Fic: On The Full Moon Road - Hemlock Grove x Teen Wolf - Gen
Author: scribewraith
Title: On The Full Moon Road
Fandoms: Hemlock Grove x Teen Wolf
Rating: Gen, Teen
Words: 937
For: beacon_hills Challenge 16 Fandoms Collide
Peter and Linda drift through the town on the night of the full moon. Hemlock Grove is half way across the continent from Beacon Hills and six months behind them. There's no family to put them up, no caravan or floor to sleep on -- just for one night which turns into three then weeks until the itch to move comes upon them. They have nothing but their car and the specter of Shelley guiding them away from everything that happened last Summer.
They pull up on a well worn track in a park on the outskirts of town. Linda sits on the bonnet of their car, rolls up a joint and stretches out her legs. Peter opens up their cool box and pulls out two beers, handing one to his mother before leaning back against the car door. It's cold here in the winter but he's already pulled off his sweater and t-shirt. He shivers once and then his skin settles into anticipation. It's the bit he hates most: that moment before the turn, before the moon hits his skin and brings the change out of him.
Linda looks down at his watch and nods at him. He puts the bottle down and slips out of his jeans. In a moment it won't matter whether he had picked them up or not but she rolls his eyes at him and he grabs them and throws them on the back seat of the car. He stretches out his limbs and moves away from the car.
He turns.
There's a second where the wolf-him thinks he's going to be able to see-scent Roman standing watching, that Letha and her baby are going to be sitting with Linda waiting for him to come back. Instead there's nothing. Not even the flash-feeling he sometimes gets of Shelley watching over him while he runs.
His head involuntary perks up at the sounds of wolves howling and he sniffs at Linda before running off into the trees. He hears the car engine roar behind him and then he doesn't notice anything.
He can feel the sun on his skin as he wakes up. His mother is standing between him and a man in a leather jacket. Peter stands up and scratches at his balls before strolling over to the pile of clothes that Linda has left on the boot of their car. He takes in the older man, hovering in and out of the shadows, and a guy his age standing with his arms crossed and one leg stretched out. Peter shrugs into his clothes, zipping up his jeans and pulling on an old flannel shirt that they had picked up at a second hand store on the outskirts of Lawrence, Kansas. His audience waits, three sets of eyes watching his every move. They don't look like they're looking for a fight and Linda has taken out a rolly tapping it on the back of her tobacco tin before slipping her hand in a pocket for a lighter.
"You know, while I'm not underage, isn't it a bit creepy for all of you to be standing here watching a naked teenager get dressed?" he asks.
The older guy rolls his eyes and his posture relaxes. "Well, it has been said..."
"Peter," the guy in the middle growls. Peter shares a glance with Linda.
"Welcome to Hale territory," the man continues flashing red eyes and that's something Peter's never seen before. "I am Derek Hale and I would like to know what you are doing running on our pack's land."
"Woah, man," Peter replies lifting his hands as if to ward off an attack. "I think this may be a misunderstanding. Pack? I didn't know that Pack's existed let alone had territories."
"We've been on this land for generations. There are marks on the boundaries of this forest." Derek points at a tree behind them and he and Linda turn and look. "See, right there."
Peter nods and turns back to look at the three -- werewolves, he guesses -- in front of him. "Ok, well we were just passing through. I just needed somewhere to turn last night. We can be on our way now."
"Sure," Derek says, "you won't mind, of course, if we follow you out of our territory, right? We're having a little trouble with visitors at the moment. I'm sure you can understand."
Peter shrugs and looks over at Linda who's just finishing up her smoke. She drops the butt on the ground and rubs it out with her boot. She walks around to the other side of the car and waves. "Nice to meet you," she says and steps into the driver's seat.
The wolves change, into a form that's unlike his change, not seeming to cost anything but their dignity. Their hair sprouts on their faces and claws shift out of their fingers. Their car pulls out on to the road and they are followed by three leaping, nearly flying, werewolves who manage to keep pace until they reach the boundary of the forest. Peter looks in the rear view window and watches the three men black shadows of men, standing watch. As they join the traffic of the highway north into Washington State, Shelley appears on the side of the road smiling and waving at him and he smiles back. Linda looks over at him and reaches out to fluff his hair.
Title: On The Full Moon Road
Fandoms: Hemlock Grove x Teen Wolf
Rating: Gen, Teen
Words: 937
For: beacon_hills Challenge 16 Fandoms Collide
Peter and Linda drift through the town on the night of the full moon. Hemlock Grove is half way across the continent from Beacon Hills and six months behind them. There's no family to put them up, no caravan or floor to sleep on -- just for one night which turns into three then weeks until the itch to move comes upon them. They have nothing but their car and the specter of Shelley guiding them away from everything that happened last Summer.
They pull up on a well worn track in a park on the outskirts of town. Linda sits on the bonnet of their car, rolls up a joint and stretches out her legs. Peter opens up their cool box and pulls out two beers, handing one to his mother before leaning back against the car door. It's cold here in the winter but he's already pulled off his sweater and t-shirt. He shivers once and then his skin settles into anticipation. It's the bit he hates most: that moment before the turn, before the moon hits his skin and brings the change out of him.
Linda looks down at his watch and nods at him. He puts the bottle down and slips out of his jeans. In a moment it won't matter whether he had picked them up or not but she rolls his eyes at him and he grabs them and throws them on the back seat of the car. He stretches out his limbs and moves away from the car.
He turns.
There's a second where the wolf-him thinks he's going to be able to see-scent Roman standing watching, that Letha and her baby are going to be sitting with Linda waiting for him to come back. Instead there's nothing. Not even the flash-feeling he sometimes gets of Shelley watching over him while he runs.
His head involuntary perks up at the sounds of wolves howling and he sniffs at Linda before running off into the trees. He hears the car engine roar behind him and then he doesn't notice anything.
He can feel the sun on his skin as he wakes up. His mother is standing between him and a man in a leather jacket. Peter stands up and scratches at his balls before strolling over to the pile of clothes that Linda has left on the boot of their car. He takes in the older man, hovering in and out of the shadows, and a guy his age standing with his arms crossed and one leg stretched out. Peter shrugs into his clothes, zipping up his jeans and pulling on an old flannel shirt that they had picked up at a second hand store on the outskirts of Lawrence, Kansas. His audience waits, three sets of eyes watching his every move. They don't look like they're looking for a fight and Linda has taken out a rolly tapping it on the back of her tobacco tin before slipping her hand in a pocket for a lighter.
"You know, while I'm not underage, isn't it a bit creepy for all of you to be standing here watching a naked teenager get dressed?" he asks.
The older guy rolls his eyes and his posture relaxes. "Well, it has been said..."
"Peter," the guy in the middle growls. Peter shares a glance with Linda.
"Welcome to Hale territory," the man continues flashing red eyes and that's something Peter's never seen before. "I am Derek Hale and I would like to know what you are doing running on our pack's land."
"Woah, man," Peter replies lifting his hands as if to ward off an attack. "I think this may be a misunderstanding. Pack? I didn't know that Pack's existed let alone had territories."
"We've been on this land for generations. There are marks on the boundaries of this forest." Derek points at a tree behind them and he and Linda turn and look. "See, right there."
Peter nods and turns back to look at the three -- werewolves, he guesses -- in front of him. "Ok, well we were just passing through. I just needed somewhere to turn last night. We can be on our way now."
"Sure," Derek says, "you won't mind, of course, if we follow you out of our territory, right? We're having a little trouble with visitors at the moment. I'm sure you can understand."
Peter shrugs and looks over at Linda who's just finishing up her smoke. She drops the butt on the ground and rubs it out with her boot. She walks around to the other side of the car and waves. "Nice to meet you," she says and steps into the driver's seat.
The wolves change, into a form that's unlike his change, not seeming to cost anything but their dignity. Their hair sprouts on their faces and claws shift out of their fingers. Their car pulls out on to the road and they are followed by three leaping, nearly flying, werewolves who manage to keep pace until they reach the boundary of the forest. Peter looks in the rear view window and watches the three men black shadows of men, standing watch. As they join the traffic of the highway north into Washington State, Shelley appears on the side of the road smiling and waving at him and he smiles back. Linda looks over at him and reaches out to fluff his hair.