peter & cora } { of accidents and healing

[impetere]

Cora: [is trying to be positive but it's getting harder the longer the evening wears on. she makes it through the send off dinner without focusing on it too much but once they're alone in her room it's all too obviously staring her in the face]

Stiles: [and he's going to look over at her, seeing it clear as day] I wish I could make the night last longer.

Cora: [looks over with a sad smile] I'll be fine. I'll just miss you.

Stiles: I do get vacations off. So I'll be back. And I have to log miles anyway with the jet to keep up my proficiency so I have reasons for flying into town for an overnight.

Cora: I know. This just seems a lot more final than before. You're a lot further away.

Stiles: But not as far as last time.

Cora: And not as far as you may be one day,

Stiles: [goes to take her hand, pulling her to the bed] Please don't do this. You want me to go, or you don't want me to go.

Cora: [she sighs as she goes to him] I'm not trying to do anything. I want you to go. I'm just going to miss you.

Stiles: I'm going to miss you too. But I'm not going off to war or another planet. I'm going to be just a few hours away with my own flight transportation that is very fast and will get me back here if you need me.

Cora: I know. I do.

Stiles: And I'm sure you can come visit me if you really need to see me.

Cora: That might be a little harder. It'll depend what's going on with my pack. You know how Beacon Hills is.

Stiles: Bring them with you. Scott would come.

Cora: Yeah, I'm sure Isaac will be thrilled with that prospect.

Stiles: You can leave Isaac behind. [smirks]

Cora: Its an all or nothing kind of deal with a pack you know.

Stiles: I'm getting that. You know he's not going to take well to me.

Cora: I don't think that's a future thing. That's more of a now thing.

Stiles: I hope so. I don't want you to have to choose.

Cora: There isn't a choice. There's Isaac learning to deal and you making me happy.

Stiles: Okay.

Cora: Its not personal against you. He probably would have been like this with whoever it was that came after him.

Stiles: We need to get him a girlfriend then.

Cora: Do you know any smart, pretty, patient girls who can make surly pants come out of his shell?

Stiles: No, not really.

Cora: Then we'll have to put a pin in that for now. [leans in to kiss him] And I don't really want to talk about Isaac right now anyway.

Stiles: [kisses her back] Good, because I may be bi, but he's so not my type.

Cora: I should be the only type you have right now.

Stiles: Oh, you're totally my type right now.

Cora: Good. [and there's lots more kissing]

Stiles: [and a whole lot of stripping]

Cora: [and a lot of touching and sexiness]

Stiles: [so much sexiness.]

Cora: [until they're both exhausted and she's curling up into him, nosing against his pillow] Hopefully it'll smell like you for a while.

Stiles: I could mail you sweatshirts every week.

Cora: You would do that for me?

Stiles: Sure. As long as, you know, you send the unscented ones back.

Cora: I can do that.

Stiles: I will try to keep any puke off them then.

Cora: [laughs] I appreciate that.

Stiles: I think I need something of you to take with me too.

Cora: What'd you have in mind?

Stiles: I dunno. [running his finger along her arm]

Cora: [smirks as she watches him] You're going to have to be more specific.

Stiles: I just want something I can hold at night and think of you. I don't have the scent ability thing you got.

Cora: No. But I'm assuming its not as easy as a picture.

Stiles: [looks around her bed] And not a stuffed animal. I don't need to be ribbed for having a plushie.

Cora: You could take my pillow.

Stiles: No, I’m weird. I have to have my pillow. The only time I can sleep when I'm without it is when I'm here. Probably because you exhaust me and I pass out.

Cora: Well you won't fit in my shirts.

Stiles: Could always take one of your panties.

Cora: [eyebrow raise] Really?

Stiles: Yeah. Think about you in them when I'm all alone.

Cora: Will you have any privacy?

Stiles: Yeah, we each get our own room.

Cora: If that's really what you want.

Stiles: It was an idea. I don't know, really.

Cora: Maybe we can just try different things and see?

Stiles: Send me little presents with the sweatshirts.

Cora: I think I can do that.

Stiles: There, problem solved.

Cora: Good. [and she'll lean in to kiss him again]

Stiles: [and he will kiss her again, his hands running along her arms gently as they kiss]

Cora: [she curls up in his arms and continues to kiss him lazily, not pushing for round two necessarily, but just wanting to be close to him]

Stiles: [same with him, and he will be nice and comfy and may drift off a bit in his kissing - completely relaxed and at ease with her]

Cora: [and eventually she'll do the same, passing out more from being worn out than anything else, even though she's struggling to stay awake so she can stick with him]

Stiles: [he will moan happily in his sleep, curling more into her to hold her]

Cora: [curls closer and eventually sleep will claim her as well]

Stiles: [and when he wakes up, he will go to wake her up with a kiss. Probably around 4am]

Cora: [wrinkles her nose a bit as she slowly kisses him back] What is it?

Stiles: Good morning beautiful.

Cora: Morning already?

Stiles: Well, four in the morning, but still morning.

Cora: [grumbles] Too early.

Stiles: I ship out in four.

Cora: [sighs as she rolls over and open her eyes] Definitely too early.

Stiles: Okay, then I'll just lay here and watch you sleep instead of making love to you one last time.

Cora: [sighs as she leans in to rest her forehead against his] I don't know if I'll ever be ready for you to go.

Stiles: I know, but you have to let me or I may not be able to go either.

Cora: [she nods, before leaning in to kiss him again] I know. And I know you'll love it.

Stiles: Maybe we can make me a fully functional X-Wing in the near future.

Cora: Maybe. You never know.

Stiles: I will keep dreaming big.

Cora: Good.

Stiles: But for now, I'm going to focus on what I can hold right now.

Cora: What's that?

Stiles: You.

Cora: [smiles softly] Well, I'm here.

Stiles: And I am holding you.

Cora: But are you focusing?

Stiles: I can be. [his finger going to tilt her head] You plan on staying awake?

Cora: I think I can handle it.

Stiles: [leans down to kiss her]

Cora: [kisses him back, curling closer into his arms]

Stiles: [and since he knows she will take over when they get going, he's going to roll on top of her now and get some time now being the dominant one]

Cora: [she might let him this time because she knows it's going to be a while before they get to do it again and right now she just wants him surrounding her]

Stiles: [and he is going to spend the last few hours he has making sweet, sweet love to his girlfriend.]

Cora: [which she will lose herself in until he absolutely has to go]

Stiles: [yup. His Dad is driving him to the airport so he'll be there until Sheriff shows up to drive stiles back to Ft. Irwin to get his plane to fly to Houston]

Cora: [and she will walk him to the door to say goodbye and then be sad on the couch for a little bit]

Scott: [and he will come to be with her because he's also sad Stiles is gone. not in the same way, but in the bff way]

Cora: [they will be sad and snuggle together]

Scott: [and he will pet his alpha and try to make her feel better]

Cora: [she appreciates it, Scott, and she'll try and do the same for him]

Stiles: [and he will be off to NASA, where they are going to work him to death every day and he will be happy but exhausted]

Cora: [and she will text him often to make sure he's okay and he's happy]

Stiles: [And he is. Mostly. misses her but happy.]

Cora: [she misses him too. and she's keeping herself busy]

Stiles: [and because the dice hate him... there is going to be the day where Sheriff will call her because there has been an accident]

Cora: [is coming off a late shift at the bar and frowns when she answers her phone] Hello?

Sheriff: Cora, it's um... Stiles' dad.

Cora: Hey, Sheriff. Everything okay?

Sheriff: No, not really. You may want to sit down.

Cora: [goes to her car and sits] Is it Stiles?

Sheriff: Yes. There was an accident this afternoon at the base.

Cora: How bad?

Sheriff: I'm flying out to Houston tonight. It's not as bad as it could have been since he ejected out before the jet crashed, but he hit the canyon on the way down and landed hard.

Cora: Call me after you see him?

Sheriff: I will. Do me a favor and tell Scott? I don't have time for two calls and I figured you could make sure he doesn't flip out or try to drive to Texas.

Cora: Yeah, I can do that.

Sheriff: Thanks sweetie. I'll be in touch.

Cora: Okay. [and she will hang up and take a few deep breaths as she tries not to freak out]

Scott: [and he is home, playing with the puppy]

Cora: [and she makes her way home, giving a small smile when she sees him] Hey.

Scott: Hey! You're late.

Cora: Yeah, I got a little held up after shift. [she goes to sit next to him, trying to figure out how best to say this but she needs to just spit it out] And the sheriff called.

Scott: What did you do?

Cora: It wasn't something I did. [there's a beat] It was about Stiles.

Scott: Stiles? What happened to Stiles?

Cora: There was an accident at the air base. He was going to call me when there was more information.

Scott: We should go there. He needs us.

Cora: [she shakes her head] The sheriff said we should wait.

Scott: But it's Stiles.

Cora: I know. But this isn't our call to make.

Scott: We're not kids. We can make our own choices now, Cora.

Cora: That's not why it's not our call. We don't know what security is like on the base, and they might not even let us in. The sheriff will let us know when it's okay to go.

Scott: [whimpers] That's not fair.

Cora: I know it's not fair. But these are human rules. Not pack rules.

Scott: [just sighs, absently rubbing the puppy]

Cora: I don't like it any more than you do.

Scott: Do you know any of his squad mates? Maybe someone can feed us more info?

Cora: [she shakes her head] He didn't tell me much.

Scott: [is frustrated and really, really wants to just get in a car and GO]

Cora: [she knows. she's feeling it too, but her hand reaches out and rests on his shoulder gently] He'll be okay.

Scott: He better, or I’m going to kill him.

Cora: [smirks and pulls him into her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders]

Scott: [yeah, he'll cling to her a bit]

Cora: [she's clinging right back and they'll just sit there waiting for the call from the sheriff]

Sheriff: [and around noon the next day that call will come]

Cora: [picks up her phone immediately] How is he?

Sheriff: Drugged up to his eyeballs.

Cora: But he'll be okay?

Sheriff: Yes, but he's going to be on medical leave for a while. The video from his wingman's jet showed him hitting the canyon three times. He dislocated his shoulder and broke his collar bone on one of them. There's a bunch of cuts and bruises, and one of his eyes was scratched badly but otherwise he is okay.

Cora: Can me and Scott come see him?

Sheriff: Yeah, you can. He doesn't want to have surgery on it because it would boot him out of the program, so he's going to be in the VA rehab center for the next three months. He's allowed to have visitors.

Cora: Okay. I'll talk to Scott and see when we can swing it.

Sheriff: I'm trying to see if I can get him transferred to a local facility. They are looking for beds so I may be able to bring him closer.

Cora: Okay. Let me know. Right now we'll try to work on getting out there, but if you find out your bringing him here, we can wait.

Sheriff: I should know in the next day or so. [there was a groan behind him] He's waking up. Want to talk to him?

Cora: Yeah, please.

Stiles: [and he gets the phone and is slurring because drugs are good] Hewwo?

Cora: Hey, sweetie. How're you feeling?

Stiles: Like I hit a canyon wall three times.

Cora: That's no good. Are you in a lot of pain?

Stiles: Nope. Morphine drip.

Cora: That's better. Have you been getting a lot of rest?

Stiles: Uh huh.

Cora: Good. Your dad said he might try to get you transferred home so I'll be seeing you soon, okay.

Stiles: But I have class in the morning... can't come home.

Cora: No, you're on medical leave. You gotta get better first.

Stiles: I'm fine. I can shake it off.

Cora: That's the drugs lying to you, sweetie.

Stiles: I can't miss class or I'll get scrubbed...

Cora: I think they're excusing you. Think of it like a doctor's note.

Stiles: But I like my classes.

Sheriff: [in the background] Stiles, stop pouting.

Cora: I know. But you gotta get better first.

Stiles: [whimpering like a sad puppy. a sad, drugged puppy]

Cora: But in the meantime, you get to see me for a bit.

Stiles: .... I do?

Cora: Yeah. Because they're going to take care of you in Beacon Hills.

Stiles: But NASA isn't in Beacon Hills...

Cora: No, but a really good hospital is.

Stiles: But I don't wanna be in a hospital.

Cora: Then how are you going to get better?

Stiles: Magic.

Cora: [and that makes her smile] I don't think we know that kind of magic.

Stiles: You need to learn. Go to wizarding school.

Cora: I'll work on that.

Stiles: You can send me love letters by owl. [totally got a morphine hit]

Cora: We'll see. I gotta get in first.

Stiles: Your smart. You can do anything you want.

Cora: I appreciate the vote of confidence.

Sheriff: [reaching for the phone] Let me talk to Cora...

Stiles: No, she's my girlfriend.

Cora: It's okay, Stiles. Let me talk to your dad for a bit.

Stiles: Why?

Cora: Because he might have to tell me something important. He'll give you right back when he's done.

Stiles: Oh, okay.

Sheriff: [sighs] He's probably going to pass out before I give the phone back. But the VA Center in Santa Clarita can take him. It's the first town out of Beacon County towards LA.

Cora: Perfect. So we'll stay here and see him when he gets here.

Sheriff: We'll see you in a day or two. [looks back and the bed] Yup, he's out on morphine.

Cora: [she laughs] Tell him I said goodbye and to get better.

Sheriff: I will. I'll have him call once he's settled in.

Cora: Okay. See you soon, Sheriff.

Stiles: [and more like three days later he's checked into the rehab facility, weaned off the morphine for another pain killer, and calls]

Cora: [picks up a couple rings in] Hello?

Stiles: So are you a wizard yet?

Cora: [she smirks] Not yet. Rejected for lack of talent.

Stiles: Too bad.

Cora: Yeah. But you're sounding a little less stoned.

Stiles: Yeah, no more morphine for me. I'm on Percocet now.

Cora: Are you still feeling okay?

Stiles: I can kinda feel it when I try to move it. I'm not supposed to move it though.

Cora: Then stop trying to move it.

Stiles: Easy for you to say.

Cora: Mmmm. [a beat] So do you think you'll be allowed visiting hours soon?

Stiles: Actually, I'm allowed to put names on the list for visitors. You have to schedule time since it's considered a military facility.

Cora: I'll see what I can do then. See that you're okay for myself.

Stiles: Should I put anyone else down beyond you and Scott?

Cora: Is there anyone else you want to come see you?

Stiles: No, I'm good with just you two.

Cora: Okay. So I'll try and come see you soon.

Stiles: Well, my schedule is pretty open.

Cora: I just have to make it work with mine.

Stiles: I'll be waiting.

Cora: Just focus on getting better, okay? I want to be able to kiss you when I see you.

Stiles: Yes ma'am.

Cora: [the words are right there, on the tip of her tongue, but she swallows them down for now, not really thinking that over the phone is the time] I'll see you soon.

Stiles: See you soon.

Cora: Bye. [And she'll hang up to let Scott know and make her appointment with the center]

Stiles: [and the center will be very happy he has company because OMG Stiles stop talking to us we have jobs to do]

Cora: [poor people. its for the best]

Stiles: [and they will have him in a wheelchair by the television for the day that Cora comes to visit]

Cora: [and she will make her way up behind him and very gently lean in to kiss his cheek] Hey you.

Stiles: You better be my girlfriend or she is going to get upset when she gets here.

Cora: [tips her head forward to look at him] I am, in fact, your girlfriend.

Stiles: Good. [bright grin. He's totally wearing a pirate patch over his eye]

Cora: [grins back before she leans in to kiss him] How you feeling?

Stiles: Stiff and sore. You can't see it but I'm bruised up now pretty well under these fashionable sweats.

Cora: Poor baby. But bruises heal eventually.

Stiles: Yeah. It's the shoulder and eye that they are worried about.

Cora: I'm sure you'll be fine.

Stiles: I hope so. If I lose my eyesight, I'm out.

Cora: You'll be fine.

Stiles: I hope so. Otherwise I will need to consider a career in piracy. Would you still be with me if I was a pirate?

Cora: So long as I don't have to live on the boat. I get motion sick.

Stiles: Oh yeah, I remember that. Nope, you'll just have to be the girl in my port.

Cora: So long as I'm your only girl in port.

Stiles: Of course.

Cora: Good. [she leans in to kiss him again] I missed you.

Stiles: I missed you too. [kisses her back]

Cora: There somewhere quieter we can go? [so they're not talking about everything in public]

Stiles: You can wheel me outside to the walking path.

Cora: Wanna go for a walk?

Stiles: I'm supposed to stay off my feet.

Cora: Wanna go for a ride, then?

Stiles: I'll go where you push. [grins]

Cora: [laughs before turning to guide him towards the walking path]

Stiles: [leans back, looking up at her] So how did you get off work?

Cora: I got Erica to switch shifts with me at the bar. I'm working doubles for the next two days, but it's worth it.

Stiles: I'll do my best then not to fall asleep on you to maximize your time.

Cora: If you need to rest it's okay. I'm just glad I get to see you.

Stiles: It's more the drugs than my body. Or maybe both. I don't know.

Cora: Healing takes time and energy. When Peter was recuperating after the fire he used to sleep all the time.

Stiles: I don't like sleeping all the time. I lose track of what day it is.

Cora: I know. But it'll even out once you get better.

Stiles: I hope so.

Cora: [she finds a bench outside before going to sit next to him] If I could curl up and sleep with you, I would.

Stiles: I think they frown upon that here.

Cora: Which is lame.

Stiles: Plus I can’t wrap my arm around you at night.

Cora: All the more reason for you to rest up and get better.

Stiles: That's a good incentive.

Cora: I thought you might like that. [takes his hand gently]

Stiles: [and he will squeeze. She will feel that he was in a lot of pain that the drugs was keeping him from feeling]

Cora: [and she will pull on that pain, to try and at least help his body a little bit] You okay here by yourself?

Stiles: [he moans softly, feeling better] It's alright. I get unlimited ice cream.

Cora: Definitely doesn't suck.

Stiles: [looks over at her] If I had known holding your hand would make me tingle, I would have done it a lot more.

Cora: [she laughs] This isn't the first time I've done this for you.

Stiles: What? When was the first time?

Cora: We were eleven. When you hurt your elbow at Chuckie Cheese?

Stiles: [blinks] That was you?

Cora: [she nods] It's a werewolf thing.

Stiles: One day you need to give me the Werewolf player's guide so I know what to expect.

Cora: I will do that. Especially if you're going to be sticking around for a while.

Stiles: Three months.

Cora: I meant more in the general sense. Sticking with me.

Stiles: That's definitely a longer period.

Cora: Good. Because I'm really loving this. Whether you're far away or not.

Stiles: [he looked up at her, smiling] Loving it?

Cora: [she smiles back before nodding] Yeah.

Stiles: I like the sound of that.

Cora: I'd hoped you'd say that.

Stiles: So, about this loving topic...

Cora: What about it?

Stiles: It just the situation, or....

Cora: I love you, Stiles.

Stiles: [and he just grins] I think my drugs are making me hear things....

Cora: Want me to say it again when you're sober?

Stiles: I think I need to hear it every day. Just to be sure.

Cora: I think that can be arranged. Can you get texts here?

Stiles: Yup. Dad got me a new cell phone and transferred my number over.

Cora: Then we can definitely make that work. [and she's going to try not to seem nervous about the fact that he hasn't said it back yet]

Stiles: Good. Because I've been wanting to say that to you for a while but didn't want to jump the gun.

Cora: Yeah?

Stiles: Of course.

Cora: It's not always an obvious thing, you know. Especially when you're so far away. And technically you still haven't said it yet.

Stiles: Okay. Lean closer.

Cora: [does as asked and leans in]

Stiles: I love you. [and he will lean up to kiss her]

Cora: [kisses him back, her mouth turning up at the edges with a smile] I love you too.

Stiles: Good to know we're in agreement then. [and he's going to keep kissing her]

Cora: [yes, good, she's definitely missed kissing him a lot]

Stiles: [and he is fine kissing her, but he's going to relax back into his chair because it's stressing his shoulder a bit]

Cora: [that's fine, she'll pull back eventually and resettle next to him] I'll try and get here as often as I can.

Stiles: Thanks. Some of the guys here are odd.

Cora: Odd how?

Stiles: Talking to themselves and seeing things.

Cora: Traumatic brain injury?

Stiles: Yeah. It is a rehab after all for all kinds of injuries.

Cora: [she nods] That's common for that and PTSD.

Stiles: Yeah. They're worried about brain stuff for me because my helmet cracked. But I assured them I'm always like this.

Cora: [she laughs] You should still make sure they're thorough with that anyway.

Stiles: Yeah. I know. My dad is all over that because of everything that happened with mom.

Cora: [she nods] That's good.

Stiles: I really don't want to ever end up like that.

Cora: Then you gotta make sure you protect your head. And therapy probably wouldn't hurt.

Stiles: [sighs] I know, I know.

Cora: [she brushes a hand over the top of his head] I think you'll be fine.

Stiles: Me too. I have you also to keep me company.

Cora: As much as I can, yeah.

Stiles: You're always with me, Cora.

Cora: Oh yeah?

Stiles: Yup. In my heart.

Cora: [awww] Me too.

Stiles: I love you.

Cora: I love you too.

Stiles: I wish I had a private bedroom without security cameras...

Cora: [she laughs] Consider that incentive for you to get better.

Stiles: Oh, I will.

Cora: Good.

Stiles: [and he's about to talk more when a nurse approaches] Visiting time is up.

Cora: [glances over and her face falls, before she nods] Guess it's time for me to say goodbye.

Stiles: Too soon.

Cora: I'll be back soon. [leans in to kiss him]

Stiles: [kisses her back] When are you coming again?

Cora: I gotta check my schedule but I'll let you know.

Stiles: Okay. Then one more for the injured soldier who will wait for your return?

Cora: [smirks as she leans in to kiss him again and nods] Bye, Stiles.

Stiles: Bye Cora. I love you.

Cora: I love you too. [and with that, she'll head out to head back to the loft]

Stiles: [and he will watch her go, and the nurse will wheel him back to his room, talking about how cute his girlfriend is and how they look really nice together]