Alone Time (Arrow)

[MORRISON CAMERON WHELAN]

It was about time that Morrison took some time for himself. He’d been at the office for most of the week and Iivan was calling him at every hour of the day. He might own his friend a few favors for all that he’d ever done for him, but waking him up at 3 in the morning to pick him up in New York was ridiculous. And so Morrison had left his cell phone at home and left before the other were could even start to figure out where he had gone. Iivan would just have to wait until he was ready to come home; it was what Morrison did every few nights so it was about time the other man got a taste of his own medicine.

At the moment, Morrison was standing at the edge of the pier, staring down at the water with a beer bottle in hand. This late in the evening, there were very few people out, especially since the crowds had had been scared away earlier by the thunderclouds that were hanging a ways off the shore. He wouldn’t mind a little rain, or a little lightening, he loved storms, and the rain always reminded him of his childhood home. The problem that had presented itself when he’d gotten to the pier had been a lone cop patrolling the beach. That would put a huge damper on his fun if he couldn’t do something that was slightly illegal, even his beer could have been taken away. Fortunately for him, he happened to know the officer and they’d had a light conversation before the man agreed to patrol farther down the beach until it got too dark; he knew that Morrison wouldn’t do something too idiotic.

Having finished his drink by now, the were placed his bottle on the pier then leaned over the railing to see the water beneath him better. Despite the storm that was brewing on the horizon, the ocean was incredibly still, the lapping of the waves that pushed in with the tide barely making a noise. He loved being at the sea when it was this calm. The man bent away from the railing then turned to look back at the beach, hoping to find little to no one there. A couple was walking across the sand, but they were moving away from him and from here, he was almost sure that they were heading back the way they had come. He turned around even more to see if anyone was on the pier itself, but it was deserted.

“Fantastic,” he grinned, swinging back around the look at the water. Not bothering to take another look around to make sure no one was watching, he threw off his shirt, tossing it next to his bottle, then unbuckled the belt holding up his jeans and let his pants fall to the ground. The slight wind chilled him now that so much more of his skin was bare, but if that had bothered him even an ounce, he wouldn’t be about to do just what he was thinking.

After another glance down at the water, Morrison grabbed a hold of the top bar of the railing, tested its strength and then clambered over the fence to stand on its outside edge. Grinning widely, he took a few deep, short breaths, and then dove into the water. His body retaliated against being submerged in such icy water, erupting into goosebumps and causing his muscles to start to seize. But he felt wonderful. Gasping, Morrison surfaced a good ways from the pier then shook his head and lifted a hand to wipe the salty water out of his eyes. He absolutely loved doing this sort of thing, and it never got old, especially since he always ended up risking his health in some way. Right now, he could feel his arms and legs start to shut down, but he forced his body to adept to the cold water by beginning to tread water. He should have invited someone along to come swim with him; it would have been fun to watch them shiver.

[ARROW KATRINA CONWAY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100%,true][atrb=cellPadding,15px,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0px,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/11uul8l.jpg] Stand in the rain, STAND YOUR GROUND, STAND UP WHEN IT'S ALL CRASHING DOWN. JUST STAND THROUGH THE PAIN AND YOU WON"T DROWN. Alone in this fight with herself and her fears whispering if she stands she'll fall down. Arrow sighed, running her fingers through her long black hair as her mind raced with thoughts of the pack and what it would mean for her now that her and her wolf were on good terms. At first she had been wary of Vis and Levi, the thought of a pack had scared her, but now that she had joined she was excited, giddy almost with the knowledge that for the first time, someone had her back. Arrow tilted her face up and looked at the gathering storm. She knew it was coming and welcomed the sight. Rain didn't bother her, in fact she liked it quite a lot. The cold wind whipped her hair around her and she was starting to regret not bringing a coat. Her bright sapphire colored eyes scanned the pier, only seeing a man at the end of it she smiled. This time alone with herself was much needed, and she always loved the beach. Arrow looked again at the man and did a double take. he was taking his clothes off! She tilted her head to the side, wondering why he would do such a crazy thing. and then he climbed onto the railing. "Oh god, he's not going to...he is!" Arrow cursed as the man dove into the freezing cold water and sprinted after him. He was trying to commit suicide! She reached the area where he had jumped and spotted where he had landed in the water. with out another thought Arrow dove in after him. She'd save him, even if she died trying. The coldness of the water knocked the breath out of her, but she managed to surface. God, what an awful way to die! She pushed her hair away from her face, her adrenalin pumping and taking a bit of the chill away. She spotted the man resurface and swam towards him, shivering all the way. but once she got close enough she realized he wasn't trying to drown himself and stopped. "what the hell is wrong with you!" she shouted at him angrily. "I thought you were trying to kill your self! God damnit! are you crazy?" she cursed as the freezing temperatures started to seep into her body. arrow;; Twenty Three | Werewolf | Straight | Single notes;; lyrics from Stand in the rain by Super chick credits;; post template by vitriol of on the edge.

[MORRISON CAMERON WHELAN]

"What the hell is wrong with you!"

Morrison wiped a hand over his eyes a few more times so he could see clearly then stared over at the woman who had just appeared in the water. He could have asked her the same thing, given the circumstances. He didn’t know that many people would ever be inclined to follow after some lunatic that had jumped off a pier when it was a cold day, but perhaps this woman had thought it looked like fun. But, if that were the case, would she be screaming at him?

"I thought you were trying to kill your self! God damnit! are you crazy?"

The man stared at her for a moment, a bit confused, then let out a short laugh. He absolutely loved that she had been trying to save him, but really, how many people took the time to strip before trying to drown themselves? However, he was slightly less amused when he realized that he’d made her get all cold and wet for nothing. It would have been a brilliant idea to check again to see if anyone was actually watching him, though he wasn’t sure what he would have done if he’d seen her there. It wouldn’t have stopped him from jumping, but he would have warned her before-hand. “Oh, don’t worry, I know this looks suicidal, but trust me, it’s fun.” Oi, what was wrong with him?

“Sorry,” Morrison finally called to the woman, starting to swim over to her. “I didn’t think anyone was watching.”

Stopping a few feet away from his would-be-savior, he began to tread water again and lifted a hand to push back the hair that was plastered against his forehead. An apologetic smile fell onto his lips and he looked over the woman for a brief moment. She’d dove in with all of her clothes still on and now that they were drenched, it had to harder for her to stay afloat, combined with her long hair, it didn’t look like much fun for her to be in the water at the moment. It didn’t seem like she was coping with the cold well either.

“At least I’m glad you didn’t tear yourself up on those rocks when you were trying to rescue me,” he grinned at her sheepishly then wiped at the salt water that was collecting on his lips. He himself had barely avoided smashing his head on the rocks underneath the pier, but that was all part of the fun. “You should get out of the water though,” he said, turning his eyes up to the sky when he felt a few drops of water on his face. Dammit, he was going to miss perfect swimming weather because of this. Oh well, there would be other days like this and he couldn’t let this woman stay in the water too long in case she started to get hypothermic. “Come on,” he sighed with a small gesture before turning onto his stomach and starting to swim back to shore, which was a good 400 feet away now.

[ARROW KATRINA CONWAY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100%,true][atrb=cellPadding,15px,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0px,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/11uul8l.jpg] Stand in the rain, STAND YOUR GROUND, STAND UP WHEN IT'S ALL CRASHING DOWN. JUST STAND THROUGH THE PAIN AND YOU WON"T DROWN. Alone in this fight with herself and her fears whispering if she stands she'll fall down. Arrow couldn't believe she had just jumped into the freezing cold ocean to save some adrenaline junkie "s-sor-r-ry? T-thats All you h-have to say for y-you're sel-lf?" she sputtered, struggling to stay afloat while fighting the instinct to wrap her arms around herself for warmth. Because of her clothes weighing her down she needed both her arms and legs to keep from sinking. She could feel her limbs starting to become numb. Rocks? she hadn't known there had been the added threat of rocks under the water. Her eyes widened almost comically. She had almost gotten herself killed for this stranger! 'You should get out of the water though,' "N-n-no shit-t Sher-l-l-lock" she retorted a bit sourly. Shivering, she followed after the man, to cold to try to talk. She wouldn't have been cursing him the entire way anyway. She was a bit slower then Morrison, not used to the cold water and being weighed down by her clothes. She was tiring much too quickly. She wondered how long a human would have lasted in these waters as she slowly made her way towards the shore, slowing down ever so slightly all the while as her shivering increased. What kind of crazy person would do this for fun? She thought to herself, is he insane or something? She glared at the man, he seemed to be having an easy enough time swimming through the freezing water. arrow;; Twenty Three | Werewolf | Straight | Single notes;; lyrics from Stand in the rain by Super chick credits;; post template by vitriol of on the edge.

[MORRISON CAMERON WHELAN]

Morrison felt that it was a little unfair for this woman to be so mad at him. She had made the decision to jump on in without checking to see if he might have come back up for air. Honestly, he thought that she was a little idiotic in that sense, but he could completely understand why she had done what she had. She was a hero and he could appreciate that. And he supposed that part of it was his own fault, being too eager to get into the water that it didn’t occur to him that he might have missed that someone was still around to see him.

Ignoring her cursing at him, he began to swim, though he was less keen on getting back to shore. He hadn’t had time to himself in ages and now he had to help some stranger. Not that he really thought this was too terribly unfortunate; he loved helping people and if he could help her fast then he could still get a good amount of swimming in. That would be, more swimming than he was doing now. It was easy for him to move through the chilled water, but he still moved slowly, since the woman was having quite a hard time keeping up with him. He was just starting to feel sorry for her, since she was absolutely miserable and she had probably only come out here to relax and stare at the ocean. He needed to apologize to her better eventually.

After another minute or so of swimming, Morrison realized that he was pulling far ahead of the woman even though he was moving no faster than before. Slowly coming to a stop, he turned in the water then swam back to her. “I’ll help you,” he told her, not waiting for permission before wrapping an arm around her own to steady her. She was going to tire herself out long before she came up to the shore and he’d have to come back for her anyway, so it was best to help her now and avoid wasting time swimming all the way back for her and letting her get even colder. And this close to her, he finally realized something. She was a were. If the smell of her had been any stronger, he might have lost his mind a little, but as it was, the water covered up most of her scent and he stayed focused to the task at hand.

It took the two of them longer than he liked to get back onto the beach. Morrison by himself would have gotten through the water in no time, but he was only able to swim with one arm and had to concentrate the whole time on keeping the woman afloat. He finally let her go once she could start to walk and trudged out of the water in front of her, shivering as the chill wind hit his mostly unclothed self. He bent forward for a moment, resting his hands on his knees, to catch his breath, then slowly straightened again to turn to the woman. To preserve a bit of his modesty (if he really had any) and to retain any heat he had left in his body, Morrison crossed his arms over his chest. He looked over the woman for a second then moved over to her pulled her out of the surf onto slightly drier sand, feeling her shaking even through her wrists. He really did hope that she was alright.

[ARROW KATRINA CONWAY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100%,true][atrb=cellPadding,15px,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0px,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/11uul8l.jpg] Stand in the rain, STAND YOUR GROUND, STAND UP WHEN IT'S ALL CRASHING DOWN. JUST STAND THROUGH THE PAIN AND YOU WON"T DROWN. Alone in this fight with herself and her fears whispering if she stands she'll fall down. OOC: Sorry for another late reply! I don't know whats wrong with me! Normally Arrow would have protested to being practically dragged through the water, but by then she was to cold to care. Her teeth chattered as they neared the shore, and when her feet touched dry sand her body drooped. She said nothing for a while, just hugged her arms around her body to get warmer. Her clothes were dripping wet, sticking to get body and not helping at all. It was then that she got a whiff of Were coming from Morrison. She let out a sigh of relief. knowing she had to get out of her wet clothes in order to warm up. Weres weren't as modest as humans, she hoped he wouldn't mind. 'Of course,' She thought, glancing up at him 'he's currently down to his underwear as well. and he's quite attractive as well.' She shook away her thoughts and shed her soaking wet shirt and then moved on to her pants. "You're a were, H-huh?" She questioned, rubbing her arms in an attempt to warm herself. she couldn't see her toes and fingers, and her nose and ears were numb as well. She noticed He was looking a little cold himself. She wanted to ask what he had been doing, jumping into the freezing cold ocean like that but knew there was a more pressing issue. "Is there anywhere nearby we could warm up at? somewhere with no humans? I'd rather not be reported for indecent exposer." Shifting would do the trick but she didn't want to shift in front of a strange wolf. Granted he had just dragged her to shore but she still didn't feel comfortable being that vulnerable for so long. "You part of a pack near Jamerson falls?" arrow;; Twenty Three | Werewolf | Straight | Single notes;; lyrics from Stand in the rain by Super chick credits;; post template by vitriol of on the edge.

[MORRISON CAMERON WHELAN]

OOC: Jenn, your just a bit of a crazy =o

Morrison wished that he had his clothes back with him. They would have gotten damp, especially his pants, from his wet self, but they were all the way on the pier and he didn’t want to leave the woman alone for a long enough time to get them back. Even more so now that she was starting to take her clothes off. Well, that was a way to dry off. "You're a were, H-huh?"

“Yah,” the man replied. He shook himself and forced his eyes to move back up to her face as they had started to drift down her body, though he hoped that she had noticed that. It might be freezing cold out here, but he wasn’t quite cold enough that he wouldn’t notice her toned physique. Though by the time she down to her undergarments, he could ignore the sight of her body and the only thing that really bothered him now was the smell of her, which was stronger now that they were in the open air.

"Is there anywhere nearby we could warm up at? Somewhere with no humans? I'd rather not be reported for indecent exposer."

A smile flitted over Morrison lips. How many times had he ever been taken into a police station for walking around without clothes? Far too many to count at least. “Uh,” he started, his expression falling to a slight frown. There weren’t any public places where they could go, well a hotel would work, but that was little too complicated for their purposes. He supposed he’d have to take her back to his apartment for a short while. The man was about to say that they’d go to his house when the woman spoke again anyway.

"You part of a pack near Jamerson falls?"

Morrison gave her a questioning look before realizing what she meant by this. If he’d been part of a pack, he’d have a den to take her back to, which would have probably been the safest option. “No,” he replied with a sigh, rubbing at his goose-bump covered arms. “I’ll just have to bring you back to my apartment. It’s close by and you can dry off your clothes.” He was glad that between most weres, even strangers, there was always at least a small amount of trust, which he hoped wasn’t diminished for this woman just because he wasn’t part of a pack.

“I’ve got to my clothes though,” he told her, glancing back at the pier, “come on, the parking lot’s back that way too.” He waited for her to move up next to him before turning and quickly making his way down the beach toward the wooden pier. Once they were there, he told her she could wait at the beginning of the walk way and jugged to the end of the wooden pier by himself. When he got to his clothes, he stopped to wrestle into his pants then slipped on his shirt as he started back toward the woman. He handed her his jacket now that they were moving across the sand to the parking lot, hoping that it would warm her up even if she wasn’t completely dry yet. “I’m Morrison by the way,” he said. She should be allowed now to put a name to the face of the idiot that had gotten her into this situation.

[ARROW KATRINA CONWAY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100%,true][atrb=cellPadding,15px,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0px,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/11uul8l.jpg] Stand in the rain, STAND YOUR GROUND, STAND UP WHEN IT'S ALL CRASHING DOWN. JUST STAND THROUGH THE PAIN AND YOU WON"T DROWN. Alone in this fight with herself and her fears whispering if she stands she'll fall down. OOC:is that a good thing or a bad thing? xP Arrow hid a grin when she saw him look her over, even for as cold as she was she felt a slight blush creep up onto her cheeks before she looked away. Were or not, when a man looked at you like that you reacted. She tilted her head to the side when he said he didn't have a pack, her pack already had so many new members, but Vis was always looking wasn't he? and this wolf didn't seem to bad, well despite him being a bit crazy. How would jump into the freezing water like that? he had to be crazy. She didn't hesitate when he said they could go back to his apartment, she should have been more wary of a strange wolf inviting her to him home while she was just about naked, but all she could think about was getting warm again. She still couldn't stop shivering, and hugged her arms around her stomach as he left to retrieve his clothes. She couldn't remember a time where she was this cold. "I'd kill for some hot chocolate right now, you know, the kind with the mini marshmallows?" she mused when he came back, smiling at the thought. She gave him a grateful smile when he handed her his jacket. "God Bless you, Morrison? was it? I'm Arrow, I'd say nice to meet you, but, under these conditions? I'd be lying." she told him with a smile as they headed to his car. arrow;; Twenty Three | Werewolf | Straight | Single notes;; lyrics from Stand in the rain by Super chick credits;; post template by vitriol of on the edge.

[MORRISON CAMERON WHELAN]

OOC: It… just is. It’s neutral x)

"I'd kill for some hot chocolate right now, you know, the kind with the mini marshmallows?"

Morrison let out a soft laugh at this, thinking that, yes, it would be wonderful to have some hot chocolate. Hopefully, there was still some in the cupboard when he got home, that would be wonderful. Though, he wasn’t sure he’d let the woman drink something that hot until he got her a bit more warmed up. All that heat when her body was still so cold could easily put her into shock and he thought it would be best if they avoided that. At least she would have time to warm up in the car, especially with the heated seats.

"God Bless you, Morrison? Was it?” He nodded to her with a soft smile, confirming that she’d gotten his name right, and wrapped his arms around himself to stave off the cold wind that was trying to get through his already damp shirt.

”I'm Arrow, I'd say nice to meet you, but, under these conditions? I'd be lying."

With another kind hearted laugh, Morrison glanced over at the woman and shrugged. “You’re very right,” he said, grinning, “you stopped me from enjoying perfect swimming weather.” Rubbing at his arms, he looked back at her, and knowing that she would want to retort, cut in before she could get a word out. “I’m not crazy you know,” he said, before pausing and rethinking what he’d just said, “well, not that crazy. You just have to start getting creative when you’re as old as I am.” A rain drop fell onto his nose and he looked up to the sky as he spoke the last of his words. “Things get boring pretty fast.”

Another drop of water hit his face and he grimaced. The weather was finally catching up to them and it would not help if it suddenly started pouring down rain; they’d never get dry then. Well, they would, but it wouldn’t help with them being freezing cold. At least they’d gotten to the parking lot now, which meant it wouldn’t be long until they were in his car. Reaching into his pocket, the wolf pulled out his keys as he looked around the lot for his car, which was very easy to find since his was one of the only cars there and he’d parked as close to beach as he was able at the time. By the time they were at the car, the rain was coming down steadily, its drops cold and heavy. “Feels like home,” he muttered, unlocking the passenger side door for Arrow then moving around to the driver’s side.

Once he was settled behind the wheel, he waited for the woman to close her own door then started the car, wanting to get the heat going as soon as possible. Though when he did turn the heat on, he kept it on low so that they both wouldn’t warm up too quickly, he didn’t even turn on the seat warmers in case that ended up being worse. “It’s not far,” Morrison told the woman, slowly backing the car out of its parking space. Out on the open road, he glanced over at Arrow to see how she was doing. It looked as if she were still shivering, which didn’t point to anything good, but he hoped that once she was in some clothes that were completely dry, that she’d start feeling better.

Within ten minutes, they were pulling in front of the apartment complex and Morrison parked in his reserved spot that was right next to the side door on his side of the building. He started to turn off the car, but then something occurred to him. “Just a second,” he muttered to Arrow, reaching into his jeans’ pocket and pulling out his cell phone. He dialed up Iivan’s cell number and waited for a few moments before the other man picked up. “Are you home?” Morrison asked, not bothering to say hello. A pause. “Okay, good, I just wanted to-“ Iivan cut him off and he had to listen for a minute or so. “Alright, alright, don’t get upset.” Another pause and the wolf sighed. “Okay, tomorrow, sounds good, bye.”

With a shake of his head, Morrison hung up his phone, tucking it back in his pocket, then looked over at Arrow with a shrug. “My friend is the crazy one,” he told her, “good thing he’s not home.” Finally, he turned off the car and got out, only to be met by a torrent of water. Fabulous. He slammed the car door shut and only waited a moment for Arrow to move around the car to him before fast walking to the side door. He let the woman into the building first, so that he’d be the one to get wet while holding the door open. Yet he then had to move in front of her to lead her to the elevator, his apartment being on the third floor, and they waited in front of the metal doors, leaving a wet patch where they were standing. “You feeling any better?” he asked, glancing over at Arrow then over at the elevator as it opened up.

Soon, they were on the third floor and they didn’t have to walk far before they were standing outside of Morrison’s door. He unlocked it and let the woman in then followed behind, immediately moving through the front hall and into the living room to turn on the light of the ceiling fan. “I’ll get you some blankets,” he told Arrow, “you’ll need to get the rest of your wet clothes off too.” He said this last part as it were nothing at all. Why would he care about having a naked woman in his living room?

[ARROW KATRINA CONWAY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100%,true][atrb=cellPadding,15px,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0px,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/11uul8l.jpg] Stand in the rain, STAND YOUR GROUND, STAND UP WHEN IT'S ALL CRASHING DOWN. JUST STAND THROUGH THE PAIN AND YOU WON"T DROWN. Alone in this fight with herself and her fears whispering if she stands she'll fall down. Great, right when she got out of the water it started to rain, just her luck! "Yep, you are totally insane. Who in their right mind would jump into that freezing cold ocean for fun? A crazy person, that who." she told him, teasing slightly. She was shaking pretty bad, and wished he would turn on the heat. She rubbed her arms, trying to warm herself. She needed a distraction, and latched onto the first question that popped into her head. "How old are you to have to need to do that for fun? If you don't mind me asking." She realized that sounded a bit rude and gave him an apologetic smile. She still couldn't feel her hands and feet. Her ears and nose were just about frozen solid and she was numb all over. She let out a happy sigh when he turned the air on, but when she realized it was on low she almost twisted the knob over to high before realizing he probably knew what he was doing, and no matter how cold she was she didn't want to be rude. She was itching to go inside, but didn't want to leave the car and get rained on, before she could make a decision Morrison picked up his cell and called someone. "Do you have a room mate? was there a problem? I'm not intruding on you too much by coming over, am I?" she asked, Arrow smiled slightly when he called his room mate crazy, not sure if he was being serious or not, you never could tell. Dashing after him as fast as she could when he got out of the car, Arrow hoped no one saw them. How did they look? A Girl in what looked like only a jacket, running after Morrison in the rain. "I might have to call my pack in a little while, I don't want them worried about me." She told him, still shivering as he let them inside his home. "I'm better than I was when we were in the water, but I'd really like to sit down, blankets sound amazing, thank-you." Arrow was starting to shake pretty bad now but she managed to remain standing. She tried not to show any surprise when he told her she would warm up faster if she removed the rest of her clothes, Arrow knew this, but was still reluctant. She started playing with the ends of his jacket nervously. While she wasn't as modest as a human would be, she was still a female in an unfamiliar male home and was more then a bit uncomfortable. "Um, I don't want to be a bother, but could I maybe borrow an extra shirt of yours while my things dry?" She asked him, wanting to at least be wearing something, even if it was his, underneath the blankets. arrow;; Twenty Three | Werewolf | Straight | Single notes;; lyrics from Stand in the rain by Super chick credits;; post template by vitriol of on the edge.

[MORRISON CAMERON WHELAN]

Morrison chuckled lightly at being told that he was indeed a crazy person. Well, maybe he was, but he didn’t think that was a bad thing and he wouldn’t want to change it. To him, crazy was fun, when it wasn’t ruined at least. He then glanced at her when she asked him how old he was and he thought it over for a short while, figuring out the year he was born to this year. Yes, he’d been alive long enough that he’d lost track of how old he was and rarely ever had a birthday party unless someone else threw it for him. “I’m 164,” he told her, “I think.” He hadn’t thought it rude of her to ask this though, since he found it fascinating on his own.

”I'm not intruding on you too much by coming over, am I?"

“No,” Morrison told her, “he’s not home right now anyway.” He was always a little glad when Iivan wasn’t home so that he didn’t have to deal with him ridiculousness. Though, he was sure that when the other wolf got home he’d be injured in some way or have something to hide and be in need of protection. Morrison knew he had a terrible roommate, but the other man had gotten him on his feet when he’d first moved into the area and he loved him a brother. A near psychotic, drug dealing brother.

At least he wouldn’t have to worry about explaining to Iivan why he was bringing home a girl that was dressed in only underwear and his jacket. He didn’t take women home that often, but when he did, his roommate was always so very interested in them. It was good that Arrow was going to be left alone for the most part and that she could finally warm up a great deal.

"I might have to call my pack in a little while, I don't want them worried about me."

Having been on the way to the hallway that led to his bedroom, Morrison turned to look at the were who was standing in the living room. “That’s probably a good idea,” he told her, “you can borrow my phone if you want.” He actually pulled his phone back out of his pocket at that and walked back into the front room to place it on the coffee table in front of the couch.

"Um, I don't want to be a bother, but could I maybe borrow an extra shirt of yours while my things dry?"

Morrison looked up at her with his eyebrows raised then smiled. “That’s no problem,” he told her, “I don’t want you to be too uncomfortable.” But she was still going to be uncomfortable because she was in a strange house with a strange man and was wearing barely any clothes. Unfortunately, that was how it would have to be until she was warmed up enough. Leaving her alone for a short while, the wolf went to his bedroom, where he quickly changed into new jeans and a t-shirt. He then grabbed up a large dress shirt and yanked a few blankets off of his bed, some for her and one for himself, just in case.

Back in the living room, he barely spared Arrow a glance, in case she had stripped like he suggested, and dropped the blankets and the shirt on the sofa before moving to the kitchen. “I’ll get that hot chocolate going,” he told her, not turning to look at her. He went to the cupboard where they kept all of the junk food and pulled out the box of hot chocolate packets, of which there were two packets, perfect. He then got out two mug and filled them both with milk from the fridge before placing the two mug in the microwave and turning it on.

[visceral]

Visceral was a little worried when had felt the anxiety that his pack member had been feeling. Then when the shock of the water hit her, and the pack bonds, he was more than a little worried. He couldn't drive a car to where she was, no matter how desperate the situation was. He did the next best thing. He allowed the change to roil over his body, dislocating bone, tearing muscle and splitting skin to allow fur to encompass his body. The pain, it was unbearable but it only added to the worry that was fueling a rapid shift.

It was less than ninety seconds until his sliding bones came to a halt, his muscles firmly attached to his new configuration and his fur was ruffling in the wind of the woods. Another ten seconds later he was up and loping through the woods at a considerable pace. He was moving like the shadow of a cloud under his moon. In record time he hit the city limits, and was streaking from shadow to shadow between buildings. He was but a dappled black streak when he had to break the cover of shadows, bigger than any dog could possibly be, but so unbelievable that if anyone actually did see him it would just be his tail end and so much like a nightmare that all would think he were just a trick of the mind.

The pack bonds had directed him within a mile of Arrow, but she was on the move. He followed as fast as he could, but she was pulling away steadily if slowly. He was running off scent now, following the smells of metal, rubber, plastic and spent gasoline. Within three minutes of when Arrow had stopped, Vision had arrived at the car that heavily smelled of her. Taking a great inhale, he got the lay of the land. He was at an apartment building, it was roiling with different scents, each it's own distinct color, but also melded together. He had to wait a minute to let a car pass and someone to go into their house before he could race along her scent to the right building. Pushing down the long knob to that door was not too hard, but the scent led him to the elevator. His paws were a bit too big for very fine motor skills, so he skipped the elevator and found the stairs. Poking his head out at each landing, he took scent in each floor's hallway. It was at the third floor that he finally caught a whiff of Pack again.

Another minute ticked by as he paced back and forth on the other side of the door where he thought Arrow was. Then sharing the feeling of vulnerability got him moving once again. She was feeling vulnerable where she was, and Vision was in plain sight where a human might see him, he was feeling it as well, but it was her feeling that spurred him into action. It took him another second to crouch and spring at the door, crashing his full three hundred and fifty pounds into it with a paw just inside each corner.

Metal screeched as it twisted, and wood crunched as it splintered. His kickoff was exactly as planned. What he hadn't planned was how easily the door fell. He landed on the falling door, forward momentum pushing the door, and him, sliding into the room at an ungodly speed. He had never surfed in his life, until today. Fortunately, wolves have great balance. Tail swinging wildly, his surfing days came to an abrupt end when he and the door slammed into the wall opposite the doorway. He recovered quickly though and extracted himself from the giant crater that he had left behind and inhaled so he could find the source of Arrow's scent. As soon as he found it, he bounded between her and the scent of foreign wolf. His lips creased into hunreds of folds as they pulled back from his teeth, and he issued a growl that sounded something akin to an earthquake.

[ARROW KATRINA CONWAY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100%,true][atrb=cellPadding,15px,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0px,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/11uul8l.jpg] Stand in the rain, STAND YOUR GROUND, STAND UP WHEN IT'S ALL CRASHING DOWN. JUST STAND THROUGH THE PAIN AND YOU WON"T DROWN. Alone in this fight with herself and her fears whispering if she stands she'll fall down. She was starting to get a little tired, his couch was started to look very comfortable. She pulled his jacket tighter against her body, Arrow sat down on the couch and curled her legs up, hugging her knees to her chest to keep her core warmer. It was then that she noticed she had stopped shivering and automatically took that as a good sign, when, if she had really thought about it, she knew this to be a bad sign. she had learned that if a person is able to stop themselves shivering, their hypothermia is only mild. If it can't be stopped voluntarily, that meant the person had moderate to severe hypothermia. She wasn't so bad off that she knew not to go to sleep, but that still didn't mean she wasn't tempted. She struggled to keep her eyes open, she needed to move, to get her blood pumping and warm herself but she just couldn't find the strength or the will to get up from her comfortable position on the couch. She blinked her blue eyes up at him when he placed a phone on the table in front of the couch, but couldn't remember what she had needed it for. 'Oh well, must not have been important if I can't remember.' She reasoned, with a slow yawn. She hadn't moved from her spot on the couch when Morrison returned. “That’s no problem,” he told her, “I don’t want you to be too uncomfortable.” She made an attempt at a smile and nodded, crossing her hands across her body and rubbing her arms to warm them, not because she felt could, mostly she was just numb, but because she knew that's what she needed to do, even in her state of slightly impaired consciousness. "Oh, Don't worry about me, I'm fine. thanks for the shirt and blankets." She told him, waiting until he was in the kitchen before taking the jacket off, throwing the shirt over herself then putting the jacket back on. She noticed her movements were a bit slow but she couldn't really bring herself to worry to much. It was then that she remembered why she had needed the phone. She had to call her pack and tell them what was wrong. She picked up the phone and started dialing, though, before she could press send The door exploded. A Large Dark mass flew through the apartment on top of the door and smashed into the wall. She just sat there and blinked for a moment before realizing it was Vis. Her eyes widened when he jumped up and put himself between her and Morrison. She jerked in surprise at the intensity of his growl. She could only imagine what Vis was thinking right now. Arrow had a bit of trouble untangling herself from the blankets, but once she did she slowly reached out to Vis, Looking from Morrison to her Alpha. "Vis, everything is okay." she said softly, gently placing a hand on his back to reassure him that she was fine. "Its not what you think, I'm okay...Morrison here is helping me, not hurting me." arrow;; Twenty Three | Werewolf | Straight | Single notes;; lyrics from Stand in the rain by Super chick credits;; post template by vitriol of on the edge.

[MORRISON CAMERON WHELAN]

Arrow wasn’t moving around so much, and that was good, but she wasn’t terribly awake or coherent, and that wasn’t so good. Morrison hoped that getting her hot chocolate would wake her up a bit and get her body a bit warmer. Getting her to move around would probably force her to keep her mind awake, but he wanted to avoid letting her move that much because she could heat up too fast or overexert herself when she barely had any energy. He was glad to see that she was staying on the couch for now at least, though the rate of her breathing made him think that she was barely awake.

The milk was done heating then and Morrison reached into the microwave for the two mugs, moving to the opposite counter so he could mix the chocolate while keeping an eye on Arrow. “Don’t fall asleep now,” he smiled at her softly, hoping that would keep her from drifting off for a short while. Perhaps the hot drinks would work. He picked the mugs back up and started toward the living room, when something very strange occurred to him. There was a wolf outside of his apartment and he wasn’t just moving past, he seemed to be simply standing in the hallway. This realization had stopped him in place and he turned toward the door to see what was going on.

Yet in the next moment, he heard the unmistakable scratching of claws on carpet and the thumping as the wolf’s paws hit the ground at a rapid pace. “No, no, no...” Morrison suddenly panicked and started to run to the front door, not noticing the mugs that he dropped to the ground as he freed up his hands. Unfortunately, he was far too late to stop anything from happening and the door burst open in front of him and it and the huge animal a top it came barreling into the room. Not wanting to get crushed by some 400 pounds of metal, wood, and angry werewolf, Morrison stumbled back as soon as the door had fallen off of its hinges. He fell heavily on his backside from his frantic back pedal and was soon staring up into the face of a very large, very enraged, and very blind wolf.

Morrison knew he needed to look away, needed to make himself seem submissive so that this wolf wouldn’t think he was trying to challenge him and that would stop him from being killed, but he was so shocked, he couldn’t even move. Thankfully, Arrow was there. "Vis, everything is okay."

She knew him! Oh god, Morrison had thought he was going to be killed by some insane, home wrecking rogue, but now he was going to be killed by the friend of a woman he was trying to help. ”... Morrison here is helping me, not hurting me." He clenched his jaw, staring practically unblinking up at the wolf, waiting for his reaction, wondering if he’d have his throat be ripped open in a matter of seconds.

[visceral]

Visceral was quite enraged. That was the largest understatement of the night. Arrow's words had actually registered for a moment. He wasn't trying to hurt her. Then he got a better 'view' of the situation. Arrow's scent was mixed with someone else's. Someone other than his. That other person was here, lived here in fact, and that person was right in front of him. He'd fallen on his ass in front of Vision, and the smell of shock was wafting from him. The man's most vulnerable areas were exposed, and his attention was directed squarely on Vision's face.

For Morrison, it was not looking like it would be a good night. Vis took one step forward, his right front paw pressing down a large swath of the apartement's carpet, then another, his Left front coming down directly square on the man's chest. His teeth were still bared, his upper lip contorted into the multiple ridges that indicated anger. He pressed down on the man's chest, not with his full weight, as he didn't think a swift death might make Vision satiated, but enough to hopefully hold him down in the most submissive position that he had seen for a decade or so.

There was only one thing wrong with the belly up that Morrison was giving him, he was still looking at him. He could not see Morrison's eyes, but feel them like any good woulf should be able to do. He lowered his head slowly, and inhaled and still smelled shock. That was the only thing that was keeping him alive really. The lack of anger, posessiveness over Arrow, and challenge. All those things were roiling off Visceral at the moment though, and the second Morrison returned even one of those emotions, he would allow his talons to be coated in the crushed remains of the one who took his female.