Scott Ackerman (calltothemoon) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2009-07-14 21:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-06-08 |
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Who: Niko and Scott
When: 10:20 PM
Where: Scott's place
He'd contemplated going after Isis, going to the address listed on her driver's license, but he'd decided against that. She needed time to cool down and he knew he did too. The last thing he wanted was a huge fight or a lot of things flying around. So instead of heading to her house, he headed to Scott's instead. Parking and going up to the door he banged on it to get his friend's attention. "Get your lazy ass off the couch. I need some damage control!"
The heavy door of the refurbished fire station made the knocks seem far louder than they really were. It was enough to wake Scott up and make him climb out of bed. After his long night the evening before, he was fucking tired as Hell. Stupid werewolfism. Being lazy and not wanting to take the stairs, he took the fire pole down to the main level. Thank God for pajama pants as he realized if he hadn't remembered earlier, this would have been slightly awkward. He was rubbing his eyes when he opened the door for Niko, "What's up?" He would have asked what his friend had done this time but there was a sense of urgency that demanded seriousness.
"I have some fucked up problems." he said as he headed into the room, letting Scott shut the door before pointing a finger at him and pushing his own hair away from his face. "And if you laugh at me or say one smart ass thing I swear to God and everything holy that I will kick your werewolf ass." Get that part out of the way first.
And shut the door he did. He watched Niko get all irritated and agitated and a lot of other tateds. "You can try anyway," he said with a little shrug. Instinct was telling him that he was the alpha in his home and if Niko wanted to start shit he'd pay the price. But that was instinct and not Scott's mind proper who was more interested in the problems, "So what the Hell happened?" He started to walk towards the make-shift bar which he was still building in the back of the large main room. They were clearly going to need alcohol.
"Do you remember Isis?" he questioned, following Scott towards the bar. "That chick from like... four months ago. The one that I actually took out on a couple dates. We fucked and she disappeared? Well, I saw her again. Tonight... like... five minutes ago." he explained.
Isis? Isis... that was ringing a bell, "Yeah. Dark hair, dark skin... Smelled like cat." Not that he'd told Niko that ever but he couldn't help but notice the strong smell of cat. "So? It's a small township. You're bound to run into a few exes... Unless they all moved to Texas like the song." He opened up the minifridge and pulled out a beer for each of them, setting them on the bar top and searching out his bottle opener.
"She's pregnant." he explained, brushing a hand nervously through his hair. "And I really wish you would have told me she smelled like a motherfucking cat. She's a werecat. Like... a house cat. I watched her fucking change right in front of me. I have the clothes she left behind to prove it."
Scott shot up so suddenly he whacked his head against the underside of the bar. "FUCKING OW," okay. Slower this time. He sort of glared at Niko over the bar then grabbed the beer back, "Gonna need something stronger... She could have just owned cats. That's why I didn't say anything. Okay... So a werecat is having your baby. What, did she hit you up for cash or something? And what the Hell happened to you being careful?" Beers away and a bottle of Jack Daniels with two glasses. No ice. He was out of ice.
"Babies." Niko corrected immediately. "And no, she didn't hit me up for anything. I tried to help. I offered to help and she talked about how she didn't need me, didn't want a 'high maintanence human' and she could do it all on her own. So we argued for a while, she threw up, I tried to talk to her a little less yellingish and she freaked out a bit more and then she just shifted into a cat and hauled ass. And then I came here."
Pinching the bridge of his nose, he tried to fight off the annoyance which had started to show in the form of a growl. Okay. Babies. And Independent Woman Syndrome. Or I'm A Cat syndrome. Whatever. "I can understand her position. She's a cat. Weres personalities take after their animals," even he had changed some after becoming a wolf but he'd already been kind of weird anyhow... "Cats are independent. They pretty much breed and go. You're likely never going to convince her to accept help." Let alone see the kids but that was beside the point.
"Fuck that." Niko said, shaking his head. "Were or no were, cat or no cat, those babies are just as much mine as they are hers." he said, his voice flaring a bit and the beer bottles that Scott had put away tinkling a little from their position. He shook his head again and sighed, looking up at the ceiling and clenching his teeth, jaw visibly tensing. "What the fuck am I supposed to do?" he questioned. "I'm not going to just let her not let me see my kids. That's... that's just fucked up. Look what not seeing your kid is doing to you. You think I want that?" He immediately felt bad for that and sighed as he looked back at Scott again. "I'm sorry..."
His eyes narrowed a little the more angry Niko got. Yes, he was supposed to be comforting his friend but the telekinetic powers always made him nervous. Or at least made the wolf nervous. They were almost two separate entities in one body. Scott almost looked like his friend had hit him with the comment about his own son. Thankfully, Niko apologized... He took a deep, calming breath, "You want me to talk to her? It might sound better going from were to were. You can be there too but on the condition that you shut the Hell up."
Niko sighed. "I don't know what the fuck I'm supposed to do." he admitted. "I don't know if she'd get pissed for me sending you to talk to her. For me telling you what she is. She was pissed that I found out in the first place, but when she said she was four months along the dates clicked and... fuck." He sighed again and brushed his hands across his face. "This is the most fucked up day I've ever had in my entire fucking life."
He poured out the Jack for Niko and himself but did not pick up his glass. For him it was kind of a formality at the moment. He didn't need to get drunk off his ass. "If she shifted right in front of you... Depending on where she was at the time, she likely doesn't care." Like Scott didn't care but he wouldn't advertise it. If someone asked about the bite scar though, he explained truthfully. Probably very stupid but whatever. "You've got some time to think. Give it a little while. Whatever you do, it's not a decision to be made lightly. Trust me on that." He tapped a finger on the bar, thinking... Then asking quietly, "Do you know her address?"
"Yeah, but not because she gave it to me. Her wallet was in her pocket." he explained, pulling said wallet from his own pocket and dropping it down on the table. "Her license has her address on it." he sighed. "I was gonna go over there tonight but I doubted that this would get any better if I just showed up on her door step. I needed to cool off and she needed to cool off. I wasn't really thinking that a bunch of shit flying everywhere would help my case." Niko explained.
Scott picked up the wallet and started going through it rather unabashedly. He pulled out the license first but went through everything else as well. He was a nosy bastard - big deal. "I'll take it to her tomorrow. Say I found it. Along with her clothes too I guess..." Which got a rather evil grin out of him but he didn't explain. Was it really necessary to explain his amusement since every piece of clothing would've been left behind? "Yeah, psychic powers ain't going to get you points. Not with the raw nerves of a pregnant woman."
"You're a pervert, you know that?" Niko questioned, rolling his eyes. "She's pregnant and you're all interested in her panties. God, you are a dirty fucker." He tried to not be annoyed that Scott would be the one to talk to her, but he knew that it would probably be better that way. "How are you supposed to say you found them if you are going to talk to her for me?" he questioned.
"Pregnant women smell good," he said with a faint growl to his voice. At least they did at the skin level but that was just him. He had the heightened senses thing going on. Hell, he had to find something to entertain him somehow. It wasn't like he could be like Niko and go have one night stands anymore. That was so depressing. "Dude, think. Telling her I found this shit is just to get in close. Besides, if she's smart, it'll be kind of obvious I got them from you."
Niko sighed. "So what's the point in lying to her when she's going to know that you got them from me?" he questioned. "That'll just piss her off that I had you lie for me or something. She's batshit crazy because she's hormonal and she thinks that I'm trying to fuck up her plans or something. But now that I know I can't just... just walk away. I'm so never having sex again. Ever. Fuck." He silently prayed to god that Jovie was on birth control. He doubted she wanted to be pregnant though because after all she'd put the condom on him. She didn't want to ruin that perfect body of hers. "I thought dogs didn't like cats. And you want to smell her?"
He put a finger to his lips, "Shhh. It's a mighty plan. It'll work." Probably not. He'd likely revise it on the way to Isis's place tomorrow. Whatever. Niko wasn't going to be there - that's all that mattered. "Yeah, how did you manage to get her knocked up in the first place? I thought you were careful." They must have been drunk or something. That was the only explanation he could think of. "I'm not a dog. I am a wolf. There's a difference."
"I don't remember what I had for breakfast this morning and you expect me to remember how she got pregnant?" he questioned. "Either she said she was on birth control, or I wore a condom and something fucked up." Niko shrugged. "One of the two, but she says they're mine and if she's pissed that I know I really doubt she's lying about that much."
"Well... if she was using you for your sperm, she probably just lied," he shrugged a little. It wasn't unheard of after all. Hell, Scott just couldn't understand why he was getting worked up. Okay, he could and he couldn't all at the same time. It was a very confusing set of emotions. "Oh I doubt she's lying about that part. Honestly, she should have picked another werecat... There would be so much less chaos." He smirked faintly, "Humans are so high maintenance," he was purposely quoting what Niko had mentioned before.
Niko glared at him. "I am not high maintenance. I don't want anything from her. I don't want her to marry me, I don't want to do anything with her. I don't want to hurt her, I just want to know that I'm allowed to help." he sighed. "I want to know that when they're born I actually get some sort of contact with them. It's fucked up to find out your gonna be a dad and never see your kids all in one day. I just... I don't fucking want that."
Scott rolled his eyes quite obviously, "To weres? Humans are way high maintenance. Most of us just rely on our senses and our emotions can be quite obvious and uncomplicated. At least to the ones that are comfortable with what they are..." He scratched his chin mostly in thought on how to explain things, "It seems to me the way she thinks, she pretty much thinks just like a house cat. And if you watch a Tom cat, they just don't give a damn afterward which is what she expects out of you. Like I said, she'd have been better off picking another werecat... Stupid girl."
"Well she should have picked someone else." he muttered, shaking his head. "I do give a damn. She could have picked any fucking body else and she picks me and just expects me to be like 'oh you're having my kids? well, bye!'. That's not going to happen. I'm not going to just walk away. You can't expect me to do that. She can't expect me to do that. I'm not a fucking Tom cat."
"It'll be easier to explain one were to another. Trust me," Scott reached out at patted Niko on the shoulder. He could also bring up why he thought that his friend was afraid with Isis anyhow... It'd be easier to do so alone. "Now drink your Jack, play some Guitar Hero and you'll start to feel better."
"I'm not going to start feeling better until she lets me help." he muttered. "She's acting like she's the one that's so upset. Like I'm fucking up all her plans and being a total douche or something. Like I'm not supposed to give a fuck. The one guy in the world that actually wants to be a part of this whole fucking thing and I get the girl that wants a jack ass. Fucking lovely." he complained, his temper flaring a little again. The glass he was about to pick up flung across the room and smashed against the wall. "God damnit!" he cried out, his voice echoing around the room.
"Well, you're not going to find out until tomorrow, are you? So drink and play video games." He really was fucking up the cat's plans but there was absolutely no reason to point that out at the moment. When the glass flew across the room and shattered, he kind of wanted to reach out and smack Niko even though he knew it wasn't his friend's fault. It was that whole asserting dominance thing that he was working very hard to keep in check, though he couldn't help the snarl, "You really need to get that under control, man... Makes the wolf nervous." Scott slid his glass in front of Niko and went to go get a mop and a broom from the storage closet.
Niko sighed and shook his head. "Didn't mean to." he muttered. "Fucking shit aggravates the hell out of me more than it does you, believe me. I knocked over a whole shelf of chips at the gas station when I was talking to Isis. It was the next row over though so at least she didn't freak the fuck out." he sighed. "I don't think she really thought it was me that did it."
"I know... But you need your own damned Charles Xavier. Or like... Charlene Xavier so at least it's a hot chick instead of an old dude in a wheel chair," Scott focused more on cleaning up the mess than the talk of telekinesis. He was more surprised that Niko hadn't made a gas pump explode or something far more dramatic than a shelf of chips.
He sighed and walked over to help at least with picking up the glass from the mess of liquor. "It only happens when I'm pissed off." he muttered. "It's always in check except then. And I'm allowed to break a few things damn it. She's pregnant. Fuck. I don't even know what to think anymore. It's just a lot of shit at once. Pregnant would be enough to need a shit load of liquor. Pregnant with twins, even more and the fact that she's a werecat, that just pushed me over the edge because seriously that's just a whole lot to handle all at once, coupled with the fact that she wants nothing to do with me."
Scott gave Niko a look and went to fetch a garbage can from under the bar, "Then break your own shit. I can't afford to have shit thrown around." All his funds had gone into the refurbishing of the fire house. And he wasn't going to hit anyone up for money. Everything went into the business now. He set the garbage can down by Niko and started to soak up the liquor with the mop. The lazy cleaning way. "It'll get better. It can't get any worse."
"I'll buy you another damn glass." Niko muttered. "A whole set of them since I always end up breaking something when I'm over here." he sighed. He finished picking up the pieces of the glass and fell back on his butt because he just didn't feel like getting up from the ground. "That's an understatement." he mumbled, mostly to himself. "I didn't think that it could get worse after the whole 'I'm pregnant and it's yours' thing, but somehow it did. I'm not going to say it won't get worse. I just hope you can talk some sort of sense into her."
"No, you won't," Scott asserted with a faint growl. Yeah, it was just a glass but that wasn't the point. Actually, he wasn't sure what the point was only that somewhere, there was one. It just needed to be found. "Well, all that's left is 'And I have AIDS' which I don't think is going to happen," really, that was the worst case scenario right there." With the alcohol all soaked up, he set the mop aside and grabbed the broom... Then went to sweep. Only as he did, he kind of smacked Niko upside the head with the broom. He deserved it and the idea just wouldn't get out of his mind, "Oh so sorry."
"OW fucker." Niko said, glaring at him. "Way to try to not have me be breaking shit." he muttered. "And stop growling at me. I offer help and all you and Isis can do is growl and hiss at me. Fuck."
"You fucking deserved it. Idiot. Getting a girl knocked up... Technically twice which is just talented," he smirked as he swept up the smaller pieces of glass. "You're dealing with weres the night after the full moon. I, at least, am very tired and sore."
"I didn't get her knocked up on purpose. And she wanted to get knocked up so it's not my fucking fault." At least that's how Niko felt about it. He hadn't done it on purpose. She'd wanted it and she'd gotten what she'd wanted. In fact, now that he was thinking about it, he couldn't help but feel just a little used.
"No, instead you were a mobile, warm sperm donor," alright, so the more they talked about it, the more amused Scott was getting that Niko could get wrangled into such a trap. "Think about it this way... At least you were genetically sound enough for someone to want your babies?"
"You are such a fucking asshole." Niko muttered. "I don't even know why I came over here. You've been on her side pretty much the whole damn time and now I've been knocked down all the way to sperm doner. Lovely. Thanks a lot, dude, I appreciate it."
"Dude, if I were on her side, I wouldn't be going to her place in your defense now would I? Instead, I'd be saying 'suck it up and deal'." He pinched the bridge of his nose, leaning against the poor abused wall, "What do you want me to do? Give you a lollipop and tell you it'll all go away in the morning? That it's a nightmare?"
"I want you to stop being all 'she has a right to feel this way' pretty much because that's how you're acting. I give my side and you give the 'well, she's thinking like this so...' side and I just... really don't want to fucking feel bad for her right now." Niko sighed.
"Yeah well... That's the husband in me," he shrugged his shoulders, "I was trained really well." Really, really well. He'd been so pussy whipped when he was married it wasn't even funny. Okay, it was and he realized that now. "You have every right to feel how you do. The two worlds just don't mesh."
"Well then she should have fucked someone else and neither one of us would be in this mess. She could have fucked anyone else and it wouldn't be such a big deal no would it?" Niko pushed himself back against the wall and still didn't get up from the ground. He leaned his head back against the solidness of the wall and shook his head. "This is just fucked up."
"It was a seriously poor choice on her part... Another cat would have been so much better. Or another were entirely. Humans just aren't cut out for animal emotions," he knew that quite well... He'd been so confused when he first became a wolf. "We'll figure something out. Just... sleep on it. You're welcome to the couch if you don't want to go home."
Niko sighed and tucked his hair behind his ears. "I'm not cut out for any of this." he mumbled. "I don't even know what to think because the more I try and fight it, the worse it's going to make things for me. She's going to resent me for it and I already have like no chance of ever seeing the kids to begin with."
Scott was tempted to find him a barrette or something. Really girly too just so he'd keep his hair out of his damned eyes... Probably had something left around somewhere. "Then stop thinking. It's not going to help anything right now. Eat. Drink. Distract yourself. Tomorrow begins Operation: Visitation Rights. Tonight is Operation: Distract Niko."
He sighed again, but he nodded a little after that. "Drinking." he agreed. "I definitely need to be doing a little more of that." he nodded, getting up from the floor and stealing Scott's drink from the bar. "So what's first on the list after drinking?" he questioned. "Guitar Hero?"
"Guitar Hero. Or Rock Band. Which ever. Either way I'm going to kick your ass," he pushed off of the wall and put the cleaning supplies away... They were rhythm games and Scott was a drummer. It really wasn't a fair competition.
Niko rolled his eyes. "Yeah, whatever." he said, shaking his head a little. "We need video games that I don't suck at or you need to stop playing the drums, seriously. Maybe I should start taking Rock Band classes."
Scott headed over to the bar to join Niko, grabbing the bottle of Jack and another glass, "Well, you go pick. It's not like I don't have practically everything under the sun." He shrugged his shoulders, smiling faintly.
"I'll deal with Rock Band." Niko said. "But I get drums because I really need to beat on something, seriously." Maybe he could bang out some of his frustration. No, no banging. Banging is bad. Banging go you into this mess in the first place. "Come on... let's go. And you might wanna bring that Jack with you."
"Fair enough. And I was already planning on it," he brought the bottle along with him as he stepped into the living room proper... which was really just the other side of what used to be the garage. Big ass room. This was gonna be a long night.