work_inprogress | Is it gone, tell me what went wrong / 'Cause baby I'm not that strong

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Is it gone, tell me what went wrong / 'Cause baby I'm not that strong

It wasn't that Peter wanted to leave Scott behind, by any means, but he'd rushed back in there and the Alpha twins--who'd flipped sides just like he'd said they would--were right behind them and Cora had already stopped breathing once. So, he snarled at Isaac who could see the twins behind them and knew, if nothing else, he had a duty to his pack--of which Peter and Cora were a major part.

He floored it.

The epinephrine had burned off a little too fast, which had been embarrassing, but the adrenaline was still pumping--possibly the only thing keeping him upright, honestly. That and needing to take care of his pack...Cora hadn't regained consciousness, and he could only hope someone had found Derek.

Isaac didn't know where Scott was, didn't know if he'd gotten out, and he was shaking, but he got them back to the loft safely. Sure, the pack knew where it was, but they knew where all of them lived and where else were they going to go? Better somewhere they could sort of defend. They didn't have Ms. Blake, anyway, so why would they come after them?

When they got to the loft, Peter got Cora out of the car, lifting her with a pained wince, but when Isaac tried to take her, he snarled at the boy until he ran ahead, getting doors instead, letting them all into the loft and skidding to a bit of a halt at finding Lydia and Hayley sitting there.

Peter noticed the girls, but didn't process, moving across to get Cora on the table, somewhere they could work on her more easily than the sofa. After he got her there, he just leaned against it, head hanging down, breathing a little too hard.

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"I think it's just trying to deal with the adrenaline crash first," he tried to reassure her, though, really...it was the first time he'd been hurt since coming back. Maybe he didn't heal as easily anymore.

That was a disturbing thought.

Hayley blinked and stared. "...Oh. That's,..a neat trick?"

"What if you have internal bleeding?" Lydia demanded, stepping back to state at him again.

Cora looked briefly amused by Hayley's reaction. "Yeah. From my understanding, Derek killed him and buried him but somehow Peter used Lydia who then used Derek to bring him back."

"I'm pretty sure based on that glorious color spectrum, something's bleeding," Peter said dryly. "But it will heal."

It had to.

Part of Hayley wanted to ask why Derek had killed a family member, but she bit that back, not sure she wanted to know. So, she went with the Lydua angle. "She does seem...pretty devoted to him, I guess..."

Lydia shot him a look at the dry tone before turning away abruptly with a huff, closing her eyes briefly as she tried to regain control of her emotions. She was going to blame it on the headache and the pills as well as just generally being scared for him.

Cora nodded, still watching. "Mates usually are."

He reached out for her with his right arm, tugging her into him more. "Come here..."

One eyebrow arched, but Hayley just nodded a little, remembering Peter and Derek's conversation when they'd discovered Lydia there. "I've heard that. I guess I'm just not used to seeing it."

Lydia allowed him to tug her back against him as she closed her eyes with a little sigh.

"I did, a long time ago." Cora muttered softly.

"I'm going to be okay," he told her quietly, lifting her hand to his lips to press a kiss to it. "I promise." His lips curved in a little smile. "And see--I came back, just like I promised."

Hayley frowned a bit, glancing down, then back at the girl. "Your family...?"

Lydia gave him a bit of a look when he told her that he was going to be okay but she was certainly breathing easier knowing that he was okay for the moment. "I know." She leaned up finally to kiss him. "Thank you for keeping your promise."

Cora paused, tilting her head. "How much has Derek told you about our family?"

Peter kissed her softly, fingers stroking lightly over her cheek. "I will always come back to you."

Even death wouldn't stop that, but he didn't say that right now.

Hayley shook her head a little. "Not a whole lot. That there was a fire and that they died."

Lydia's eyes drifted closed as he promised her again that he would always come back to her. For a girl who was constantly left aside and more alone than people realized, she shivered at the vow while it moved her more than she could show. Leaning up into him, she kissed him back again.

"It was hunters." Cora replied evenly though it was an effort. "They set fire to our house with everyone trapped inside, adults and children. Peter, Derek and our sister Laura escaped." Clearly she had too.

He didn't know just how tight their bond was, but he knew it was enough to transcend death once. It undoubtedly would do it again. His fingers tangled lightly in her hair, massaging more than pulling, and he nipped lightly at her lower lip. "I am kind of dying for a shower. Do you want to join me?"

Hayley paled a little her heartbeat speeding up in a flare of fear. Hunters that went after werewolves weren't really something she was used to and she'd failed to put actual realization of just...what the Argents were. "Why..? Why would anyone do that?"

Lydia didn't know how strong their connection was either or how it would work for them in the future but she nodded as she tried to focus on the future. "Sure." She nipped back. "If only to make sure you don't pass out in the shower."

"Because the woman who did it was a psycho." Cora was glad that Kate Argent was dead and she wasn't going to apologize for that. If she had been able to, she would have killed the bitch herself.

He smiled a little. "I'm not the one with a head injury," he reminded her, though the room did tilt a little when he stood. "...Maybe we'll keep each other upright..." But he needed to get blood--his and others' off of him, even if he didn't really have anything clean to change into.

Hayley was still worried, heart still racing. "But they're out there, now. With that girl and her father. What if they betray them? Hurt them?"

"I'm not the one with possible internal bleeding." She countered as she stepped back, still watching him closely as he stood up. "That sounds like a good idea."

"The guy won't and I don't think the girl will either." Cora shook her head. "Derek says he has honor, that he's helped them in the past."

He sighed. "Point, I suppose." Fuck, everything hurt, but he wasn't going to tell her that. He put a brave face on it and didn't wince all that much as he led her back out into the hall and toward the guest bathroom.

Hayley shivered a little. "Elijah trusted them enough to tell them about me, but..." She still looked scared.

Except Lydia was rather good at reading people and she could see the way he was favoring his side even if he was trying to hide it from her. It was more of the macho bullshit she was too familiar with but she let it go. Really, it would just be easier to keep an eye on him and help if he needed it.

Following him into the bathroom, she arched a brow. "Need help with your pants?"

"They're not going to do anything." Cora replied with a shake of her head. "You're safe from them. We all are."

He wouldn't be surprised she saw through it, but not calling him on it helped his wounded pride. He gave her a bit of a smirk and glanced down at his ridiculously tight jeans. "I might..." Not really, but he wasn't an idiot. A pretty girl asked you if you needed help getting your pants off...you let her take your pants off of you.

Hayley nodded, worrying at her lower lip, but she had to take Cora's word for it. More worrying wouldn't help anything.

The corners of Lydia's mouth twitched as she saw the look on his face when she offered to help with his jeans as she knew, once again, jut where his mind had gone. Stepping closer to him, she started on getting them undone before hooking her thumbs inside the waistband so she could start pulling them down along with his underwear.

"Seriously, there is no reason to worry." Cora laid back on her bed. "Plus it's not like Elijah would let them hurt you, right?"

Peter's mind had gone there, but his body, for once, wasn't following up. A little flare of pleasure still danced along his spine as she got his jeans and underwear over his hips and they slid down his legs, but it was a candle flicker as opposed to the raging fire she usually inspired with just a smile.

Still, his own was warm as he reached to unfasten and undo her skirt, pushing it down and tugging at her panties.

Hayley moved further into the girl's room, to the window where she could look out. "It's not me I'm worried about."

Which...color her shocked about that.

For once, she wasn't bothered by the fact that there was no flare of need or more as she knew he wasn't in the right mood or shape for it. Her head was still spinning somewhat, after all. From getting hit in the head and from the pills they had given her.

Still there was a hum of heat as he peeled her skirt off and then tugged on her panties to take them off as well. Knowing he couldn't lift his arms that high then, she peeled his shirt off over her head, setting it aside before working on her bra.

Cora watched Hayley as she moved to the window, tilting her head slightly. "Worried about Klaus?"

That hum of heat was always going to be there for him for her. No way he knew for it not to be, but he was pretty sure they'd both all and kill themselves if they tried anything in the shower. Still, he ducked his head to kiss her when she'd gotten the rest off her clothes off, before moving to turn the shower on, getting the water right before holding out his hand to help her in.

Hayley shook her head a little, then shrugged. "Klaus can take care of himself." Except who knew what the fuck a druid could do? "I'm worried about Derek."

After returning the kiss, she waited for him to turn on the shower before taking his hand and following him in. Allowing him to slide under the spray first, she pulled the curtain closed and then let out a sigh of pleasure as the heat of the water and the steam billowed over her.

Cora nodded, looking away. "I am too but not from the hunters."

As light headed as he suspected they both were, the steam probably wasn't as helpful as it could have been, but fuck it felt good. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back and let the water wash over him, rinsing away sweat and a bit more blood than he'd necessarily realized. A hiss escaped as it hit a few cuts and scrapes, and when he glanced down he realized he was a bit more bruised than he'd thought, too, elsewhere than his ribs.

"I really don't like those twins," he muttered, reaching for the soap.

"From the Darach?" Hayley asked, glancing back at Cora.

Lydia was noticing those same bruises and cuts, her fingers brushing over his chest. "You should have healed more by now."

A shadow passed over Cora's face as her gaze flickered down. "That and the Nemeton isn't really a good place for Derek. It holds some bad memories."

He tried to shake away the concern, shrugging a little. "There was a reason I haven't been fighting with the boys before tonight. Not just because I thought it foolish"

Hayley frowned, looking at Cora, head tilted, concern there. "What do you mean?"

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