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It took both of them to lift and haul an unconscious Skinner all the way to the apartment building Jekyll mentioned. The apartment was more if an attic. It was small, low roofed and dusty.

Tom sneezed and almost dropped Skinner.

"Almost there," murmured Jekyll. Together they managed to manipulate the invisible werewolf onto the tiny cot.

"What's his wounds like doc?" asked Sawyer.

"Give me a minute," said Jekyll. He cautiously felt around the invisible form and then said, "He's healed already."

"What?"

"I've heard that werewolves do heal fast," Jekyll offered. Tom sighed.

"Well at least we don't have to worry about him dying." He ran a hand through his brown hair and said, "What about you doc?"

"Just scratches. I should have an old work kit here." He rummaged around and soon brought out a little bag stuffed full of supplies. "Are you hurt?" he asked Tom.

Sawyer shook his head. "Is there water here?"

"Yes. What for?"

"I want to wipe the blood off his coat," said Sawyer. "I don't think it's a good idea to let him come to, reeking of blood."

"Point taken," said Jekyll and pointed the way to a little pump in the corner.

Tom filled a bowl, soaked his kerchief into the water and began to wipe the blood of the werewolf's fur. After a moment the wolf stirred, no doubt bothered by the cold water.

"Shh," Tom said softly. "It's just me Skinner."

The blood covered muzzle lifted a little and after a pause rested back down and Skinner apparently went back to sleep. Tom resumed wiping the blood off and then glanced at Jekyll. The doctor slowly unfroze and gave Tom a look.

"I figure it's still him. If he didn't remember that he'd turned, he might listen to me. Looks like I was right."

"Next time give me some warning," murmured Jekyll. "Hyde wasn't too happy, just then."

"Alright," chuckled Tom softly.

"He's bigger than a normal wolf," Jekyll observed after a while.

"Really?" said Tom, quietly sarcastic, "I didn't notice." Henry tossed a bandage at him.


It was almost daybreak when the wolf woke both of them. A low whine sounded in the close confines of the attic. Sawyer sat up straight from where he'd slain on a bench and Jekyll had come to his feet from the only armchair in the room.

Another low whine echoed through the room and ended in a growl. The cot creaked as the werewolf shifted on it. Another low whine-growl but this time they both identified it as a sound of pain.

"What's happening?" Sawyer asked.

"He's changing back I think," said Jekyll.

"Shit!"

Another growl this time, sharp and angry and the wolf most likely attempted to get to its feet but collapsed. The cot rocked violently and the werewolf growled and then howled a little.

Both sawyer and Jekyll winced from the noise and Tom noticed that Jekyll had a hand in his pocket, holding on to one of his vials should it become necessary.

The wolf let out another whine and shifted. This time they heard the grotesque cracking of bone. Something else popped and Skinner howl-whined. The sheets under the invisible form was twisting and bunching as the body on them was contorting.

After a horrified moment, Sawyer leapt forward. A defensive growl greeted his approach but although he slowed, Tom didn't stop.

"I've never been afraid of you Skinner," Tom told him, "Damned if I start now."

Skinner kept on growling but it was interspaced with whines of pain.

"Easy," Tom soothed, "You're gonna be fine."

There was a snapping, snarling sound and Tom knew Skinner had just attempted to bite him. Then the cot rocked again as the form on top it, slumped heavily onto it.

"Shh," said Tom, "Not here to hurt you pal."

The wolf whined low and dangerous but Tom reached out slowly and rested his hand on the neck ruff. Skinner attempted to shake him off and bite him but Tom stopped him and murmured soothingly under his breath.

After a few moments Skinner got it into his head that he wasn't going to be harmed and promptly forgot all about Sawyer. It took long, far too long in Sawyer's opinion, although it was probably only half an hour or so, before the wolf shape had twisted back into Skinner's.

Tom kept his hand on Skinner through the entire process until fur had receded to skin and Skinner lay slumped on the bead breathing harshly.

"Skinner?" asked Sawyer.

"Yeah?" he answered and then turned on the bed and passed out.


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