TITLE: One Soul
sequel to Two Worlds
AUTHOR: Macx
RATING: Mature
PAIRING: Henry/Will
SPOILERS: 1.7 and onward, quotes are all from 'Edward'
DISCLAIMER: None of the characters belong to me, sadly. They are owned by people with a lot more money
Author's Voice of Warning (aka Author's Standard Note):
English is not my first language; it's German. I've been writing for fandom for fifteen years in that language, longer in my native language. Any mistakes you find in here, collect them and you might win a prize The spell-checker said everything's okay, but you know how trustworthy those thingies are....
FEEDBACK: Loved

Aside from hunting abnormal creatures that harmed or even killed humans, or rescuing those hunted by humans in turn, Dr. Will Zimmerman also had regular sessions with his patients. It was a voluntary matter for them and he had been surprised who had made use of this offer.

Talking with Sally was difficult. It required a conduit, which was mostly his hand pressed against the glass, hearing her voice in his head. It was a distorted sound since his bone was relaying the sound waves, and it had taken some getting used to. She had opened up to him after the Bermuda Triangle disaster. Magnus had told her about the massacre of her people, and Will had watched her ethereally beautiful face contort. Her song of mourning had been heard for days. It had been strangely touching, drawing him to the underwater habitat, and suddenly she had pressed her hand against the glass in a clear offer. They had had several sessions since then.

Steve was another patient. Will hadn't given him the name, he had chosen it himself after watching one too many episodes of The Six Million Dollar Man. Steve was a frigging tall, armor-plated, lizard-like abnormal who doubled as a training partner for Ashley when she was testing Henry's weaponry. He was fast, looked ferocious, had a sharp sense of humor, and he had no idea if his people still existed. He didn't even know if he had had a mother when he had been born. He had grown up alone and when his home had been destroyed, Magnus had been there to help him. He had been grateful to her, but he also suffered from not knowing anything.

Steve was a good example for the whole concept of beauty and peace lurking behind a fierce exterior. With all the armor plates and dangerous looking spikes, he gave a good impression of a ruthless warrior of a lizard clan. As it was, he only ever behaved dangerously when working with Ashley. Actually he enjoyed reading and the internet a lot more.

Sophie Carter had come back to the Sanctuary a few times, but she mostly talked to Will on the phone. She needed someone to just listen to her, someone who knew about the abnormal, who understood the 'gift' and Will was there to her. They talked for hours when necessary, or she just needed a moment of normalcy.

Henry liked watching Will work, liked listening to the gentle sounds of his voice as he talked, even though he rarely understood what was said. Just the murmur in the background was soothing. Henry being the tech guy and Will either out on a hunt/rescue or with a patient, they found little time together, aside from at night in bed. So when Will was on the phone with Sophie and Henry was hacking away at his computer, the background murmur was like someone else's radio. Henry enjoyed it; more than he had ever thought possible.

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"Sucker," Ashley sang as she caught him looking over to where Will was talking with Steve.

"What?" He blinked, snapping out of his reverie.

"You really have it bad, hm?" She perched on the table and let her legs dangle.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he muttered and turned back to fiddling with one of the guns.

"You. Will. Cute butt, cute smile, must be terrific in bed," she teased.

Green eyes snapped up once more and he stared at his friend.

"Fantastic? Better than everything before him? Mucho hot?"

"Ashley…" Henry groaned.

"Oh, c'mon. Just having fun."

"At my expense," he muttered.

"At whose if not yours?" She shrugged and picked up a second series model of a gun Henry had been trying to improve. Expertly she snapped it open, inspected the ammunition chamber, then closed it and sighted down the barrel. "Cool. Can I test?"

"Not done. Come back tomorrow."

"I haven't had any of your new toys to test for a while," she pouted.

"And you won't if you keep interrupting me."

Ashley grinned and let her eyes wander over to where Steve was gesticulating and Will nodded.

"There's interruptions and there's Will, hm?"

"He's over there. Far away. Not hanging out on my work bench," Henry pointed out, giving her a little push. Ashley obediently slid off.

"But you wish he would. Hang out around here, maybe on the work bench?"

"You're creeping me out, Ash. More than usual. Why don't you take your overactive imagination and just…" Henry made a general gesture. "I don't know. Hunt?"

"My imagination is just fine. I'm a girl. I know how hot two guys can be. And you two? Major hot."

"Go!" he groaned. He grabbed another prototype and pushed it into her hands. "Go. Test this. Anywhere but here!"

Ashley's eyes lit up and Henry called himself a true sucker. "Sweet! Thanks, Henry!"

And she was off.

"I'm such a pushover," he grumbled. "All for a gun. Geez, the girl drives me crazy!"

At least he now had his peace and quiet again, with Will around working with a patient and Henry tackling a tech problem. Normalcy.

Normalcy was good.

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Normalcy was only good as long as your mate didn't get showered in some other Abnormal's pheromones, making said mate unstoppably attractive to whoever caught a whiff of the man. Whoever male, that is. Even Bigfoot had been acting weird, so Magnus had told Will to lock himself up and not come out until the pheromones had worn off.

She hadn't said anything against Henry joining their psychiatrist in his exile.

Normalcy had gone out of the window pretty fast.

So Henry spent the next twelve hours in a locked, secure room with a highly attractive man who, in addition to being his mate, also gave off pheromones from another Abnormal. The wolf was irritated and bent on reclaiming what was his; the human was simply horny.

After the first three hours he had to add a few new images to his mental hard drive. Will on his knees and giving him head was sexy as hell. Will spread out on the bed was even sexier. Some images were blurry, but the emotions were clear.

"Damn," Zimmerman breathed beside him, rolling onto his stomach and watching Henry from hooded eyes.

"I am," Henry replied, unable to resist touching the handsome man next to him.

He had no idea how they could still get it up, but he was. And Will was. And shit, it was good every time. They would be running out of lube before this whole pheromone mess was over!

Will smiled and he leaned over, kissing the other man. He gently bit the lower lip as they parted, watching Will's eyes darken.

Definite kink.

"You think it's hot," he murmured.

"What? You fucking me through the mattress? Very hot. And I won't be able to walk for a week."

Henry chuckled, letting his fingers play along the muscles of Will's back. He briefly circled the bite mark on the neck, drawing a little shiver. That alone had his lycan side rumble.

"You like doing it with a wolf, hm?"

"Are we going into the deeper psychology of abnormal sex?"

"Abnormal?"

Blue eyes narrowed and Henry grinned.

"And yes, I like having sex with you, Henry. I think this proves it. Pheromones aside, I'm not saying no to it."

"Good." He leaned over and nibbled at the scar, nuzzling over to where the second scar was. The one where the bug had been placed into Will's body. His mate hummed a little.

"And you're obsessed with that scar."

"Am not."

"Are too."

Will turned around, catching him in a hot, open-mouthed kiss. His thumbs brushed over Henry's pierced nipples and the lycan groaned. The little touches sent sparks through his system. Henry caught a whiff of pheromones again and the growl that rose in his voice couldn't be overheard. He recognized the expression in Will's face, too. His eyes were changing. It didn't deter his mate, though.

Things blurred again for Henry and when he was finally able to catch a thought, the mattress featured puncture holes that had clearly been made by claws. His brief rise of panic was soothed by Will, who drew him close and kissed him reassuringly.

"Will…"

Another kiss.

"I…"

"Part of the therapy," Zimmerman murmured, drawing him closer.

"Shredding the mattress?!"

"Hm-mh."

"I lost it, Will, I lost control!"

"You didn't. You were still you. With a few wolf attributes, but that's progress."

Henry felt the panic flutter through him some more. What if he turned wolf completely in bed? The very thought had him freak even more.

Will's hand drew gentle patterns on his skin. "You can't hurt me, Henry."

"I can," he whispered, terror settling inside him.

Yes, he could. Severely. Even kill.

"Henry, look at me."

He did, meeting the calm blue gaze.

"Passion is not aggression."

"I changed, Will. If my passion hurts you…"

"You're not two people. The wolf isn't another person. You're not schizophrenic. Trust me. Trust yourself."

But that was the problem. He trusted Will, but himself? No. The wolf was a wild creature and no amount of reassurance could convince Henry of the opposite.

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When they finally left the room, Will did walk a little oddly, but it was nothing, he told Henry, a hot bath wouldn't cure. Henry could only agree. He felt sore himself.

They passed Ashley, who gave them a cheeky little grin. Will frowned. She winked.

"Henry?"

"Hm?"

"Are there surveillance cameras in that room?"

"Hm? What room?"

"The one we spent locked up in the past twelve hours."

Henry appeared thoughtful. "Why do you ask?"

"Ashley. She… winked."

The lycan glanced at him, frowning more.

"And no, the pheromones only attracted males. So… cameras?"

The green eyes suddenly widened. "I think I should check that…"

Will sighed. "No, don't. Too late anyway if there was a live feed."

"At least we provided cheap entertainment," Henry replied and shrugged.

Will stared at him. "Cheap?!"

"She didn't have to pay for the porn site."

Will glared, but he stepped into their shared room when Henry held open the door.

"And it was much better acting," Henry added, laughing.

"Yeah." Will headed for the bathroom. "Downside is, we didn't get paid for it." And he closed the door.

Henry laughed more, shaking his head. He decided to give his partner the time to soak a little, then take a shower himself. Until then, it was time to check on the net and see if anything had come up. And if he came across some camera feed from the unused room, he'd store the film on his private server. Password secured. Eyes only.