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October 28th, 2010

CSI Fic: A Wolf in the Night @ 10:47 pm

Current Mood: accomplished accomplished

Author:  Ulyferal
Fandom:   CSI: Las Vegas
Pairing:  None
Genre:   Paranormal/Crime
Summary:   Nick Stokes hated working on Halloween but this was one dark holiday he would never forget.  One shot I wrote for Halloween and the first time I've truly written outside my regular fandom.
Archive:  FF.net

"Aw man, how did I get so lucky...oh yeah, because its my turn for Halloween duty this year," Nick Stokes of the Las Vegas Crime Lab, groused to himself.

And, of course, he and Grissom caught the supposed homicide out in the desert at some remote cabin on a dirt road off the highway.

Because it was Halloween, the Las Vegas Police Department was stretched thin so only two cops were out here helping them. David, their coroner for the night, hadn't yet arrived as Nick pulled in and parked next to a police jeep, its lights shining on the scene.

Way out here, the bright city lights of the Vegas Strip didn't do more than look like a smudge of light in the distance, so it was really dark out here but the presence of a full moon did illuminate the landscape somewhat. The cabin had few lights on and he could see flashlights moving near the rear.

'Must be Grissom...' Nick thought as he collected his kit from the rear of his SUV and trudged up the dirt path to the cabin porch and peered in cautiously. A cop standing at the end of the porch nodded at him.

"The scene is in the kitchen...it's a real mess in there."

Nick nodded his thanks and headed on in. The cabin smelled of recently cooked chicken, pine cleaner, and lemon...but no death smell. Odd. He ventured inside and saw the interior had been trashed. A fight had happened here as he could see smears of blood on the wall, furniture and floor.

He studied the room carefully before moving to check the other rooms. Turning left, he made his way down a small hall. He peeked into the bathroom...clean and undisturbed...then turned and went into the small bedroom...same thing here...a made bed, tidy dresser...nothing disturbed. So the action apparently took place out front. He returned the way he came then made for the small kitchen.

More of the fight showed in here with the kitchen table overturned, food scattered everywhere, and a blood trail that led out the open back door which explained why Grissom was out there.

So, okay, he'd get started processing the scene in here then move back into the living room. He set his kit down on the floor and set to work.


Gil Grissom, supervisor of the night shift, had arrived from another scene. It was a busy night for all of them. What he'd been told was someone at this address had called 911, screaming for help and when the person dropped the phone, the operator heard loud sounds of a fight then the sound of some kind of animal, screams of the victim, the bang of a door, then the screams fading away as if the victim was being dragged off.

With that to go on, he arrived at the scene just behind the police. They had given the scene a preliminary search to see if they could find the victim and perpetrator but only found the traces of a fight, blood trail, and nothing else.

They did a quick search with flashlights around the perimeter but spotted no one, so waited for the CSI team and coroner to arrive.

Grissom had carefully gone over the scene, picking up an unwelcome scent. Frowning, he decided to search outside. Ordering one officer to wait for Stokes at the front of the house, he took the other officer with him and went through the back door to search the rear more thoroughly.

He already knew what they were looking for but didn't share that knowledge with the officer as the two of them followed the blood trail for about a block, before the trail vanished. Deciding to split up, Grissom took the direction he knew the killer had gone and sent the officer off on a tangent away from the possible threat.

While the officer thought he was looking for a human perpetrator, the victim and possibly a dog, Grissom was looking for something far deadlier.

It was hard for him to contain a growl of anger. Someone dared to intrude on his territory and that someone was going to pay for that.

He'd come to Las Vegas to find peace and to finally be alone from his own kind. Tired of the infighting and not willing to wait until he was deposed as a leader, he found someone else that could do the job, told them to not follow him on pain of death, and disappeared.

He never looked back and never regretted his decision. Since losing his mate, he had no desire to be surrounded by those that had one nor find another so leaving had been the next best thing. His job was rewarding, if a bit grisly and the surrounding area was excellent for running and hunting. He cultivated a calm, even tempered demeanor, which wasn't faked, in his work place and was at peace with himself after so many decades of strife and conflict.

Only something like this could truly make him angry. He'd made it clear to anyone who drifted through, that this was his territory and none of them were allowed to stay... if you were caught trespassing, you were warned once to leave...no one got a second warning. Passing through was okay, but if you tried to stay or, as in this case, killed on his turf...you were dead.

This perp had done both. He needed to hunt him down, find the body, and put an end to the threat. Sniffing the night air, he found the scent trail and followed it to the body dump. There was no sign of the killer, but he wasn't fooled. Whoever it was, still hung about as his scent still lingered strongly.

He couldn't go after the killer just yet, he had a scene to process and innocents that had to leave the area first. He called out to the cop who trotted over to him quickly.

"Direct the coroner out here, we found the body of our vic. You find any trace of anyone else?" He asked for forms sake.

"No sir, not a sign. Odd that the trail ended so abruptly...no tire tracks or footprints to tell how the guy got here in the first place. Maybe the light of day will allow us to see what we can't tonight," the officer commented, staring down at the body and grimacing. "No sign of any dog prints either."

"Yeah, you're right. A morning search is definitely indicated. I doubt our perp is around now so I'll take care of the body. Go back to the cabin and when the coroner gets here, lead him out here, please."

The cop nodded then trotted off to join his partner. While waiting for David to arrive, Grissom studied the body carefully, taking photographs from all angles but not touching the victim yet.

The deceased had been viciously beaten before receiving severe claw marks all over his body and face including one particularly deep slash across the neck where it appeared he might have bled out. At the sight of that, he snarled, baring his teeth, eyes flashing an odd amber color as fury shook him for one long moment.

An intruder dared to kill a human while in animal form, the worst offense one of his kind could do. Shaking off his anger, he forcibly calmed himself and got on with his work. Time enough, later, to allow his anger free rein when he went hunting for the killer.

"What you got Grissom," David asked as he rolled up with a gurney, the young cop helping him move it across the uneven ground.

"Young male... in his early thirties, I'd guess...been clawed by an animal of some kind..."

"Hmm..." David grimaced at the mess and frowned. "I thought Nick said it was a fight? How did an animal get involved? Pet...maybe?"

"Don't know. All the clues tell us is this poor guy was beaten then dragged from his home, that's if he's the resident that made the call...for all we know he could have been the attacker."

David shrugged. "True but it doesn't explain all the claw marks..." he muttered more to himself than Gil as he began his examination of the corpse. He gently searched the body, took out a device to check the body's temp and said, "he's been dead less than an hour...bled out most likely from this neck lac...will know for sure during the autopsy." He continued to search the body and found nothing of interest in the torn clothing. "No ID...pockets are empty...are you finished with the body?"

"Yes. You can take it away."

The young coroner nodded and gestured for the cop to give him a hand as he quickly and efficiently placed the body in a body bag, hefted it onto the gurney and rolled it away.

Grissom took more pictures of the spot where the body had lain, looked off over the landscape a moment before heading inside to help Nick finish up.

Since there seemed to be no sign of the perpetrator and the cops were needed elsewhere, they left the two CSI's alone to finish their work. Silence fell when all the others left. Nick, knowing Grissom preferred to work in silence, went about his business quietly and efficiently.

He had finished the living room and, since Grissom was doing the kitchen, he went to search the rest of the cabin for clues to who actually owned or lived in it. He pulled open drawers in the dresser, pawed around, checking each one before going to check out the closet. He was shining his flashlight above the clothes to see if there was any kind of trap door or anything else stored on the shelf when the hairs on the back of his neck rose.

He froze, listening tensely. The only ones that were supposed to be here was him and Grissom but somehow he sensed the one just behind him wasn't his boss. Before he could draw his weapon or even turn around, he heard a low, deep growl.

'Uh oh...a dog..?' Was his immediate thought. They hadn't found traces of a pet but that meant nothing as the animal could have come from anywhere.

Taking a shaky breath, he very slowly turned his head. His eyes widened in shock. No dog was this...a huge gray, brown and black wolf stood there glaring at him, mouth opened in a silent snarl.

Nick's heart galloped. He dared not call for Grissom for fear of startling the animal into attacking but if he didn't say anything, Gil could walk into this threat and be torn apart instead.

As if called by Nick's thought, Grissom suddenly appeared behind the wolf in the doorway of the bedroom. His eyes fell on the wolf and he froze but what he did next would change Nick's world view forever.

Grissom snarled, making a deep chuffing cough in his throat that just didn't sound right coming from a human throat.

The wolf instantly whirled around and snarled at this new intruder but instead of attacking immediately, it seemed to have smelled or sensed something about the man that made it freeze in place.

"You dare to kill in my territory?" Grissom's voice, rough and odd sounding, growled at the wolf.

To Nick's shock, the wolf whined as if it clearly understood what Grissom had said. It abased itself before the man by lowering its body into a crouch, laying its ears flat to its head, and curling its tail between its legs. If he remembered his wolf lore, the wolf was saying by its body language that it considered Grissom to be dominant over it.

'What the hell is going on?' Nick wondered, bewildered.

The wolf whined and crept closer to Grissom. In that same odd, cold voice, his boss said,"...no second chances nor pleas...you killed on my turf...you die!"

A thrill of fear and stunned disbelief went through Nick then things got even weirder as he noticed Grissom's eyes were glowing an eerie amber color and the man was stalking closer to the wolf.

The wolf jerked upright and backed away while continuing to stare into Grissom's odd eyes. It appeared to be utterly shocked by what the man had said then Nick saw what looked like resignation pass through the wolf's eyes before it gave a loud mournful howl and charged his boss with barely any warning. Nick pulled his gun but couldn't shoot because Grissom was suddenly in the way, however, it was no longer a human that was fighting the wolf.

Nick just knew he wasn't going to be able to tell anyone about this because no one would believe him. He had just witnessed Grissom morphing into a huge white and black wolf before his horrified eyes.

The two animals rolled on the floor, snapping at each other viciously, trapping Nick in the closet. He kept his gun pointed, hoping to hit the attacking wolf, though his mind was still having trouble accepting this nightmare battle that raged in front of him.

Grissom fought with all the skills of an alpha wolf while the killer did its best to stay alive long enough to try and escape. It utilized a variety of dirty tricks, like trying to snap a hind leg to bite the tendons or claw the eyes, but Grissom was fast and quick, delivering several serious bites to the legs of the other wolf and finally grabbing the ruff and biting down.

Squealing, the killer squirmed and shook itself to get the larger wolf off him. In desperation, it finally succeeded by throwing itself to one side forcing Grissom to let go, then kicked the alpha wolf in the face before breaking off the fight and leaping through the bedroom window, shattering the glass and tearing the screen away as it made its escape.

Grissom wasn't about to let his prey escape him so leaped through the same window and tore after the other wolf. Nick hurried to the window to see where they were going. Under the eerie light of the moon, he watched as Grissom caught the other wolf less than twenty feet from the cabin and brought it down to its knees. This time the older wolf got a better purchase on the others neck and ripped its throat out. He let go and the killer's body dropped limply to the ground.

Triumphant, the older wolf howled to the sky and was answered by the sounds of coyotes in the distance.

Nick's mouth was dry as he watched his boss trot back to the cabin. 'Would he kill me now for seeing him like this?' He wondered in fear. He knew he couldn't run fast enough to get to his vehicle and escape so he turned toward the door, holding his gun out and waited in terror.

The big wolf trotted in, his feet making no sound as he came to the doorway and halted, staring at Nick, his tongue hanging out and panting.

The young CSI shuddered inside at the sight of blood around the wolf's muzzle.

They stared at each other for several seconds while Nick held the gun out, finger on the trigger. Then suddenly, Grissom's form quickly morphed back into his human self, clothes and all, looking like nothing whatever had happened just moments ago. He quietly eyed his protege intently.

"You...you going to take me out as well?" Nick finally asked, lowering his pistol, not willing to shoot the human as he had the wolf.

"No, of course not. You've done nothing wrong except for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. You do understand you can't say anything about this, right?"

"Are you kidding? Who the hell would believe me? I saw it and I still have problems with wrapping my head around werewolves existing."

Grissom grimaced in distaste. "Not werewolves, Nick...shapeshifters. I'm not one of those idiot Hollywood creatures. Shapeshifters are born this way and we've existed since the dawn of man...right along side them as a matter of fact."

"Wha...how is that possible?"

"How is it not? Where do you think all those stories about us came from in the first place? There have been all manner of shapeshifters existing for centuries. Many have since gone extinct, like dragons and some birds but wolves, big cats, and bears are still around."

Nick's eyes grew round as Grissom described a world he could never have conceived of. He frowned a moment as he processed all this incredible data. As he was thinking, he put his gun away then asked the first question he could think of at the moment.

"I thought wolves always traveled in packs, where's yours?"

"I chose to live without one. I was the alpha of a pack a couple of decades ago but grew tired of the fighting over dominance and when I lost my mate, I just lost any desire to be a part of a pack any longer. I moved here, made this territory my own and I'm happy."

Nick could only shake his head. "That's a hell of a secret, boss. But it must come in handy at times, like now. I take it that was a shapeshifter you killed out there? Was he the one that killed our vic?"

"Yes. He was a young rogue, no pack, I'm guessing. We'll still have to process the homicide and try to determine why he and the vic fought and over what, if we can."

"It would have been easier to have just asked the guy, Grissom, before you...uh...took him out."

Grissom shook his head. "Too dangerous. If he had no qualms over killing a human when he knew he could be killed by one of us for doing it, then he wouldn't care if he revealed himself either. So he had to be removed."

"Well, without him, its going to be really difficult to solve this case. So, how do we go about disposing of your...uh...trespasser...explain how this window was broken...and where the claw marks came from on the vic?"

Grissom sighed. Nick's questions were valid ones. "Everyone will do their job and discover as much as they can then I will take over from there. It helps that this has been an extremely busy night...not hard to misplace data or a case..." he let his voice trial off suggestively.

"Ahh, I get it and all I have to do is my part of the job but not offer anything else about it and it will simply disappear...another unsolved cold case."

"Exactly. Now, we need to finish up here and as for the body...I'll handle that myself."

Nick smiled, "you're the boss."

Grissom smiled back smugly. "That I am." As he turned away, planning to go finish processing the kitchen, Nick called after him.

"Uh, Gil?"


"There's a lot of questions I want to ask...will you answer them?"

Grissom studied Nick a moment then smiled warmly, "sure, how about a home cooked pasta dinner for our discussion?"

"Sounds great. You tell me when and I'll even bring the salad." Nick sighed in relief, pleased his boss was willing to indulge him. Learning about these incredible creatures was going to be fascinating.

"I'll let you know." Grissom turned away and went back to work. It was going to be a very long night but he wasn't too unhappy about having a friend to talk to, he had been getting a little lonely of late.


September 29th, 2010

New fic: A Stranger In the Woods @ 09:31 am

Current Mood: busy busy

Title:   A Stranger In The Woods
Fandom:   Harry Potter/Wolverine (earlier version from X-Men: New Mutants Comics)
Pairing:  None
Genre:   Magic
Summary:   Harry went into the Forbidden Woods to get away from his troubles for a few minutes but as is always the case for poor Harry, trouble always find him.  
Archive:  www.fanfiction.net/s/6354156/1/A_STRANGER_IN_THE_WOODS

Posting First Chapter to wet your appetite:

Chapter 1: The Stranger Arrives

A/N: Another story to try and break out of my box and attempt other fics. This is Harry Potter/Wolverine (X-Men) crossover. It won't be too long and nothing will be very canon here in Potter's world so don't flame if some of the facts don't match the movies or books. This Wolverine is from the original comics X-Man: The New Mutants. I don't much care for the new one portrayed now. This will definitely not be canon, neither for Potter nor Wolverine. I hope I can pull if off. Enjoy!

Harry was so angry, he barely saw where he was going as he slipped from the castle just after his useless session with Professor Snape. Crossing the open ground swiftly, he was soon stalking into the Forbidden Forest.

He wasn't suicidal by any means no matter how much Snape thought him empty headed and reckless. Careless for his own safety he might be at times, but he was definitely not stupid. He'd spent the earliest years of his childhood learning to keep out of sight, silent and inconspicuous to avoid the punishments his brutal Uncle Vernon inflicted on him for every little thing the man felt Harry was doing wrong. Just being alive was enough to receive a slapping and other abuse from every member of his family.

So he showed proper caution when he stepped into the woods. The spot he was making for was within shouting distance of Hagrid's hut and not too far within the forest in the first place.

The half-giant made a habit of gliding silently about in this part of the woods caring for all the animals that crossed his path, collecting special ingredients needed by Snape for potions and, in general, keeping an eye out for students like himself, illegally traipsing about in the woods this late.

This meant Harry had a reasonable expectation of staying safe, as he reached the tiny clearing with the old stump as its center piece, he liked to retreat to when he wanted to be alone. He took a seat, put his head down on his palms with his elbows resting on his knees. From his hidden position he could see the lights of the castle easily. Now alone, he could try and calm himself.

This session had been the worst by far and the last. Snape told him never to return as he was through trying to teach him Occlumency. His head ached from the joined vision he'd unintentionally shared with the hateful man. What made it all the worse was what he'd seen which had shaken his world.

He had watched his father, who was around the age Harry was now or maybe a little older, tormenting Snape in a really vicious manner. No one likes to think of their father as a bully especially if they'd been told how great a man he was but the vision didn't lie. Harry saw quite plainly just how nasty his father had been. Nearly crying inside, he felt betrayed somehow, suffering as he had that same treatment from his cousin Dudley and his little band of thugs.

It made him realize, he and Snape had much in common but he couldn't cut the man any slack due to that since Snape turned his anger and humiliation on the son who had nothing to do with what happened in the past. He was so tired of people using him as a convenient target for their anger and hate - his aunt because her sister was a witch and Snape because Harry's father was a bully.

While he grabbled with his pain and anguish, in another part of the forest a stranger appeared by no choice of his own. He'd appeared rather suddenly in mid air and landed on his chest to the hard ground. His body ached from the injuries he'd already suffered before arriving but they were already healing rapidly.

He'd been in the middle of a fight alongside his team mates when one of their enemy somehow managed to open some kind of portal and he was knocked into it to arrive wherever here was.

After a stomach churning, dizzying trip, he landed with a hard thud in these woods. Rolling swiftly to a crouch, ignoring how sore he was, he let his senses test the area for danger. His body was at full alert as he detected all manner of threats surrounding him and the smell of things that he simply couldn't identify.

He normally feared very little but this place made him very uneasy and tense. Suddenly, out of the darkness something with many legs charged him. It was a large spider the size of a dog!

Shocked and disgusted, he ejected his unique weapons and stabbed the thing before those really nasty looking fangs could sink into him. It screamed in agony and scuttled away as fast as it could leaving a trail of disgusting ichor. It's cries stirred up other things he definitely didn't want to meet.

Catching the scent of a large cluster of humans somewhere not far away, he headed in that direction at a fast, ground eating lope, his weapons still extended at the ready. The odd uniform he wore was mostly bright yellow so he stood out like a neon light which made it all the more important he get out of this place quickly.

Harry's head jerked up, his heart in his throat at the sudden screaming cry that still rang loudly in his ears. Scared, he jumped to his feet and headed back the way he'd come at a run. No way did he want to meet up with whatever had made that sound.

Almost reaching the border of the woods, another loud sound that was way too familiar, pounded up behind him. Not wanting to get run over or stabbed by a spear, Harry jumped to one side and turned around, his wand out and pointing in defense against the sudden wall of centaurs rushing toward him.

However, it turned out he wasn't the one they were after. Running swiftly ahead of the charging herd was a man...wait...what was he wearing and what on earth was that on his hands? Harry was bewildered by what he saw but had no time to process it as the stranger suddenly turned less than five feet from him and brandished those strange knives at the approaching centaurs.

Not sure what he could do, Harry nonetheless felt compelled to protect the stranger from the anger of the centaurs. To distract them, he shouted, "Expecto Patronum!"

His stag patronus leaped out and charged the lead centaur startling him to a rearing stop. He danced on his rear hooves a moment before thudding to the ground and pausing to stare at Harry with a mixture of anger and surprise. The rest of the herd was forced to halt rather awkwardly to avoid plowing into their leader. Angry and upset, they stamped at the ground or cantered in circles while they waited to see what their leader would do now.

"Please, stop! Let's settle this peacefully!" Harry begged, loudly, really tired of the constant violence though he knew the centaurs were only trying to protect their home.

Harry's patronus dissipated now that the danger and his focus was gone. While the lead centaur glowered at Harry, the stranger continued holding his ground, weapons at the ready, while he waited to see what would happen now.

"You do not belong here!" The leader spat angrily at Harry.

"I'm sorry... I just needed time alone to think...I meant no disrespect..."

"There are safer places for that within the castle, Harry Potter," Firenze scolded mildly, a sometime teacher of the school. He'd moved up beside his leader and was giving Harry a disapproving look. "We well understand the weight you unwilling carry due to the prophecy, however, you cannot very well discharge that responsibility if you are killed by the Dark Lord's minions."

"Yes, Firenze, I know, I'm sorry. Please, may we leave?" Harry blushed angrily but had the sense to bow his head and put away his wand, hoping to show enough contrition to make the centaurs let this infraction go.

"Not til this one has explained who he is and why he invaded our woods," the leader interrupted, coldly, poking his spear at the man. To his credit, the stranger didn't retaliate, he simply stood quietly and answered the leader's question.

"My apologies. Coming here was not my choice. I was fighting enemies on my own home turf when one of them sent me through some kind of portal, landing me in your forest. I have no idea where I am nor who you are. Things like you only exist in fairy tales in my world so excuse me if I find all this a bit much to accept," the man said, tightly, oddly pointed teeth gritting together, his body thrumming with barely controlled aggression.

The leader eyed the stranger for a long moment. "Your scent says you are not really human, definitely not a wizard, but something more, however, I sense no deceit in you despite your aggressive stance, odd clothing and masked face. We will be lenient this time as we too do not want conflict for no purpose nor become involved in someone else's affairs. Be gone from here and do not enter again!" After making his decision, the leader shouted something that sent the whole herd wheeling about to race back into the woods.

However, Firenze paused a moment longer to give the stranger a considering look, which made the man's skin crawl with unease, and Harry a warning one before trotting off to follow his leader, soon vanishing as if they'd never been. Even the sound of their hooves had ceased as if swallowed up by the forest itself.

The stranger frowned, disturbed by how quickly the odd herd of horse-men had disappeared, but let it go so he could turn to the kid for some answers. However, his senses immediately detected yet another danger that suddenly stepped from the darkness to stand beside them.

His eyes that could see very well in the dark, blinked in shock at the size of the person standing there. The man, if that was what he was, stood some ten feet tall, extremely broad shouldered and massive in built, with wild, thick, long hair and bushy beard. He wore some kind of rustic clothing that better fit the dark ages than modern times.

"Harry! What are you doing out here and who's your friend?" The huge man boomed, his tone mild.

"Oh...sorry Hagrid...I just needed some time alone. It's been a really rotten evening, then this fellow came along chased by the centaurs. I was able to convince them to leave us be," Harry explained briefly without going into much detail.

"Humph...thought I heard them. I also heard one of Aragog's young screaming as well. Know what that was about?"

"Uh...no. Is that what made that scream? It gave me a fright and I was running back to the castle when this fellow and the centaurs showed up."

"Ah...so who might you be?" Hagrid asked, eyes beetling together as he studied the odd stranger.

Hagrid was rather taken aback by this person's appearance. The man wore some kind of bright yellow costume that fit him tightly, showing he was very muscular and powerfully built despite the fact he was rather short in stature. His teeth were a bit more pointed than a human's, his scent not coming off as exactly human either though Hagrid knew he wasn't a wizard. But what was truly odd about the man was the long daggers that extruded from the backs of his hands. No creature he knew of had such weapons like that.

As they stared at each other for a long moment, Hagrid couldn't shake the notion that he'd seen this fellow before. Not close up nor in such outlandish clothing but from a distance. It had been an odd moment in his life that he'd never forgotten. But he still wasn't sure if this was who he'd seen.

"I'm an unfortunate traveler that landed wherever here is and would like to get home. Who are you people?" The man's voice was deep and gruff as he relaxed enough to retract his claws now that the immediate danger seemed over.

Harry gaped as he saw those long metal looking things retract into the back of the man's hands. 'What the heck was this guy?'

A weird howl echoed suddenly from the woods making Harry and the stranger tense and stare worriedly behind them. Hagrid frowned in concern as he stared into the woods a moment. He didn't miss the return of those unique knives on the stranger's hands and the alert, unafraid stance he'd taken the moment he thought there was danger.

'Someone who is trained and ready to fight,' he thought with certainty.

"We'd best take this conversation somewhere safer. The beasties of the woods are disturbed and upset by what went on so best we go to my hut. Come on then," he said, turning and walking off, Harry following him closely for safety, his wand out once more, eyes staring around watchfully.

Not having a way to go home, the stranger reluctantly followed his new acquaintances. This place was really weird and creepy. The fact this young kid was ready to fight though obviously not skilled at it and used what he realized was a wand, told him just how dangerous this place was and that magic was very real here. Something about this tickled a memory which frustrated him. Much of his past was lost within his mind with only an occasional flicker to tantalize him with strange and disturbing things that he simply couldn't draw closer to determine what they were. He'd long since resigned himself to not knowing much about his past and just lived for the present.

'It would be just like fate to drop me in such a place,' he groused sourly to himself. The huge man walked so fast, the stranger found himself nearly running but they didn't go far before they broke out of the forest and onto a broad field of cut grass.

The stranger gaped at the huge castle perched on a hill some distance away. The grounds here were obviously well tended so the castle wasn't empty but they weren't heading for it, instead, he saw their destination was a small, rustic looking cottage with barns and pens at its rear and a garden with appropriate scarecrow to one side of it.

When they reached it, the guy named Hagrid opened the wooden door and stepped through leaving them to follow in his wake. The place was small but cozy. A huge boar hound lay curled near the fire. When they entered the dog got up slowly and approached Harry. The boy gave the dog a gentle scratch to the head before going to the table and sitting down in an overlarge wood chair.

The stranger continued to stand in the doorway as he studied the dwelling first before entering. The dog left Harry and came to the man's side and sniffed him. The hound gave him the doggy version of a smile and his tail wagged madly. He nudged the man begging for his attention. Grunting, the man obliged as he continued to study his new surroundings.

Herbs hung drying from the ceiling. Bottles filled with unknown liquids sat on a shelf along with many dusty books with strange titles. A huge fireplace dominated one side of the hut, a doorway led to a big bed and another small door was obviously the bathroom. The big man was just pouring steaming water into three mismatched and huge mugs.

The boy gratefully grabbed his and drank some down with a pleased look on his face. From where he stood, the man could smell it was hot chocolate. He blinked in surprise, somehow he hadn't expected something so innocuous as that here. Hagrid sat in a chair big enough to hold him then eyed him patiently, not making any demands which was strange and refreshing at the same time.

He could feel no threat from Hagrid. Instead a feeling of safety, comfort and peace settled over him. This home held an earthy serenity that spoke to something deep within him. His senses told him he was safe here and always would be. Hagrid lived close to nature and had no guile such as man did.

Surprised at his reaction to this place, the man continued to stand uneasily but finally decided to accept what was being offered and stepped through the door, closing it behind him. Walking over to the table, he took a seat beside the boy and picked up the mug. His nose told him it was safe so he took a cautious sip of the hot liquid and sighed. It was delicious and eased him further.

Hagrid smiled a little, sensing the man wasn't one to trust easily and pleased he felt he could in Hagrid's small domain. Eyeing the odd man quietly, he asked, "now...suppose you tell us who you are and how you came to be in the Forbidden Woods."


May 29th, 2010


Current Mood: busy busy

Title:   Chasing the Flame
Fandom:   Harry Potter/Dresden Files/CSI (Las Vegas)
Pairing:  None
Genre:   Magic
Summary:   An adult Harry is on a mission to find a deadly artifact that could destroy the world. He obtains help from unlikely allies. 
Archive: www.fanfiction.net/s/5940216/1/CHASING_THE_FLAME

An American in Hogwarts @ 11:47 am

Title:   An American in Hogwarts
Fandom:   Harry Potter/Dresden Files
Pairing:  None
Genre:   Magic
Summary:   Harry gets unexpected and welcome assistance from a wizard he'd met in America. Story set in The Order of the Phoenix. Sequel to Welcome to America, Harry Potter.
Archive:  www.fanfiction.net/s/5093109/1/AN_AMERICAN_WIZARD_AT_HOGWORTS

THERE BE DRAGONS! @ 11:19 am

Title:   They're Be Dragons!
Fandom:   SWAT Kats
Pairing:  Feral/T-Bone
Genre:   Sci Fi
Rating:  Teen
Summary:    Do dragons truly exist? The Pastmaster brings dragons when he visits sometimes but are they magical constructs or did they actually exist? It appears they did and are living in hiding among Katkind even now.
Archive:  www.fanfiction.net/s/5649501/1/THERE_BE_DRAGONS

Second Chances! (short story) @ 11:16 am

Current Mood: busy busy

Title:   Second Chances!
Fandom:   SWAT Kats
Pairing:  Feral/T-Bone
Genre:  Slash
Rating:  Gen
Summary:    A simple trip to the store nearly ends in death for one of our characters. Short piece
Archive:  www.fanfiction.net/s/5947948/1/SECOND_CHANCES

Behind the Masks @ 11:06 am

Current Mood: busy busy

Title:   Behind the Masks
Author:  Ulyferal
Fandom:   SWAT Kats
Pairing:  Feral/T-Bone
Genre:  Slash
Rating:  NC-17, graphic sex
Summary:   A new club has opened that provides anonymity to those that need it.  Our favorite couple meets and falls in love all without knowing the identity  of each other.  Short piece
Archive:  www.fanfiction.net/s/5972004/1/BEHIND_THE_MASKS

Been a while! @ 10:30 am

Current Mood: stressed stressed

Been so busy packing and getting the house ready for sale, I've not had time to check in with the sites I'm on.  Anyway, the house is on the market now but after a month, there's been no interest.....leaves me worried we won't move this year either but the difference is all our stuff is packed and inventoried, waiting in the garage for the movers.  *sigh*  I really do not want to unpack.....no!!!!!

Meanwhile, I write to keep my mind occupied.  Have posted more new stories and finished a couple of others.

I just want to be moved before August......is that too much to ask?

January 15th, 2010

Finally back to post @ 09:47 am

Current Mood: busy busy

I really don't spend any time here as I rarely get any responses but I do have a lot of friends and they do like reading about me so here I am returning briefly to give an update.

I've been writing up a storm and am presently trying to finish those stories I'm close to finishing.  We are finally moving!!! Yeah!!!  The financial crash that has messed up the world, prevented us moving to the other side of the state until this year.  Oddly enough, other things have been coming up as well, like kidney stones in my husband, getting surgery done on my wrist and foot, and now I have a small mass on one of my kidneys and have to have it removed.  It's like everything that should be taken care of is making an appearance to insure its done before we move and be without doctors for a long while as we reestablish ourselves in our new home.  Weird!!!

The good news for me is I've finally came up with a story plot for a novel.  Its going to be aimed toward young adults and will be science fiction.  I'm excited.  All those I told an outline of my story to, have said I've got a winner.  Now if I can just get us moved and settled and can spend all my time writing it.  I've been wanting to become a published author and this story is my chance to do so.  

Because of all that's going on in my life this moment.  I won't be on line for much longer and when I am, it will only be for a moment or two.  See everyone later in the year when I'm settled again.  Have a good year, you all!

August 28th, 2009

No Response! @ 08:50 am

Current Location: home
Current Mood: gloomy gloomy
Current Music: silence

Seems the only time I get a response from anyone here is when I need help using the live journal!!!!   Well, there's no point to being here but I'm reluctant to close the account so I'll drop the occasional note here to keep it open.

Here's yet another non-fanfiction piece I just wrote and was well received by my fans on other sites.


Lice, the bane of mankind's existence.  The nasty little things crawl on the heads and body of the rich, poor, middle class, dirty, or clean with total impartiality.

My middle daughter has become the lice eradicating queen, taking over her poor mother's myopic eyesight with her own sharper vision.  Using a home remedy found on line she searches and destroys the little fiends that showed up one day in her own short hair and that of her friend.

Many a cry of, 'who left these here' is heard among the young girls of the house and fingers point to a male guest.  With many a growl and snarl, my middle daughter begins the tedious task of eradicating the pests. Beds and clothes are summarily washed though the hour is very late.  Her parents head off to bed while the younger members of the house vacuum, wash hair and linens far into the night.

Relief is short won when a few weeks later the monsters make a reappearance on the head of her baby sister's friend.   With an outcry at the girl's uncaring mother,  my daughter immediately sets off on a mission to cleanse the girl of her unwelcome passengers.

Baby sister assists while keeping her own long locks out of the firing range.  She had spent nearly an entire summer trying to rid herself of the buggers and hasn't had a case of it since and vows never to again so she volunteers to pull all the bedding in her room and wash them while her older sister takes care of the pests.  The visitor had to put up with long hours of nit picking and having her clothes washed but by the time she left from her two day visit she was pest free.  Though very grateful, the young visitor had her own cleaning to look forward to when she got home.

Middle sister has won the battle again and hopes to never see the creatures darken her home so the male friend has been banned until he can prove he too is lice free. 

Such a tiny creature to cause such a hue and cry.  Unfortunately, school is about to start for little sister and the vigilance for the dreaded pest begins again.


Commander Ulysses Feral

SWAT Kats Universe