Destined Fur More

The Shaggy Dog Makes Great Sammiches

(A/N: THIS IS FOR YOU, HAYLOUIE20... (The update, not the pointless a/n below.)

Eh-em. ANYWAY. I really don't care to write an entire week of bonding time between Teague and Fisher. So… Let's just skip to the day before ComicCon. Summary of events: Teague has had quite a few 'seizures' (I dunno what to call them yet and any suggestions would get you a free hug, and I know you would love that because you have no friends or really any physical human contact because you smell so bad), but now he's getting used to it. No, he doesn't know he's half animal. Yes, Graham knew all along.

Now you get to imagine a really cheesy friend montage playing in your head, feel free to use YouTube if you want, and just put Fisher&Teague in the places where people's heads usually go, okay? I might eventually write this part, I just figured you guys want to get to The Gathering (this just seems like it should have really dramatic music with it, so…. youtube.com/watch?v=y8Kyi0WNg40 BAM.) I just figured you guys would wanna get The Gathering youtube.com/watch?v=y8Kyi0WNg40 before, I don't know… The Apocalypse? Not to mention that if I stretch out this one day any longer, I will lose sight of anything I had remotely planned for the future of this story.

Schnitzelover OUT.)

The Gathering (youtube.com/watch?v=y8Kyi0WNg40) was only a day away, and I was less than prepared. But I suppose you're never prepared for finding out you're not human, and neither are twenty million other people on the earth. Teague had yet to find out he fit into this population.

When I'd asked Graham if we should tell Teague, he immediately gave me a death glare and spat "no" right in my face. Literally. I had to wipe it off. I asked him why he was so against it, and he replied:

"Fisher, it's a parent's job to tell their children. They may tell them from childhood or the day the shift, but it is their right to tell. Don't ask any more questions."

I simply glared at him as he walked off, but my laser beams of despise didn't seem to have affected Graham. One thing was for sure; I was losing my touch. Or maybe Cracker was getting thicker armor. Either way, I wasn't happy with it.

There must be family issues with Teague, because he was still here. Our trip to town was pretty much us stopping off at this adorable café called 'Mequssuk', which Teague told me meant 'Shaggy Dog' in English.

~!SURPRISE FLASHBACK!~

This newly discovered secret about Teague was followed by me asked about 4,560 questions about Inuit words. He also began calling me 'Tuuluuwaq', refusing to translate what it meant with a wicked, boy-ish smirk that he knew made him look awesomely adorable.

I shot them annoyed glares at those who arched their eyes in surprise at us.

"So, what do you call grizzly bears?" I had asked with earnest, knowing Graham probably wouldn't appreciate it, and took a bite of my sandwich.

Teague cast me a quizzical look, but answered in the middle of slurping up his noodles. "Taqukaq."

"What about…"

Teague laughed, shaking his head at me. "I'm pretty sure we've gone through the entire Inuit language, Tuuluuwaq."

I glared, sipping on my soda and sure it made my eyes less threatening. "Not that one."

He shook his head, again. "Yeah, well, I reserve the right to not answer every single, little question that pops into your little brain." Teague retorted, rolling his eyes.