The Strength of the Wolf Is the Pack - Dira Sudis (PG-13)

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Fandom: TEEN WOLF/GENERATION KILL
Pairing: Boyd/Erica, Rudy Reyes/Pappy Patrick
Length: 9428 words
Author on LJ: dsudis
Author Website: AO3
Summary: "Uncle Rudy," Erica said. "It's me."

Why this must be read: Most Teen Wolf crossovers are written with Supernatural, which I can understand because it's a pretty easy jump to make. But I didn't want to go the easy route (plus, I've never read SPN fic), so I went with this story. I love Generation Kill so fucking much, and Rudy is such a great character so when I heard Erica's last name was Reyes, it immediately became my headcanon that they're somehow related.

Dira Sudis (as per usual) gets all the character's voices perfect, I love her Erica and Boyd and I love how she seamlessly inserts the guys from Generation Kill in the story. Even more so, I love the way she seamlessly puts the Marines in Beacon Hills. Teen Wolf/Generation Kill isn't really an obvious crossover choice, but it works, it works like burning! Also I am eagerly awaiting the sequel where the rest of Bravo 2 makes an appearance. Ray + Stiles = yes please.

Note: the story is written from Boyd's POV which makes it an excellent read for people who aren't familiar with Generation Kill because he doesn't know them either. :) Even if you don't know the show, I'd rec this fic for the excellent Erica/Boyd characterisation!



Boyd knew he should take the phone from her, should spare her uncle from this and convince her to do something else, but... he'd been following Erica all night. He had no idea what else to do, and Erica was already pressing the phone to her ear.

"Reyes," the voice on the other end said, small and flat through the phone but stern enough to make Boyd take notice.

"Uncle Rudy," Erica said. "It's me, I...."

After a second of silence, Rudy said more gently, "Erica, mija."

Suddenly there were tears streaming down Erica's face.

Boyd stepped in, closing his arms around her, heedless of the blood covering them both. Erica curled down into his arms as her uncle said, "Where are you? I'll come get you."

"Highway 3, north of Trinity Lake," Erica said, her voice shaking horribly. "Uncle Rudy...."

"It'll take at least an hour for me to get there," Rudy said. "Are you safe right now? If you're not safe where you are, you need to call the highway patrol. I'll come pick you up from them."

"I can wait," Erica said. "Please. Just hurry."

"For you, always," Rudy said. "I'll call when I'm close, mija. You need to save your phone battery. Sit tight."

"I will," Erica whispered, and then the call was cut off.

She shivered in his arms for a moment, then steadied. Boyd loosened his hold on her.

"Erica," he said hesitantly, "are you sure--"

"We need to head north along the road," Erica said, turning and setting out at a steady jog that was the best pace they could keep up with their injuries. "We'll meet him sooner that way."

So, yes, apparently she was sure. She might be wrong--she might be disastrously, lethally wrong--but she was sure. Boyd didn't have anything better than that to offer, and he sure as hell wasn't going to stay behind.



The Strenght of the Wolf is the Pack