Disclaimer: Ok, we all know this song and dance routine. Weren't mine, aren't mine, and never will be mine. But hey, a girl can dream, right?

AN#1: Ok, any homophobes, turn back now. This IS slash, and it WILL contain adult situations. Don't like, don't read. Con crit is welcome, and flames should be at least 3ft high. It gets cold in Berwick during the winter. And the gas bill is atrocious.

AN#2: Yeah, definitely NOT following the show anymore. I'm pissed at their writers. I HATE their season finale!!!

AN#3: Does anyone have a sharp stick I can borrow? I need to poke my muse, the lazy bitch.

The abnormal paced the length of his cell, agitated. There was another shifter here, in the process of courting if the pheremones were anything to go by, and he didn't want to get into a fight with him. He had already been thrown out of his pack in a dispute over mates.

And now he was captured, in some sort of facility, presumably to be studied, examined, and then disected.

He abrubtly froze in midstride as his own brown eyed gaze locked with the one of the humans studying him. The man. He lifted his head and breathed deep, letting his enhanced sense of smell pick up the man's scent. The pheremones confirmed it. This was the human the other shifter was courting.

'So lets recap,' he snarled to himself, 'Locked up in another shifter's territory with said shifter's potential mate less than ten feet away. Death is imminent.'

Then, as if merely thinking about him called him, the other shifter appeared. He stalked forward toward the cell, growling low in his throat.

'Oh, yeah,' the shifter in the cell thought, lowering his ears and tucking his tail between his hind legs, 'You're in for an ass-whooping now, Jonnyboy.'

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Henry stalked toward the shifter, who cowered in the cell. He watched in satisfaction as it whimpered and crunched itself into a smaller ball with every step he took forward.

Henry stopped a few inched from the plexiglass, glaring at the trembling shape in the cell, hyperaware of the shifter before him, Will, Helen, and Ashley behind him.

"Shift back," he snarled to the shifter.

There was a faint whine, and then a naked seventeen year old boy lay there, curled up into a ball.

Sorry for the wait. I wasn't sure how I wanted my OC Jonathan, a.k.a Jonnyboy, to turn out.