Shape Shifters
Gothic: Okay, so I feel kinda better today. I think writing 'Cuts' helped. Trust me, cutting yourself doesn't solve anything, but does make you feel better, and causes a sore arm. Anyhow, back on Shape Shifters, there's going to be a bit of action between Jen and Wes later on. *wink, wink* Should I push the rating up for describing a sex scene, and should I push the rating up for a scene involving sexual activity, but not actual sex? I think I'm gonna change the storyline around a bit! Please guide me here!
Kitty: She's getting there, but this could take a while. Meanwhile, R&R Please! "Talking" {Thinking}
Gothic: I don't own it! I swear I don't own it! But I would recommend reading the updated version of chappie 6 before hand, as this chappie follows on from it! ~+~+~+~+~+~
It wasn't until 2.10pm in the afternoon, before the searching rangers discovered that Wes had found Jen. When they did find out, it was only on the fact that Wes had come back down the stairs, with Jen closely following him. Noticing the dark looks in both their eyes, the rangers took sense in assuming that the two had talked. Katie, Alyssa and Taylor talked out in the hall whilst the others attempted lunch.
"You think that the two of them were talking about the cells?" Whispered Alyssa.
"Well why else would they refuse to tell what happened when Wes found Jen, and more importantly what information Wes learnt from Jen during the discussion." Katie showed clear signs of anger, and both of the other girls shielded away from the outburst.
"What does it matter if Wes found out a few odd bits Jen has to tell? The thing is, the quicker Jen knows she can trust us, the sooner she will open up a bit, and tell us what she knows." Taylor sounded extra serious, and she leant against the wall, eyes closed, and deep in thought.
"It matters a lot what Wes knows!" Katie hissed in reply. " What Jen tells Wes, she may not willingly tell us, and to break the bond between them by forcing Wes to tell us what he knows will shatter every shard of trust Jen has in him. " Katie's anger was rapidly building up, and Alyssa threw several dirty looks in the dark skinned girl's direction.
"Calm down girl! Time will tell whether things will get that bad. A thousand years is a long time to wait though." Taylor's attempt at humour didn't get her very far.
"That is time we cannot waste. Jen's actual condition is unknown yet, and her time in those mental cells could have potentially damaged her mental condition. " Taylor and Alyssa stared at the authority Katie displayed. "This is a situation where we must use every brain cell we have in our heads to get around lies, deceit, and fake covers. There is a lot standing in our way."
The three girls closed their mental ears to each ones thoughts, and the three relaxed for a minute or two. None of them were aware of a certain cat, with black stripes watching them from the stairs above.
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The cold Northern wind whirled through the fur of Alex's hood. He had only come here on the guidance of the Akailo, the guidance that the this prophecy could be prevented, the destiny of things changed. He stumbled through mounds of ice, desperate to get back to his pod. The pod would only take him so far. For the rest of his journey, Alex would have to walk. The pod, in itself, was a ice proof, oval shaped vehicle, designed to plough through the most fearsome of snowstorms, to carry it's passengers to their destination in the freezing cold North, or simply to just carry them through the ice stormed rule of the Poles. He himself, was pleased of the endurance the pod had.
Reaching the shiny metal pod, that had also been designed to repel snow and ice, to ensure easy recognising of the transport, Alex pulled open the door. Stepping inside, he strode to the front of the vehicle, and settled down in the ever so comfy chair that awaited him. In fact, it was more of a chair with several squashy blankets sewn into it for one to cuddle into, than a chair. He pushed the button that would restart the autopilot programme.
Settling down, Alex relaxed, and surveyed the bleak, white covered land in front of him. He took out a notepad, and began to write notes of the mission he had set out upon. He could wait to get to the temple, but it would be a welcoming sight when he got there.
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The lightning crashed through the night, sending waves of terror to few members of the household. Trip almost jumped out of his bed in shock, as thunder shortly followed. Jen felt her breathing come shallow and ragged, as her mind drowned in the unforgotten memories of the mental cell they'd locked her in whilst they thought her mad. It unsurprised her thoughts, as she remembered that they still did think her insane, and yet the thunder and lightning still reminded her of those horrific moments that still stood out in her mind. With a whimper, her lithe body disappeared, and the o so familiar wildcat sprung from the bed, and padded, uneasily, from the room.
The thunder still crashed through the night, followed by flashes of blue lightning that lit up the room for two seconds, then plunged the watcher from the bed into darkness again. Unknowingly, both Wes and Eric were tossing and turning, both unable to sleep. The thunder crashed so loudly at the time, that Wes didn't hear Jen slip into his room.
"Man this is SOOO annoying! Why does it have to thunder and lightning tonight?!?!" Eric tossed in his restless condition, unable to sleep. At least that's what he thought. Gradually, bit by bit, Eric dosed off, and fell into a deep sleep. Else where, Jen was silently making her way across Wes' room. He tossed, and turned, restlessly sitting up now and then, before falling back down to attempt sleep again. She watched his restlessness, and wondered what was wrong.
{Maybe he's just nervous. Or maybe he's aware that I'm here, and, and.}
Jen's line of thought trailed off, and she crept closer. Crouching down, she was about to leapt up, when she heard Wes mumble something. Her sharp cat hearing picked up the words, and she relaxed her muscles to listen for a minute.
"So lonely, want company, why can't Dad just leave me alone for once? Please help me, lonely." It took a few seconds for Jen to realise that Wes had actually drifted off into a restless slumber, and was talking in his sleep. Tensing her muscles again, she crouched, then stretched out and sprang forward, her front paws, then the rest of her body before her back paws, lightly landing upon the bed. Wes jumped out of the restless dose he had been in surprise and shock. Jen merely meowed at him, rubbing her cat body against him.
{Well you said you wanted company. I'm here, aren't I?}
Shock settled into Wes, as he realised that the black striped cat before him was Jen, and the words he had heard just a minute ago, were indeed her thoughts. He blinked for a minute, his still, sitting up figure illuminated every so often when the lightning flashed. Eventually, he stroked Jen's head, softly, before speaking.
"How come I can hear your thoughts?"
{How else am I suppose to communicate with you? It's not as if I can speak you know. A little 'extra' those nice scientists felt they wanted to put in.}
Disgust at her words ran through Wes again. He fell backwards, onto the pillow, and felt Jen carefully pad up towards his head, purring all the way. When she reached him, she rubbed against his head, immense purring somehow drowning out the thunder. She settled down beside him, being careful not to position herself too near to Wes face. He stroked her, and felt her arch her back at the touch of his fingertips. Her fur felt soft, and he gently picked her up with his two hands. He had been on one side, so as to pick up Jen, and he rolled onto his back again, as he gently put Jen down on top of his chest. She purred all the more, slightly digging in her claws, rubbing against his rising chest.
They both fell asleep like that, Wes feeling more comfortable feeling Jen there, and Jen feeling safer from the dangerous world around her being with Wes. It was as if nothing could separate them, no matter what anybody chucked at them.
Eric meanwhile, had eventually drifted off, but nightmares plagued his world. They were filled of the org who had originally sent them here, how they were going to get back, flashes of lightning and claps of thunder. He rolled restlessly from one side of the bed to the other, constantly moving, longing for someone to be there and comfort him. He suddenly saw the org there, the one who had caused all this trouble. It was a vivid view, the creature stretched out, hungry for the kill.
"So hungry.. Must feed.."
Eric jumped out of his bed with shock. For the rest of the night, he sat on the edge of his bed, surveying the storm around him. Swaying slightly, the shadows danced around his figure, the drumbeats of thunder overcame his hearing, and the lightning streaks ripped across the night sky, plaguing fear and horror into his heart. '
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Daylight met human and cat sleeping together upon the bed. Jen's breathing was silent across the light streaked room, and Wes' deep breath just reached Jen's little cat nose. Her bushy tail swept away from her body and back again in a smooth movement. Her nose sniffed slightly, the warm air tickling it. Jen studied Wes' sleeping face for a minute, then she dug her claws into both of Wes' shoulders. His body lifted away from the bed in pain, and he instinctively held onto Jen's little cat form as he sat up.
"And just what was that for?" Wes moved both his hands to support Jen comfortably. She settled herself into Wes' arms, then suddenly replied.
{Well I had to wake you up somehow. Just my little way of using my claws to my advantage.}
"So that's why your nails were so sharp on that night when we fought you! They were your kitty claws instead!" Wes exclaimed.
{Very good. You get an A+}
"Oh yeah." Wes smiled, and ran his fingers through the soft, thick fur. Jen began to purr, rubbing her head against Wes' chest. She affectionately pushed her cat cheeks against Wes, purring madly all the while. After about 4 minutes of this, Wes carefully motioned for Jen to jump onto the bed again. She obliged, and, being careful not to hurt Wes with her claws, sprang from his arms.
He got up off the bed, leaving Jen to curl up and purr. Destined in a bathroom direction, Wes yawned, and slammed the bathroom door shut behind him. He returned several minutes later to find a human Jen lost in thoughts outside of the bedroom window.
"So we didn't like being a cat all that long then?" Wes exited the bathroom with a bemused look on his face.
"I wanted to stretch a bit. One can get a bit cramped up in that position for so long. Besides," she said whilst turning to face Wes, "I think you prefer it when I talk to you via speech rather than thought." She smiled, and took pleasure in seeing his equally amused expression.
"Well, yes I do kinda prefer speech to thought. I know when you're going to speak." The two laughed, as Wes crossed the room to where Jen was. He carefully wrapped his arms around her waist, and she leant back, resting her head against his chest. They stayed like that for at least 10 minutes, Jen taking in the warmth and the feel of Wes, and Wes exploring the many twists and turns of Jen. It was strange to feel Jen's body with such smallness, and minus the fur. He was shocked however, when Jen began to purr.
"Hey, people can't purr! I thought only actual cats did that." Wes looked at Jen in disbelief.
"I can. I'm part with a cat, so I can be human, cat, or in between. In between means I can purr, I normally have my sharp claws, if I'm angry enough, I'll have my tail and yellow kitty eyes at the ready." It took several minutes for this to settle in, in which time, Jen snuggled back into Wes.
Wes was still hurt at what they had done to Jen. He loved her deeply, and to think that they had deliberately hurt Jen pained him even more. She turned around, so that they embraced.
When they were eventually just facing one another, each ones arms around the other one, Wes couldn't resist the temptation that came next. He leant down, and softly kissed Jen on the lips. He was overjoyed when Jen responded, deepening the kiss. They kissed, passionately, for about 5 minutes, a small, yet noticable fight for dominance, in which Wes won. After this, they pulled apart, both taking in the fact that they had just kissed for the first time ever. A new sort of feeling came over Jen, and she snuggled back into Wes' chest all over again.
For the first time ever, she really felt loved.
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Gothic: Well, that certainly took a while to write! 2,313 words, and it would take 6 pages to print the entire lot out. I have changed the storyline, the differences exactly I will explian in the next chapter. Meanwhile, how did Jen and Wes' first kiss go? I'd love some guidance on the puzzlement I mentioned before the chapter, so please help!
Gothic: Okay, so I feel kinda better today. I think writing 'Cuts' helped. Trust me, cutting yourself doesn't solve anything, but does make you feel better, and causes a sore arm. Anyhow, back on Shape Shifters, there's going to be a bit of action between Jen and Wes later on. *wink, wink* Should I push the rating up for describing a sex scene, and should I push the rating up for a scene involving sexual activity, but not actual sex? I think I'm gonna change the storyline around a bit! Please guide me here!
Kitty: She's getting there, but this could take a while. Meanwhile, R&R Please! "Talking" {Thinking}
Gothic: I don't own it! I swear I don't own it! But I would recommend reading the updated version of chappie 6 before hand, as this chappie follows on from it! ~+~+~+~+~+~
It wasn't until 2.10pm in the afternoon, before the searching rangers discovered that Wes had found Jen. When they did find out, it was only on the fact that Wes had come back down the stairs, with Jen closely following him. Noticing the dark looks in both their eyes, the rangers took sense in assuming that the two had talked. Katie, Alyssa and Taylor talked out in the hall whilst the others attempted lunch.
"You think that the two of them were talking about the cells?" Whispered Alyssa.
"Well why else would they refuse to tell what happened when Wes found Jen, and more importantly what information Wes learnt from Jen during the discussion." Katie showed clear signs of anger, and both of the other girls shielded away from the outburst.
"What does it matter if Wes found out a few odd bits Jen has to tell? The thing is, the quicker Jen knows she can trust us, the sooner she will open up a bit, and tell us what she knows." Taylor sounded extra serious, and she leant against the wall, eyes closed, and deep in thought.
"It matters a lot what Wes knows!" Katie hissed in reply. " What Jen tells Wes, she may not willingly tell us, and to break the bond between them by forcing Wes to tell us what he knows will shatter every shard of trust Jen has in him. " Katie's anger was rapidly building up, and Alyssa threw several dirty looks in the dark skinned girl's direction.
"Calm down girl! Time will tell whether things will get that bad. A thousand years is a long time to wait though." Taylor's attempt at humour didn't get her very far.
"That is time we cannot waste. Jen's actual condition is unknown yet, and her time in those mental cells could have potentially damaged her mental condition. " Taylor and Alyssa stared at the authority Katie displayed. "This is a situation where we must use every brain cell we have in our heads to get around lies, deceit, and fake covers. There is a lot standing in our way."
The three girls closed their mental ears to each ones thoughts, and the three relaxed for a minute or two. None of them were aware of a certain cat, with black stripes watching them from the stairs above.
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The cold Northern wind whirled through the fur of Alex's hood. He had only come here on the guidance of the Akailo, the guidance that the this prophecy could be prevented, the destiny of things changed. He stumbled through mounds of ice, desperate to get back to his pod. The pod would only take him so far. For the rest of his journey, Alex would have to walk. The pod, in itself, was a ice proof, oval shaped vehicle, designed to plough through the most fearsome of snowstorms, to carry it's passengers to their destination in the freezing cold North, or simply to just carry them through the ice stormed rule of the Poles. He himself, was pleased of the endurance the pod had.
Reaching the shiny metal pod, that had also been designed to repel snow and ice, to ensure easy recognising of the transport, Alex pulled open the door. Stepping inside, he strode to the front of the vehicle, and settled down in the ever so comfy chair that awaited him. In fact, it was more of a chair with several squashy blankets sewn into it for one to cuddle into, than a chair. He pushed the button that would restart the autopilot programme.
Settling down, Alex relaxed, and surveyed the bleak, white covered land in front of him. He took out a notepad, and began to write notes of the mission he had set out upon. He could wait to get to the temple, but it would be a welcoming sight when he got there.
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The lightning crashed through the night, sending waves of terror to few members of the household. Trip almost jumped out of his bed in shock, as thunder shortly followed. Jen felt her breathing come shallow and ragged, as her mind drowned in the unforgotten memories of the mental cell they'd locked her in whilst they thought her mad. It unsurprised her thoughts, as she remembered that they still did think her insane, and yet the thunder and lightning still reminded her of those horrific moments that still stood out in her mind. With a whimper, her lithe body disappeared, and the o so familiar wildcat sprung from the bed, and padded, uneasily, from the room.
The thunder still crashed through the night, followed by flashes of blue lightning that lit up the room for two seconds, then plunged the watcher from the bed into darkness again. Unknowingly, both Wes and Eric were tossing and turning, both unable to sleep. The thunder crashed so loudly at the time, that Wes didn't hear Jen slip into his room.
"Man this is SOOO annoying! Why does it have to thunder and lightning tonight?!?!" Eric tossed in his restless condition, unable to sleep. At least that's what he thought. Gradually, bit by bit, Eric dosed off, and fell into a deep sleep. Else where, Jen was silently making her way across Wes' room. He tossed, and turned, restlessly sitting up now and then, before falling back down to attempt sleep again. She watched his restlessness, and wondered what was wrong.
{Maybe he's just nervous. Or maybe he's aware that I'm here, and, and.}
Jen's line of thought trailed off, and she crept closer. Crouching down, she was about to leapt up, when she heard Wes mumble something. Her sharp cat hearing picked up the words, and she relaxed her muscles to listen for a minute.
"So lonely, want company, why can't Dad just leave me alone for once? Please help me, lonely." It took a few seconds for Jen to realise that Wes had actually drifted off into a restless slumber, and was talking in his sleep. Tensing her muscles again, she crouched, then stretched out and sprang forward, her front paws, then the rest of her body before her back paws, lightly landing upon the bed. Wes jumped out of the restless dose he had been in surprise and shock. Jen merely meowed at him, rubbing her cat body against him.
{Well you said you wanted company. I'm here, aren't I?}
Shock settled into Wes, as he realised that the black striped cat before him was Jen, and the words he had heard just a minute ago, were indeed her thoughts. He blinked for a minute, his still, sitting up figure illuminated every so often when the lightning flashed. Eventually, he stroked Jen's head, softly, before speaking.
"How come I can hear your thoughts?"
{How else am I suppose to communicate with you? It's not as if I can speak you know. A little 'extra' those nice scientists felt they wanted to put in.}
Disgust at her words ran through Wes again. He fell backwards, onto the pillow, and felt Jen carefully pad up towards his head, purring all the way. When she reached him, she rubbed against his head, immense purring somehow drowning out the thunder. She settled down beside him, being careful not to position herself too near to Wes face. He stroked her, and felt her arch her back at the touch of his fingertips. Her fur felt soft, and he gently picked her up with his two hands. He had been on one side, so as to pick up Jen, and he rolled onto his back again, as he gently put Jen down on top of his chest. She purred all the more, slightly digging in her claws, rubbing against his rising chest.
They both fell asleep like that, Wes feeling more comfortable feeling Jen there, and Jen feeling safer from the dangerous world around her being with Wes. It was as if nothing could separate them, no matter what anybody chucked at them.
Eric meanwhile, had eventually drifted off, but nightmares plagued his world. They were filled of the org who had originally sent them here, how they were going to get back, flashes of lightning and claps of thunder. He rolled restlessly from one side of the bed to the other, constantly moving, longing for someone to be there and comfort him. He suddenly saw the org there, the one who had caused all this trouble. It was a vivid view, the creature stretched out, hungry for the kill.
"So hungry.. Must feed.."
Eric jumped out of his bed with shock. For the rest of the night, he sat on the edge of his bed, surveying the storm around him. Swaying slightly, the shadows danced around his figure, the drumbeats of thunder overcame his hearing, and the lightning streaks ripped across the night sky, plaguing fear and horror into his heart. '
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Daylight met human and cat sleeping together upon the bed. Jen's breathing was silent across the light streaked room, and Wes' deep breath just reached Jen's little cat nose. Her bushy tail swept away from her body and back again in a smooth movement. Her nose sniffed slightly, the warm air tickling it. Jen studied Wes' sleeping face for a minute, then she dug her claws into both of Wes' shoulders. His body lifted away from the bed in pain, and he instinctively held onto Jen's little cat form as he sat up.
"And just what was that for?" Wes moved both his hands to support Jen comfortably. She settled herself into Wes' arms, then suddenly replied.
{Well I had to wake you up somehow. Just my little way of using my claws to my advantage.}
"So that's why your nails were so sharp on that night when we fought you! They were your kitty claws instead!" Wes exclaimed.
{Very good. You get an A+}
"Oh yeah." Wes smiled, and ran his fingers through the soft, thick fur. Jen began to purr, rubbing her head against Wes' chest. She affectionately pushed her cat cheeks against Wes, purring madly all the while. After about 4 minutes of this, Wes carefully motioned for Jen to jump onto the bed again. She obliged, and, being careful not to hurt Wes with her claws, sprang from his arms.
He got up off the bed, leaving Jen to curl up and purr. Destined in a bathroom direction, Wes yawned, and slammed the bathroom door shut behind him. He returned several minutes later to find a human Jen lost in thoughts outside of the bedroom window.
"So we didn't like being a cat all that long then?" Wes exited the bathroom with a bemused look on his face.
"I wanted to stretch a bit. One can get a bit cramped up in that position for so long. Besides," she said whilst turning to face Wes, "I think you prefer it when I talk to you via speech rather than thought." She smiled, and took pleasure in seeing his equally amused expression.
"Well, yes I do kinda prefer speech to thought. I know when you're going to speak." The two laughed, as Wes crossed the room to where Jen was. He carefully wrapped his arms around her waist, and she leant back, resting her head against his chest. They stayed like that for at least 10 minutes, Jen taking in the warmth and the feel of Wes, and Wes exploring the many twists and turns of Jen. It was strange to feel Jen's body with such smallness, and minus the fur. He was shocked however, when Jen began to purr.
"Hey, people can't purr! I thought only actual cats did that." Wes looked at Jen in disbelief.
"I can. I'm part with a cat, so I can be human, cat, or in between. In between means I can purr, I normally have my sharp claws, if I'm angry enough, I'll have my tail and yellow kitty eyes at the ready." It took several minutes for this to settle in, in which time, Jen snuggled back into Wes.
Wes was still hurt at what they had done to Jen. He loved her deeply, and to think that they had deliberately hurt Jen pained him even more. She turned around, so that they embraced.
When they were eventually just facing one another, each ones arms around the other one, Wes couldn't resist the temptation that came next. He leant down, and softly kissed Jen on the lips. He was overjoyed when Jen responded, deepening the kiss. They kissed, passionately, for about 5 minutes, a small, yet noticable fight for dominance, in which Wes won. After this, they pulled apart, both taking in the fact that they had just kissed for the first time ever. A new sort of feeling came over Jen, and she snuggled back into Wes' chest all over again.
For the first time ever, she really felt loved.
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Gothic: Well, that certainly took a while to write! 2,313 words, and it would take 6 pages to print the entire lot out. I have changed the storyline, the differences exactly I will explian in the next chapter. Meanwhile, how did Jen and Wes' first kiss go? I'd love some guidance on the puzzlement I mentioned before the chapter, so please help!