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Peter knew the pack was attempting to save someone's life, but someone else's life had been in jeopardy who he cared about a lot more than some random teacher. He'd been hanging out in the corner of Cora's room, watching her and Derek, waiting for her to wake up. When he noted Derek's eyes drooping, he said he was going to get them coffee and would be right back.

Moving through the halls, he avoided the nurses's station, not wanting a run in with Melissa McCall. He did the same on the way back and was almost back to the room when he heard a scream that ricocheted through him, plucking hard at his eardrums, though not close enough to drop him to the ground.

He did drop the coffee, though, because he knew that scream. He'd heard it in his dreams, elicited it from her more than once last year.

Lydia.

Ignoring the splash of the hot coffee on the floor and not bothering to return to Derek and Cora, Peter took off at a run. He heard his name distantly shouted, but he didn't stop for it. He didn't stop for anything.

When he hit the school, he closed his eyes and felt for her, feeling the edges of her mind, seeing what she saw. He'd gone to school here; he knew it well, and the images he got from her helped him pinpoint her location. Students, parents and teachers were spilling out of the auditorium doors, though, screaming in a way that made him grateful he even could feel her--that she was still alive.

The crowd made going in problematic, so he went around, twisting toward the hall of classrooms where she was. Scanning rooms as he went by, he caught sight of something that about made his heart stop: Lydia, tied to a chair, a garrotte around her neck, and some woman moving toward the fallen sheriff. He couldn't see Lydia moving, didn't know if she was all right, but there was blood in the air--hers, Scott's, Sheriff Stilinski's.

Peter's eyes glowed blue and his claws and fangs extended as he growled. With a running leap he threw himself through the windows, knocking into the woman and sending her farther away from Lydia. He snarled, almost fully wolfed out, noting the others at the door. He wanted the woman, wanted her blood, but how much and how hard depending on how hurt Lydia was, so he spun to her, moving to kneel in front of her chair, senses trained on the woman for any sudden moves.

By the time he reached Lydia, his features were normal again, though his eyes were still glowing bright blue and the claws of his right hand were still extended. He slashed through the bindings holding her, careful not to nick her skin, then reached to pluck the garrotte away, eyeing the marks on her throat with a fury that had him growling again.

Another crash from behind him startled him enough to look and see the girl and the sheriff disappear. Whatever. He had her scent. He could hunt her down. His attention focused back on Lydia.

"Are you badly hurt?" She obviously wasn't all right, but he needed the physical damage report first.

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Peter wasn't nuts about leaving Cora, honestly, but he wasn't going to deny Lydia what she wanted, either. He helped her get her things together and fretted about her walking to the car, which, at least, he had driven there earlier when Cora had been admitted.

"Just a minute," he said, moving away from Lydia's bed, back to Cora's. He brushed his fingers lightly through Cora's hair and looked down at Derek, an apology actually in his eyes for a moment. "I need to take care of Lydia. Call me if there's any change or you need anything." It wasn't really a choice, not like it might be for someone not them. Wasn't a "girlfriend or family" situation. He'd chosen Lydia as his mate, claimed her and made her his and that made her pack, made her family, as much as blood. Their girls needed to be looked after, but needed separate things. Derek would stand watch over one, he over the other, and they would both hope Scott kept Isaac safe.

Lydia felt somewhat guilty about taking Peter away from his family but she didn't want to stay in the hospital. Clearly people weren't safe there, weren't really safe anywhere, but the only place she had even the vaguest feeling of being safe was Peter's.

Derek understood it as well, glancing up to see the apology in Peter's eyes as he nodded. "I know." He murmured. "And I will."

Standing near the door, Lydia waited as Peter said goodbye to the other two. When he finally made his way back, she smiled faintly and moved to leave the room, following him. Then she reached for his arm, holding on as she still felt a bit weak.

Peter smiled faintly at Derek, dropped a kiss on Cora's forehead and whispered for her to fight and get better. Then he moved to Lydia, letting her hold on to him as they moved through the hospital and out to the parking lot. Unlocking the door, he helped her into the car and moved to the driver's side.

"Is there anything you need we should stop and get?" Since she didn't have a bag with her this time.

"No." Lydia shook her head as she shifted in the passenger seat, putting on her seat belt. "We can get my prescription in the morning."

"All right." The percocet the doctor had given her would hold her for the night, especially given he could pull out any excess pain that bothered her. "Straight home, then."

He kept an eye on her as he drove, but stayed mostly quiet. He wanted to check in on the boys, as well, perhaps let Hayley know so the vampires could perhaps lend a hand in the search for Stiles's father.

Lydia was quiet as she looked out the window to the night around them. Briefly she wondered if she could help, if she could use whatever this banshee power was, but she didn't know how and she knew Peter wouldn't go for it. Not with her being injured and nearly killed.

Then she looked over at him. "How do you think it's going?"

He shook his head a little, fingers drumming on the steering wheel. "I don't know. No news is...just no news right now. Not tragic--we'd have heard if anyone had died. But not good, either. We'd also have heard if they found the sheriff."

He frowned. "I don't know that Hayley knows anything beyond Cora's injury. We should call her. If we can work with the Alphas who killed one of our own, surely we can ask the vampires for help? We know they're at least nominally on our side."

Lydia nodded her head a bit. "They're fast too, maybe they can cover more ground than we can." Since Scott would be distracted by Stiles and trying to keep an eye on the twins.

Peter nodded. "They definitely can. I mean, we're fast but they move like...speed of light fast. More durable, too."

He pulled into the garage under his building, frowning a little.

Lydia glanced sideways at him then. "You're not looking to become one of them, are you?"

Immortality was fucking tempting, but he just gave her a wry smile. "I don't think it works that way for wolves."

He got out of the car, moving around to get her door.

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"I hope not." She knew immortality was tempting for him. Anyone who would do the things he did to get resurrected would be interested in such things, of course, but that also meant not being able to do a lot of things you'd normally want to.

Waiting till he opened her door, she got out and stood to lean back against the car as her head still ached despite him taking some pain. "I really need to take those pills."

He didn't have a problem with vampirism in principle, but now wasn't really the time to say that. It wasn't something he was sure could work, and he had no desire to be a guinea pig.

Nodding at her comment, he moved to wrap his arm around her, then picked her back up gently and headed for the elevator. "We'll get you some water first thing upstairs."

Blinking as he suddenly picked her up, she chuckled with a small smirk. "You know I can still walk, right?" She arched a brow at him.

"I know, but you're also dizzy and your balance is off and it's not like it's difficult to carry you." He gave her a light kiss. "Hit the elevator button for me, though?"

"So you're intending to carry me right to your bed, aren't you?" She asked with a knowing look before reaching over to press the elevator button for him.

"That is the plan, yes," he said with a nod, stepping on the elevator when the doors opened, and letting her hit the button for his floor. "Get you into something comfy, in bed, with water and painkillers and sleep." To be awoken every two hours the rest of the night.

Really, she was expecting him to keep waking her up in the middle of the night for the next few days because of his paranoia that she might lapse into a coma.

"I don't have any pajamas here. Just one of your shirts." That she had claimed.

It was good she had reasonable expectations of how things were going to go, then. But he smiled at the comment. "I like you in my shirts..."

Especially when she left her scent all over it. He did not at all curl up with it close when she wasn't there. Really.

Which was fine because she hadn't stolen one of his shirts to wear at home when she wasn't with him. Just so she could keep his scent with her. No, really, she hadn't.

She smiled faintly, leaning her head against his shoulder as he carried her to his place.

He got them both in the apartment and, true to his promise, carried her to the bed, setting her down on it and then getting her the T-shirt she liked to wear. Letting her do what she needed, he went to get her a bottle of water from the fridge, bringing it back so she could take her pills, while fishing out his phone.

"I'm just going to call Hayley..."

:Lydia was amused when he actually carried her right to the bed, depositing her right in the middle as though he worried she would get up unless he did exactly that. It was sweet though and she couldn't recall the last time anyone had taken such meticulous care of her before.

She did have to stand up long enough to strip though and she did that slowly as he got her some water so she could take her pills. Which she did after getting his shirt on, nodding as she sat on the edge of the bed. "Okay."

Once the pills were swallowed, she moved to her side of the bed, crawling under the blankets as she listened for him.

He knew she had to stand to change, but him helping with that probably would have hindered more than actually helped, so he let her do it herself, though he was pleased she was back on the bed quickly. He brushed his fingers through her hair and pressed a kiss to her forehead before stepping out to the living room to make the call. He didn't close the door or anything, wasn't trying to make her not hear--just to make her not have to if she didn't want to.

Hayley answered at once, and Peter ran through the evening's happenings pretty quickly. She'd known Derek was at the hospital with Cora, of course, and was concerned about Lydia. Less so about the darach, honestly, as her focus was mostly on the pack, but knowing the twins were with Isaac made her more fretful (he was part of Derek's pack, after all), and she promised to send reinforcements for the search.

When he'd finished the phone call, he snagged himself a soda with caffeine and moved back to the bedroom, stripping down to boxers and t-shirt before stretching out on the bed next to her. "How are you feeling?"

"I don't know." She admitted as she looked up at him, looking soft and troubled all at the same time. "Physically, my throat hurts and my head is killing me but I think the pills are starting to kick in."

"Mentally, I don't know. It doesn't feel real." She frowned a little more. "I think I'm relieved to know what's happening to me but..." She was scared too. She wasn't just a human but she had no real idea what being a banshee meant.

"Emotionally?" She looked at him. "I really thought I was going to die tonight...and all I could think about was you. That I needed to her to you." She wet her lips. "And I thought if I screamed, you'd hear me."

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He shivered a little at the reminder of how close he'd come to losing her and reached to pull her into his arms. Outside, a crack of thunder made him flinch, just at the sudden loud noise, but he tightened his arms around her even more, fingers going to her hair.

"And I did. I heard you. I got there as quickly as I could..." Which, all in all, had been pretty damn quick. He turned to nuzzle at her temple. "I thought I was going to lose you."