“So, you really don't remember anything?” Parker asked as Shaun ate the breakfast the older man had fixed for him. Parker had allowed Shaun to sleep while fixing him breakfast, knowing he was probably hungry. The smell had woken Shaun up before Parker had entered.
“Nope.” Shaun said, tearing through a strip of bacon, “I wish I did, though. Things feel different.”
“What do you mean?”
“Your voice sounds louder, I feel sore and have a headache, and I'm tearing through this bacon like paper.” Parker had to admit, he had a point. However, that didn't always point to the obvious conclusion, as he had learned from acting as Frank.
“You're taking this all in stride.” Parker commented. Shaun shrugged.
“Why shouldn't I?” he asked, “We may never see that weird wolf again, and I can handle this.” Parker gave him a sharp look.
“Then why did you ask me to stay?”
“To keep an eye on me.” Shaun avoided the older man's eyes, “Honestly, Parker, I'm scared. What's going to happen to me? Will I be able to continue my career as a singer and an actor?” Parker could see where he was going with this.
“Shaun, it's going to be okay.” Parker told him, “I told you I'd stay with you, and I meant it. Now, is there anything else you need?”
“I don't need you being my butler.” Shaun smirked and Parker rolled his eyes, “Anyway, Mr. Butler, you can give me a checkup if you want, just no doctors.” Parker stood and went to the bathroom. Returning, he brought with him the medicine kit.
“Now, hold still.” Parker started unwrapping the bandages on Shaun's arm. Both were amazed to only find tiny scars of the bite.
“...You were right.” Shaun murmured as Parker continued to take off the bandage, “But, how? How did it heal so fast?”
“There is a chance...” Parker said as he went on to unwrap Shaun's chest. The younger man grabbed his arm, however.
“Chance of what?” he growled, bearing his teeth and eyes narrowing. Parker tried to free himself, but Shaun's grip was vice-like, and he could see that the young man's teeth had somehow gotten sharper.
“Look, I'm not sure for certain, but that could have been a werewolf we encountered.” he said, “Which makes you a werewolf now, Shaun. It's only a possibility, though.”
“Werewolves are legends; it can't be possible!” Shaun finally let go of Parker's arm and put his head in his hands. Parker laid a soothing hand on his friend's back.
“As soon as I can, I'll tell Pamela about this. She can decide.” Shaun looked sharply at Parker.
“No!” he said, straightening up, “She doesn't need to get involved! It's...it's bad enough you're involved.”
“I was there, and besides, I was destined to get involved, one way or another. You're my best friend, and I would notice if you acted different.” Shaun sighed, resigned.
“Fine, but leave Pamela out of this until we figure out what's going on.” Parker nodded as he finished taking off the bandages. There were no signs of any scars on Shaun's chest.
“And the concert?” Parker stuffed the used bandages in a garbage bag he had set beside the bed earlier.
“I completely forgot!” Shaun scrambled out of bed and to the closet before Parker could do anything, “Oh man, where are my suits?!”
“Hold it!” Parker pulled Shaun back, noticing that, though Shaun wasn't wearing any shoes, he was nearly as tall as Parker, “We don't have anything to do today, and your concert isn't until tonight! Back in bed, now!” Giving the older man a much darker glare, Shaun went back to sitting on the bed, crossing his arms.
“Don't think I'm staying here all day.” Shaun growled. Parker thought it sounded more animal-like than it usually would have.
“I know you aren't. We don't even know if you'll be able to go to the concert if you really are a werewolf.”
“Emphasis on 'if'.” Parker ran a hand through his hair.
“Shaun, please.” he sighed, “You need to calm down. Your anger is showing stuff I don't like, because it's proving the werewolf theory.” Instantly, Shaun stopped.
“What do you mean?”
“Your height, your growl, and your teeth; you're nearly as tall as I am without your shoes, your growl sounded animal-like, and your teeth were sharper.”
“No!” Shaun shook his head and his fists slammed the mattress, “No I'm not!” Parker grabbed Shaun's wrists, but the younger man jerked them out of his grip. Before he knew it, the older man found himself pinned to the floor by Shaun. The brown-eyed man was shaking with what Parker presumed was anger, and his eyes had changed to a bright orange color. One hand was holding down Parker's chest and he could feel the other grasping his neck, nails digging into his skin.
“I. AM. NOT. A. WEREWOLF.” he snarled, voice much deeper than before.
“Shaun,” Parker said slowly, not trying to anger his captor any more, “Please let go of me.” Shaun's grip on his neck tightened, making it harder to breathe. Parker was afraid of what Shaun would do next when the phone suddenly began to ring. It seemed to snap Shaun out of it, as he stopped shaking and blinked, eyes turning back to normal. When he saw what he was doing, however, he grew horrified and scrambled off of Parker, disappearing from the blue-eyed man's sight. After taking a few gasps of air, Parker sat up and looked around. Shaun wasn't in the room and the phone was still ringing. The closet was now closed as well. Standing, Parker went to answer the phone, which was in the kitchen. On the other line was Pamela.
“Parker? What are you doing at Shaun's place?”
“Needed to get something.”
“Around.” he dodged the question, “Why are you calling?”
“I was going to ask if you two wanted to have a day out with me.” Parker glanced back to Shaun's room.
“Sorry, but not today.”
“Shaun needs to rest for the concert, you know?” Parker lied, “Anyway, Pamela, we'll see you either at the concert, or tomorrow. Bye!”
“Wait-!” Parker hung up. He then went back to Shaun's room and tried the door knob to the closet. It was unlocked, but refused to open. Parker put his ear to the door and could hear faint sounds, sounds of crying. Heart aching for the brown-eyed man, Parker knocked on the door.
“Shaun?” he asked, “It's Parker. I'm okay, you didn't hurt me.”
“Yes I did!” Shaun's voice was muffled through the door, but Parker could hear it well enough, “I could have killed you!”
“But you didn't.” Parker said, “You just need time to get control of this, is all.”
“How?! My concert is tonight!”
“Stop crying then!” Parker said, “If you want to learn to control this, you have to practice!” The door was opened a crack, allowing Shaun to look at Parker.
“Not if you're here.” he said, “You'll only get hurt.” Parker softened, opening the door fully. He saw the redness around Shaun's eyes, along with the tear streaks.
“I told you I would stick by you. I don't care if I get hurt.” Parker took Shaun into a hug, “You need me, Shaun, whether you like it or not.” Shaun embraced the hug and broke, crying. His hands gripped Parker's shirt as he took in the hug, and the older man gently rubbed Shaun's back in a soothing motion and made soothing sounds. Soon enough, Shaun pulled away and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.
“Thanks.” he said quietly, “Just...thanks.” Parker nodded.
“Anytime.” He then led Shaun to the bed, where they sat down together, “And this proves you're a werewolf now, unfortuantely.”
“That was triggered by my anger.” Shaun said, “And it's daytime. If I can manage to control my anger, I shouldn't be a danger to anyone during the day. But at night...” The brown-eyed man turned his head away. Parker slid an arm around his friends shoulders to comfort him.
“Maybe you could find something to calm the werewolf, something you like doing.” Parker suggested, “Like music or acting. Do you think that would work?”
“Maybe.” Shaun fingered the ring of his left pinky, which he always wore. Parker never understood why he wore it, and everyone he asked didn't know, either. Mentally, he wanted to ask Shaun why, but consented to shrugging.
“Anyway, who called?” The younger man asked.
“Pamela. She wanted to know if we would go out with her today. I said no, since it seems like we'll need a while to deal with all this werewolf stuff.” Shaun nodded.
“I hope we can deal with it soon.” he said, “Not just for you and the people around me, but for my family. A week ago, David, my half-brother, called to see if we could stage a meeting. We already knew each other well, of course, but he said it was for a visit, for some bonding.” Shaun's grip tightened on the ring, “I don't want the werewolf to mess that up.” Parker knew what Shaun was saying; if his brother was coming over for a visit, he wouldn't have wanted anything to get in the way, either.
“When's David coming?”
“In three weeks. We agreed on it, thinking it would give me enough time to find out when we could go out and stuff, based on the show's schedule and my own music schedule.” The older man nodded.
“It gives us enough time to deal with the werewolf.” Parker added, “Now, we have the rest of the day to come up with a plan and work on what we can do-”
“Hold on.” Shaun laid a hand on his friend's leg, “There's something else. Something about what happened a while ago, between you and me, when I attacked you.” This grabbed Parker's attention.
“When all that happened, I was still in control a bit.” Shaun sighed, “But, it felt like something was trying to take over my mind. I think it was the werewolf. It was trying to take over my body, I know, but why?” Parker's grip on his friend tightened.
“The werewolf may not like me.” he said, “And it may not want to stay inside you all the time. Be aware of it, in case it tries to do that again. If it does control you, you may never get that control back.” Shaun nodded at the warning.
“Thanks. You're a really good friend, Parker.” The older man smiled. Then, the two stood up and went to the kitchen to work on their plan. Their plan to help Shaun control his werewolf side when he needed to, and before David and Pamela found out. They'd learn about it later on, of course, but only when Shaun managed to get a handle on it.