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Roscoe sat at the nurses station pondering what to write in her email to her sister, Delilah. As far as her sister knew, Roscoe was in Africa being a nurse for a Group of Doctors Without Boarders. Each week, Roscoe had to sit down and write a letter full of lies to her sister. It was against the rules of The Alpha Unit to tell outsiders about the base or what goes on at it. Besides who would believe her if she told them that everyday she cares for wounded marines turned Wolf Shifters. Roscoe herself barely believed it.

If it hadn't been for her over active Curiosity a couple of months ago, she still wouldn't know about the existence of supernatural things. Roscoe snickered at herself as she thought back to the night she met Rixon. She had been working the nightshift at the hospital she was employed at when a man with multiple gunshot wounds came in. By the dog tags that hung around his neck and camouflage pants her wore, she assumed his was part of the marines. She also noticed that although he had at least three bullets in his chest, he was completely stable. Intrigued, She took a blood sample from his shirt and tested it. The blood came back saying it was a mixture of human and Wolf blood.

Roscoe who was never able to leave things alone, Confronted the man and demanded to know why there was wolf blood in his blood. The man ignored her at first and asked to be discharged from the hospital. After minutes of asking and pleading. He finally confessed some of the details of his job and why his blood had wolf markers in it. Although Panicking, Roscoe knew that she had to get the marine out of the hospital before someone else started asking questions. She gave the man a strong sedative that would make his heartbeat so low, it would be undetectable to the machines and the doctors. She told everyone that he must of thrown a blood clot and died. Roscoe pretended to wheel him down to the morgue but really took him to a back exit and stuffed him into her car. She had taken him to a motel and waited for him to wake up. While she had been taking a shower, the Marine had left the room and she didn't see him for weeks. Well until he came to her home and forced her to come with him.

Shaking her head to clear the memory, she looked back down at the blank email on the laptop screen.
Dear Delilah,
Today...

Rixon had been in the gym since dawn, running miles on the treadmill and taking out his usual frustrations on a rather forlorn looking punchbag. It was evident to everyone that had passed him in the halls that morning that Rixon was in an undeniably bad mood. He'd already smashed a light fitting in his apartment and sent one employee off in flood of tears - and that was before he'd even eaten breakfast. The night before had been messy to say the least, the fact that he only remembered half of it didn't fill him with a huge amount of confidence. He'd been out with the boys to one of the bars in town and everything after midnight seemed to have vanished into the unknown. Rixon had awoken fully clothed on his kitchen floor with only a bottle of gin for company. Cobie had already taken a swipe at him over breakfast and in between the thumping headache and newly acquired split knuckles he wasn't exactly in the best shape. Still any excuse to drop in on Roscoe was something he wouldn't pass up.

Rixon hadn't met her under the best circumstances, three slugs to the chest had rendered him unconscious and under observation in a human hospital. Waking up to Roscoe's face hadn't been the worse experience though, he'd had a brief panic that he might have been dead but once that had passed he'd been quite happy to let her look after him. She'd been a curious little minx though, too many questions and those damn puppy dog eyes and he'd revealed enough to implicate her. Rixon knew it was wrong at the time, but there was just something about Roscoe - he trusted her, which was a first for him and he felt she had a right to know. She'd even gone as far as to risk her job to get Rixon out of that hospital and for that he would always feel indebted to her.

Walking down to the hospital now, Rixon felt his spirits brighten considerably. His knuckles were starting to burn though, the fresh cuts stinging painfully as he reached the door. Rixon opened it, letting the door swing back against the hinges as his cool blue eyes sought out Roscoe amongst the medical equipment. She wasn't hard to find, sat with her back to him at one of the desks. Rixon had always liked the look of her, long blonde hair, perfect lips and those hazel eyes that challenged every word he said to her. A slight smile curved his lips as he made his way over to her, placing his hands against the back of her chair and scanning her laptop screen.
"Dear Delilah, today," Rixon murmured, "I had the pleasure of dealing with a certain roguishly handsome marine..." he trailed off and gave her a customary smile. "Yeah, I uh.." Rixon held up his hands in explanation, dried blood coating his knuckles as a sheepish expression found it's way onto his features.

(((view spoiler)[Okay first of all Rixon and Roscoe. Cutest Couple names ever. Haha. So Do you want them to end up being true mates or would you rather them date and decide to mate even if they aren't true mates. (hide spoiler)]))

(view spoiler)[ Erm I don't mind so much, either way I think they'll be great together. Maybe if we go for the second one I can stir up some drama with my work-in-progress doctor? Give Rixon a chance to get all protective and maybe ask her to be his mate so he can be certain no one else will ever have her? Idk what you think? (hide spoiler)]

(view spoiler)[Sounds good to me. What are you thinking for the Doctor? (hide spoiler)]

(view spoiler)[ I was thinking James could have a crush on Roscoe, he could ask her out for a drink or something? Maybe get in there before Rixon has a chance as Rixon seems like the type that would play games and be a bit slow on the uptake- doesn't want his male pride hurt if she says no etc. But seeing her getting to know someone else (even as friends) could cause some tension between my boys and give Rixon the kick he needs to tell her how he feels? Maybe her and Rixon could have a few stolen moments in between something like that? (hide spoiler)]

Tilting her head back, Roscoe met the ice blue gaze of Rixon with her bright Hazel one. Of course she had heard him walking up behind her. Rixon never did walk that quietly in his heavy military boots. That was just one of the many things she had learned about him over the past four months of her working near him. She had learned that he had trust issues and didn't tend to open up to anyone, she had also learned that he was horribly protective. She found out about his protectiveness when he had first brought her to the base. He wouldn't let any of the other Alpha Unit members or employees within a five foot radius for the first two days. Of course eventually, he calmed down some.

"Yes, I have to make up yet another lie about what I'm doing." Roscoe said as she looked back at the laptop screen and pressed a bunch of random keys in frustration. "I can't go 'Dear Delilah, Today I had to dig yet another bullet out of a Marine's leg. Yesterday I had to pluck pieces of shrapnel out of a wolf-shifters chest because he got to close to a magically powered bomb. How was you day? Love Roscoe'" She said sarcastically.

Yes Roscoe loved her job and enjoyed caring for the Alpha Unit, but she missed her sister. After the accident with Delilah, Roscoe felt responsible for her little sister's safety and she found it hard to lie to her everyday. Although she knew it was for the best. She was aware that without the protection of Rixon, the Directors of The Alpha Unit would of asked for Roscoe to be Terminated

"Roguishly handsom?" She asked, raising a blonde brow, "Is that what we are calling it these days?" She quipped as she picked his hand up in her own to examine it, "Are you ever going to stop hitting people and or things?"

It had become a weekly meeting for them, sometimes daily, for Rixon to come to the clinic for some kind of medical help. Roscoe knew that it was part of the job description for him, but it didn't help that she hated that he and the others were always getting hurt.

"You know, sometimes I think you purposely get hurt so you can come down her and see my pretty face." She teased with one of her easy smiles. "How did this happen anyway?"

(view spoiler)[Awesome plan, I like it >.< I thinking that Roscoe always felt some attraction to Rixon, but played it cool because she thought he only saw her a sister/friend (hide spoiler)]

(view spoiler)[ Sounds good :) (hide spoiler)]

Rixon watched Roscoe's face as she took his hand between her own to examine the gashes that had opened between the bones. His blue eyes drifted over the slender planes of her face and he quirked a smile as she retaliated with her own quick remark. Her wit was probably the reason he liked her so much, she always had something smart to say or some way to sass him.
"Why do you have something more suitable in mind?" he asked in his usual inquisitive manner, enjoying the touch of her hand against his own. Her fingers were deft and light, her hands moving in that expert manner that all nurses seemed to have acquired. He raised an eyebrow in expectation, curious as to what other words she could add to his vocabulary. Nothing had changed from the day he had met her, apart from maybe the way he felt- not that he'd ever admit that though. Roscoe was still just as confident, just as forward and always knew exactly what to say. He only wished he could really know what she was thinking, Roscoe's familiar hazel eyes only gave away as much as she wanted to reveal. The rest was a closed book, a very closed one and reading had never been one of Rixon's strong points.

"Ah," Rixon shrugged, that sheepish expression reappearing on his face. "See it's kind of in the job description...and I'm good at it." He beamed at her. It wasn't exactly something to be proud of but Rixon was highly regarded as an operative and as someone with combative skills. "So the answer is probably going to be no I'm afraid." It wasn't exactly something he could give up and usually he would have worn gloves to practice on the bag with. Still his hungover state had left him a little fuzzy headed that morning and by the time he'd got to the gym he was in no mood to return to his room to get them. Hence the spectacularly bleeding knuckles. Roscoe's next comment was enough to produce a flicker of embarrassment on Rixon's handsome face.

"I-uh..well," Rixon absently rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, "I have to train it's an occupational hazard.." he managed to splutter out, though even Rixon wasn't sure it sounded convincing. He didn't know what it was about Roscoe but she brought out a whole other kind of person in him. Rixon smiled crookedly in response to her expression, "I forgot hand wraps this morning, I kind of went at the bag bare handed... and I might have smashed a light fitting which explains that-" he pointed to a clean cut across his middle finger on his left hand, he really hadn't had a good morning.

A light smile touched Roscoe's face. This was always the highlight of her day, bantering with Rixon. Most people took offense to her straightforwardness and that she always had an opinion on everything. But Rixon would through it back at her just as fast a she would him. People always would snicker at the pair when they got into one of their 'Domestic Disputes', To them, it was like Oh no, mommy and daddy are fighting at the dinner table again.

"Lucky for you, you're a wolf shifter and heal fast." Roscoe told Rixon as she stood up and pulled him towards an exam room. "I just need to clean the cut out and put a bandage on it. You should be healed by tomorrow." She explained as she gracefully flew around the room collecting supplies.

Smiling devilishly, she dumped a Little bit too much rubbing alcohol on the open wound. "Oops, I'm sorry did that hurt?" She asked innocently while she batted her thick eye lashes. "This stuff just pours out so fast." She continued as she dabbed at his hand with gauze.

Roscoe knew he had been out drinking with the guys last night and of course Rixon had drunk too much and passed out on the way home. The guys had come running to Roscoe to tattle on him. They always thought it was hilarious to tell Roscoe all about Rixon's mishaps and embarrassing moments.

"Maybe this cut on your hand will remind you not to drink so much. " Roscoe Said smirking before turning and tossing the bloodied rags into the trash.

"Really? I hadn't noticed-" Rixon grinned in response to her wolf shifter comment, he loved winding her up. It was nice that Roscoe could take it, he didn't know anyone other than maybe his sister who put up with his sarcastic manner. "You know I had an inkling the first time I turned into a giant dog," he continued, "But really your confirmation, I really needed that," Rixon smirked as he followed her to one of the examination rooms. He couldn't help but let his eyes wander as she hurried him into the room. That was one of the joys of walking behind Roscoe, those endless legs and her perfectly shaped curves were always enough to captivate his attention. He was always mentally kicking himself for not just biting the bullet and asking her out. Rixon had dealt with far scarier things than rejection but the idea of being turned down by Roscoe was something he simply didn't want to contemplate. It would hurt his pride too much, that and the fact the rest of the team wouldn't ever drop it. He'd hear about it for the next ten years.

Rixon slumped onto the medical couch and held out his hands for her, glancing lazily up at her as she flitted about the room. She did this frequently, the drawn out pause as she reached up into the overhead cupboards or bent over to get something out of the draw. Just long enough for his eyes and imagination to wander. He was soon snapped out of his daydream as she sloshed rubbing alcohol over his damaged hands. He took a sharp intake of breath and narrowed his eyes at her, stifling a swear by clenching his teeth together. "You did that on purpose," he muttered, glancing up at her. Rixon couldn't be truly mad at her, Roscoe had her own little way of getting her own back on him and he didn't mind one bit. "I'm gonna tell the boss that you're abusing me," he continued with his usual dramatic flair, flexing his fingers as the pain began to ebb away.

"Ah...the guys got to you?" Rixon asked, a slight flicker of guilt glancing over his face, if you blinked you could have missed it. He turned his hand over in front of his face examining the newly cleaned wounds, "You'd love me when I'm drunk, I'm great," he added matter-of-factly as if to convince her that there wasn't anything wrong with his drinking. There definitely was.

"Okay good, just making sure that you were aware of your wolfy powers." Roscoe said smirking as she slipped the blue rubber gloved off her hands. She mock slapped Rixon with them before putting them in the trash. Roscoe always had to make sure to keep things with Rixon light, she couldn't let him knowing that she had feelings for him. She could tell by his attitude towards her that he just saw her as a friend. She especially had to keep herself in control when other girls at the Base would flirt with him. And sadly for her, that was a recurring thing for him.

Roscoe slumped onto the couch next to him and propped her feet up on his legs. "Oh yeah they got to me. They couldn't wait to tattle on you." She smirked as she pulled her long blonde hair from its messy bun. "You have to know by now that they tell me everything you do." Roscoe, being the mother figure at the base had grown accustomed to people constantly telling her what others did wrong.

"I bet when you're drunk you turn into a man whore and flirt with everything with a pair of boobs." Roscoe said rolling her hazel eyes. She had never seen him drunk before, but from what she'd heard, he got drunk a lot

Rixon flinched, wrinkling his nose as she cuffed him with the gloves. The smell of latex invaded his senses and he grimaced rubbing his cheek where the rubber had stung the skin. He was inclined to play on it a little but decided better of it when she took the seat beside him on the couch. He leant back against the leather, relaxing into the seat as Roscoe placed her legs over his. Rixon liked having her close to him. One of the positives of the wolf blood was the essential sensory overload. Sometimes it annoyed him, like with the latex just now that was still burning the inside of his nose or the fact he could smell bacon when the kitchens were a good mile away. But with Roscoe it was different. The subtle smell of perfume on her skin and the shampoo in her hair, the lingering scent of washing powder and something else that made his heart thump in his chest. Rixon swallowed feeling his mouth go dry and busied himself looking at the medical charts on the walls, he couldn't make heads or tails of them but they were a distraction nonetheless.

Hearing about his friends snitching made Rixon feel a little bit ashamed, he knew his drunken antics didn't tend to show him in the best light and the last person he wanted to think badly of him was Roscoe. Rixon swallowed and pushed a hand through his mess of sandy hair, "All good things I assume," he replied drily, knowing that anything they told her was bound to be the bad stuff only. Rixon started a bar fight, Rixon punched a waiter, Rixon disappeared with three strip- yeah, his inebriated self had a habit of getting into numerous scrapes and bad situations. "They tell lies you know, I'm actually the most angelic of the lot," Rixon mumbled, toying with the laces on her shoes a slight frown touching his face as he absently played with the strings.

"Do not," he replied in a childish manner, dropping the laces and turning his head to grin at Roscoe, "Do you think I'd flirt with you if I was drunk?" Rixon drawled in a low voice, eyebrow raised as he tried to avoid staring at her ample cleavage.

Roscoe giggled, a noise she hardly made here at the base because everyone was always so serious. "Yes it's always good things. My favorite is when they come to me with you passed out in their arms with bloodied knuckles or when they tell me about you making out with a girl and her boyfriend punching you when he caught you guys." She jokingly slapped his shoulder. "But if you didn't do those things, you wouldn't be yourself, and you'd be boring. I'm not friends with boring people."

Looking down, Roscoe's hazel gaze watched as he played with her laces. She mentally shook her head at the fact that such an innocent act could make her long for him so bad. It was the little moments like the one they are having now that make her like him even more. One of her fondest memories was when she had the flu and he had taken care of her. They had stayed on her couch all days watching old comedies with her head in his lap. He had played with her hair for hours.

Roscoe looked up when the word Flirt came up. Even if he was drunk, would he flirt with her. She was like his sister right? "I bet even drunk, you wouldn't flirt with me." She said while she forced a smile. But her eyes showed a hint of longing before she quickly make them blank and almost emotionless.

Rixon couldn't help but smile as he heard her laugh, he liked the sound of it and what he liked even more was the fact he could extract one from her. Rixon had never heard Roscoe laugh around anyone else, admittedly they didn't spend inordinate amounts of time with each other but Rixon liked to believe that it was something she reserved just for him. He grinned abjectly, trying to keep the embarrassment off his features. It was something that Rixon did well, the complete confident mask that always plagued his features, accompanying the brash demeanour and no-care attitude he really was a closed book. Sadly he'd never completely opened up to Roscoe, in spite of their easy relationship Rixon had never been quite ready to show that sensitive side to her. "So you heard about that night?" Rixon rolled his eyes and shook his head a little as if to clear any memory of that night, "Aside from the punch to the face it was a pretty good night though-" he continued as if that made up for his atrocious behaviour.

The fact that Roscoe of all people didn't find him boring was nice to know. While Rixon didn't consider himself to be even remotely dull he knew that several people found his attitude and behaviour too much to handle. This worried him at times, it was clear deep down that for someone with so much confidence he possessed a lot of insecurities. Roscoe was the one person that could set him at ease and right now she was so close, sprawled across the couch in that alluring way she had. Dressed in clothes that showed just enough skin to make his mind wander. And it had, Rixon had spent countless hours thinking about Roscoe- he never would have admitted it- but he simply couldn't help it, she did something to his head that Rixon couldn't even understand himself. And yet he didn't think she'd ever reciprocate his feelings, she'd seen the bad side of him and that was a definite turn off.

Flirt. That word came up again, but her answer was unexpected. Roscoe didn't think he would flirt with her? Rixon was surprised, he had something of a reputation of flirting with every girl he'd set eyes on. And Roscoe was no exception, he was pretty sure he'd flirted with her before but maybe she just didn't think he truly meant it. The confusion was evident on his features as his blue eyes sought out her hazel ones once again. He stopped playing with her laces and looked at her in that captivating way he had, leaning a little closer so the flecks of green in her hazel eyes were clearly visible to him. "You are so very wrong Roscoe," he replied huskily, his mouth curled into a predatory smile, "In fact..." Rixon continued in a low voice, "I would-"

"-I'm not interrupting anything am I?"" A smooth male voice shattered the moment. Rixon fell silent, looking to where the copper-haired doctor stood in the doorway, a smug smile on his face at the notion he had indeed interrupted something. Rixon hadn't heard James approach and wondered how long he'd been stood there, the thought made him visibly bristle as he leaned away from Roscoe and flopped back against the couch. The walls raised again, as his lip curled into a closed off, arrogant sneer. A low growl sounded in his throat, too low for both Roscoe and the doctor to hear but the reaction was instinctive, James had just made his way onto Rixon's bad side.

James been up early, taking his usual jaunt around the forest and beating his record time for a three mile lap between the trees. It wasn't advisable for employees to go off into the woods alone, what with the presence of wolf shifters and an all manner of dark things that could be out hunting. Still James had never run into trouble and he almost liked the idea that danger could be lurking around every corner. He'd got back to base just before eight o'clock, only to find a sobbing attendant sat on the steps outside the main building. As it turned out she'd had a run in with one of the boys who happened to be in a particularly nasty mood that morning. James didn't need two guesses to work out who it was.

It was pretty clear to most that James didn't really like Rixon. He found him brash, overly confident and pig-headed, and James hated the way that Rixon strutted around as if he owned the place and everyone in it. Walking into the hospital wing that morning to see Rixon with his filthy paws all over Roscoe was enough to set James on edge. He liked the young nurse, she was a smart girl, inquisitive and clearly gorgeous. The kind of girl who could have any guy she wanted and yet here Roscoe was sat with that scumbag. James didn't feel even a hint of remorse as he stood in the doorway feeling like he'd caught two teenagers behind the bike shed. And the look on Rixon's face made it all worth it, the wolf boy looked positively murderous.

Roscoe lived by a policy that didn't allow her to judge anyone for their wrong doings. In her mind, Rixon really did not do anything Horrible. He had gone out with his buddies to let out a little steam and relax. With his job, he needed to do that every once in a while. Roscoe understood that. Beside with her past and faults, she had no room for judge him. Although, she most certainly did not like hearing about him kissing some girl. Somewhere in her mind, she knew that they were only friends and she could not be mad at him for it. But it still hurt her to hear that he did it.

Roscoe had snuggled down into the soft leather more, trying to get more comfortable. Working at the base was wonderful, but it also meant that you didn't get much sleep. The boys often went out on missions at night and came back in the early hours of the morning banged up and in need of medical attention. And even when they are out at night, Roscoe can hardly ever sleep because she is worried for the team. But more so for one cocky wolf in particular. So in short, living here had ensured that she developed quite the caffeine habit.

Roscoe had just found a comfortable spot when Rixon started talking about flirting with her again. She did quite understand why they were having this conversation. It amazed her how an innocent joke about him flirting with girl in his drunken state and turned into them flirting. "You would what?-"

After they were both interrupted by the same smooth voice, Roscoe's hazel eyes shot up to find the source. Doctor James stood in the doorway, looking as composed as ever. Roscoe's immediate response was to snap at him for barging into their conversation. But she thought better of it because in some ways, this man was her boss. She worked alongside of him everyday and if she got on his bad side, god only knew what he could do for her career.

"Hello Doc." Roscoe said politely as she swung her legs of Rixon's lap and stood up. In graceful movements, she raised her arms above her head and stretched. The bottom of her shirt rose up and the sparrow tattoos on her hip bones peaked out some. Noticing that her shirt had rode up, she quickly tugged it back down and smiled sheepishly at the Doctor. "What are you doing her so early? You usually come in later."

Rixon didn't reply when Roscoe probed him for an answer, the moment had vanished with the doctors arrival on the scene. Kind of ironic that someone who saved so many lives could kill the moment so effectively. Rixon's eyes had darkened visibly the second that James had made an appearance in the room. It wasn't common knowledge that Rixon disliked the cardiologist, Rixon made a point of disliking many people so it was mostly expected from him. He glowered at James as the doctor waltzed into the room and grabbed his white coat off the hook. James moved with the gait of a man who seemed unaware of his size, his steps were clumsy and uncoordinated. Rather unlike Rixon who moved with the predatory grace of the wolf that was inside of him. That was one comfort Rixon could take, while the intelligent doctor could outsmart him, physically he'd never match up.

"Morning Roscoe, did you have a good weekend?" James asked in his usual cheerful demeanour, buttoning his coat and checking the schedule on the notice board. He could sense Rixon's eyes on him, that blue eyed glare that could strike fear into the hearts of most. For the most part James ignored him though, his attention soon captured by Roscoe as she raised her arms above her head and stretched in that subtle, sexy way she had. His eyes fixated on the tattoo at her waist and James would have remained there looking at it were it not for the fact he heard the audible crunch of Rixon's teeth snapping together. James turned his cool brown eyes to the wolf-shifter who was still sat on the couch, fingers curled into fists against his knees. "Rough night Rick?" he asked in a patronising manner, a slight smirk touching his jaw. Rixon's temper was his fatal flaw, everyone knew it and James was more than happy to exploit it. Roscoe's question prevented him from winding the guy up anymore though.

He ran a hand through his messy copper hair and grinned in Roscoe's direction, "The schedules packed out for this morning, couldn't let you deal with all the riff-raff on your own." James replied, shooting a quick glance in Rixon's direction. The wolf-shifter got to his feet in one fluid motion, for a moment James thought he might actually lunge at him. But Rixon seemed to be in control of himself, he took a deep breath and then looked towards the door, seemingly undecided as to whether he wished to stay or not.

Roscoe was fully aware of Rixon's distaste for the Doctor. The temperamental wolf shifter had stated it many times before but his body language also gave it away. Roscoe watched has he clenched and unclenched his fist as his angry blue eyes watched James every move. Roscoe couldn't help but notice how clumsy the doctor's gate was. Having spent so much time with Rixon and the others, she was used to their more graceful movements. Even though she wasn't a wolf herself, she had always had a grace about her. Her movements were always fluid and precise, something that was well admired in her career.

"It was fine, I enjoyed the quiet and getting to sleep in some." Roscoe answered James politely. Even though she didn't' share the same feelings that Rixon had for the doctor, she still wasn't a big fan of him. He was too proper for her taste and he always tried to anger Rixon. Though he did it subtle ways Roscoe always picked up on it. "His night was fine. Just a little fun with the boys." Roscoe snapped defensively. Her protective side in overdrive.

"I gladly deal with his riff-raff on my own." Roscoe stated calmly. "But thank you for the offer." She said as politely as she could manage. Her body tensed as Rixon stood from the couch, his eyes full of anger. She instinctively stood between the angry wolf and doctor, creating barrier or sorts. You could tell by the slight shock on her face that she didn't expect Rixon to make a move for the door and not at the doctor. "Where are you going Rix?" She asked him, obviously confused. They always spent their mornings together and now he was leaving.

"Sounds nice," James replied, reaching for a file on the desk and casually flicking through it, his brown eyes taking in the information necessary for the practice to run that day. He was fully aware of Rixon's glowering expression as the wolf-shifter stood in deadly silence, hands shaking as he struggled with his own lack of self-control. That was the difference between the two of them, while Roscoe may like the wilful, powerful man behind the wolf, the creature within was always threatening to get out. Composure was something that Rixon had none of and right now he was not in the best position. Another smart comment from James and he'd tear half the room to pieces with his transformation. As far as James was concerned the wolf-shifter was a liability, the others weren't so bad, Nyx and Daniel always seemed to be in utmost control, Rixon however seemed ready to burst out of his skin at every opportunity.

James didn't miss the slight defensive tone in Roscoe's voice as she spoke of Rixon's night out. What surprised him more though was the response that came from the wolf-shifter's mouth.
"You don't have to cover for me," Rixon told her spitefully, regretting the words the instant they left his mouth. His anger spiked immediately after that, the last thing he had wanted to do was to upset Roscoe and now fearing that he had, his temper was beginning to flare. He was angry at himself and perhaps a little at James, but all Rixon knew now was that if he didn't get out now then someone was going to get hurt. And he couldn't take that risk. Body trembling as he struggled to maintain the tension in his muscles and breath shooting out in quick bursts Rixon stalked towards the doorway. Only stopping as he heard Roscoe speak up once again, "I-uh," he froze taking a deep breath, "I promised I'd help...Beck, no Cobie-uh, the trucks playing up..." he rambled, failing to produce an adequate lie as his eyes flashed golden and his jaw began to ache. "Don't follow me," Rixon warned and then he was gone. Turning on his heel and vanishing from the room as quickly as he could manage. Out in the hall where he couldn't be seen Rixon doubled over, breathing deeply and trying to force his anger back down to where it wasn't going to affect him. No joy though, he needed to get out...he needed to change.

In the medical room still stood with Roscoe James almost felt a stab of pity for the wolf-shifter who was so obviously out of control. He frowned slightly at the papers he was looking at, maybe it would be worth recommending Rixon for psychological analysis, he needed to find an avenue for his anger. Setting the clipboard aside James gave Roscoe a wary look, "You should be careful around him," he said softly, "It must be difficult adjusting to all this," he muttered and for a moment it seemed as if James actually cared for Rixon, his concern was only for Roscoe though. James hoped she'd heed Rixon's warning not to follow, to wait until later and speak with him then.

(view spoiler)[ So I was thinking maybe if Roscoe doesn't go after Rixon and he stays in the hallway just long enough to hear James ask Roscoe out. Assuming she'll say yes Rixon runs off to the woods in a rage, turns wolf and then has to be dealt with by by his alpha unit comrades/ sister etc.....meanwhile Roscoe can turn down James if she wants because honestly he turned out to be more of a dick than I was planning. Rixon obviously doesn't know she turned James down and so goes out on another booze filled evening and sleeps with a stranger or one of his co-workers? This of course then gets back to Roscoe and suddenly it doesn't seem like such a bad idea to go out for drinks with James? Later Rixon realises his mistake and decides he can't lose Roscoe to the likes of the dickhead doctor, he then does everything in his power to make it up to her and prove that he actually cares about her more he anything in the world....thoughts? :) (hide spoiler)]

((Sorry, Started school today :( ))

Roscoe started to protest when he started to leave but decided better of it. She had been around him long enough to know when he was about to loose control and by the looks of it, Rixon's inner wolf was more in charge at the moment than he was She understood that and even envied him at times that he could change into something so incredible. Of course she had never told anyone that little bit of information, especially Rix. What she didn't understand was that fact that he needed to lie to her. She knew for a fact that Beck and Cobie didn't need him. Roscoe had passed both of them on her way to the clinic.

Roscoe also knew better than to follow him in this state. With his wolf at the border of breaking through, she didn't feel like getting to close. Human Rixon may like her, but wolf Rixon hadn't yet met her. He had always been worried that his wolf my do something that could cause her harm. With his wolf being so unstable and constantly out of control, Rixon hadn't dared shift in front of her.

Roscoe watched as a flash of pity for Rixon Passed the Doctor's Face, "Don't look at him like that." She snapped defensively before she could fully comprehend she had said it. Sighing she slumped back down onto the couch, "Well there I go protecting him again." She said quietly whilst rubbing her temples. Roscoe listened quietly as James spoke, You should be careful around him. Those words repeated themselves in her mind. "Sadly I'm not so worried about bodily harm. " She was more worried of having her heart completely broken by the untamed wolf shifter. Roscoe always put on a brave front, but deep inside, she was still a young 20 year old who kept schoolyard crushes.

(view spoiler)[I like the plan up until the point where she actually agrees to have drinks with him. Its just a lot of back and forth. What if while he's out in the woods going crazy and the others attempt to calm him down, someone comes and gets Roscoe telling her that she's probably the only one who can calm him down. She goes out there just as he lost control and shifts. She then finally meets his wolf but the wolf doesn't like her at first till he finally catches her scent and realized that She's okay and safe to be around. (hide spoiler)]

(view spoiler)[ Yeah that would work better :) I see that beckham is available for rping could I borrow him to help Cobie attempt at calming Rixon down? I was going to have her listening to music on the steps of the house just as Rixon storms past towards the woods, she's not gonna be able to cope with him on her own? (hide spoiler)]

(view spoiler)[ yeah you can use him. :) do you still want roscoe to go out into the woods with them? (hide spoiler)]

(view spoiler)[ Sweet! And I was thinking Cobie and Beckham go after him firstt, maybe they're fixing the truck out in the grounds or something and he storms past? So they have a brief confrontation ending with Rixon running off and Cobie going to find Roscoe? Then they can all head to the woods where beckham is still trying to subdue him and then he goes wolf and Roscoe gets to see his wolf for the first time? (hide spoiler)]

James' eyebrows shot up as Roscoe all but reprimanded him for his previous comment. As her superior he was inclined to give her a warning, he shouldn't let her get away with speaking to him in that way, James was her boss after all. However this was Roscoe and right now she seemed to be hurting, the strange, unpredictable world of the wolf shifters took it's toll on everyone. James himself had seen his fair share of fear-inducing incidents, events that kept him awake at night and things that simply didn't seem possible. It was terrifying world and having had his eyes opened to what lurked in the shadows James felt that little bit more insignificant. Who was he next to someone like Rixon? The other man was wild, untamed and undeniably dangerous, a flick of his wrist could mean a snapped neck. And yet Roscoe seemed happy to throw herself in amongst the turmoil, to risk her life because some dog turned on the smoulder.

"You can't think like that," James replied quietly, not really intending to voice his thoughts. If she wanted to go and get herself killed that was her problem. And yet James wasn't at liberty to let people get hurt when it could be easily prevented. "Look.." James began, setting the folder down on the desk and taking the seat beside her on the couch. "Maybe you just need to step away from all this, just for a day- give you a chance to just do something human?" he murmured, running a hand into his copper hair. James' nerves were evident as he continued speaking, "Now feel free to say no to this, but maybe you'd like to go for a drink with me? After work tomorrow?" he suggested, brown eyes watchful as he awaited her response.

Out in the hallway Rixon's anger had slowly begun to ebb, bracing himself against the wall he took long deep breaths as the red slowly cleared from his vision. Almost feeling like himself again Rixon turned to re-enter the ward only to freeze as he heard the doctor speak. His heart thudded almost painfully against his ribs and the red that had seeped away only moments ago, reappeared in an instant. A low feral snarl sounded in his throat and Rixon felt the familiar burning sensation as his bones tugged against the tendons. He didn't wait to hear Roscoe's answer, why would she turn down the smart, well-spoken doctor? The undeniably human doctor who didn't have an anger complex or the tendency to snap? Rixon didn't want to hear her breathe the word yes, he knew he'd storm in there and all hell would break loose. The doctor wouldn't walk away alive, that was for sure. A pathetic, whining sound made it's way out of his mouth and Rixon clenched his teeth together, turning on his heel and storming away. Nobody bothered him as he made his way through the building, staff members shied away with fearful expressions and by the time he reached the exit he was almost certain someone was going to raise the alarm. He needed to get away, into the trees before he did something stupid.

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(view spoiler)[Perfect! Ugh I can't wait to get home and rp it! We both have such a time difference that we are online at different times:/ how much longer will you be on? (hide spoiler)]

(view spoiler)[ I know time differences suck so bad! Umm maybe another 45 minutes, my boyfriend's at the pub so I'm staying up till he gets back. I'll reply in the morning if not? And if I make a thread in the grounds I'll write a post for Cobie there so you have something else to work with, damn timezones are the worst...I'm loving this couple though, they are adorable (hide spoiler)]

Roscoe was fully aware that the doctor was standing there starring at her as she pouted on the couch. The hairs stood up on the back of her neck as he gazed looked over it. The same thing happened when Rixon would enter a room and look at her, but with James if felt different. Honestly, it made her feel slightly uncomfortable. Roscoe always did her best to be civil and polite to James, considering he was one of her superiors, but she didn't like the way he walked around thinking he was in charge of the place. Yes Rixon was arrogant, but James was just too conceded for her taste.

Roscoe had been lost in her own thoughts as James stood there talking to her. She was concerned for Rixon but also for anyone who may come across the angry shifter. She knew that he control when angry went down drastically and anyone in his path would be a victim of his wrath. Only did she here what the doctor said when the words maybe you'd like to go for a drink with me were uttered. Roscoe was so perplexed by the notion that it probably took her a full twenty seconds to fully understand what he was asking of her.

"James, thank you for the offer, " She started, "But I really need to get things settled with Rixon before I go on dates with other guys.." Roscoe told him respectfully. Truthfully, Roscoe had no intentions of ever getting drinks with James. She didn't feel any connection with him and she thought a date would just make her feel uncomfortable.

Roscoe stood from the couch and gave James a sympathetic smile. "But Hey! There's another nurse here who thinks you're pretty hot. She can never shut up about you." Okay, so she was lying. It was the least she could do for turning him down. "See you around, Doc." Roscoe waved and left the hospital wing. She needed to find Rixon.

James hadn't been expecting Roscoe to turn him down, that much was clear on his face as he sat on the couch beside her. Surprise flickered briefly across his features before his usual composure took hold and he gave her an easy smile, "No I get it, I understand," he muttered, looking at the floor for a moment. Clasping his hands together James got to his feet and headed back over to the desk, "Well if you ever change your mind..." he began, only to turn and see Roscoe already making an exit. That seemed to add further insult to injury- the fact that she was now racing off to deal with the wolf shifter. James stared perplexed as she vanished from sight and then returned his attention to the schedule on the wall, there was still work to do after all.

{CURRENT RP OVER. MEDICAL CLINIC OPEN FOR OTHER RPS}

Damn it. Natasha had had to run from her car to make sure that she clocked in on time. It was kind of ironic, really; the fact that she would be late to her shift - as a doctor - because her doctor's appointment had run late. Figures. But as she slowed to a stop in the medical clinic and glanced at her watch, she relaxed. She was on time. Not early, but she was on time, at least. Thank goodness that she ran on the cross-country team back in high school. She hadn't been great at it, but hey - here she was, almost ten years later, putting it to good use.

Using the reflection in the glass by the door, Nat straightened out her blouse and smoothed down her skirt before entering. Walking over to the corner where she kept her things, she hooked her purse strap on her designated hook, shrugging her lab coat onto her shoulders. And at that point, she'd realized that she wasn't alone in the clinic. "Hey, James," she called out to where he stood by the schedule. "How's next week's schedule?"