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Dead in the Water	By : makochan0217 Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Crossovers Views: 1006 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I own nothing that is recognizable in either the Gundam Wing/AC universe or the Sookie Stackhouse novels. This is for entertainment purposes only.

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Title: Dead in the Water

Author: Makoto Sagara

Series: Gundam Wing/Southern Vampire Mysteries (Sookie Stackhouse Novels)

Archive: the usual suspects; anywhere else, please ask first

Category: Supernatural, Angst, Romance, Slash, Action, Fantasy, and Adventure

Pairings/Characters: Eric/Sookie, Duo/Wufei, Quatre + Heero, Trowa/Zechs, Relena + Heero, Dorothy/Quatre, Treize/Pam, Pam/Dorothy, others…

Rating: R (Later chapters may be more)

Warnings: slash, femme slash, het, blood, gore, non-con (rape), magic, vampires, shape shifters, violence, angst, language, OOC, AU/Fusion, crossover, sexual situations

Disclaimers: I make no money, so suing is pointless. If you think I own GW or the SVM universe, then you need to see someone. I have the number to a nice doctor... Oh, SALLY!

Author’s Notes: The real story begins now. Enjoy!

Chapter Four, or Vampires, Werewolves and Shape Shifters, Oh My!

I hadn’t realized that when Dermail ordered Heero to escort me back to my dorm room that it meant that the shifter wouldn’t go away. Of course, that little bit of information wasn’t given to me until he’d walked me right up to the door of the building and the RA was staring at him as if he was slime on the bottom of his shoe. “He doesn’t belong here, Winner,” the older man said before turning on his heel in the direction of his own room.

“He’s right, Quatre,” Wufei whispered. “I think that Grayson only puts up with me because he knows that I am a student of the university.”

“Yes, well, I don’t think we have a choice about whether or not the shifter stays here, now do we?” I snapped as I looked between my friends and the sexy supe we were talking about.

“Listen,” Heero said calmly. “I have my own place in Alphabet City. I don’t need to stay here and get the three of you in any trouble.”

“Alphabet City?” Duo asked incredulously. “Are you insane? That place is full of drug dealers and gangbangers!” Not to mention that it’s clear across town from here and would be way too dangerous for poor Q to come and visit you.

“I’ve lived there for a while now, little witch,” Heero said with a smirk that made my knees feel like they were made out of water. “I can handle the trash that masquerade as my neighbors easily.” The smirk faded as his cobalt-blue eyes landed on me again. “You do understand that I am going to have to come back in the morning and keep close tabs on you until you return back to the club, right?”

“What happens if I leave town and go into hiding?” I asked quietly.

“You heard Dermail. He knows who you are and where your family lives.” His eyes softened. “You don’t want anything to happen to your family, little telepath.” One of his big, warm hands landed on my arm. “I’ll be back in the morning and I’ll stay out of your way if I can.”

But I don’t want you to stay away, Heero, I thought as my body reacted predictably to the other man’s burning touch. If he’d asked me then and there to drop to my knees and suck his cock, I think I really would have, Duo and Wufei be damned. However, he removed his hand and I was forced back into reality. “Okay, my first class is at ten.”

“I’ll be here by nine,” Heero said. He turned to my two friends and his face fell. “I don’t have to tell you that you can’t talk about what you saw tonight, do I?” Wufei shook his head and clapped his hand over Duo’s mouth before he could speak.

I don’t have to talk to anyone about what happened, but I sure as hell can make those stupid fucking vampires pay for fucking with my friend, Duo thought nastily, his eyes reflecting his opinion quite clearly. And if you so much as try to hurt my friend, you won’t have to worry about your “time of the month” because I’ll make it so you stick in whatever animal you shift into, fucker.

Did I mention that Duo’s favourite word is “fuck”? Sometimes I wondered if there were any other words in his vocabulary.

“It seems your little witch friend there is ready to kill and die for you, telepath,” the shifter said with a delicious smirk. “I’d keep him close if you want to live.”

“You don’t have to tell me that,” I said, suddenly and completely grateful for having my odd brand of luck that landed me with Duo as my roommate the year before. “So, I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“That you will,” the shifter said with a slight leer before leaving me and my friends in front of our dorm hall.

As soon as he was gone, I felt like I could finally breathe again. His presence had made the air feel thinner and my head swam way too much. Duo eyed me as I shook my head to clear it. I was glad that neither of my friends said anything as we slowly made our way through the semi-quiet halls—it was well after two a.m. by then—back to our darkened room. The silence continued as we three all got ready for bed, and before either Duo or Wufei could say something to me as I prepared to fall asleep, I drowned them out with my headphones and Shakira at a volume determined to blow out my poor eardrums.

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ~~~~ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

Morning came way too early, as it always does when I’m tired and unhappy. My alarm went off at eight-thirty, like usual, and the night before came crashing back to me. I was having trouble deciding whether I was looking forward to seeing Heero here again or if I just wanted to go back to sleep, perhaps permanently. However, I knew that trying to bury my head in the proverbial sand would only spell trouble for me and those I loved, so I had to get up and function.

I spared a look over at Duo’s side of the room to see that he and Wufei were already gone. I knew that my Chinese friend had an eight o’clock class, but Duo’s absence was a little strange, since his first class wasn’t until noon on most days—eleven on Tuesdays and Thursdays because he had a lab. Since it was Friday, I figured he wanted to make himself scarce since Heero was supposed to show up.

Slowly, I made my way to the communal shower and took care of my morning ablutions. Just because I was going to have company before I wanted didn’t give me an excuse to smell like something the dog dragged in, regardless of how I actually felt or looked. Aren’t I hilarious?

Although, I was curious as to what Heero shifted into on the full moon. Could he shift whenever he wanted? That would be kinda cool, the power to change into an animal when the mood hit me. The only thing I could do was read everyone’s thoughts. And trust me, hearing the guy at the spot next to me trying to decide if I was hot and if that made him gay or not was just not on before my first coffee.

“I think you checking out my ass means you’re a little less than straight, Jesse,” I said as I gathered my things to head back to my room. I ignored the shouts and curses my dorm mate threw at my back. His sexuality wasn’t really my problem.

I was glad that I remembered my robe that morning as I saw Heero propped outside my door. “Sorry, I didn’t know where you were, and I wasn’t going to wait in your room,” he said as he stood up straight. “Duo let me into the building. Said the RA was at a class and that no one else would care.”

“Oh,” I replied softly. Really, I’m so eloquent that I should consider public speaking. “Um, I, uh, need to get changed, but I have a finance class at ten, but I’m thinking of skipping it.”

He raised a dark eyebrow in question and I could feel my face heat up under his scrutiny. “Is that usual for you?”

“No, that’s normally what Duo does, but I just don’t feel like dealing with Professor Barnes this morning,” I said as I let the both of us into my room. “Besides, I have some questions about…you know, and I don’t think I could sit through one of his boring lectures. I’ll get some notes from one of my classmates.”

He was silent, but I could feel his eyes heavily on my back as I rummaged through my closet for clothes that wouldn’t scream that I was a business major. Luckily, I found a pair of jeans and a comfortable t-shirt that I had purchased last winter break. I hastily pulled those on, deciding to forego underwear because that would mean asking Heero to move away from my dresser. When I was nearly dressed, I turned back around to face my reluctant company. “Have you had breakfast yet?”

“No, but it’s not really necessary,” he said, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jean jacket.

“Well, I’m hungry, and I think my sister told me that eating in front of others was bad manners. So, I’m getting breakfast for us both, and you’re going to just enjoy the fact that you don’t have to pay for it.”

He flashed me a sexy smile and headed towards the door. “It’s your dime, rich boy.”

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ~~~~ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

Heero was relatively easy company to keep. Since he was a shifter and his brain pattern was different, all I could get from his brainwaves was a sort of low, static-y hum. After a lifetime of tuning into to multiple channels at once, even with Sharona—and later Duo or Wufei— casting the dampening spell, it was a relief. Not only that, but he didn’t feel compelled to fill the silence between us with rambling the way that Duo and Iria did. He reminded me of Wufei with his calm exterior. However, I could tell that his thoughts were all over the place. His hum was wild. That’s the best way I can describe it to anyone.

We walked down to a diner that was a few blocks down Broadway. Heero picked a table that was easily defendable. Even with my lax training, I could tell that when he entered a room, he was watching the exits and the occupants for danger. I waited until we were sitting down before I questioned him. “So, what do you do when you’re not working security at the…club?” I figured that the less that I mentioned the vampire bar while we were away from it, the better.

“Sometimes I work as a bodyguard,” Heero answered nonchalantly as he looked over the menu in front of him. “Are you Muslim?”

I blinked at the random question. “My father is, but I never declared myself for Islam when I turned twelve. My mother’s parents are pretty against that, and since WEI is their business, Father never pressed me to do so.”

“Interesting,” he said, actually sounding as if it was. If he was lying, I couldn’t tell. It was a bit of a relief, oddly enough. “So, I’m not going to offend you if I order sausage and bacon?”

I bit back a chuckle. “No, not really, but it’s nice to see someone that asks before they do it. I’m used to Duo and Wufei, who just order whatever they want and only remember the whole pork thing when they’re eating it in front of me.”

“That would make ordering a pizza really odd,” he said, frowning.

“I don’t know. I normally just get a vegetarian pizza and let the others get whatever they want.”

“Your friend Duo strikes me as the kind of guy that could eat anything you set before him, whether edible or not.”

“You’re not too far off.” Our easy conversation was interrupted by the waitress taking our order, but when she left, I decided to steer it towards what I wanted to know. “I can tell you’re a shifter.” I made sure that my voice was still low. I know that New Yorkers are notorious for minding their own business, but I didn’t think that either of us wanted what we were going to discuss reach the ears of our fellow patrons, Great Revelations or no. “What I’m curious to know is what shape you take on the full moon.”

“I’m a were-panther. My mother’s from this little place out in Louisiana, but my dad was in the Air Force. He was stationed out at Bossier City when a Werewolf from nearby Shreveport told him about the community of were-panthers in Hotshot.”

“I’ve never heard of that town.”

“You wouldn’t have. Hotshot’s one of those places that you drive through as fast as you can while in the country. Nearly everyone there is a shifter or related to a shifter, and they’re the most secretive bunch of people you’ll ever meet.” He looked up and I followed his line of sight to see our waitress headed our way. We were both quiet until she’d left and then Heero started his story back up again. “Well, Dad met my mom through a mutual acquaintance in the shifter community. He petitioned to marry her and they never looked back. We ended up in New Jersey and that’s where I grew up. As for how I ended up as a bodyguard, well, most shifters end up in blue collar jobs. It’s easier to hide our superhuman strength and stamina that way. Although, you do get a few that go and become lawyers and doctors, but they usually end up with a large number of supes in their clientele.”

“I guess that would make it easier for those moments like pack fights and stuff, right?” I was rewarded by a bright, nearly innocent smile from my breakfast companion.

“Yeah, it does. The Manhattan Werewolf pack has a doctor, and she sees all the supes in the area. Just hope that you don’t have to go see her because her bedside manner leaves a lot to be desired.” He grimaced and then turned his attention to his plate.

While he devoured more parts of a pig than I cared to think about, I tried to process what he’d told me. Evidently, Duo’s little trip the night before opened up more doors than he really knew and we were going to be sucked into a world that I would have been happier to ignore the existence of. “Okay, so, the bouncer at the club, what’s he?”

“Which bouncer?”

“Tall, brown hair with an emo fringe, his visible eye was green, and he had a pretty decent sense of humour.”

“You must be talking about Trowa. He’s a Werewolf, and he’s part of the Manhattan pack. Actually, I think their name for the pack is the Greyfur pack, but only wolves give a crap about that kind of stuff.”

“There’s a whole hierarchy to the Werewolves that normal humans don’t know, isn’t there?”

“Yeah, but nobody has the corner on stupid bullshit like the vamps,” he said nastily.

“What do you mean?” If I was going to had to deal with the vampires—and it wasn’t like I had a choice, now did I?—I needed to know what I was up against.

“Vamps,” he shook his head as he made a face like something tasted bad, “they have the entire North American continent separated into their own little world. All you need to know to keep yourself and your little witch friends safe and sound is that Dermail is the head vampire around the entire five boroughs. Nothing happens without his say-so. Dorothy and Treize are his children and his greatest enforcers.”

“I thought they were his grandchildren?” I could have sworn that Treize had referred to the older vampire as “Grandfather.”

“From what I’ve heard, back when they were alive, Dermail was their grandfather. When he was turned, he came back to his family, turned those two and then they slaughtered the rest.”

“Do you have any advice for me then? What can I do to help my family and keep Dermail and his vampires away from them?”

Heero leaned across the table, his face stony and his voice cold and efficient. “Whatever they tell you to do, do it, and they’ll try to make you happy. Fuck up, and you and everyone you love is dead. It’s as simple as that.”

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