When Day Meets Knight Chapter 1
This story is a work of fiction regarding a group known only as the ASL. All characters
and locations are copyright Jonathon Ford. Please don't use them with out asking me
first.
When Day Meets Knight
It had all started like a normal approach to the weekend; Jonathon had finished his duty
shift for the week on Thursday and so had the entire weekend free. "Trisha and I have
been so busy lately that we haven't seen much of each other." Jonathon mused to
himself as he walked up to his front door. Jonathon had made some plans for him and
this long time girl friend Trisha. Now Friday morning came and Jonathon ate a quick
breakfast and got on the phone to call Trisha. The phone rang a few times the a lovely
voice spoke on the other end, "Hello, Day residence." The voice said sweetly.
"Hello, my dear." Jonathon responded doing his best to match the tone from the other
phone.
"Oh, Hi Jonathon what are you doing home today?" Trisha queried.
"I have the entire weekend off duty this time and I thought we needed to do some
catching up my sweet. So are you free today? I thought we could take a drive out to the
lake and have a nice picnic lunch."
"That sound absolutely wonderful, when will you be here?"
"I can be there in an hour, is that enough time for you to get ready?"
"Yeah, an hours good I can't wait. See you soon."
Jonathon smiled as he heard the Trisha hang up on the other end. He knew she would
be straight up stairs to shower so he had time.
Jonathon walked into his study and flicked on his computer screen, as the screen
brightened he clicked on an icon in the shape of a winged upside down black triangle.
The screen went blank for a moment then the same logo appeared in a larger size with
the letters ASL inside it. A box popped up asking for a user id and pass code, Jonathon
quickly entered the requested data and clicked submit. After a few seconds the
speakers came to life, "Pass code accepted welcome back captain". Jonathon's smile
broadened as he navigated through the secure link to his office, he finally found the icon
he was looking for and double clicked it. Another box appeared which read, "please
enter target location", and he entered the name of the lake that he was planning to visit
and hit the enter key. The screen went blank again except for a small box in the center,
which said, "Stand by". After a brief moment an image appeared on the screen of the
lake and its surrounds as viewed from above, Jonathon studied the satellite image for a
moment before zooming in on the road leading to the lake, "Perfect," he thought to
himself no tire marks. Then he noticed something and leaned closer to the screen as if
to get a better look at it, he quickly clicked a icon labeled "Thermal" and the image
changed to show the heat signatures in the area. He studied the image than saw what
he was looking for, and sighed in relief, "just a deer." He said to himself chuckling
slightly. He clicked the "log off" icon and turned off the screen as he stood up.
An hour later Jonathon pulled into Trisha's driveway and turned off the car. He was
barely halfway to her door when she rushed out and tackled him to the ground with a
huge hug and a deep kiss. Jonathon liked it when she was in this sort of mood. They
broke the kiss and he stared up into her bottomless blue eyes, and smiled he still could
not understand what she saw in him, she was for lack of a better word perfect about 5'
10" the softest brown hair which fell just around her shoulders, her breasts not to large
but not to small, and last but certainly not least those blue eyes. "I missed you lately."
She said breaking him from his trance.
"And I have missed you my love." He said softly beaming a smile.
"Come on let's get going I don't want to waste one more second of our time together."
He said rising form the ground. They both got in Jonathon's four-wheel drive truck and
backed out of the drive.
The sun was high overhead as the truck pulled into the little used parking area at the
lake, the two lovers got out and Jonathon grabbed the picnic basket and large blanket he
had packed. "Lead the way my dear." He smiled at Trisha, who turned and walked down
the trail to the beach. They arrived at the beach after twenty or so yards, and Trisha
took the blanket from Jonathon spreading it out under the shade of a big pine tree.
Jonathon set the picnic lunch down and then sunk down onto the blanket beside his
love. The two proceeded to eat the meal that Jonathon had made, after they had
finished the meal and put away all the dishes again Jonathon stood up and reached out
a hand. Trisha grabbed his hand as he hauled her up to her feet, the two set out for a
walk around the lakeshore. After about a half hour had passed Jonathon looked over to
Trisha with a smile and asked, "Feel like a swim?"
Trisha beamed at him then sighed, "But I didn't bring my suit." She said a little
downhearted. Jonathon only smiled wider and he leaned closer to her to whisper,
"Nether did I." Trisha looked at him in shock then smiled jumping up into his arms as
she gave him a deep and passionate kiss, which he quickly returned, their tongues
mingling with one another. He reluctantly broke the kiss as he let her down gently. The
both began to undress each other until Jonathon was left in his boxers and Trisha in just
her bra and panties. They held hands as they ran into the crystal clear water of the lake;
the water was warm this time of year and felt so good as they played splashing each
other happily. After an hour or so the both stumbled out of the water panting slightly
from the energy they had just expended. Since there they were the only to at the lake
they just picked up their clothes and walked slowly back to where they had left the
blanket, they leaned into each other as they walked just enjoying the others company.
When they reached the site of the blanket they sank down to rest both now dry from the
warm sun during the walk back. The sun was a little lower in the sky when Trisha Fell
asleep in Jonathon's arms as he stroked her hair and ran his hands over her sleeping
form drawing some soft moans of pleaser as he did so. The temperature had dropped a
few degrees when Trisha woke up shivering a little, but still warmed from her lover
holding her in his arms. She smiled up at him lost in the green eyes that looked back at
her. "I think we should get dressed now before one of use gets a cold and ruins the rest
of the weekend." She said playfully noticing the slight shiver he was trying to hide. They
got up and dressed slowly, taking time to admire each other in the afternoon light.
The drive back from the lake was passed mostly in silence with the occasional giggle
from the two as their minds played with ideas of what would happen next. As pulled up
into the driveway of Jonathon's two-story home it was about four in the afternoon and
the sun was beginning its trip through the bottom quarter of the sky. They entered his
house and the door had barely clicked shut when Trisha spun round and embraced
Jonathon, Jonathon returned the embrace smelling the sweet scent of her hair, it was
intoxicating to him like the smell of jasmine and peppermint. He smiled at her drinking in
her beauty as it were water and him dieing of thirst, he could never get enough of her.
He whispered softly as they stood in his living room, "you know I think we need a
shower," as he broke the embrace he held tight to her hand "are you coming?" She just
smiled and moved to follow him up stairs. They stood in the bathroom as the water from
the shower heated up they took to striping each other slowly, with great care and
tenderness their eyes almost never separating. They step into the shower together and
began working over each other's bodies with infinite care and attention. Trisha's eyes
strayed down Jonathon's body, she had never fully noticed how handsome he was with
his chest muscles nicely outlined but not over done his strong legs and oh yes his well
endowed man hood which was standing to attention from her careful caressing. Trisha
slid slowly down to her knees before taking the head of Jonathon's tool in-between her
warm wet lips. The sensation was nearly too much for him as his legs went weak, but
he steadied himself as Trisha slowly slide her warm sucking mouth up and down his
man hood. Slowly she worked it taking him in all the way down to the base of his cock
as one hand fondled his already tightening sack. He was breathing heavily as his hips
rocked back and forth in time with the movements of his lover. Trisha ran her tongue
along the belly of his cock as Jonathon ran his hands through her wet hair. She could
feel his prick growing as she kept up her determined assault, Jonathon moaned with
pleaser as Trisha worked him with a skill he had never imagined before. Trisha moved
up his length leaving only his head in her lips her tongue teased his eye and then she
plunged back down his length taking him into her throat sucking him all the way down, it
was too much for him. Jonathon grunted as he rocked forward, Trisha feeling his cock
pulsing in her mouth swallowed hard to try and keep up. Despite her best efforts his
seed leaked out from the corners of her mouth. She let his still spurting tool slip from her
lips and rose up to face Jonathon. He met her eyes then leaned forward kissing her lips
with a deep passion and was welcomed by her still creamy tongue he savored the taste
for a while before breaking the kiss. "That was wonderful," he murmured, "but you
should save some strength for later." They finished showering and dried off before
returning down stairs.
By this time the sun was setting lower in the sky, but Trisha took no notice of it too
preoccupied with her love to really care much. Together they sat and kissed on the
couch each fondling the others body happy just to be with each other. Trisha barely
noticed the tingling itch that had begun to affect her skin as she locked in yet another
deep kiss with Jonathon. Suddenly the itch forgotten until now became a slight burning
under her skin, she sat bolt upright with a loud gasp. How could she have forgotten that
it was a full moon tonight, she should have been home hours ago. Jonathon could see
the distress in her eyes and turned to her, "what's wrong Trisha?" he pleaded to her.
She rose from her seat scratching the back of her right hand and forearm, "I have to go
home," she stammered. She took two steps towards the door and started to collapse.
Jonathon darted from the couch to catch her and cushion her fall, arriving her before she
hit the floor. The change now well underway as Trisha's clothes where starting to
hamper her breathing, as her body grew and hair started to grow all over her. Jonathon
dashed to his study and returned with a pair of heavy clothes scissors, he started to
carefully but quickly cut away her shirt starting at the bottom moving up her chest now
well covered in a soft dark gray fur. Her could hear her breathing ease while it was still
quite rapid; he gingerly cut down the arms of her shirt being careful not to pinch her skin
or cut her. Once he had finished with the shirt he started to work on her already
overstressed pants work from the top down each leg with the same loving care he
always showed her. After he finished he could do no more for her and the scissors fell
to the floor with a soft but unheard thud on the carpet. He could see that she was
suffering and could only guess at the pain that she must be going through. Jonathon
just sat on the floor holding the one he loved so much as the change slowed her eyes
closed until now fluttered open revealing the previously blue eyes that now glowed a
deep yellow in the light of the moon through the window. He just stroked her head fur
looking at her with the same loving and compassion that his eyes always held for her, he
felt something soft brush his leg and he turned his head to see a beautiful furry tail of the
same dark gray brushing against him. Jonathon could not help but smile at Trisha at the
sight of her tail. The change finally slowed to a stop.
Trisha looked up at him and pulled away form him feeling a sense of shame at what he
might think of her, tears began to fill her eyes as she turned her face away from him and
buried her head in her arms.
"Hey now, " Jonathon said softly with a soothing tone to his voice, "What is all this, come
here my love, there's no need for tears here." Tears of sympathy welling up in his own
eyes, he blinked a few times to hold them back. He reached out and with gentleness
previously unknown to her took hold of her snout and started to turn her back to him, she
began to turn away again but he held her firm but gentle still. She finally gave in to his
persistence and turned to face him tears running down the fur of her face. He smiled
down at her as she lay in his lap even though she was now a good eight inches taller
than him, she started to smile back but when she realized how her teeth must look her
stopped and replaced her paw hands over her face. Jonathon just pulled her close to
him and held her while she clamed down. Finally she looked up into his eyes expecting
to see something akin to fear or loathing but found only the same deep pools of warmth,
compassion, and understanding that where always there. She smiled again snuffling a
little to ebb the tide of tears rolling down around her muzzle.
"I... I though you would be upset with me this way." Trisha sniffled still fighting to hold
back tears from her eyes.
"Trisha, my darling I love you no matter what you look like, you could turn into a Minotaur
and it still would not change the way I feel about you." Jonathon answered holding back
tears of his own. "And besides I think you look just as beautiful with that gray fur of
yours."
"I am sooo, sorry I didn't tell you before but I thought you might reject me for who when I
am like this." Trisha stammered.
"I do wish you had told me earlier, but I understand why you didn't and what's done is
done. I know now and there is nothing you could do or be that would make me stop
loving you." Jonathon almost choked on the words in an attempt to hold back tears
again.
Trisha just put her head in against her chest and felt his heart beating in its slow steady
rhythm never changing; she looked up into his face and gave him a playful lick on the
cheek. He smiled down at her and she smiled back feeling warm and secure in his arms
knowing that he would always love and cherish her.
They where brought back to reality when an audible rumble emanated up from Trish's
stomach, the change had taken a lot out of her and she was feeling very hungry.
Jonathon looked down at her and smiled, "You must be absolutely starving after what
you just went through, come on I have some steaks in the fridge."
Trisha smiled back at the mention of food and she held on as Jonathon half pulled her to
her feet. Together they walked the short distance to the kitchen Trisha's claws clicking
on the tiles as she walked.
"Now then how do you want it cooked or uncooked he?" Jonathon said as he pulled two
big rump steaks out of the fridge.
"Just raw will be fine," Trisha answers a slight growl in her voice.
"Well, ok then," Jonathon said as he placed the two steaks on a plate and set it down in
front of his love who was sitting a the table already. He stood up and walked around the
table grabbing a banana out of the near by fruit bowl before sitting down across from
Trisha.
"Aren't you having one," Trisha asked a little puzzled.
"No, " Jonathon replied with a grin. "This will do me just fine," he said waving the
banana slightly, "and besides you need to eat more than I do to get back some of that
energy you lost."
She smiled and started in on the steaks, finishing each one in about four big bites.
Afterwards she felt much better; Jonathon finished his fruit and placed the peel in the
trash and Trisha's plate in the sink. The two of them returned to the living room and
spent the rest of the evening just enjoying holding each other in their arms and drifted
into an easy sleep.
It was well after midnight when Jonathon was wakened from his sleep by a stirring
against his right side, he opened his eyes to see Trisha squirming slightly as she slept.
He smiled looking down at what he figured had to be the most lovely creature on the
planet; she had one furred arm draped around his shoulders. He felt her paw hand
tense and relax as she dreamt, he winced as one of her sharp claws scraped across his
arm drawing blood as it passed. Being very careful not to disturb her he reached around
and grabbed a tissue, which he quickly folded in quarters, placing it on this arm to stem
the blood flow.
Jonathon did not notice when Trisha awoke, but when he looked down at her he found
himself staring into her glowing yellow eyes. "Good morning," he whispered to her.
Trisha's eyes darted over to a clock hanging on the wall of the living room, twenty-five
past midnight it read, and she smiled at his humor. She noticed the tissue he held to his
arm and looked at him in shock realizing she had caused it, she started to frown.
Jonathon reading her face piped up cheerfully, "It's nothing just a little scratch that's all."
She smiled at the fact that he did not seem to mind, after all he loved her very much that
was clear. When she look up at him again he seemed lost in deep thought an unusual
frown hanging on his face. "What's wrong?" Trisha asked a little concerned over his
expression.
He blinked snapping back to reality, "Oh," he said softly, "I was just thinking I said to you
that I wished you had told me about you sooner, but there are a few things that I should
tell you about me since we are on the subject of secrets."
"Really, tell me what is so secret that you needed to hid it from me." She said almost
joking.
"Well," Jonathon started taking a deep breath, "The Company that I work for is basically
an independent military organization which nobody knows exists."
Trisha almost would have laughed at his statement if it were not for the serious and sad
look of guilt on his face. She just smiled, "Oh, that's not so bad." She said lightly. When
Jonathon's face didn't change she know there was more to it than that.
"Look, perhaps it would be easier to understand if you saw for yourself." He took her by
the hand as they rose from the couch where they had been sleeping, and they walked
hand in hand to his study. Jonathon walked her around the desk and sat her down in his
chair, her tail fitting nicely in the gap between the seat and backrest. Jonathon sat on
the edge of the desk and flipped on the monitor, after a moment the normal screen
appeared. Jonathon leaned over to Trisha, "This computer is fitted with a very special
kind of voice recognition software, just watch. Computer," he stated in a clear firm voice,
"Open ASL uplink." The screen changed as they watched and the box for user log on
appeared in the ASL logo, a curser bar blinked in the user id portion of the box. "Ford
Jonathon Captain," he said as the computer entered the data nearly as fast as he said it.
"Fast computer," Trisha though to herself as Jonathon entered the pass code. "Id
confirmed, welcome Captain," the computer answered interrupting her train of thought.
"Computer, access personnel files for Captain Jonathon Ford and display the results."
He nearly barked to the computer. A small bow with the words "One moment" appeared
on the screen but was quickly replaced by a chest up photo of Jonathon in uniform and
all the data pertaining to him.
Trisha smiled up at, "You look very handsome in that uniform yah know." That comment
drew a smile to his face. She scanned the text on the screen reading the things she
knew about him, height, weight, hair and eye color. She stopped at the bottom of the
page at a title labeled duties and positions; she looked to him seemingly asking for
approval to read on. Jonathon nodded wordlessly and she clicked the down arrow
button. A full page of data spread down the screen, Trisha read it taking all in the
occasional gasp parting her lips. She stopped reading on a line about half way down the
page at the words which read, "Command positions: Commanding Officer Dark Knights
(special forces unit), Flight Leader Bravo combat training squadron, Flight Leader Echo
squadron current status operational combat patrol, Chair ASL High Council."
Trisha could not believe what she had just read, the man she loved and though she
knew so well was in fact a well trained fighting machine. The look that filled the once
placid eyes could only be described as akin to terror.
Jonathon read her face and eyes, a habit born of long practice, his head hung lower in
his shoulders, his eyes welling up with tears, which he tried to hide. Trisha looked at him
thoughtfully for a few long moments unsure of what to say, than she thought to her self, "
this man loves you more than anyone else and he accepted you without question for
who and what you are, doesn't he deserve as much." Then she smiled at him returning
the same gesture he had used to her, turning his face to meet hers with a strong paw
hand.
"I love you, no matter what you do or who you are in that uniform." She said softly and
reassuringly to him. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand sniffling slightly before
smiling, "I do love you so my darling." They leaned into each other and their lips met in a
breathless kiss.
"Do you still trust me?" Jonathon asked his lover, smiling as if he already knew the
answer.
"Of coarse I still trust you, Jonathon and I always will. I love you so very much." Trisha
replied smiling back to him.
"Do you like being a werewolf?" Jonathon asked shyly.
"Huh?"
"I mean aside from the change between being human and werewolf, do you enjoy being
one?"
"Yeah, I suppose I do enjoy being a werewolf, but it does have its downside."
Jonathon smiled; he had hoped she would give such an answer. He took her hand
sliding of the edge of his desk as he pulled her up to him, this time he looked up into her
eyes.
"If it were possible to stay a werewolf full time and not have to hide it would you take the
chance?" Jonathon asked his eyes full of love and hope, changed as Trisha took a long
slow breath contemplating the idea. His eyes studied her trying to read her face, to gain
some clue as to what she was thinking.
"Yes, I would take that chance, but it's just not possible Jonathon."
"It may not be as impossible as you think, but I do not know for sure." Jonathon said as
they started to leave the study. "Will you come with me?"
"To where?"
"To my office, or one of them anyway."
"Ok." Trisha answered starting to feel somewhat nervous.
"Computer, Log off and shut down." Jonathon ordered without turning around.
The two stood in the middle of the living room hand in hand gazing into each other's
eyes. Jonathon looked at his watch and gently taped a small button on its right side, the
watch emitted a low double beep then a voice spoke through it.
"Go ahead sir," the voice said.
"Two to transport for the SD Tiberian," Jonathon commanded.
"Yes sir, stand by." The voice responded.
"This may tingle a little my love, just hold on to me."
Trisha felt a slight twinge in her back and started to gasp but was cut off as two bars of
light appeared and passed through her once then twice.
She blinked and when her eyes opened again they were not longer in Jonathon's living
room, but in a room seemingly filled with electronic equipment. She felt weak in the
knees, but she could feel her loves arms around her and she maintained her balance.
Just then she became a where of another person in the room. She spun to face this
new presence, fear in her eyes. Jonathon held her tightly to him as her gaze fell on a
young man standing behind a console. The young man smiled and bowed his head
slightly before snapping to attention and saluting Jonathon, Jonathon returned the
gesture and smile.
"Glad to see you again sir," the man spoke up, "and who is this lovely looking creature
you have with you?"
Trisha smiled the fear fading from her eyes. Trisha looked down at Jonathon as if to
say, "Well who is he."
Jonathon cleared his voice, "Trisha, I would like you to meet Lieutenant Carman, the
chief transport operator aboard the Star Destroyer Tiberian the SD-2. And Lieutenant I
would like you to meet the love of my life and reason to come home, Trisha."
Lt. Carman bowed his head again, "A pleasure to meet you ma'am."
"Likewise." Trisha answered blushing slightly beneath her fur.
"Lieutenant," Jonathon said snapping the young mans head back in his direction, " Could
you reset the system and send us directly to my office at Base 1." The young Lieutenant
looked at Jonathon curiously for a moment before replying, "Yes sir, just hold one
minute." Lt. Carman studied his control panel pressing the occasional lighted button.
"Ah there, ok stand by," He chirped smiling at the two lovers standing on the pad. "See
you next time." Carman said as he pushed the execute key and the pad lit up with a
buzz the two light beams reappearing and passing through Jonathon and Trisha twice
before blinking out of existence again. Trisha opened her eyes to find she was now in a
spacious office with a rather large desk up against one wall Jonathon half pulled a
stunned Trisha over to his desk were she promptly flopped into one of the large
comfortable chairs that were arranged in front of the desk. Jonathon slide into the chair
next to her with a grin spread from ear to ear.
Trisha looked him in the eye still trying to recover from one of the most shocking ordeals
in her life, in the space of five minutes she had learned that things existed that she
thought were impossible. Jonathon's smile soon faded from his face and was replaced
by a questioning look.
"I don't think that I will EVER get used to that." Trisha nearly exploded. Jonathon
thought not for the first time it was good that the walls of his office were soundproof.
It had taken a few days for Trisha to get used to being in werewolf form all the time, but
Jonathon was at her side when she needed him to be and kept to the rest of his duties
as best he could. He had returned to their quarters one evening with a neatly wrapped
package under one arm and his face beamed as he saw Trisha fresh out of the shower
standing in the bathroom. "Looks like I arrived home to late again." Jonathon said as he
leaned against the doorframe. Trisha startled by the sudden words shrieked and pulled
her towel tight around herself, when she realized it was only Jonathon she dropped the
towel and leapt at him with a mock growl. This time she caught him by surprise
flattening him to the ground with her lunge. "How many times have I told you not to
sneak up on me?" She scolded, doing her best to sound upset, but her smile gave her
away. Jonathon just laughed releasing the package he was still holding and wrapping
his arms around her. Trisha started laughing too, and then she grabbed his shirt collar
and lifted his head to meet hers in a kiss. They parted and got to their feet Jonathon
brushing off the front of his now damp uniform. "I brought you something my love." He
said hoisting the package he had been carrying.
Trisha quickly opened the parcel tearing away the paper with her sharp claws. A gasp
escaped her lips when she revealed the contents. "It's lovely." She cried almost in tears.
"Well go try it on," Jonathon said motioning toward the bathroom, "I hope it fits I had the
Base Outfitter make it specially for you." Trisha almost bounded into the bathroom and
closed the door behind her. When she stepped out again it was all Jonathon could do to
keep his jaw from dropping to the floor. Standing there before him was the picture of
beauty. The uniform fit her like a glove. Trisha looked at him grinning amused by the
look of awe on his face. " That good is it?" she said running her paw hands over the
material her tail cutting the air soundlessly behind her.
Jonathon managed to gather his thoughts, "You look absolutely stunning. It really suits
you and you'll fit right in around the base."
"Thank you, I have been starting to go a little stir crazy being stuck in here when you are
gone."
"Speaking of my being gone, my squadron is due to leave on sector patrol tomorrow.
We will be gone most of the day, so you can wander around the base, but stay clear of
the hangers. I don't think I could forgive myself if you got hurt." Jonathon told his love.
"What if I need to get in touch with you?" Trisha questioned a worried tone in her voice.
"You can reach me on the com. system, just push this button and tell the dispatcher who
answers who you want to contact."
"Ok, then but I worry about you."
"Don't be, most of the time nothing ever happens on patrol we just fly the boundary and
come home. Anyway we have all of tonight to be together, and I wouldn't be anywhere
else right now." Jonathon answered calmly looking into Trisha's deep yellow eyes.
They met each other in a deep kiss and the rest of the world seemed to melt away from
around them. They spent the night together rolling around in bed, Jonathon knew he
would be tired in the morning for duty but he didn't care.
Trisha awoke the next morning to find Jonathon already gone, a note left for her on the
table. She tucked her robe around her closer and wiped away the last of the sleep from
her eyes before reading the note he had left her.
My Love,
You looked so beautiful this morning in your sleep that I could not bring my self to
wake you, so I kissed you cheek and left this for you. Have some breakfast and
a wander around the base if you wish and if you get lost just ask the computer to
help you. Keep safe in my absence and know that I care for you more than
anything. I will be home as soon as I can so do not worry. Yours forever.
All my Love, Jonathon
Trisha wiped a tear from her eye as she laid the letter on the table, she rose thinking "I
need a good hot shower." So she walk to the bathroom to find her towel resting on top
of her neatly folded clothes and a single rose atop them both. She smiled to herself he
really did love her all that much. After her shower Trisha got dressed and had a light
breakfast. She was just finishing cleaning up when she heard a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Trisha asked
"It's Commander Gerlton, ma'am I have some data for Jonathon to look over when he
returns. May I come in?" the voice from the other side of the door answered with a
husky tone in its voice.
"Yes, come in Commander." Trisha answered as she lent on the kitchen counter.
The door opened with a quiet hiss and Commander Gerlton walked in, Trisha nearly fell
over when she saw him, standing in her living room was a tall uniformed werewolf with
coal black fur and warm yellow eyes. Trisha just stood open mouthed and in shock, she
had never seen another werewolf before except for the one that bit her that is.
Commander Gerlton just smiled at her as he set the data pads he was carrying on the
table. "I don't suppose that you have seen another werewolf before now have you?" He
asked calmly. Trisha just shook her head to stunned to say anything at that point. "Well
I'm sorry if I up set you miss. Have a nice day." He tipped his hat and turned to leave
when Trisha finally got a hold of herself. "Wait, Commander. I'm sorry but I didn't
expect to see another one of us, especially not out here." Trisha managed to say.
Gerlton smiled at her again, "No, I don't suppose anyone would expect to met a
werewolf out here on the moon. There are actually two were's in the ASL myself and
Commander Jeffery Tunstan."
"Well what do I call you, I mean Commander Gerlton is so formal?"
"My name is Alex."
"Well Alex do know where a lady werewolf could get a good view of earth from here?"
Alex Laughed and explained to Trisha where the best views could be found. He made
sure to caution her again about staying away from the hanger areas.
"Echo one, confirm operations normal," The voice said, "Echo one, Echo one this is ASL
approach. Echo two still no contact with Echo one can you reach him."
"Stand by ASL approach, Echo one this is Echo two, Jonathon do you copy?"
The sound of his name snapped Jonathon's attention back to the real world, "ASL
approach this Echo one, and affirm Ops normal."
"Roger Echo One ops normal next report at time four five, ASL approach out."
Jonathon was sitting in the cockpit of his star fighter; his mind had been constantly
wandering back to his love. "Snap out of it man, just keep your mind on the job and get
it over with." Jonathon rebuked himself mentally for missing something so simple as the
hourly ops normal call. He looked at his watch then at the sector chart moving ever so
slowly on the navigation display in front of him. "Right on time," He mused aloud as the
check point light flashed on the control panel, he pushed the switch in resetting it for the
next check point. As always it was shaping up to be just a routine run around the sector
boundary nothing out of the ordinary. Jonathon settled back into his command seat
pushing out against the safety harness for a bit of a stretch, these seat were always
uncomfortable during a long patrol mission. He had surprised himself even when he
found that his mind had been able to wander off. The routine continued for most of the
flight, checking this or logging that.
Jonathon sipped a cup of coffee that he had brought with him for the long flight. It
always gave him a sense of fulfillment when he made the halfway point of the patrol
route, and so he always had his coffee at this time. Again he checked his watch,
"Damn," he thought to himself nearly a minute late. He set down his coffee cup and
edged the throttles forward, rewarded by a push backward in his seat. Even against the
inertial dampening field of the fighter its big engines made their presents felt. "That
aught to do it," he said mentally as the power gauges ticked up to eighty percent before
stabilizing. After all a seventy-five percent power cruise was always a little slow against
the solar winds out this after. Jonathon settled back into his chair contented to hopefully
finish his coffee without further interruption, a subtle beep, beep caught his attention. He
looked over his right shoulder to see the incoming transmission light blinking at him. He
looked at his watch, ah four five; he picked up the small ear peace and boom mike.
"ASL Approach, Echo one ops normal call again four five." He said. There was a short
pause then a female voice was heard through the earphone. "Roger Echo one next call
time four five."
"Perfect," he thought to himself as he unlocked his chair from the forward facing position
swiveling it to face the COM screen. He flipped on the switch and pressed the accept
key. The screen flashed to life, and he was looking into the eyes of the one he loved.
"Hi there," Trisha said to him a little shocked at the sudden appearance of his face on
the monitor she was sitting by.
Jonathon smiled, "I guess I forgot to mention that any call you place to a ship is a video
call as well as audio didn't I?"
"Yes, and you also forgot to tell me that you knew about werewolves before I changed in
front of you." Trish said in a mock hurt tone.
"Oh, I'm sorry my love but I did not want to tell you about that before because I would
have looked like an absolute fool if I had been wrong, and I did not want to put you in
danger. So can you forgive me, Please?"
"Oh, you worry to much. Anyway of coarse I forgive you I was only playing with you."
Trisha smiled as she watched his reaction change from worried to shock then finally to a
laugh.
"All right you got me, so who stopped by anyway."
"It was Alex who dropped in, he left some data pad things for you to look at when you
get back here. And I have something for you to review as well upon your return, my
dear."
Jonathon's smiled widened at the sound of her voice so soft and gentle yet still with a
trace of the animal in her, that was the part about it he loved most.
"Where are you anyway, Jonathon?"
"Well, I just rounded the halfway mark about ten minutes ago so I should be only about
four hours from base and four and a half from you." This time Trisha smiled giggling a
little at the playful tone he used.
"Take care my love." Jonathon said to end the conversation
"You to Jonathon." Trisha answered her voice full of tension.
Jonathon flipped off the screen and swung his chair forward again only stopping with a
heavy clunk as it locked into position.
Jonathon caught himself drifting off again and shook his head to dispel any drowsiness
that remained. A sudden peeling alarm had his eyes snapping up to the overhead
switch panel, a red warning light flashing down at him. An audio alert sounded
repeatedly, "Warning Proximity alert, Warning Proximity alert." The neutral voice
commanded attention. Jonathon stared at the view screen in front of him there was
nothing there, then a slight glimmer of reflected light and again. He shifted the image to
infrared mode and there it was a small meteorite closing in on his wing. Jonathon
grabbed the joystick with his right hand and pushed the throttles to full with the other, but
all to late the sound of rock and ice as it torn into the left wing near its root. Jonathon
shuddered at the sound trying not to visualize the damage it was causing. The sound
ebbed away as suddenly as it had begun, but something was very wrong even with the
hydraulics dampening out the forces Jonathon could feel a definite shimmy in the
controls of his ship and he knew it was bad. Before he had time to do anything one
alarm then two and finally a third sounded in the Cockpit which now felt small and utterly
insignificant in the vastness of space. "Warning Engine one Offline, Warning Engine one
Offline, Warning Left wing damaged failure eminent." Spoke the still neutral voice of the
computer. Jonathon smiled slightly at the thought that no matter how bad things got the
voice of the computer made it sound a little better than it was. He throttled back knowing
the extra power from the remaining three engines was not worth the added fuel burn
required to keep them there. He picked up the small boom mike and earpiece with a
slightly shaky hand. With skill born out of long practice and necessity all the anxiety left
his voice as he pushed the transmit switch, "ASL Approach Echo one Mayday, Mayday,
Mayday, Two engines offline, left wing failing. She won't hold together much longer."
"Echo one, ASL approach copy your mayday, Eject, Eject, Eject. Shuttle SS-4 is en-
route to your location for recovery." The female voice on the other end of the COM once
so stable and at ease now sounded tense and unsure.
"Echo one, Negative on eject. If I eject now the ship will crash into a city on RP 3562 I
can not let that happen."
A sigh was audible through the headset he wore, "Echo one ASL approach copied your
last, and inform when able to eject."
Jonathon found himself having to hold increasing amounts of right pressure on the
joystick to keep his machine upright, and it was wearing on his nerves a cold sweat
dripped continuously from his forehead. His mind racing from the present to the
conversation he had with his beloved only a short time ago. An audible chime broke the
silence Jonathon looked down to see the words, "clear of conflict," Flashing in green on
the screen in front of him. He smiled at the sight of it, "ASL Approach Echo one clear of
conflict, Bailing Out."
"Roger that, activate emergency beacon when clear." The female voice replied with an
obvious sigh of relief.
"Copy that, activate beacon when clear. Echo one off coms."
Jonathon tightened his safety harness and without looking raised the red and white
striped cover pushing the button that lay underneath labeled "EJECT". He was
rewarded with a series of loud pops as the bonds that held the cockpit to the rest of the
ship blow themselves apart with internal charges, after the last pop sounded the silence
that followed seemed to last for an eternity. Only to be shattered by the roar and hard
thrust it his seat as a rocket ignited propelling him and the cockpit away from the
damaged ship. The rocket fizzled out and the automatic stabilizing system took over
holding the cockpit in position. Jonathon blew his cheeks out with a sigh of relief, he
was still alive and may yet see his love again. His safety harness released his a click
and the gravity generator kept him firmly in his seat doing its job as always, Jonathon
turned around half leaving his seat to press the button for the emergency beacon all
fighters carried. His eyes narrowed as a blinding flash reached them, his mind didn't
have time to register that his ship or what was left of it had exploded. The tiny cockpit
shuddered as the shockwave approached, and Jonathon made a desperate lunge for
the button his fingers missed there target by an inch as the shockwave broke on the
small craft. Jonathon without his safety harness was thrown about the interior like a rag
doll, slamming into this panel or that ledge relentlessly and with nearly unspeakable
force. The stabilization system fought hard to regain control of the tumbling cockpit;
Jonathon could feel his injuries as they occurred everything happening as if in slow
motion. The cockpit finally came to a halt its tumbling over, Jonathon slid down a wall
slumping to the floor his breathing coming in short gasps and then only with difficulty.
He could feel the pain in his chest from the broken ribs, his arm hung limp at his side
blood, stained his uniform from the cuts on his arms. His vision cleared enough to see
through the trickle of blood running down his face from a gash over his eye, his target
was clear he had to activate the emergency beacon or he would die long before any
rescue found him out here. His chest burned like fire as he crawled across the floor to
the panel that held the button he reached up and pressed it his last reserves of strength
leaving him, the last thing he remembered hearing was the first set of pulses from the
beacon. Darkness clutched at his mind and he felt consciousness slide away from his
reach as a dream when held to tightly.
Trisha paced the floor of her living room, where was he, four hours and half hours had
come and gone. She had tried to reach him on the video COM but there was no signal.
Still she paced the floor her mind a seemingly endless jumble of thoughts all prying for
her attention, he was probably just running late or maybe he was just in a meeting back
on base. Yes it had to be one of those; she looked down at herself and realized that she
had been wringing her hands. She stopped and took a few deep breaths wither eyes
tight shut to calm her unsteadied nerves, "I need a coffee," she sighed to herself. She
just finished pouring her cup and inhaled the steaming contents with a sigh of relief,
when the doorbell peeled. Trisha looked up briefly annoyed be the disturbance, but the
thought that whoever it was might have word about Jonathon forced her to put her cup
down and start towards the door. "Who is it?" She asked trying to hide the anxiety in her
voice.
"Ma'am it's Alex, may I come in please?" Alex said from behind the door hoping that it
would mask the tension in his voice.
"Oh, come in Alex."
The door once again slid open and Alex stepped inside the room. Trisha came forward
to meet him, but she stopped halfway the smile quickly fading from her features. The
look of sorrow and dread on his face spoke volumes to her, she quickly had to sit down
or risk falling over from the shock.
"Miss Trisha, I don't know how to tell you this," he paused clearly finding this situation
difficult, "Jonathon's ship the Echo one radioed in an emergency about four hours ago,
and the rescue ship has just arrived on the seen. We could word he is still alive but was
hurt pretty badly. They should be arriving back here in the next hour."
"Where will they take him?" Trisha pleaded tears beginning to well in hear eyes.
"He'll be taken to the base hospital."
"Will you take me there please?"
"Ma'am he won't be there for an hour, maybe"
"Just take me there, Alex." Trisha screamed at him cutting him off.
Alex lowered his ears, "Yes miss, follow me."
It took only a few minutes to arrive at the hospital, Alex walked in with Trisha leaning
against his shoulder sobbing uncontrollably at the thought she might lose her love. Alex
sat her down in a private office then found one of the on duty nurses, who he instructed
to inform Trisha when Jonathon arrived. The nurse assured him she would and he
walked out ears and tail hanging low a solemn expression on his face.
A gentle rocking of her shoulder wakened Trisha; she raised her head sniffling to dispel
the last of her tears. Her face was meet by the kind eyes of a human nurse, "Miss they
just arrived back, they were able to repair most of his injuries on the way in but for the
rest time only time will tell." The nurse explained to her, handing Trisha a cup of coffee
as she did so.
"Thank you," Trisha replied sipping the warm drink, "Can I see him yet?"
"Yes, follow me and I'll take you to his room."
Trisha followed the nurse through the near empty halls of the hospital to the room where
Jonathon was. When Trisha entered the room fresh tears started to flow down the fur of
her face around her muzzle to the floor. Softly she padded over to him she looked down
at him lying in that bed, one arm held immobile with a sling the other resting at his side.
His face was a mass of bruises of varying sizes and colors; a small tube ran under his
nose delivering him oxygen.
"I'll leave the two of you alone, he will need you and your love now more than ever." The
nurse said softly as she left the room, pulling the door shut with a slight click.
Trisha pulled a chair alongside Jonathon's bed and slumped into it, holding is hand
crying softly until she had cried herself to sleep.
The next thing that Jonathon's mind registered was a steady beeping; he flexed his hand
before opening his eyes. As he did so his hand brushed against the soft warm fur of
Trisha's neck. Trisha stirred but did not wake still tired from sitting by him crying.
Jonathon opened his eyes the beeping had been the heart monitor pulsing away in time
with his own heart. He looked down the bed to where Trisha's head lay next to his
chest; he began to softly stroke her head fur happy and content to be alive and with his
love again. Trisha emitted soft moans in her sleep; Jonathon could plainly see the dark
tracks left on her face from all the tears she had shed. Trisha kept sleeping thinking that
she was having a wonderful dream of her and her love sitting together by the lake as he
gently caressed her fur.
"I love you my darling," Jonathon whispered to Trisha as he lay in the hospital bed all the
pain forgotten, his world at peace.
Trisha awoke at the sound of his voice, and raised her head slowly from its resting place.
Her eyes meeting his, as they beamed his love for her, "Hi there, have you been here all
night?"
Trisha just nodded at him fresh tears welling in her eyes, she stood and leaned in to hug
him as best she could planting a kiss on his forehead as she did so.
"I was so worried about you when you didn't come home," Trisha managed between
sobs.
"Hey, now." Jonathon started, "It will take more than my fighter exploding in the middle of
space and getting nearly beat to death to keep me from coming back to you." He
laughed than winced as he jarred his still sore ribs. Drawing yet another sob from his
love at the sound of his pain.
"Tell me something my love." Jonathon said raising his head and doing his best to sit up.
"Anything Jonathon."
"Do were's heal faster than normal people?"
"I ...I think so why?"
"Well I don't think that I could stand to be different from you any longer after this. Would
you change me?"
Trisha drew back slightly, this was a question she had hoped he would ask one day but
not when he was lying in a hospital bed.
"Do you really mean that my love. Once done the change can never be reversed and
the wolf inside can be hard to control sometimes, but if you really want it more than
anything in your life, than yes I can."
"I do want it and I will still have you there to guide me. You are the most precious thing
in my life and I could not bear to be without you."
Trisha leaned forward and gave Jonathon a deep passionate kiss before running her
muzzle down his neck and sinking her sharp teeth into his bruised shoulder. Jonathon
arched his back at the sudden shock of her bite, his mouth opened soundlessly before
he relaxed. His relaxation was short lived however as a tingle started to spread through
his body. The tingle mounted and grew in a fire burning in his skin as the change slowly
started to take place. Trisha held him close as the hair on his body began to lengthen
and thicken into a dark brown fur, he added another foot to his height and his eyes
formally a deep blue now glowed yellow to match those of his love. The change slowed
nearing it completion as a long tail appeared from Jonathon's lower spine. The change
complete, Jonathon looked up into the eyes of his love, "So how do I look?" He said his
voice raspy unaccustomed to his new animal vocal chords.
Trisha smiled at him, "You are still the most handsome thing I have ever laid eyes, or
fangs for that matter, on."
Jonathon returned her smile. The following few days went quickly as Jonathon
recovered faster than normal thanks to his loves gift. It took a while for the odd looks to
stop, however when he stopped someone in a hall for a report or what ever. But
eventually the people on the base got used to seeing him as a werewolf, the most
surprised looks came from Commander Alex Gerlton, even though he himself was a
werewolf.
After Jonathon had fully recovered, he faced the ASL High Council with Trisha by his
side. He announced firstly that he wanted to resign from active fighter duty and take up
instead a training position on the flight simulators at headquarters on earth. He also
stepped down as chair of the High Council nominating Commander Alex Gerlton as his
successor; oddly enough the chair of the High Council since then has always been a
werewolf. Jonathon and Trisha returned to earth at the next full moon and spend most
of their time at their house out by the lake. But for those three nights when the full moon
rises they can be found on a little island in the south pacific which houses the
headquarters for the ASL. If they are not roaming the corridors happy in each others
company they can be heard, provided you are brave enough to go outside that is,
howling there delight. The memory still lingers between them of that day when what was
so nearly a tragedy ended up being the start of a great life together.