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AU with drawnhere - After the fire

[Peter only half focuses on the fear he feels from Jordan. His mate has a dangerous job, sometimes he gets scared and Peter learned to ignore these for the sake of his leftover sanity. Though this time it goes on and gets more intense, it isn't just a scare. It's more than that.

The wolf swallows and moves from the couch to quickly get his clothes, just to check out what can it be. And then he feels his whole body burning.

Burning.

Peter's knees almost give out at the overwhelming sensation and it takes him a second to realize it's not him. It's Jordan. He hesitates before he finally moves again, because if this means what he thinks it does, he's not sure if he's ready. But his body practically moves without his will and he's out of the house in no time.

As Peter runs he tries to cling to what he can feel through the bond, just to lose it. For a second. There is nothing there... and Peter feels his mind shutting down. He's only half aware that he's running and the next thing he knows he's opening the door of Derek's loft with too much force. Peter barely knows why he's actually here, but then he spots Jordan and he's wondering if this is real of not.]

Jordan..?

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You're just like before. [Peter mutters thoughtfully. It was like the flames didn't even damage Jordan, but they did. He died and the more Peter thinks about it the more upset he gets.

At Jordan's touch he takes his hand and squeezes it maybe a bit too tight, but Peter doesn't care. He wants to really know that his mate is fine. Because right now it's all a mess.] Anything could have happened and they wouldn't tell me. [Even if he can tell that Scott and Derek weren't trying to hurt or claim Jordan, they were taking care of him and yet, it still included keeping him away from his mate and Peter can't help to be pissed about it.]

I will. I won't let you go, you know that? You better prepare and stay with me for a while. [Peter breathes and lifts his mate's hand to his lips to kiss him. Yes, he's not going to let Jordan out of the house for god knows how long. Or if he does, then definitely not alone.

They arrive not long later and Peter's knees are still weak and his limbs are still shaking as he takes Jordan's hand again, leading him back into the house.]

I think so. I haven't looked to see if all my scars are the same. [Peter's grip is a little too much but he can live with it. It reminds him he's alive after all.]

You might want to try and earn their trust. [He makes the suggestion partially as a joke. He knows Peter doesn't care about trust. He especially doesn't care about the other packs trust.] I would've called for you. I wouldn't let them keep me from you.

I'll talk to my boss later so he knows. [He knows Peter will need time together and he's fine with that. He needs it too, time away from work to figure out what he is.]

We will check. [Peter nods, opening the door. He vaguely remembers he didn't bother to lock it as he was rushing out to meet Jordan, to see if he's alive or dead and he just realized that he might have found his mate dead and burned and all his air escapes him.]

I'm actually making attempts, but they never know what's good for them. [Not really, but details. Peter knows trust is dangerous... Yet, he also admits it can be extremely useful. It's why packs are strong. But there are other ways for that.] What if you couldn't call me?

Later. [Peter nods, reaching for Jordan to pull him close, kissing him again. Yes, his lips are warm and Peter can feel him through their clothes and his scent is actually stronger now, but the smoke is still there.] Let's get you out of these clothes.

[Being home with Peter makes Jordan feel safe at last. It's a little foolish to think nothing can hurt them here but it's home.]

They wouldn't keep me from calling you. They wouldn't. [He would tell Peter to stop being paranoid but right now he wouldn't. This isn't the time to argue with him.] I'm here now.

That sounds like a great idea. [He takes a hold of Peter's hips and guides him towards their bedroom and the shower. He refuses to shower alone. He wants Peter with him.] I want to wear something of yours after.

[Peter isn't exactly sure they would have let Jordan to call him. They don't trust him, and with a reason, they knew he isn't stable, especially when his mate is in danger, Derek must know that. But he really doesn't want to argue, when Jordan is with him and alive.]

Yes, let's do that. [He nods with a low growl. Dressing Jordan in his clothes might help them both to calm down in various ways. Peter walks with Jordan to the bathroom, not letting him go, wanting to feel him under his fingers and close to his body.] And I make something to eat, or do you want take-out? What do you want? [He asks as he's tugging at Jordan's clothes. The urge to provide to him getting more intense.]

Make something. I'm not really in the mood for strangers coming around. [He's reassured by Peter's presence and the familiar surroundings. He doesn't want unknown people coming to bother them. It's just them tonight.

He takes his clothes off and all traces of ash are gone but of course the scent of smoke still lingers. He'll need a nice long showers to get rid of it.] I think it should just be you and me. Okay?

As you wish. [Peter actually smiles a little. He doesn't want anyone near the house, or near Jordan for that matter either. And he will always can make something from the leftovers in the fridge.

As Jordan undresses Peter starts the water and sets the temperature before he takes off his clothes too.] Of course. No one else, just you and me. [And with that he takes his mate's hand, already looking if his body's the same. Peter pulls him under the water, a hand slipping on his chest to feel his heartbeat again. It's a little alarmed, but it's there. It's alive.] You're still so beautiful.

[In the shower Jordan curls up against Peter, resting his head against his chest. The water is nice but Peter's presence is better. He never wants to go through this experience again. He never wants to face fire like that again.]

Aren't you lucky that didn't change? [It might be easier to handle if he can joke about it but he doubts it.]

[Peter holds Jordan tight for long seconds, slipping his hand on the back of his head and tilts his head to kiss him again. He's trying to calm his mate down, because he knows how it is. He knows... Jordan might not have to go through that painfully slow healing, but the fact that he got burned alive is still there. And Peter will never forget that.]

How lucky I am indeed, I can still call you babyface. [Peter smiles, though it's not a happy one. He reaches for the shampoo to first wash Jordan's hair, where the smoke's scent is still awfully strong.] But even if you changed it wouldn't make a difference, you know that?

[The most healing thing he's felt is Peter taking care of him. Jordan closes his eyes and lets Peter take care of him. It makes him feel alive, cared for and whole.]

I know. I know you love me. [Right now, he's so grateful for it. Going through this alone would be the worst feeling in the world.] I'm so sorry you had to feel that, what happened to me. I'm so sorry.

I do. [Peter whispers as he's massaging Jordan's scalp as he's washing his hair. His fingers might tremble a little and he wonders if it will ever stop. If he will ever truly believe that he got Jordan back in his arms and it's not just his mind playing games on him.]

No, Jordan. [He frowns then a bit angrily, cupping the man's nape to make him look at him. ] Don't you dare to apologize for this. It wasn't your fault and honestly... I'd never accept any apology or excuse for this from anyone, because there is none.

But it hurt you. [Jordan knows that what he felt, Peter felt too and it had to be like the Hale fire all over again.] I hate that you went through it too. I didn't want you to ever remember those feelings again.

[Even though he was the one to go through it, he wants to protect Peter from it. He can see how it has hurt Peter.] Are you okay?

[Peter frowns, looking at Jordan. He wouldn't accept this from anyone else, only from his mate and maybe Derek. Because it's actually painful to even think of the fire. It only fueled his rage, because it was just so weak and pathetic to think of anything else. Of the pain and the loneliness and that buzzing that's in his head every since.] Don't say that, stop it. You got burned to death, don't- don't think about anything else.

Let's get you clean and stuffed and I'll be. [He nods, suddenly feeling a little twitchy as he's rinsing Jordan's hair.] Everything will be fine. [He adds, not sure if entirely for Jordan.]

I don't want to think about it. [He really doesn't but it's hard to think of anything else. He just survived that and it's so hard to forget. Jordan closes his eyes and rests his forehead on Peter's chest.] I really wish I could forget about it.

We can lie around in bed after this and do nothing but take care of each other. [Because he's going to take care of him. Peter needs it as much as Jordan does.]

[Peter closes his eyes and holds Jordan close.] I know. [He repeats, stroking the back of his mate.] I'll make you forget about it. [At least Jordan isn't forced to think about it day and night unable to do anything else and if Peter is thankful for anything, it's that. Jordan still has a chance to make it through, unlike him.]

Let's do that. [Peter nods taking the shower gel to wash through the rest of Jordan's body for any kind of leftover ash or smoke or bad memories and pain. They really need this and Peter is awfully aware just how much they really do. He was never this dependent on anyone and no one was this dependent on him... it's scary, but it's still the safest he felt in a long, long time.]

I know. [Even if Peter can't completely erase what happened to him, Peter can distract him and take care of him and make it easier to live with what happened to him. He just needs time to come to terms with it all and have breaks where he thinks only of Peter.]

You take such good care of me. [He hopes the scent of smoke and fire has gone away now. He wants to smell like Peter, like home and safety. He wants to smell like himself.] What would I do without you?

You'd probably still be amazing. [Peter smiles a little as he's stroking Jordan's shoulder. He's clean now. Of course there is still a faint scent of smoke, but Peter knows it will linger for days. As a reminder to both of them and he's alright with it. As long as he can hold Jordan's hand and listen to his heartbeat during that time.]

And have mediocre sex. [He jokes a little as he stops the water to dry them up.] You're really not hungry, Jordan?

I'm not yet. I think I'm still in shock a little bit. [He really doesn't feel like eating anything. He'd rather curl up and sleep. If Peter would join him in bed, it would be perfect.] If you want to make something while I take a nap that'd be okay.

[He would like some sleep. Being burned alive really took it out of him.]

How about... [Peter starts softly, toweling Jordan's hair.] I give you a shirt and you lay down, while I make sure you have something to eat when you get hungry? And then I'll join you. [He mutters, leaning over to nuzzle at Jordan and kiss his lips. Finally, his scent is back and his skin is alive and he's with Peter and the wolf just buries his face into his neck. Maybe they both are still in shock.]

That sounds perfect. [Jordan wraps his arms around Peter and presses close. He wants Peter's scent on him instead of smoke and ash.] Don't take too long, okay? I don't need anything fancy to eat. I just need you.

[Sleeping with Peter would be better but he could wait until his mate returned to him in bed.]

[Peter smiles just a little, holding onto Jordan.] Don't worry, I won't. But I really can't rest until I know all your needs will be satisfied. [He sighs and leads them to the bedroom to dress them both up. Of course he wants to lay down and cuddle up with his mate desperately, but making food, or feeding his mate is actually just reassuring that they are alive. Food is connected to being alive and while Peter is slightly embarrassed of this, he really can't rest until he knows that there is something edible waiting for Jordan. Something that he made even. If he could he'd go and hunt some rabbit or deer, but of course he can stop his instincts there.]

Just rest and I'll come back soon. [Peter assures once again, kissing Jordan before he attempts to get to the kitchen and make some salad from the leftovers and vegetables.]

[Peter's shirt is a little wider in the shoulders than his but it's exactly what he needs right now. When he curls up in bed he has Peter's scent surrounding him and their scent from the bed. He's safe and home, surrounded by familiar sights and scents.

He falls into an exhausted sleep in seconds, needing it after the emotional and physical turmoil of coming back from the dead. His body instinctively curls towards Peter's side of the bed, seeking out his mate.]

[Peter actually keeps listening to Jordan's heartbeat even from the kitchen. It's like he's afraid of letting it go and maybe waking up from a dream into a nightmare which happened to him so many times before.

He makes some pasta salad, throwing out stuff that's close to expiring. Which is silly, yes, taken the circumstances, but he can not have spoiled food around.

After Peter's sure that they have food for later he goes back to his mate, as he promised. He wonders how he would have bolted just a few weeks ago, but right now it's almost agony to see Jordan in that bed alone, almost disappearing in his shirt even. He's not small, but he looks small right now and Peter's heart is breaking. He's slowly sliding into bed next to Jordan, just moving close and watching him, he doubts he'll be able to sleep for a while. ]

[Jordan stirs when Peter joins him in bed, just enough to realize it's him. He smiles sleepily and inches closer until he's pressed against Peter's chest. He puts an arm over him, clutches the back of his shirt and makes sure they're tangled together.

He'll sleep easier now. He knows that if Peter's near he's safe. Peter wouldn't let anything hurt him. Whatever he is, at least he'll have Peter.]

[Peter holds Jordan tight, making him sure that he feels safe, because that's what his mate needs. They both do. He wishes he could sleep, but his mind is too riled up, his limbs are ready to pounce. But he tries to focus on Jordan's hands and his breath against him. The guy who can't be damaged by flames. Peter feels a kind of irony here, but he tries not to think too much about it.]

AU with drawnhere - After the fire

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