An Unexpected Visitor

[MAXINE MCMANUS]

Maxi was spending her Saturday grading papers. The sun was dipping below the horizon now, and she realized it was getting too dark to read the papers without a lamp. Her mug of coffee had been empty for about an hour and the plate for her sandwich was still sitting on the corner of her desk. She rubbed her eyes before yawning and stretching her arms above her head, dropping her head and long ponytail back over the back of the chair. The last paper was done, and she was glad tomorrow would be available for cleaning and reading. When she relaxed with a long sigh, looking up at the ceiling, she wondered if she might get a visit from August tonight. It would certainly be a welcome surprise, but it was impossible to predict when he would come by. The only consistency was the time of day he came by; always after the sun had set.

She grabbed the mug and the plate and retreated down the stairs. It was likely she would come back up and read for a little while, even though she had been reading all day. Tonight felt like a Shakespeare night, and she decided it was likely she would read part of one of his histories. She refilled her cup of coffee and was making her way back towards the door, when something made her pause. Her eyes caught a figure sitting on the swinging bench just in front of the window by her door. It scared her initially, but her heart jumped a little, wondering if it was August. The closer she got to the door, however, she noticed the hair wasn't brown, but blonde. Her heart calmed down though she felt a smile come to her lips, knowing exactly who that was on her porch.

Opening her door, she stuck her head out with a grin. "You're lucky I didn't grab my shotgun," she teased before stepping out, barefoot, onto the porch, the painted wood warm beneath her feet and the sun warming her bare legs coming out from her shorts. It had been a beautiful spring day, and she missed it reading papers. Maxi walked the short distance to Brett, taking a sip of her coffee before cocking her head to the side. "Were you invited?" she asked with playful curiosity.

[brettdawson]

It had been a slow Saturday for Brett. He had gotten up at the crack of dawn for work. The station wanted him in so early because apparently they had some major breakthrough in the kidnapping case. They were wrong. It always took Brett or Rebecca to tell them they were morons. Being a detective amidst a bunch of high school diploma cops is tedious at times. But hey, he loved his job anyways After finding out their new "lead" sucked, he had nothing else to do. All other jobs had been taken care of. So basically the rest of Brett's day went to paperwork.

He had to spice up his Saturday. Otherwise it would be a waste! Immediately after work Brett drove to Pizza Hut. He was hungry, and didn't care if the person he'd surprise was or not. He could eat a whole pizza right? If not he'd give her the left overs. Maxi had always been a good friend to Brett. And he was always an ass. Or a flirt. But she didn't seem to mind. In fact she could put him in his place better than most people. So this, bringing a pizza to her house, was his random act of kindness for the week. Or month.

He plopped on her swing, the box on the ground next to him and waited. He managed to lay in the swing, his legs propped up on the opposite arm of the bench. His hands slid behind his head as he rested his eyes, soaking up the remaining sun's rays. He had on a simple red fitted t-shirt and jeans. The weather was cool enough that he could've worn a light jacket without sweating. His eyes blinked open at the sound of her voice, his snarky little smirk playing at his lips. "Wouldn't do you any good, babe! I'm like Superman." He sat up and turned to watch her join him on the porch as one arm flexed jokingly.

Brett called every good-looking girl 'babe'. Even if he didn't plan on sleeping with them in the near future. He took a glance at her outfit and body, out of habit. He couldn't resist. He was far too cocky to not check her out. Even if they were strictly just friends. Brett had tried to reel her in to his bed before, unsuccessfully. Which actually took a hit at his ego. Now that took some influence. Brett's ego had to be impenetrable. But somehow this ginger had chipped at it. Normally Brett wouldn't stick around someone who had that sort of power over him. But he still enjoyed her company, even if he couldn't do her. Maybe he just had a soft spot for her? Nah, he tried to convince himself.

"Were you invited?"

His smirk only grew as she asked that question. Her expression oddly cute to Brett. Shaking the thought, he snatched the pizza box before standing up. "In fact I was!" he handed it to her then, "By myself." His smile was sly, yet friendly at the same time. He swatted at her pony tail playfully before heading towards the house, inviting himself in. He called out to her, right before entering, "I thought I'd make your day. Who wouldn't want to see this face." He gave her his best smile and pointed to it, before laughing.

[MAXINE MCMANUS]

Maxi absent-mindedly took the box, confused when Brett said he was invited. "By myself." She smiled and rolled her eyes. Brett was like an overgrown teenager, which she supposed was part of his charm. He was funny and fun to be around, even when he was being an ass. That was the main reason she had never developed any real romantic feelings for him. Was she attracted to him? Yes. But his personality needed a lot of work, work which she knew he would never put in. So, here they were, good friends who occasionally flirted. When he swatted her ponytail, she brought her hand up to grab it straight, giggling. "Hey!" she cried, both at her ponytail and him walking into her house uninvited. "I thought I'd make your day. Who wouldn't want to see this face?" She laughed, rolling her eyes again and following him. "Really, Brett, you shouldn't be so humble," she teased.

She closed the door behind her and made her way to the kitchen. The pizza smelled good and she realized just how hungry she was. She hadn't eaten much today, so it was a welcome surprise. She put it on the counter and opened the lid before hopping up on the granite surface. Even perched on the counter, she didn't match his height, since she was so short. Grabbing a piece of pizza, she gave him a curious look. "Were you working today?" It wasn't uncommon for Brett to stop by after work, which was why she asked. It was a little odd that he would be working on a Saturday, though. Brett generally avoided weekend work like the plague. She munched on her pizza, swinging her legs off the ledge of the counter. It was just Brett, so she wouldn't bother with plates or anything. If he wanted one, she knew he would find one; he always made himself right at home.

Done with her first piece, she reached for another, her coffee abandoned on the counter. Coffee and pizza didn't go together unless she was hungover. "I feel like I've wasted my Saturday grading papers," she grumbled, unsure why she bothered to give out so much homework. It just gave her more work to do. Still, she did love teaching. She smiled at Brett before saying in an exaggerated voice, "But you've just made it so much better by showing your pretty face." Giggling, she took another bite of the slice in her hand before muttering, "I should use you for pizza more often." She gave him a teasing grin from her seat on the counter.

[brettdawson]

Brett leaned on the counter, the pizza box between them. He nabbed a piece quickly, he was starving... but when was he not hungry? Brett could eat four full meals in one sitting, and still have room for dessert. It could have to do with his Therian metabolism. He believes he could eat that much without his powers. He pretty much devoured the slice before answering her question. He groaned and nodded, "Yep. Some idiots thought they had an amazing breakthrough. Wrong." He grabbed for another slice.

Sometimes he just wanted to smack them upside the head. As he was tackling his second slice he listened to her complaint. He may not look the part, but Brett listened well. Of course he was obsessed with his looks and body, but he always gave his full attention to those who were speaking. Partially was because of his training and police work, but the other part was just deep inside him. A rooted German Shepherd trait that he possessed. He may or may not agree with the person he's listening too, but they get his undivided attention."I feel like I've wasted my Saturday grading papers,"

"You have," he added quickly, gesturing to her with his pizza and a smile. Brett knew she liked it deep down inside though. He knew she loved her job, and wasn't too annoyed with grading. Although, even he gets pissed at his own paperwork sometimes. He picked up the exaggeration in her voice, but he took it a little too seriously, when she said, "But you've just made it so much better by showing your pretty face."

He nodded in agreement. His smile was so overly cocky as he beamed at her, "Like I said! I provide many ways of relief." He finished off the second piece of pizza and was already on his third when she mumbled. He only laughed. She could if she wanted. Brett wouldn't mind, really. As long as she payed him back. In any way she wanted of course...

Brett was glad he stopped by. Maxi was always good company and he enjoyed joking around and flirting harmlessly. He almost went to the gym! He debated going after this, wondering if he lost any definition. But he decided that could be saved for tomorrow.

Suddenly, he whisked the box of pizza away, preventing her from grabbing another slice. And ran off towards the living room. He cleared the couch in a single bound and ended up in a sitting position. He placed the box of pizza on the table as he got comfortable. His snarky smirk was visible as he looked over his shoulder at her. "C'mon! Miss McManus it is very important that I have a conference with you on this couch about possible movie choices." His voice was overly serious. Clearly poking fun at her being a teacher.

[MAXINE MCMANUS]

Maxi was finishing her second piece when Brett suddenly grabbed the pizza box and made off with it. "Hey!" she laughed, turning to watch where he was darting to. When he jumped over the couch, she gasped, afraid he was going to send it right into the foundation of the house. He ended up just sitting, though, a spring popping loudly in complaint, but it wasn't broken. Sighing heavily, she hopped off the counter, giving a laugh at his request for a conference. "Careful or I'll give you homework," she threatened playfully. She made her way over and when she was in front of him, she stopped, putting her hands on her hips. "And can you please not try to break my furniture?" She wasn't really mad, but she would make a show at scolding him. He was too playful to stay serious with, though, and a smile eventually broke out on her face. She grabbed another piece, her last one, before she took a seat next to him.

Her hand found the remote before he could steal it from her, and she curled up on the couch, one foot tucked under her and the other propped on the edge of the couch. She turned on the TV and went to the free On Demand section. "What kind of movie are you in the mood for?" she asked, turning to him. She gave a grin, trying to anticipate a smart ass answer from him. "And don't say porn." Maxi laughed looking back to the TV, clicking through the movies list, seeing some classic horror movies available.

"Let's watch the Amityville Horror!" she said enthusiastically without waiting for his answer. It was one of her favorite scary movies. Absent-mindedly, she placed the remote on the side of the couch furthest from Brett. She finished her last slice and sighed, leaning her head onto Brett's shoulder playfully. "I'm full, the rest is yours," she said, feeling quite satisfied with her dinner. "And don't even think about changing it. This is what we're watching." She gave him a grin from his shoulder before sitting up straight again, but still leaned close. It was the best way to anticipate any movement he made toward the remote.

[brettdawson]

He held up his hands as she threatened homework. "Whoa there girl, I'll be good." He winked afterwards, clearly suggesting he wouldn't be good. Which he wouldn't. He smirked as she placed her hands on her hips. Hot. Maybe he did want whatever "homework" was. But he'd respect her wishes and not break anything anyways. Her smile made his cocky little smile relax and he laughed good-naturedly. He too grabbed another piece and began chowing down once again.

He saw her steal the remote away. He let her have it. Maybe he'd put up a fight if she turned on some chick flick. Knowing Maxi, she had some good movie in mind. He too got comfortable, slouching down on the couch, and resting his legs on the table. One hand, without the pizza in it, stretched out along the back of the couch. "And don't say porn." He erupted in laughter, choking on his pizza a bit due to his hysterics. "Shoot! That's exactly what I wanted. Hah, not. You know I could get the real deal anytime." He said the first part sarcastically. The second part was arrogantly serious. His cocky little smile finished off his sentence. He was amused when she didn't even give him a chance to reply. He wasn't going to argue, he liked this movie too. "Whatever you want." He shrugged nonchalantly.

He ignored the remote, knowing she'd put up a fight if he tried to take it and he didn't mind this movie. Scary movies were better than chick flicks. He almost started dancing when she said he could finish off the pizza. Hell yes. He was about to, literally, jump the pizza box, when she rested her head on his shoulder. Feeling rather gentlemanly, for the first time in forever it seemed, he didn't move right away. He just focused on eating his current slice, but more slowly. He didn't want to disturb her, for now. "And don't even think about changing it. This is what we're watching."

A playful little smile pulled across his face at that comment. He had a few ideas on just how he could grab it. "Oh yeah? And what would you do if I tried, hmmm?" His voice matched his playful smile. When she picked her head up he reached for two slices. He slapped them together like a sandwich to chow down faster. He eyed the remote as he did so, feeling the need to test her reflexes and consequences.

He could do a multiple of things. Simply tackle her. Pin her. Heck, he could turn into a German Shepherd and play keep away. That would satisfy his inner beast. And he'd have to strip first too! Now that hilarious plan was the winner. Before she could get her reply out, Brett stood. He pulled off his shirt first, then kicked off his shoes and socks. Finally he took off his belt and jeans, leaving him just in his boxers. He smirked cockily at her, but quickly. Brett actually felt even more arrogant, cocky, and proud when naked. Then, to save her the wonderful sight of him being completely naked, he crouched behind a chair and ditched the boxers. And almost immediately after, a German Shepherd appeared.

[AUGUST WITT]

Maxine McManus was like a drug. He didn't come to her home every night, especially during the week, but he did enjoy popping in now and then. She was often home and always eager to please. And please him she most certainly did. She was learning the things he enjoyed and he got hard simply thinking about her.

This was the closest August had been to a girlfriend in many, many years. August didn't do the whole girlfriend thing. He didn't like hearts and flowers and wining and dining. Well, he enjoyed wining and dining but not to obtain the interest of a woman. In fact, he had every intention of surprising Maxine with a date of sorts.

The pair had been staying in whenever they got together, always at her home, and he would have his way with her late into the evening until she passed out or he insisted she needed her sleep. She was not a creature of night like himself and she actually needed her rest in order to function. But tonight was different. Tonight August wanted to take her to supper and make her suffer through the meal with taunts and teases about all the things he intended to do to her later. His goal was to have that public sex he'd spoken of the first night they had been together.

He was dressed nicely, sleek charcoal pants, a white linen shirt paired with a charcoal jacket and cornflower blue tie. He looked sharp, to say the least. He came as early as he could, a silver box in hand with a white satin ribbon. Inside laid a dress and shoes appropriate for the formal supper he was taking her to. August wasn't sure if she owned anything nice enough, but he certainly didn't mind putting out the money needed to get her looking appropriate.

When he arrived he moved to the front door, his hand raising to knock when he thought he heard someone other than Maxine. His eyes narrowed curiously. Maybe it was only the television. He gave a swift knock on the door, letting her know he was there and then waited semi patiently for her to open.

[MAXINE MCMANUS]

"Oh yeah? And what would you do if I tried, hmmm?" She considered this a moment while smile, narrowly her eyes to make it clear she was considering. Brett suddenly got up and started stripping. She laughed as he began taking off his shirt. "That's not going to get you the remote!" she warned. He kicked off his socks and shoes and she shook her head, still smiling. "It's not working!" Then he started to undo his pants and she got nervous, flushing a little as she watched. "Why are you getting naked?" she asked apprehensively. He was down to his boxers and she was bright red, forcing herself to look away from him. "I said no porn!" she admonished. "Put your clothes back on!" He ducked behind a chair, thankfully and when he came back out, he was a German Shepherd. She laughed, finally figuring out what he was doing. "Aww, you're so cute!" she gushed, getting up and walking over to him. She scratched behind his ears and crouched down to hug Brett's neck, doting on him, when she heard a knock on the door.

Suddenly, her heart jumped, and she felt a little panicked. The sun was down and it was Saturday night. She knew exactly who that was. Looking at Brett, she said, "Stay a dog!" Quickly, she gathered up Brett's clothes, even his boxers, and threw them in the half-bathroom on her way to answer the door. She quickly shut it, and made her way to the door, wiping her mouth to make sure she didn't have any pizza on her face. When she opened the door, there was her lover, bright and shiny like a new penny. She felt a stark contrast with her hair in a ponytail and wearing shorts and a cotton t-shirt. "Well don't you look nice," she commented before her eyes falling on the box in his hand. Her eyes got wide as she gasped and a smile spread across her face. "What's this?" she asked excitedly. It had been a long time since she had received a gift, and it meant more than August probably realized. She took the box and threw an arm around his shoulders, kissing him, momentarily forgetting Brett was inside. When she pulled back, she smiled wide but stayed close. "Won't you come in?" she teased. It had become something of a joke since the second night he came by and admonished her for not inviting him in.

When inside, she went straight to the kitchen table to open her present. That's when her eyes fell on Brett and she panicked a little. Turning to August, she smiled a little apologetically. "I'm babysitting my friend's dog while she's out of town. Sorry if you're not a dog person," she warned lightly. She went back to the box and carefully undid the ribbon, giving August a curious look before she opened it. Inside was a brand new pair of shoes and a dress. She gasped again, a hand coming to her mouth. Really, she was shocked he would make such a sweet gesture, knowing by now that he didn't really do the traditional relationship thing. Looking at him, a big smile came across her face. "They're so pretty. Thank you!" she said with awe. There had to be a reason he had bought them for her, though. She pulled the dress out delicately to inspect it further, and she gave him a sweetly curious look. "What's this for?" she asked, her sapphire eyes still wide with excitement. Brett was almost entirely forgotten again, something which she would probably regret.

[brettdawson]

Bret backed away slightly as Maxi approached him, knowing "you're so cute!" would be followed by prodding, poking and petting. But once she got a hand on his head all he wanted to do was sigh. His tail wagging out of control. It just swung on its own. Cause petting was great! He loved it! Nothing about petting was bad. Brett was expecting more when he tolerated that squeeze around his neck. That, in itself was an act of trust. His neck was a tender and exposed part. His ears perked at the knock. He could feel a bark growing in his throat. The only reason one didn't erupt was because he was in his state of bliss. He still wanted more pets! But she left! Why would she leave? Brett stood on all fours then, giving his heavy pelt a shake before sitting beside the door. He knew in his current form that opening a door was improbable. He watched her skip and run around madly. Cleaning up his human form clothes. "Stay a dog!" He was alert, wary, and angry. Who was important enough to steal Maxi from his oh so very important petting.

He thought about attacking the person or thing that was at the door. That was his instinct. Protect and kill. Make her home safe. Yes he should do that. But training kept him back. He knew from experience that attacking a human would not end well. He wont kill the human, if it was a human at the door. Yet. His upper lip curled up slightly, and he did not look like a friendly dog at all. No sir, someone would be a fool to approach Brett. At least that's what Brett's tiny brain at the moment thought. When the door opened, and it was a male human form, Brett's throat had a low growl, that was barely audible, forming. Men were not to be trusted. They were stronger and in most cases taller than the fragile women. It was easier to protect a woman, but in the same sense a very strong bond was made between man and dog. Though that was to be earned. Brett judged a book by it's cover. But of course instinct had a huge role. No this man was not to be trusted. And when she kissed him! Oh did that drive Brett insane. Not that he was jealous. (In fact if he was human he'd probably laugh and shake the man's hand.) But that was an act of weakness! She could get hurt being so close to this... thing. He knew it wasn't human. There was something.... off about the man.

And he was coming in! No more mister nice dog, Brett concluded. He sniffed every step the man took. Right at his heels the whole time. His lips peeled back menacingly. Every move was documented. He did not trust this man. He barked twice at the character before quickly moving towards Maxi. He whined, trying to get her attention. But she was so fixated on that box! He was aggravated and in need of attention. He had to tell her that this man was not good news. He butted into her leg when he wasn't staring at the man. Whenever he looked at the guy he gave him a death glare. Since he knew he wasn't getting her attention, he decided to get it another way. He padded along the hard floor, almost slipping cause of his nails, and headed towards the side bath.

He nudged open the cracked door and sniffed out his clothes. He easily found the scent and picked up his boxers. This'll get her attention. Yes! Brett thought he was a very good dog for trying to tell her about this man. (The thought of changing hadn't occurred to him yet.) He took the boxers and began happily trotting towards Maxi. His tail wagging the whole way, except for when he glared at the Thing. He dropped the underwear at her feet before barking and jumping. He glared between barks at the man, his way of showing her he disliked him.

[AUGUST WITT]

"What's this?" He actually, grinned, enjoying the looking of excitement on her face. It was a small price to pay knowing his intentions later that evening. He wanted nothing more than to see her try and stifle a scream with that sexy dress hiked up past her ass. The thought alone turned him on. "For you." He said smoothly, grinning as she invited him in. He shut the door behind him, spotting the dog before Maxine had a chance to tell him about it.

August was not fond of pets.

He was more than relieved to find it wasn't hers. He would not tolerate her owning such a disgusting beast. He'd sooner kill it than fuck her on a normal basis with the beast around. "Sorry if you're not a dog person," He sneered at the shepherd. "I'm not." He grumbled, feeling uncomfortable in the beasts presence. Dogs instinctively disliked him. They always sensed the darkness in him, as animals had a tendency to do. He'd been barked at, growled at and even snapped at. They should all be put down.

August followed Maxine to the kitchen, annoyed with the how attached the creature was with her. He kept nudging at her and sniffing. It was all August could do to not kick him across the room. He glared back into the beady black eyes, letting the dog know he was no competition for him. It was hard to focus on Maxine's enthusiasm knowing the dog was there, but he did his best to ignore the dog.

"You're welcome." He said softly, relieved that the dog wandered away for the time being. When she asked what the dress was for a devious smile slid over his face.

"Tonight I'd like to take you out someplace nice." He told her smoothly, a hand snaking across her stomach as he stood behind her at the table. He pressed her towards him, his pelvis pushing against her ass as he trailed kisses up towards her ear. "And while we're there I'm going to fuck you and make you scream." He promised into her ear, but the moment was ruined by the disgusting sound of the dog barking.

"Please don't tell me he's staying long, because.." He trailed off looking down at the jumping dog. His eyes narrowed and he stared at the item of clothing. It wasn't his, and quite obviously wasn't hers.

Augusts eyes narrowed and he felt a surge of anger as his glare turned to the redhead. "I severely hope there's a good explanation." He growled in a voice more menacing than anything the stupid dog could muster.

[MAXINE MCMANUS]

"Tonight I'd like to take you out someplace nice." Maxi felt a surge of excitement. Go out? Like a real date? She was so happy about the idea, she began to turn to the man moving behind her. "Really?" she asked enthusiastically. She felt one of his hands sneaking across her stomach and pressing her back into him, and she turned bright red. His lips were kissing up to her ear and her eyes slipped closed at the sensation, turning slightly to his mouth. "And while we're there I'm going to fuck you and make you scream." An electric shock went through her, her face blushing even more. Her heart was already racing at the thought, wanting to do it, but unsure of doing it in public. She was going to say something, when Brett's barking caught her attention. Brett!

Still close to August, Maxi looked back, completely not hearing what he started to say because of what she saw on the floor. Whatever blush was in her cheeks drained and she was paler than ever. Brett had retrieved his own boxers. Fuck! she screamed in her head. Maxi didn't curse often, but in this case, she was horrified. August glared at her and growled and Maxi felt her stomach fall on the floor. What was her good explanation? She could fess up to the truth, or she could lie. The truth led to less muss in the end, though she knew August wouldn't like it.

"Okay, um," she said, turning to look at August completely, fear still in her eyes. "Brett's a Therian. I mean, the dog. He's a friend of mine and he just stopped by after work. We were watching a movie and he felt like changing, I guess. It is almost the full moon." This was a good opportunity to bend the truth before August got the wrong idea. "He changed in the bathroom, though. That's why his clothes are in there. I really don't know why he grabbed his boxers, of all things." Her eyes turned back to the dog with frustration. "Brett, please go change back, before August thinks I'm lying." She corralled him into the bathroom to make sure he did it, petting him to calm him before she closed the door. Looking back at August, she bit her lip. "I'm sorry, I just didn't want you to get mad about him being here. I promise you, we're just friends." She didn't know how he would react to this news, but she prayed to whatever being would listen that Brett would back her up.

[brettdawson]

Before they noticed the boxers, Brett noticed their positioning. He didn't like that. She was vulnerable. Being held hostage maybe! He could understand English in this form, but wasn't paying attention to any words passed. As the Thing talked, Brett's hackles rose.The sound of his voice sent Brett into hysterics. He could sense the anger, the annoyance. The sudden shift in moods. He almost attacked the man when he turned the glare to Maxi. Barks rang out wildly until Maxi's voice came to his fine tuned ears. He ceased the barking, listening to her words. Change? Oh right. He wasn't a dog. He could change at any time. When Maxi began herding him towards the bathroom he quickly nabbed his boxers first.

The change was quick, and not painful in the least. Being in German Shepherd form was just as fulfilling as being in human form. He got dressed with ease, putting on everything including his overly cocky smirk. He remembered things differently now that he could think in human thoughts. This guy was totally fucking her. And right now, Brett is the total cockblock. But the most distinct thing he remembered, this guy wasn't right. Long ago he figured out how to label these instincts in human form. This guy was a Gargoyle. That, right off the bat, was bad news. He didn't trust a Gargoyle as far as he could throw one. Which, surprisingly, wasn't very far. They put up too much of a fight. Although they are supernatural in strength, Brett thought he could handle them. He has, in the past. Then again, it wasn't a very old Gargoyle. Anywho, he stepped out of the bathroom with a certain cocky swagger.

He crossed the room leisurely and leaned against the counter as he looked at down at this Gargoyle. Oh yeah, he could take this jag-off. Brett was taller, so he definitely had reach and height on this kid. He wanted to deck the boy. Or should he say old man. Granted, he had no idea how old this guy really was, but more likely than not, he was old. This Grandpa was not going to leave this house with Maxi. Whether by his choice or by Brett's. And frankly, he didn't care what Maxi thought or felt. "'Sup?" He said nonchalantly, nodding his head to the grandpa.

This was not about jealousy, but it was him being over protective. But he had a right! He knew this guy was bad news! This Gargoyle wouldn't have his way with her if Brett had anything to do with it. "Sorry that you interrupted our little movie." He pointed with his thumb behind him, gesturing to the TV that was still playing the Amityville Horror. How could he turn this guy away? Simply threaten him. With physical or legal action. He could pull his badge on him. Gargoyles didn't react well to threats, though. He could just piss him off. They always seem to have funny little tantrums. Brett made his way around the couple, further into the kitchen. He patted the guy's shoulder, as if they were best friends, as he turned the corner. He opened the fridge and helped himself to a can of soda, he picked another one up and offered it to the Garg. "Coke? Oh... how rude am I! Dawson, Brett Dawson." He set the can down before offering his right hand to him. He winked to Maxi jokingly then, to see Grandpa's reaction.

[AUGUST WITT]

Maxine began to unravel the web of lies she'd told him, fear in her eyes as it very well should be. August was fuming, but he stood quietly, his body stiff with tension. He felt the blood beneath his firm skin boil, his eyes narrowing slightly as he began to glare at her. Even his nostrils flared as he did his best to stay in control. Everything with august came down to one thing; control. He had no control over this situation, but what he did have control over was the way he reacted to it.

August looked to the dog again as he flipped out, knowing full well it was a human. He sneered at the beast, wanting to kick it even more now. "I'm sorry, I just didn't want you to get mad about him being here. I promise you, we're just friends." His glare was back on her, his tone menacing as he spoke. "A bit late for apologies, Maxine." He spat, having an overwhelming urge to backhand her, but she had been kind enough to abide by his rules thus far, and he would offer her the same courtesy. No harm comes to her face.

He stepped closer to her, his eyes nearly red with his seething anger. "If what you claim is true you would have been upfront and honest. Instead you chose to try and cover your tracks. What makes you think I believe you?" He snarled, but the sound of a door opening made him pull his face away from hers, doing his best to look stone faced.

"'Sup?" August raised a brow and scowled slightly at the handsome boy. 'Sup? Really? She chose to associate with men who used 'Sup as an appropriate greeting when meeting a stranger? Had she no pride? "'Sup." He replied darkly, trailing the S out too long and emphasizing the P, mocking him in a sense. He didn't need to know the boy to know he was a complete idiot. There could be no intelligence in a man who could transform into a dog.

He turned back to Maxine, intent on asking for a private word, but the ignoramus continued to speak. Their movie night? He froze when the boy patted his shoulder, his hands clenching into tight fists. Control, he reminded himself. He had a temper, as most Gargoyles did, and he was doing everything to tame himself for the time being, when really he wanted to lash out at the boy. He worked out five days a week. He might be smaller, but he was strong in his own right, in addition to being what he was.

"No." He replied to the offer of a soda, but he wouldn't shut his mouth. "Pleasure." He lied in a low snarl, not bothering to offer his name in return. Why had she not told him she had plans this evening? He wouldn't have bothered going out of his way for her. He should have known better, really. Women weren't creatures worth trusting and he'd been a fool to latch onto one as he had.

"Well," He said crisply, fixing his jacket and having no desire for that private word anymore. If she had decided she was finished, then he most certainly could. "My apologies for disrupting your evening." His tone was cold with no emotion. He looked at the dress in the open box for a moment before back at Maxine. "Maxine." He said icily in farewell. "Mr. Dawson." He nodded at the boy and turned on his heel. At least the night was young enough to make other plans, though he didn't want other plans. He'd planned this evening and had looked forward to it. Perhaps he'd go stew at home.

[MAXINE MCMANUS]

Maxi could feel her tears welling up as August snarled at her. He didn't believe her. Didn't he know she wouldn't dare bring anyone else into her bed why she was with him? She felt horrible for lying in the first place. How could she get out of this mess? He was so mad, angrier than she had ever seen him, and it terrified her. Why couldn't she have just told August the truth?

If Brett hadn't appeared out of the bathroom just then, she might have started crying. She was glad. Maxi had a feeling August would only get angrier with her tears. Why did Brett have to look so cocky? It was like he was holding back a secret. She knew August wouldn't like that. As her eyes went from August to Brett and back, she could almost hear the pissing contest going on between them. Bad news. A lump formed in her throat at the way August replied to Brett's greeting. There was no chance these two would be friends. Her large eyes came back to August when he turned back to her, but Brett spoke. "Sorry that you interrupted our little movie." Why the hell did Brett have to make it sound like this was planned? She saw the way August tensed when Brett touched him, and even she found herself narrowing her eyes at Brett. He was provoking August. He was testing the Gargoyle, being overprotective of her, and Maxi was not happy about it. Any other time, she might find it sweet. Now, she found it infuriating.

Brett went to her fridge and offered August a Coke before introducing himself. She was afraid August would think Brett was too comfortable in her house, like August was. There was no way to explain to the Gargoyle that Brett was just that way. Then the Therian winked at her. Winked! Maxi didn't know if she had ever shot Brett an angrier look. Why was he doing this? He was going to screw up the best arrangement she had developed with a man in years! What business was it of Brett's who she slept with?

"Well, my apologies for disrupting your evening. Maxine. Mr. Dawson." Fear seized her as he made his way to the door. No, she didn't want him to go. She wanted Brett to go and she would deal with him later, but she wanted August to stay. "Wait," she gasped, rushing after August. Her hand caught his arm and she blocked his way, looking up at him with wide eyes. "Please, August," she pleaded softly. "Please don't go. I didn't know he was coming over, I swear. He just surprised me. Please believe me." The look of desperation on her face was genuine. Nothing scared her more than the thought of August leaving and not coming back.

When her eyes fell on Brett again, a surge of anger went through her. Why couldn't he just bow out gracefully? Making her way to Brett, she grabbed him by his ear like an old school teacher. She couldn't help it; her inner teacher never went very far away. As soon as she did, though, she felt guilty. She didn't like hurting him. "You're leaving," she commanded, pulling Brett to the front door, past August. When she had the door open, she guided him onto the porch, finally releasing his ear. She did feel bad. Brett had been there first, and it was really her fault that August was mad. But she needed to get Brett out of the house so she could talk to August; and, more importantly, so they wouldn't start fighting. She mouthed the word, "Sorry," before closing the door on Brett. She would call him tomorrow to make a better apology.

When she turned back to August, she bit her lip, still looking apprehensive. "Please don't be mad, August," she said softly, leaning against the door. She was afraid of what he would do, but she knew she had every right to have a friend over. The problem was, he didn't believe Brett was just a friend. That would take some convincing.

[brettdawson]

She really liked this guy. Brett could see it in the way she looked at him. His arms had crossed in triumph as the Gargoyle said his goodbyes. Good riddance, Brett thought scornfully. He was disgusted in the way Maxi talked to him. Like she was some pet, begging their master not to go on vacation. He had the desire to spit. He was grimacing when she took another glace at him. Brett knew she was pissed. But, again, he didn't give two shits! This stuck-up freak was not going to be with her! Brett could find any suitable guy for her, even if he had to go to the Jack Kit! Hell, he'd rather have Kit himself go out with her. And that was saying something.

Brett was genuinely surprised when she grabbed him by the ear. "Hey! Ow, watch it!" He was too surprised to realize he was being dragged to the door. He felt like he was five! What was this? Elementary school in the 50's? He was aghast when she said he was leaving. Like hell! He glared at her, furious, annoyed and angered. She was not forgiven. She was putting her life in danger. This was not going to happen. He saw that look. That cold, scary emotion that most Gargoyles emitted. But this fury he saw from the man, that was going to get him in trouble. And Brett was going to catch him doing it. Immediately his police instincts kicked in. Clearly he was not as dumb as he looked. Brett began running around the house looking for some secret way in. The back door was a possibility, but too obvious. If he was going to catch this guy, he needed to enter unseen.

He ran out from under the porch and glanced up at the roof above. He saw a window to the second story. It was dark, so he didn't have to worry about neighbors calling the cops on this cop. He stood on the railing of the porch and grabbed onto the bottom siding of the roof. He then grabbed the roof slowly. As soon as he got a good grip he hauled himself onto the roof. He silently thanked his strength then, and quickly went to the window. He attempted to pull it open, but with no luck. It was locked. She chose now of all times to keep her property safe. He sighed and took off his shirt for the second time. He wrapped it around his fist and knuckles. He sent a silent wish to whatever divines existed that the noise wasn't loud.

Brett cocked his arm back and hit the glass with his full power. His other hand braced himself on the house as he did this so he didn't fall in. It easily gave way, and the shards flew into the room. He brushed away any remaining shards that could cut him before jumping in. He was happy for the boots he was wearing as he landed in a pile of glass. He was relieved to find the room carpeted. That would absorb any noise from his boots and the falling glass. The only noise would have been from the shards hitting each other. Thankfully the door was closed. He shook his shirt out before slipping it back on.

He listened at the door to make sure they weren't heading upstairs, that thought made him sick, but heard nothing. He then, slowly and carefully, opened the door. Silent as a mouse as he crept towards the stairs. his plan was to eaves drop until needed. He couldn't turn the Gargoyle in... Unless he hit her and left a mark.