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So, I blame the DWP community. Yep.
AU/werewolves(kinda-sorta)/Gilligan's Island-type scenario snippet >_>
Pairings: None, really, because it's short. Maybe Andy/Miranda if you squint.
Andy really, REALLY wished she hadn't lost her Wolfsbane pills in the crash.
Night was falling once more, and Andy tried to get the small group back into the cave before the full moon came out. She must have been more forceful than she thought, as there was some resistance and snide comments thrown her way. "Looks like Six is turning into Ms. Bossy-Pants before our very eyes," Nigel said as she fairly shoved him into the cavern.
"It's not that, Nigel - it's just, well, it looks like a larger snow storm is coming, and we need to get a fire started before it gets too cold, and..." she looked outside again, and frowned. "... and Miranda is still outside? What's she doing out there?"
Andy headed back out, ignoring both Nigel's and Emily's warnings to not interrupt Miranda - "Have you forgotten EVERYTHING you learned at Runway, you silly girl?" Emily had nearly screeched - and she grabbed one of the fur coats (one of the few things that had made it intact) on her way. She walked up to Miranda slowly, noticing the older woman's stiff posture. "Miranda, we need to head inside. The weather's getting worse."
Miranda didn't turn around to answer Andy at first. When Andy tried to grab her shoulder, Miranda spun around, her ice blue eyes boring into Andy's hazel ones.
"When you left me, you insisted that we weren't the same, Andrea. Is this what you meant?"
Andy tilted her head a bit. "What do you mean, Miran-"
Miranda gestured at the makeshift campsite, roughly pointing to the remains of the deer that Andy had brought back, the drying furs that had been moved to a more secure (and hopefully drier) location, the stacks of firewood that she placed at the front of the cave entrance. "All of this - how? How did you do this, Andrea? You’re resourceful, I'll give you that, but this... this goes beyond what even you could do, I'd think. But maybe I'm wrong."
Before Andy could protest, the other woman grabbed one of the logs and pointed at one of the ends. "These aren't knife marks, or saw marks, or marks from any kind of tool we have available from the car wreckage," Miranda said, her voice cool and calculating. "I don't know WHAT these marks are, but they're not from what little we have here. How did you get this?"
"I, uh - I found it? Miranda, look, it's getting colder, and we should really go inside-"
"Yes, yes, we should go inside, but make sure you have everything first, Andrea, so you don't have to go back out like you have been every other night since we first awoke here." Andy tried to say something, but Miranda cut her off again. "Are you playing us for fools, Andrea? Trying to play the hero? Or are you keeping us here for some big scoop?"
Andy's eyes narrowed. "I would never - you should know me better than that," she bit out, lowering her voice a notch.
"I'm fairly sure I do, Andrea, but I don't know enough about... this. What is going on? How is it that we're still alive? How is it that you're able to keep us surviving out here?"
The moon came into full view, and Andy felt the hair on the back of her neck rise. Her senses sharpened, just a bit, and her ear twitched as she heard Emily and Nigel both sneak out to see what was taking so long. She shook her head, and smiled sadly. "I told you we weren't alike, Miranda, and it's truer than you know. I was just hoping that you wouldn't find out."
She took a deep breath and walked past Miranda, looking up at the full moon. She laughed a bit ruefully and turned to face all three of them. "Feel free to freak out a little bit, if you want - I know I did when it first happened. I mean, granted, I was ten years old at the time, but..." she said, tensing up. "Just - try not to make any loud noises, or any sudden movements, or anything like that, okay? Sometimes I can be jumpy when I don't have any control over when it happens - like now, for instance."
Andy closed her eyes, felt her joints pop and stretch, and collapsed to the ground as the transformation began. She grimaced as her muscles bunched and stretched, and features that weren't there moments ago made themselves known. After a few minutes, she got up on all fours and stretched, shaking the bits of ruined clothing from her body. She slowly cracked her eyes open, trying to gauge their reactions. Miranda was just standing there, staring at her, while Emily turned exceedingly pale, and Nigel passed out. She tried to say something comforting, but it came out more as a soft wuffling noise than anything else.
--
Miranda, for her part, had been expecting a myriad of explanations from Andrea and her resourcefulness during this little "adventure" that may (quite possibly) have killed them all if she hadn't been there.
However, she admitted to herself, seeing Andrea transform into a six-foot tall wolf-like creature with glowing golden eyes was NOT one of them.
She heard Emily's sharp intake of breath, and the gentle "thud" of Nigel's body hitting the ground, and tried not to laugh. She would have liked to join Nigel in the world of dreams, if she were honest with herself, but the Dragon Lady had appearances to keep... even while stranded in the middle of nowhere in the dead of winter, facing six feet and 300-plus pounds of sleek fur and muscle that had been her former assistant.
In an effort to mask her confusion and "not-panic", she quipped, "Well, this explains the gouges in the wood, if nothing else."
To Miranda's utter amazement, the giant Andrea-wolf in front of her managed to actually look contrite.
AU/werewolves(kinda-sorta)/Gilligan's Island-type scenario snippet >_>
Pairings: None, really, because it's short. Maybe Andy/Miranda if you squint.
Andy really, REALLY wished she hadn't lost her Wolfsbane pills in the crash.
Night was falling once more, and Andy tried to get the small group back into the cave before the full moon came out. She must have been more forceful than she thought, as there was some resistance and snide comments thrown her way. "Looks like Six is turning into Ms. Bossy-Pants before our very eyes," Nigel said as she fairly shoved him into the cavern.
"It's not that, Nigel - it's just, well, it looks like a larger snow storm is coming, and we need to get a fire started before it gets too cold, and..." she looked outside again, and frowned. "... and Miranda is still outside? What's she doing out there?"
Andy headed back out, ignoring both Nigel's and Emily's warnings to not interrupt Miranda - "Have you forgotten EVERYTHING you learned at Runway, you silly girl?" Emily had nearly screeched - and she grabbed one of the fur coats (one of the few things that had made it intact) on her way. She walked up to Miranda slowly, noticing the older woman's stiff posture. "Miranda, we need to head inside. The weather's getting worse."
Miranda didn't turn around to answer Andy at first. When Andy tried to grab her shoulder, Miranda spun around, her ice blue eyes boring into Andy's hazel ones.
"When you left me, you insisted that we weren't the same, Andrea. Is this what you meant?"
Andy tilted her head a bit. "What do you mean, Miran-"
Miranda gestured at the makeshift campsite, roughly pointing to the remains of the deer that Andy had brought back, the drying furs that had been moved to a more secure (and hopefully drier) location, the stacks of firewood that she placed at the front of the cave entrance. "All of this - how? How did you do this, Andrea? You’re resourceful, I'll give you that, but this... this goes beyond what even you could do, I'd think. But maybe I'm wrong."
Before Andy could protest, the other woman grabbed one of the logs and pointed at one of the ends. "These aren't knife marks, or saw marks, or marks from any kind of tool we have available from the car wreckage," Miranda said, her voice cool and calculating. "I don't know WHAT these marks are, but they're not from what little we have here. How did you get this?"
"I, uh - I found it? Miranda, look, it's getting colder, and we should really go inside-"
"Yes, yes, we should go inside, but make sure you have everything first, Andrea, so you don't have to go back out like you have been every other night since we first awoke here." Andy tried to say something, but Miranda cut her off again. "Are you playing us for fools, Andrea? Trying to play the hero? Or are you keeping us here for some big scoop?"
Andy's eyes narrowed. "I would never - you should know me better than that," she bit out, lowering her voice a notch.
"I'm fairly sure I do, Andrea, but I don't know enough about... this. What is going on? How is it that we're still alive? How is it that you're able to keep us surviving out here?"
The moon came into full view, and Andy felt the hair on the back of her neck rise. Her senses sharpened, just a bit, and her ear twitched as she heard Emily and Nigel both sneak out to see what was taking so long. She shook her head, and smiled sadly. "I told you we weren't alike, Miranda, and it's truer than you know. I was just hoping that you wouldn't find out."
She took a deep breath and walked past Miranda, looking up at the full moon. She laughed a bit ruefully and turned to face all three of them. "Feel free to freak out a little bit, if you want - I know I did when it first happened. I mean, granted, I was ten years old at the time, but..." she said, tensing up. "Just - try not to make any loud noises, or any sudden movements, or anything like that, okay? Sometimes I can be jumpy when I don't have any control over when it happens - like now, for instance."
Andy closed her eyes, felt her joints pop and stretch, and collapsed to the ground as the transformation began. She grimaced as her muscles bunched and stretched, and features that weren't there moments ago made themselves known. After a few minutes, she got up on all fours and stretched, shaking the bits of ruined clothing from her body. She slowly cracked her eyes open, trying to gauge their reactions. Miranda was just standing there, staring at her, while Emily turned exceedingly pale, and Nigel passed out. She tried to say something comforting, but it came out more as a soft wuffling noise than anything else.
--
Miranda, for her part, had been expecting a myriad of explanations from Andrea and her resourcefulness during this little "adventure" that may (quite possibly) have killed them all if she hadn't been there.
However, she admitted to herself, seeing Andrea transform into a six-foot tall wolf-like creature with glowing golden eyes was NOT one of them.
She heard Emily's sharp intake of breath, and the gentle "thud" of Nigel's body hitting the ground, and tried not to laugh. She would have liked to join Nigel in the world of dreams, if she were honest with herself, but the Dragon Lady had appearances to keep... even while stranded in the middle of nowhere in the dead of winter, facing six feet and 300-plus pounds of sleek fur and muscle that had been her former assistant.
In an effort to mask her confusion and "not-panic", she quipped, "Well, this explains the gouges in the wood, if nothing else."
To Miranda's utter amazement, the giant Andrea-wolf in front of her managed to actually look contrite.