Title: The Werewolves And The Rogue Demon Hunter
Characters: Lois Lane/Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, Chloe
Fandoms: Smallville/Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: When Lois accompanies Chloe to do some investigating, neither cousin is prepared to come against honest to god werewolves, get infected, or meet Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, former Head Boy, Watcher, and currently a Rogue Demon Hunter extraordinaire.
The first thing that ran through Lois' mind when she awoke to a strange motel room was: But I didn't go out drinking last night, did I?
She felt someone moving in bed with her, and flinched, realizing that she must have gone out drinking after all. The brunette was disappointed in herself since it'd been a long time since she'd gotten so drunk as to just hook up with a random stranger in a random motel room.
And then the stranger turned and hugged Lois' arm to his chest.
His chest which had...breasts
Lois' eyes widened in shock.
She'd never been that
But when she turned to get a peek of her bed companion, Lois' eyes widened as she realized that it was none other than Chloe, who looked pale yet otherwise fine.
Eyes narrowing, Lois brought a hand to her head as the events from the night before returned to her with a kick, causing her to gasp in shock.
There'd been werewolves.
And a Rogue Demon Hunter.
Lois' stomach went queasy as she yanked off her shirt and hurried to the bathroom, looking in the mirror.
Sure enough, the bite mark was dark against her skin.
According to Head Boy one bite from werewolves was enough to pass the lycanthrope virus...and both girls had been bitten.
"No, no, no, no!" Lois whispered, refusing to admit it.
Maybe if she didn't accept it, it wouldn't be true.
She closed her hazel eyes, knowing that theory was whack.
And then she remembered something else.
Eyes opening, Lois tore out of the bathroom and raced to her cousin's side. "Chloe? Chloe wake up honey."
And yet Chloe didn't open those eyes, or even acknowledge that she was being shaken.
"Chlo?" Lois whispered, beginning to get nervous.
The blonde was breathing evenly.
Lois lifted her slightly and looked at her bite, eyes widening when she found the bite mark gone.
Lowering the younger girl, Lois sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at her.
If Chloe had a healing meteor ability, maybe it had countered the lycanthrope virus in her system.
And maybe she could do the same with Lois.
It was a long shot, but it was all Lois had.
"Chloe? C'mon baby cuz, rise and shine." Lois frowned when further shaking had continual failure.
Leaning forwards, she carefully opened Chloe's eyelids, gasping and letting go as she threw herself away from the bed, heart racing.
Those eyes under those lids hadn't been Chloe's normal, green orbs.
They'd been pale and inhuman.
They were wolf eyes.
Lois gulped, sitting back down.
Lois was a werewolf.
And Chloe was a teenaged mutant werewolf.
As if high school wasn't hard enough.
The door to the room opened, and Head Boy entered, closing the door and freezing when he saw her. His mouth opened and closed before he rapidly turned to face the door, voice a near squeak when he spoke. "What became of your shirt?"
It was only then that she remembered she hadn't put it back on.
The brunette reached for the discarded material and pulled it back on. "I was looking at my bite in the mirror in the bathroom and I forgot to put it back on."
"I saw...see..." He cleared his throat loudly.
Lois couldn't keep the amused smile off of her lips. "I'm decent now."
"Right. Of course." He cleared his throat once more, hesitating a couple of seconds, before turning to her. "How are you feeling this morning?"
"Better." Lois nodded. "Thanks for not leaving us out there."
He frowned. "Of course I wouldn't." He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "I gave you both a blood transfusion, you'd both lost plenty."
"How did you know our blood types?" Lois wanted to know, noticing finally the equipment pushed to the side of the room which had been used for this, and the empty blood bags.
She was impressed that he carried these sorts of things with him.
"In your wallets you both have cards with basic information." He informed.
"Oh, right. Chloe did them." Lois sent a look towards her cousin. "She isn't waking up-and her eyes-."
"I noticed them." He murmured, going to Chloe and carefully opening her eyelid, looking down into the pale, inhuman orb. "I have never read of this happening before, I think it must be due to the mixing of the lycanthrope virus and this meteor virus you spoke of."
"Will she be okay?" Lois whispered.
He looked at her, leaving Chloe to sleep. "Considering that she's healed her Mark, which is supposed to be impossible to remove, then yes, I think she will. It will just take time."
"Good." Lois sighed, relieved, before looking up at him. "I'm Lois Lane, by the way, and that's my cousin, Chloe Sullivan."
"Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, Rogue Demon Hunter." He pulled himself up tall, chest puffed out in pride as he grabbed onto his lapels. "A pleasure to meet you."
The name utterly fit him.
He then deflated and sighed, looking at her. "Miss Lane, I don't know how much you remember about last night, but you and your cousin were lucky to escape two rogue werewolves. But you weren't lucky enough to do so without being infected. I examined both of your blood and both have the virus already working inside of you."
"Are we going to transform tonight?" Lois worried. "Last night was the first of the three nights of the full moon."
"No, you will not change until the first full moon of the next month." Wesley replied. "It should give you time to come up with a plan of what to do to contain yourselves so that you do not hurt others."
Lois gulped at the thought. "You said you knew a werewolf who wasn't on the killing bandwagon, right? What does he do to contain himself during full moons?"
"Oz locks himself in a cage, and is guarded by friends with a tranquilizer gun in case he starts to overpower the bars." Wesley replied. "Although, I must admit, that he was a different sort of werewolf than the one we encountered last night."
"There are different kinds?" Lois blinked.
Wesley nodded. "Of course, there are different kinds of humans, differentiated by race, height, diseases. And there are many different types of canines and wolves as well. Why shouldn't someone who is a genetic mixture of them come with various differences as well depending on which species infected you?"
That-that kinda made sense.
"So what was the difference between your friend and the werewolves from last night?" She wanted to know, head tilted.
"Well, other than the fact that Oz was trying to not eat and destroy humans?" Wesley asked curiously. "Well, hairiness for one. He was much more true to the canine, whereas these werewolves were more humanoid."
"While this is fascinating..." and she wasn't being sarcastic. "I'm concerned about this locking up thing. We don't have a cage or anything that we could lock ourselves in...and there's no one who can keep an eye on us with a tranquilizer gun in case we overpower the bars." Lois bit her thumbnail. "I don't want to get loose and hurt anyone."
Wesley looked at her before coming towards her and sitting down next to her on the bed's edge. "We still have time until next month. Don't despair." He pulled out a handkerchief from his front pocket and handed it to her.
"We?" Lois took the handkerchief although she really didn't feel like crying. "You're going to stay?"
"Yes, well, not only were you infected on my watch, but you saved my life." Wesley replied, with a little self-loathing in his voice. "It's my duty to look after you two now. There will be so many things happening now that you're infected, and you'll need someone there who knows what's happening and what to do about it."
Lois looked at him, eyes wide, unable to believe what she was hearing.
"And anyway, I am a Watcher, whether the Council acknowledges me anymore or not." A dark look crossed those blue eyes before he looked away with a shake of his head. "And I mightn't have a Slayer anymore, but I have two wolf girls who need my help and knowledge." He gave her a shy smile, before sending a look in Chloe's direction. "Also, this meteor infection you speak of interests me...and your cousin might be the first of a new species...someone needs to be here to document it."
So this was both business and pleasure for him.
Lois raised an eyebrow, realizing that she couldn't figure this guy out at all.
All she knew was that...well...she hoped her initial homoerotic fantasies concerning him being Head Boy were completely unfounded...because he smelt really good.