? What's going on?
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Yeah, I'll explain it all in a minute.
[ Hank foregoes the front door, carrying Gavin around the back to the cellar. Don't worry, it's fairly cozy down there, except for the fact that everything is bolted down and there are scratch marks all over the place. ]
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He fidgets a little. ]
You better start with why we're not going in your front door, asshole!
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[ Hank answers facetiously. Okay, that's not the real reason, but the joke will be a lot funnier in retrospect.
Don't worry, there's a cot and a fridge and it all looks very... bunker-y, but it's not like it's a jail cell down here.
Well, except for the chains under the bed but there's a perfectly good reason for that. And anyway, Hank drops Gavin on the bed somewhat gently, though you'd never know it going by the way he rolls his eyes. ]
Look, you're about to get really pissed at me so I figure if you're gonna have a tantrum, you might as well do it where you can't break anything.
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W-What the fuck are you babbling about?
[ Do you have a piss fetish, Hank? What is happening! You throwing him on the bed isn't helping, his heart is suddenly pounding like a sledge hammer. ]
I don't need a fuckin' excuse to be angry— Jesus Christ why is everything so goddamn loud?!
[ His jeans rubbing against the sheets, the hum of the fridge in the corner (the food inside smells really good), Hank's breathing, the overwhelming stench of his drying blood. ]
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Alright, sit your ass down and let's get this shit over with.
[ Hank takes a breath and lays his hands flat on his thighs, bracing himself for the onslaught of questions. ]
The answer to your questions is the same reason you're not fucking dead right now, Reed. You're gonna think I'm fucking crazy, but trust me. [ He's dead serious. ] I saved your life, but you're a werewolf now. I turned you.
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He... huh. Something feels weird, in the back of his mind, when he looks at Hank now. Something different. Something fierce and... loyal? He can smell the whiskey he drinks on his breath, his cologne, the scent of Sumo on his clothes. Thirium and plastic from Connor.
Gavin drops his hands and listens and— ]
What the fuck? [ It's meant to sound sarcastic but it comes out a little more hysterical. ] Werewolf?! You are fucking crazy, Hank, that—
[ He's about to go on a tirade but it stops as abruptly as it starts. Gavin sort of crumples and looks down at his stomach that he knows was riddled with fatal wounds not too long ago. He looks at his hands. ]
I-I didn't... want to die.
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How long have we known each other? Have I ever been the type to mess around about this? I wouldn't joke about this shit, Reed.
[ The healed wounds really speak for themselves, Hank knows he doesn't have to push too hard in that department. If Gavin remembers getting shot, he should know what should have happened. ]
That's right. You didn't. I wasn't about to explain all the fucking technicalities while you were dying, so here we are. Ask away.
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Fuck. Fuck.
He takes a shaky breath and looks back up at him, putting his hands down on his lap. Gavin chews on his lip for a moment, noting how quickly the chewed up flesh in his mouth healed over. ]
So... what? You my master or whatever now? Am I your little errand bitch? What's the arrangement here?
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Woah, hey, that ain't how I do things. You think I saved your life so you could be some kinda servant to me? Please.
[ Hank raises his hands placatingly, shaking his head. ]
Look, I'm not going around to start my own pack or whatever the fuck. And to be completely fucking honest, I've never turned anybody, so I dunno what comes next, as far as you and me are concerned. I promised... some people I wouldn't. But I wasn't gonna let you die for saving my dumb ass.
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Y'mean there isn't a DPD werewolf squad?
[ The quip is to hide the... interesting little feeling that flutters in his gut at that answer. Jesus, Hank, don't start making him think he's special or anything. Saving his life when he's been nothing but an asshole to you for years? Fuck.
Fuck, why is Hank such a goddamn good person? It really makes him want to do better. He swallows thickly. ]
I... thanks. [ He mutters it. Then let's just move on past that real quick: ] So, what? We get toothy and fuzzy on the full moon?
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[ Hank snorts at the image. Yeah, you know dog whistles? Those suck. But don't worry, you're definitely not special, Reed!! Hank's just personally indebted to you and now you're stuck with him for the foreseeable (very long) future. ]
Pretty much. I stock up on raw meat and stay down here till it blows over. [ Hank shrugs. There's more to it, but that can wait. ] But from now on, things're gonna be louder, you're gonna smell everything until you get used to it and figure out how to block shit out, that kinda thing.
[ Good luck getting your cats to play nice now, Gav.... ]
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He sighs and rubs at his temple a moment. ]
Sounds like a party... wait! That's the reason you take a day off once a month? Oh for fuck's sake—
[ He just sighs as the feeling comes and goes. For all the boundless energy he now possesses, he feels fuckin' exhausted. The complete change in existence and life will do that to a guy.
So he sighs and looks back down, picking at his destroyed shirt. ]
Yeah, smelling my old blood is driving me nuts. I'm gonna put a pause on this journey of self discovery until I can get cleaned up.
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[ Hank just shrugs. It's obvious now why he usually takes the day off -- Gavin will definitely need it on his first time, that's for sure, and Hank will need it so he can guide him. ]
I got a shower upstairs you can use. Sumo's smelled worse, he won't mind.
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