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intheheartTitle: Fetch
Rating: PG
Summary: Zack makes the change.
Notes: Sibling rivalry's a little more fraught when shifters are in the family. Also, here, have an infodump! Zack is about eleven/twelve.
"You're a wolf?" Paige asked, and then said, "How typical."
The one downside to an otherwise pretty cool otherself was that wolves didn't have fingers and thus couldn't flip off their elder sisters. Zack settled for a brief snarl.
"Now, now," Uncle Alex said, lounging on the beat-up couch in the changing room like the jaguar of his otherself. He'd come to stay when Zack turned eleven, just to be around when he changed. Not that anything bad had happened, but... just in case. "Play nicely, children."
Paige stuck her tongue out at their uncle, but leaned over the back of the couch to get a better look at Zack. "I suppose you look nice," she conceded, after a while.
He did look nice, all silver and grey pepperjack fur. He also looked like a puppy, all big ears and paws and rangy legs, but Uncle Alex assured him that was normal. Hell, he'd said, laughing, he'd looked like a kitten until he'd turned sixteen and that was not remotely intimidating. The wolf, he'd said, will grow as you do.
Zack flicked his ears at himself in the mirror, and decided it would do.
"So now," Uncle Alex said, "we'll set up a party for you, with all the family, and you'll get your tattoo and get the lecture—you know, the less you change the more the otherself takes over, change once a month or bad shit happens, the tattoo guides you, all that nonsense you remember from your sister's change."
Zack made a snurfling noise, trying to indicate that he hadn't exactly been listening then, being too busy laughing at his sister's otherself. Because... really, Paige was a marmoset. Who the hell became a marmoset? The thought made him drop his mouth open, as close as he could get to a laugh.
Paige narrowed her eyes. Shit. He'd forgotten that she could always tell when he was laughing at her. She shifted ominously against the back of the couch, then inquired, innocently, "Do you suppose he'll play fetch?"
Uncle Alex had to shift to pull them apart, after that.
Rating: PG
Summary: Zack makes the change.
Notes: Sibling rivalry's a little more fraught when shifters are in the family. Also, here, have an infodump! Zack is about eleven/twelve.
"You're a wolf?" Paige asked, and then said, "How typical."
The one downside to an otherwise pretty cool otherself was that wolves didn't have fingers and thus couldn't flip off their elder sisters. Zack settled for a brief snarl.
"Now, now," Uncle Alex said, lounging on the beat-up couch in the changing room like the jaguar of his otherself. He'd come to stay when Zack turned eleven, just to be around when he changed. Not that anything bad had happened, but... just in case. "Play nicely, children."
Paige stuck her tongue out at their uncle, but leaned over the back of the couch to get a better look at Zack. "I suppose you look nice," she conceded, after a while.
He did look nice, all silver and grey pepperjack fur. He also looked like a puppy, all big ears and paws and rangy legs, but Uncle Alex assured him that was normal. Hell, he'd said, laughing, he'd looked like a kitten until he'd turned sixteen and that was not remotely intimidating. The wolf, he'd said, will grow as you do.
Zack flicked his ears at himself in the mirror, and decided it would do.
"So now," Uncle Alex said, "we'll set up a party for you, with all the family, and you'll get your tattoo and get the lecture—you know, the less you change the more the otherself takes over, change once a month or bad shit happens, the tattoo guides you, all that nonsense you remember from your sister's change."
Zack made a snurfling noise, trying to indicate that he hadn't exactly been listening then, being too busy laughing at his sister's otherself. Because... really, Paige was a marmoset. Who the hell became a marmoset? The thought made him drop his mouth open, as close as he could get to a laugh.
Paige narrowed her eyes. Shit. He'd forgotten that she could always tell when he was laughing at her. She shifted ominously against the back of the couch, then inquired, innocently, "Do you suppose he'll play fetch?"
Uncle Alex had to shift to pull them apart, after that.
