Strange Business

Morgan had popped upstairs to his apartment briefly to grab himself a bite to eat, he buzzed around his small kitchen and whipped up an all organic peri peri chicken roll with some left over’s from the night before when the old man had popped in for a meal. He eat quickly, not wanting to leave his store unattended for to long and finished half of his meal by the time he managed to reach the bottom of the stairs separating his apartment and his store and he heard Fenrir whine softly and he peered in through the doorway that separated the stair way from his store and saw Fenrir put his head in his paws which was unusually docile behavior for him and that’s when Morgan noticed the boy and he would recognized that head of hair but he was not sure where from, but he could be wrong. He thought this teenager that had wandered into his store might be from his days of being in Beacon Hill’s High School but he was unsure and only time would tell. He sat down and observed the kid as he browsed the shelves with utter fascination and Morgan quickly devoured the remainder of his food whilst the kid was distracted and he noticed Fenrir had noticed his return and had regained some of his strength back and sat up and loomed in his typical protective alpha male protectiveness. Infact this type of looming from Fenrir would scream of something Derek Hale would do to anyone who knew Derek in his recent years.

This had Morgan curious as Fenrir was no ordaniry dog, he was supernatural in his own way. Mostly by having keener senses then most canines and being stronger and smarter, but nothing compared to a werewolf. It was mostly due to the bond shared between master and familiar, all though there was no Master and Slave sort of bond between himself and Fenrir as their bond was more like the kind one would see between family or pack. It was when Fenrir openly started to growl that he looked over the boy again and looked at the kids aura and noticed the emotional wounds and then noticed the similarities in Caelyn’s aura and yep the kid was a werewolf. No wonder Fenrir was growling. Still the kid was of no threat it would seem and his store was warded from evil and Fenrir was a worry wort. So Morgan picked up his plate and slid it on to a shelf under the counter to deal with later and he walked over to Fenrir and cuffed the back of Fenrir’s head which brought out an offended whine. Morgan then ignore any further behaviour from Morgan to focus on the kid and he approached said kid and cleared his throat and spoke in that lyrical accented voice of his.

“Can I help you find anything at all?”

Tag; Isaac Lahey
Words; 487
Notes; All is good and Morgan now knows X3

Morgan winched inwardly when he noticed how his words startled the kid and made him spin around as the bubble of being drawn into a world not of his own. Morgan watched him nearly drop a small onyx statuette of a deer and he thought how the majesticness of the doe fitted this boy in front of him. He could see how the boy was sensitive, innocent and vigilant in his aura. Morgan also saw the sorrow dwelling beneath those aquamarine eyes. He saw the surprise followed by guilt and the small amount of fear enter those sorrowful eyes. Morgan hated seeing fear on anyone and it should not even be on this boy.. no pup since he was a wolf. The werewolf pup as Morgan now mentally nicknamed him looked over at Morgan’s own features and Morgan saw the acknowledgement of a familiar face followed by a nervous look in the boys eyes. Morgan knew himself that the boy was familiar from some where in his past, he was sure it was some where in his high school days. The boy stock a step back which would have been unnoticeable to most but Morgan saw it and the fear in the boys eyes seemed to get stronger and slowly an image of a scared little boy stated to dance in out of his memory. Before Morgan could put al the pieces of the puzzle, he noticed the boy become even more afraid and he looked like a puppy backed into a corner as it was being punished and shown that it was unwelcome. Morgan gave the boy an apologetic look before he turned to Fenrir and dealt with the over protective familiar of his.

“Fenrir cut it out now and stop being an over protective sourwolf of a dog”


Morgan would give Fenrir a death glare that meant business and Fenrir paused and let out a plaintive whine and presumed to sulk, sitting on his haunches and he would resemble Derek Hale a bit with the way how sour he looked when he sulked. But he stopped growling ad being over protective so that was dealt with. Now Morgan needed to deal with the poor kid with the sorrowful eyes. Morgan turned and let his eyes follow the boys hand as he put the deer statue back as if he was a naughty child that had be caught and that’s when the puzzle pieces clicked into place. He remember a boy with curly blonde hair, cherubic features and the innocent doe like aquamarine eyes from when he was on the swim team in his senior year. Before him stood Isaac Lahey, the youngest son of his former coach. Morgan was most likely the only one who was nice to Isaac when his dad brought him to the swim meets or to trainer sessions. Morgan could not help himself he loved kids, he had a very paternal instinct in his bones and they ached as he looked at Isaac right now. Isaac looked more nervous and afraid when he hooked his hands through his belt loops and Morgan felt he should chase that fear away as much as he could. Morgan reached out and collected the deer statue before taking one of Isaac’s hands into his own and placing the statue in the open palm.

“here… take it as a gift of apology for Fenrir’s behaviour, I think it suits you…”


Morgan tilted his head when he heard Isaac say “No thanks, I was just...” before stopping in the middle of speaking and he looked like he had an idea of something to ask about. Morgan listened to him ask “Actually...I was wondering..do you, um...have those Ouija Boards?”. The boy looked so hesitant and more puzzle pieces clicked into place and Morgan got the feeling that Isaac had lost some one very recently and Morgan felt this pull to soothe the kid. Morgan reached up and stroked his chin as a pensive look crossed his face. He then smiled brightly at Isaac before speaking to him.

“I don’t actually stock those… but perhaps I can figure something else out to help you, perhaps you would like to have some tea and sit down and tell me what makes those soulful eyes of yours look so sad… its Isaac, right?”

Tag; Isaac Lahey
Words; 719
Notes; Its alright we all have lives and also Morgan remembers now!

Morgan frowned and stepped back when he noticed the signs of claustrophobia on Isaac, and it was clear the boy had trouble keeping eye contact. It seemed like he was staring down and yet at nowhere at all. The boy seemed fine before Morgan spoke to him but now it was another story. The signs of claustrophobia where noticed by Morgan on Isaac and Morgan frowned before stepping away giving the boy his deserved space. The boy looked flushed and maybe over heated when he swiped his brow with his hand to rid it of sweat. Morgan observed Isaac with a frown as he noticed the signs of an abused child as the boy glanced around at any where but at Morgan, but every now and then he glanced back at Morgan. The Sheriff had made sure to educate Morgan as a young teen when he came into the care of the Stilinski family. In those days Morgan was a naïve boy who spoke very little English and mostly speaked Gaelic with Claudia or Branwen acting as a translator to his quiet almost shy words. He got Isaac’s fear and he decided to do what he could to ease this boys fear and nervousness. So Morgan choose to use the time Isaac was distracted to let his will reach out into the air and manipulate the way the smells of the incense and tea affected Isaac. The scent would seem welcoming now and relaxing, it would also allow Isaac to think and feel lighter with a clear head. Morgan watched with a fond smile as Isaac took the figure of the deer which did suit innocent and sincere Isaac. Grace was not always something that involved physical ability, sometimes it was a sense of presence which Isaac had with the wolf bleeding into his aura as if to howl at the moon with honour filled with the song of the moon.
Morgan noticed the almost fond look Isaac gave Fenrir and he smiled. He decided to give Fenrir a look that said play nice before speaking again to Isaac.

“once Fenrir has calmed down he might let you pat him, although don’t treat him like a dog just give the respect as he thinks he is a wolf when he is not one”


Morgan noticed that Isaac’s crestfallen look when he mentioned that he had no Ouija Boards. The boy wolf frowned when Morgan offered him tea and to how he referred to Isaac’s eyes being sad and soulful. The confusion was clear on Isaac’s face when Morgan called Isaac by his name. This lead Morgan to glance at the image of Laura Hale on the wall, his best friend now gently resting the eternal slumber in the arms of the all father. He silent begged for Laura to give some guidance to help this poor kid with his woes. He looked back at Isaac spoke up timidly. “How do you...um..yeah, I guess I could drink a cup of tea” The confusion was replaced by curiosity as the boy slipped his hands into his pockets and grasped something with in and Morgan bet that he was clinging to the deer statuette like it was a life line. Morgan a genuinely bright smile at Isaac as he walked past Isaac with grace that no human had, his feet seemed almost to never touch the ground. He locked the door, by flipping the catch and flipped the sign to closed. He walked back past Isaac and looked over his shoulder and spoke to the boy in a calm and gentle tone.

“Alright follow me Isaac, we will go some where more peaceful”

Fenrir would leap up and walked side by side Morgan and if Isaac followed closing Fenrir would head butt his head in attempt to be friendly and apologetic, letting his intelligent knowing brown eyes gaze up at the poor boy. Morgan then would lead Isaac up the stairs to his simple yet stylish apartment. Fenrir would hop on to the nearby couch and sprawl out and give Isaac an expectant look as Morgan went in to the small kitchenette to put his kettle on.

Tag; Isaac Lahey
Words; 694
Notes; All is good ad glad I managed to get that post done!

Morgan sighed softly in relief when he noticed that his efforts to soothe Isaac worked. He hated to rely on magic but sometimes it was unavoidable when you were dealing with someone who was a werewolf and was grieving. He noticed how the kid’s breathing had slowed down to a normal rate and the kid seemed to be in a mellower mood. He smiled when Isaac breathed in deeply due to being feeling more at ease and his work was partially done. He still needed to help the boy with his troubles and broach the supernatural subject in hopes of getting answers. He noticed how the kid looked at Fenrir wearily and he mentally hoped Fenrir would stay calm and play nice. The kid seemed to look at Fenrir with a look of longing as if he wanted to just bury his fingers in the soft fur that belonged to Fenrir. Isaac seemed to drift off for a bit as if lost in memory and Morgan let the kid dwell on what was most likely a pleasant memory. The kid deserved some pleasant memories to dwell on based on how jumpy and depressed he looked.

Isaac seemed to be watching Morgan as he walked to the front door to lock up. Morgan noticed that the kid had locked up again briefly and Morgan offered a friendly smile to try to reassure the kid that he meant no harm. Morgan did not look back as he climbed the stairs but he heard the kid follow him slowly. As he entered his kitchenette, he saw the kid sit down on the sofa with Fenrir. However Fenrir seemed to other ideas then just lay there and be petted. In one quick motion Fenrir pounced playfully onto Isaac and slobbered all over the poor kids face before settling across Isaac’s lap, his tail going one hundred miles an hour with an almost human expression across his muzzle that screamed mischief. Morgan rolled his eyes and filled up a pot with boiling water and licorice tea bags to brew and he pulled out a mixture of sweet biscuits to go with it. He slipped it all on a tray with no sugar and milk as Licorice tea was served black with no sugar or milk as it was naturally sweet. He carried the tray out and placed it on the coffee table and eyed Fenrir with a not impressed look before sitting in an arm chair across from Isaac and Fenrir. He choose then to speak after picking up one of the two mugs and pouring tea into it once it was brewed enough and then pouring it into the second mug and placing it with in arms reach of Isaac.

“I suppose I should really start of by reintroducing myself, since you don’t seem to remember me… I am Morgan Stilinski, you most likely know my little brother… so how about you start off by telling me what has you so depressed?”

Tag; Isaac Lahey
Words; 498
Notes; Licorice tea is a mix of fennel, Aniseed and licorice root!