Jason Schuyler

Lil walks into the room carrying a tray with four plates of chicken cacciatore.

"Well, it's not deer, but it might tide you guys over."

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"Oh my God, you are a Godsend, Lil, and I hope they tell you that on a daily basis"

She gets up to help pass out the plates of food.

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"Hey, Lil. Come join the party, Sweets."

Eyeing the plates, a soft sigh as the talk had turned him on for more than prekilled dinner.

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She sits down on the floor with her plate. "So, any idea what to do about Mr. 'I'm fine, don't worry about me'?

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"I tried beating him within an inch of his life but.. He just came back for more. Wait, that wasn't beating."

Grinning, looking almost like the playful kitten he could be.

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She tries not to laugh and swallows the bite she took. "Could you not do that while I'm eating? I don't want to die yet."

Shakes her head. "No, really. Any ideas?"

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"Seriously? I'm trying. But I'm just one kitty and he..."

Stopping, something clicking in his mind, about his place and the difference between Alpha and friend, as he glances at the man beside him.

"He has a right to handle things as he sees fit, with me kickin him in the ass to keep him on the right path."

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She snickers, and takes another bite of her food.

"And who keeps you on the right path, wicked wild cat? Hmmmmm?"

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"Me. What it means to be Alpha, Doll."

Licking his lips, flickering the tip at her a minute.

"And don't call me wicked until you truly know."

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She takes a couple of bites. "So, how does it work? Getting made into a werewolf?"

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"Simplest? You get bit and you hope you go furry next full moon. Or not. Depends on what you want. Usually it's a lot bloodier than that. And... And there is a vaccine and you can get it from that."

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"...so, if I wanted to become a werewolf, would you be able to keep control of Jason? Make sure nothing happens?"

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He blinks, arching a brow.

"I get the feeling the pup has more control than I do but.. Yeah. I could. But...'

Biting at his lip, shaking his head.

"Not yet? He... Fuck, isn't my place but he shouldn't be up for that. If I was his Alpha? His ass would be practically locked away until he was a hundred percent again."

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She stares at him, not blinking. "What's the fastest way for him to heal?"

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"This isn't my place, Lil. I'm not his, he isn't mine. I shouldn't be talking his business to others. Just... He needs comfort for one. A sense of belonging. What he would have with a pack. He can have that with non shifters. I've seen vampires and humans as parts of pards. Mostly as fodder but they help."

Rolling his shoulders, trying to not look uncomfortable.

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Quietly. "We've already talked about it, but I didn't trust myself to do it alone."

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"I would rather you healed more. But yeah, not my place, Kid. You want back up? I'll be there. All you ever have to do, pup, is ask."

Smiling softly, eyes slitted once more.

"How could I fault you, abandon you, when yer doin' what I told you to?"

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"...tonight?"

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..Jason? Do you want me to leave? Or..

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He shrugs. "Up to Lil, I don't care. She might need someone to help her clean up afterwards."

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She turns to Lilibet.

"Lil? I'll be honest, I wasn't made like these guys were - but Jason will tell you, I've had my share of times that I've been bloody and near - broken. And it was good to have someone there to help...If you want me to stay, I will."

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