Not the Best of Ideas

Who: Dean and Kathy the radio talkshow host
Where: On the radio
When: Night

Dean didn't often listen to the radio, but he'd got up to check his email and he was trying to catch up on what was going on at the same time, which had meant tuning in to some local station over the net whilst he did other things. He hadn't expected the phone in, but it had caught his attention and he'd listened - and he'd heard the phonecall from whoever the hell it had been - some mother or something raging about werewolves and the school trip. She'd still been ranting when Dean had picked up the phone, furious with some of the things he'd been hearing. Really, he hadn't though it through, at all - because he hadn't actually clued into the fact that as a phone in session, he could end up on air - which was exactly what happened to him as soon as he'd told the poor girl that had picked up the phone on the other end that it was all bullshit.

"Really? You're on the air with WMQT," The woman said, Kathy, the regular dj for the evening. "Please keep your language to on air standards, but please! Tell us why you think so!" she said, sounding a little surprised, but intrigued.

Dean heard the words 'on air' and misstepped a little, some of his initial anger going and being replaced by nerves. "Er, cos..." He swallowed and thought about Oz lying outside his bedroom door right now, about how it wasn't fair that he would get blamed for what happened when it wasn't his fault. And god, how if people did blame it on werewolves, then wasn't there just a handy one in the area who'd been trying to get up to the hospital all that time. "I was there, it wasn't werewolves, it couldn't have been werewolves - it wasn't a full moon was it? that's tonight, so it couldn't have been," he babbled, throwing that out there.

"Some people are arguing that it might not be the only night they can transform." Kathy said, playing devil's advocate. "How much does anyone know about them, really? How much of what they said was true? But you say you were there. Could you tell us what really happened?" she asked.

"It wasn't werewolves, I know that much," Dean said, not willing to say what he thought it was. He started to pace, trying to keep near the window, away from the doors, keeping his voice lowered, though not whispering. He didn't want people coming in, though if Oz was awake, there was nothing he could do that stop him hearing. "And that last caller? That woman - she was lying. None of the guys ended up in the hospital. I don't know who she was, but she was lying."

"So no one was hurt? Is there a cover up going on? Or sensationalization? Is anything they've reported true?" Kathy asked. "What's your take on all of this?" she continued. "And we've got a whole lot of lights brightening up the board here! Everyone's got an opinion!"

"I never said nobody was hurt, people were hurt." Dean was starting to realise that this was a really bad idea. He was wondering what the hell he thought he was doing. He'd been so pissed off that they were blaming werewolves that he'd just acted without thinking about it, but now, here, talking to this strange woman, that anger was being replaced with a cold realisation that people were listening to this. And to the fact that he had a really, really recognisable accent around here. He stopped talking, shutting up and leaning back against the cold window. He looked at the phone for a moment, and then clicked the off button, hanging up. Maybe nobody had heard that - he could get lucky, right?