True Monsters
by Tyloric

Warning: Spoilers for 1.10 Warriors

He could feel it coming, he always could. The sudden surge of adrenaline that seemed to have no trigger, the pain that wracked his body as it wanted to shift and change into something different. He toppled over the side of his bed in a panicked rush and crawled over to his dresser, unscrewed the cap on the pill bottle and hastily swallowed two of the Diazepam tablets.

Henry groaned loudly as another wave struck him, the wolf trying to break through. He resisted, like he always did, refusing to let that side of him take control. He face twisted and contorted, a snout making itself present for the briefest of moments before he was able to reassert himself. He fell to the floor in front of the dresser, gasping for breath.

Each minute felt like an eternity, but eventually the tremors stopped, the adrenaline in his system thinning. He breathed as even as he could, closing his eyes in concentration, willing himself to be calm.

The feeling after a change reminded him of the feeling you get right after sex. That relief that spread over your body, every muscle relaxed, the sudden tiredness. Though he was not anywhere near as satisfied. He grinned as a few… adult images filled his head.

Tired as he was, though, it would be difficult to sleep now. Henry always found it difficult to find rest after an episode as violent as that one, his mind always seemed to kick into overdrive. In the event that he was able to sleep his dream were hellish; commonly filled with the wolf tearing the Sanctuary apart.

He ran a hand through his hair, not entirely surprised to find it matted down with sweat. Sighing, he got up shakily to his feet, his knees buckling ever so slightly, before he found his balance. He stretched his muscles experimentally. Partly because he was stiff and partly to make sure everything was as it was supposed to be.

He padded over to his desk and flipped his computer off standby. He rarely shut them down, he was too impatient to wait for the to start back up. He started doing nonsensical things: checking the perimeter sensors, internal alarms and the Shoe, making sure everything was in check. They all were, of course, and he knew they would be. It just made him feel like he was doing something productive in his time of restlessness.

Henry sighed again and ran a hand over his face before against the desk and getting back to his feet. He stepped out into the hallway, looking it up and down. The Sanctuary had an eerie feeling at night, the hallway dimly lit by moonlight. It was like a haunted house, only it actually had monsters.

Henry caught himself. No, they weren't monsters. Abnormals. He had to maintain that train of thought. The creatures here were different under no fault of their own, it had just happened. Just like he happened to be a werewolf.

And he had to admit, ever sense he'd come to terms with being a werewolf things hadn't been nearly as grim as he thought they would. Sure, he had some episodes where the change just wanted to force itself out, but they weren't happening as often as when the wolf first started making itself present, and even then with a little Diazepam and a little bit of will he was usually able to force it down.

Stepping out into the hallway, he started to walk, not really having a destination in mind. He needed to clear his head, and the Sanctuary was big enough to just stroll around for a while. Eventually, he ended up in the kitchen to find Will sitting at the island, his back to Henry sipping on what he smelled as milk. He was wearing grey jogger pants and a loose fitting blue tee-shirt.

Feeling mischievous, he slowly stalked up behind the blond haired man. When he directly him, he leaned over ever so slightly to that he was level with Will's ear and simply said, "Hey."

The good doctor jumped three feet in the air, stumbling away from his chair and whirling to face Henry all at the same time, nearly falling over. On the inside, Henry was balling, though he forced his face to stay calm. He raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong with you?"

"You scared the hell out of me!" Will accused.

At this, Henry offered a toothy grin. "Sorry."

Will wasn't the kind of person to hold a grudge. He sat back down a few seats away from where he had started, shaking his head.

Still grinning, Henry walked over to the fridge and retrieved the milk. He made a face that was borderline disgusted. Skim milk. He put the milk back and grabbed a bottle of water.

"What're you doing up?" Will asked.

Henry didn't hesitate. "Couldn't sleep." He sat down next to Will. "You?"

"Yeah… me neither."

He raised an eyebrow. "What's up, doc?" He didn't realize he had made a pun until it was already out of his mouth and grinned when he noticed.

Will laughed briefly. "Just… thinking."

"'bout the fight?"

"Yeah." Will said, frowning.

Henry nodded in understanding, taking a swig of water. "Wanna talk about it?" He asked after a moment.

Will was quiet for a while, reaching over to where his glass of milk sat to take a large gulp of it. "Nightmares. I know it was a few days ago but…"

Henry watched him intently, waiting for him to continue.

"I don't know." He said finally, shaking his head. "I keep seeing myself beat up Daniel… and enjoying it. Enjoying it… that's what scariest about it. I just didn't think I was capable of something like that."

"We're all capable of it, Will. Working here in the Sanctuary should have taught 'cha that by now. But to be fair, you weren't exactly in your right mind."

"Hmm…" was the response.

They sat there for a while longer, in a comfortable silence, until Will broke it. "Thanks by the way."

"For what?"

"Stopping me. I don't know what I would have done if you…"

Henry grinned again, gripping Will by the shoulder. "No problem, pal."

Will smiled weakly in return, leaning ever so slightly into the touch. "It was scary… being a monster."

"I know how that feels." Henry said grimly.

Will seemed to catch on to what he had just said. "Oh, sorry..."

"Psh, don't worry about it. I've kinda gotten used to the idea of being a wolf." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively at the last part, causing Will to roll his eyes. "Plus, I knew the change would happen sooner or later. When it finally came on… well, you know."

Will frowned, recalling the day the serpent had nearly eaten him alive. If Henry hadn't come along and literally flung it out a window, taking himself with it, things would have ended much worse.

"My point is, doc, there is a little bit of monster in all of us, I think, abnormal or not. We either choose to let it control us, or we control it. So yours got the better of you for a while, no big deal."

The doctor regarded Henry silently for a moment, a bit awe struck to this side of the technician. He'd never know Henry to be this… deep.

"Now stop moping." He clapped Will on the back. "That's my job."

Will laughed. "Fair enough."

Henry got up, taking his bottle of water with him. "Gotta take a 'nother shot at sleep. G'night."

"Yeah, night. See you tomorrow."

Henry tossed a wave over his shoulder without looking back, leaving Will to his thoughts.


This was written with the assumption that Will lives at the Sanctuary, a fact I'm not so sure about. Unbeat'd, so any mistakes are my own. Reviews are appreciated.