peter & cora } { of giving the bite and gender identity crises

[impetere]

Stiles: [and he will come over to their house once he's done spending time with his dad.] Hope you weren't waiting on me for dinner.

Cora: [she shakes her head] I'm not really hungry.

Stiles: Well, I tried not to eat too much. I mean, in case you know, it's not good on my stomach.

Peter: My carpet appreciates that. [sipping his wine]

Cora: [she nods, rubbing her hands on her thighs] Still sure you wanna do this?

Stiles: Yeah. [smiles] I'm not going to lie, I'm nervous as all hell. But I want to be with you, and this will make sure we can really be together.

Cora: Okay. [sighs and holds out her hands to him] Give me your arm. This is going to hurt.

Stiles: What, we're not going to get me drunk first? [holds out his arm]

Cora: [shakes her head] That will really make you sick. [and she'll take a deep breath before baring her teeth and biting down into the meat of his arm]

Peter: [and he has shifted without making a sound, his hands on Stiles' shoulders to keep him steady]

Stiles: [and he will grit his teeth, grunting and trying not to scream. Military training and all]

Cora: [and she will pull back once it's done and wait. wait for it to heal or for him to start spewing black blood]

Stiles: [and he will look at his arm and blink because] Oh yeah…I forgot about that... [and he's going to pass out because blood]

Cora: [and she will reach out to catch him and resettle him on the couch, but it doesn't seem like he's healing which makes her worry]

Peter: [and he will look at the wound] It does sometimes take awhile to heal. It took Scott overnight.

Cora: [she nods, sitting next to him and just settling in to wait]

Peter: [and he will dress Stiles' wound and then sit beside her, being the strong presence]

Stiles: [and he will wake up after awhile, groaning and rubbing at his eyes] I passed out, didn't I?

Cora: [she nods, giving him a small smile] How do you feel?

Stiles: My arm still hurts, but otherwise I feel fine.

Cora: [frowns, and then looks up at Peter]

Peter: Do the lights in the room seem brighter to you?

Stiles: [shakes his head] No.

Cora: Any weird smells?

Stiles: No.

Peter: Do you hear the buzzing of the electronics in the room?

Stiles: No more than usual.

Cora: But you feel ... fine?

Stiles: Yeah. Why, do I not look fine?

Cora: No, you do but ... usually you either get better or you get worse. You don't ... stay the same.

Stiles: So this is bad?

Peter: No, it's curious.

Cora: Yeah. It's weird.

Peter: But not unprecedented. Usually it only happens when someone is a creature already.

Cora: But he's human?

Stiles: Yeah, since the day I was born.

Peter: Maybe not fully.

Cora: But wouldn't he smell it?

Peter: Not necessarily. We didn't know Lydia was a banshee until after she was bitten and her powers came active.

Cora: ... So you think he might be a banshee? I thought they were all women?

Peter: Most of the time, but not always. There are rare instances of men who have the gene. Though they are more of a carrier than active. But that is just one option.

Cora: Is there any way we can test for this?

Stiles: Something that doesn't involving me walking around in the woods naked for a few days preferably.

Cora: [looks at Peter because ?????]

Peter: I'll do some research. See what I can find. [puts a hand on Cora's shoulder] He's not rejecting it. Focus on that right now.

Cora: [nods and sighs, trying not to worry even though she really wants to worry]

Stiles: So if I'm not rejecting it, and not turning... what does that mean. I'm immune?

Cora: Hopefully?

Peter: Like I said, I will do some research. See what I can find and if Dr. Deaton knows of anything. Until then, you may want to stay close to each other. Even immune, he's marked as a part of the pack now.

Cora: [she nods] We can stay at my place tonight.

Stiles: [nods] Yeah. Maybe get some ice for my arm?

Cora: [she nods] Yeah, there are probably some ice packs in the fridge at home. Unless you need us to stay for anything?

Peter: No, go. I'm just going to be doing boring research.

Cora: Okay. [and off they go to head back to the loft]

Stiles: [and he's going to be quiet on the way back, cradling his arm to his chest]

Cora: [and once they're inside, she'll go to grab him an ice pack to put on his arm]

Stiles: [and after a bit] You don't think that maybe I've got that weird DNA code where I'm both a boy and girl and that's why I could maybe be a banshee? [because yes that is where his brain is going]

Cora: [glances over at him and raises an eyebrow] You've had now many medical tests since you were a kid? I think they would have noticed that by now.

Stiles: I don't think that's something they would look for without a reason to.

Cora: Stiles, you were on the short list for a space shuttle. I think they would have been pretty thorough.

Stiles: Would you still love me if I was really a girl?

Cora: [sighs because he's being ridiculous] Yes, of course.

Stiles: [THESE ARE IMPORTANT QUESTIONS CORA] Good. We can be lesbians together.

Cora: [shakes her head] I think the pain is going to your head.

Stiles: You think the pain is causing my gender identity crisis?

Cora: I think you're jumping to extreme conclusions on very little information.

Stiles: Hi, have you met me??

Cora: Yes. And I love you. But you're being more extreme than usual.

Stiles: I'm sorry, but I just went from being human to thinking I was becoming a werewolf to I'm something else entirely and we have no idea what? I think I'm allowed a bit of extremity here

Cora: Okay, okay. [and she'll gently pull him closer so that they can curl up together and he can rest his head on her chest as they lay back on the couch] I'm sorry.

Stiles: [which he will do, holding the ice pack to his arm] I'm sorry too. I'm just freaking out right now.

Cora: I know. I'm worried too.

Stiles: And I don't want to be one of those lizard people...

Cora: I promise you are not a lizard person.

Stiles: Let me guess, I don't smell like a lizard.

Cora: You don't. And they present differently. There's still a reaction.

Stiles: But you would know by now if it was rejecting it, right?

Cora: Yeah, we would. That happens a lot faster.

Stiles: So that's one good thing. We know I'm not dying.

Cora: We do know that, yes.

Stiles: Good.

Cora: So yeah. Once Peter figures out what the situation is, we'll be okay.

Stiles: Are we going to have to test my dad to see if he isn't human either?

Cora: No.

Stiles: Why not?

Cora: Because I don't think it's on his side.

Stiles: You think... [lifts his head] Mom?

Cora: I think if it's banshee-related, it's probably from her side of the family.

Stiles: Do they have banshees in Poland?

Cora: They have banshees everywhere.

Stiles: Well, yeah but I thought they are Celtic origin things.

Cora: That's where they got famous but they come in all shapes, sizes and colors. The only really big consistency is that they're all women.

Stiles: Peter said there are extremely rare instances of men.

Cora: Yeah, but they're not the same. They don't have any actual powers they just carry the gene. Kinda like Typhoid Mary but with genetics.

Stiles: That's a fun analogy. We're not planning on having kids, right? [he's not serious]

Cora: [squints at him]

Stiles: [shakes his head and just buries his face in her chest]

Cora: [tips forward and presses a kiss to the top of his head] It'll be okay.

Stiles: I'm scared. I wasn't scared about being a werewolf nearly as much as I am now.

Cora: I know. But we'll figure it out, okay? And no matter what, you still have me.

Stiles: [nods against her chest] Just don't tell anyone about my fainting, ok?

Cora: I promise. Your secret's safe with me.

Stiles: [and he will just snuggle into her more, exhausted]

Cora: [and she will run her fingers through his hair because he's had a long day]

Stiles: [and that will soothe him enough that he will fall into a light sleep]

Cora: [and she'll doze off with him until someone decides to wake them]

Scott: [and he will come home after a bit because he wanted to check on Stiles because it's his bff after all. But he will see them sleeping on the couch and will try and be quiet to head up to his room]

Cora: [it's Scott's scent, she won't wake up for that unless he engages her directly]

Scott: [no, but he is going to trip on his way up the stairs, catching himself but still making a good amount of noise]

Stiles: [and he will jerk awake, looking for the danger]

Cora: [which will wake her up as well] You okay?

Scott: Yep. Sorry, my bad.

Cora: Don't worry about it. We probably shouldn't be sleeping on the couch.

Stiles: Yeah, probably my fault anyway.

Scott: You guys doing okay? I mean, did it go well?

Cora: Well, he's not dying. But he's not a werewolf either.

Scott: Wait... what?

Stiles: [sits up and looks at his arm where the bite isn't even healing and the skin is bruising] That's going to leave a scar though.

Cora: Peter thinks he may be immune somehow.

Scott: Seriously?

Stiles: Seriously.

Scott: Sure the military didn't do experiments on you, making you immune?

Stiles: .... I didn't think of that.

Cora: ... I didn't either.

Stiles: But they don't do that kind of stuff without permission, right?

Scott: I don't know. You're the one in the military, not me.

Cora: Did you have any lost time?

Stiles: No. Not that I remember.

Scott: But the point is that he wouldn't remember.

Cora: I think he would notice if he had a lot of time missing though. It would take them a while to mess with his genetic code like that.

Stiles: I really hope I'm not a Hulk. Or Winter Soldier.

Cora: Me too.

Stiles: Now Steve Rogers I can do. I'd be a kickass Captain America.

Scott: Yeah, but you'd know if you had that.

Cora: That's true. He kinda signed up for it.

Scott: And you haven't been in space so it's not like you have an Alien in you.

Stiles: Ew, no.

Cora: [wrinkles her nose] Gross.

Scott: So what's Peter's theory? [because Peter always has a theory]

Cora: He thinks he might be a carrier for the banshee gene.

Scott: But banshees are girls.

Stiles: [holds out his hands to Scott in the SEE?!?!? motion]

Cora: Yes, but banshees might not give birth to a girl. So the gene's gotta go somewhere.

Scott: [looks at Stiles, and then laughs] Dude.

Stiles: [GLARE]

Cora: What? It's genetics.

Scott: You do realize what's going to happen when the others find out?

Cora: What?

Scott: Isaac is going to never let it go.

Cora: That he didn't become a wolf?

Scott: That he has a banshee gene that normally goes to girls. He already calls him Princess behind his back.

Stiles: [groans] Let's not tell him then.

Cora: What Stiles said. Just say that we don't know, because we don't.

Stiles: Not until Peter does his research.

Scott: It won't come from me. [it totally will because he will tell Kira and they are horrible at secrets]

Cora: Thank you. [well, they tried.]

Stiles: I just better not wake up to find all my clothes turned into dresses

Cora: No.

Stiles: I mean, I do have good legs and all, but no, I don't want to shave.

Scott: Okay, and with that freaky image in my head, I'm going to bed

Cora: [shakes her head, before taking Stiles' hand] C'mon. We should do the same.

Scott: And to think, I always wanted a sister.

Stiles: Okay, that's it. [and he is going to get up to try and chase Scott]

Cora: [sighs and just ... lets them get it out of their system]

Stiles: [and he will not be able to catch Scott but there will be a lot of threats and door pounding and Scott laughing]

Cora: [makes her way upstairs and crosses her arms as she leans in her doorway] Are you done?

Stiles: [panting, muttering under his breath] Yeah.

Cora: [holds out a hand to him] C'mon. Let's go to sleep.

Stiles: [sighs and hits Scott's door one last time, and then winces because ow his arm is hurting again] I'm going to get him back for that.

Cora: I know you will.

Stiles: I also think I need to rewrap my arm

Cora: I'll get the first aid kit.

Stiles: I'll get changed while you do that.

Cora: [nods and heads to the bathroom to get what she needs and returning to the bedroom]

Stiles: [and he is halfway changed, in just his boxers]

Cora: [and she'll just place it down on the bed as she goes to get ready himself]

Stiles: [and he will take off the old dressing, looking at the mess of bruises but the bite itself] Is it just me, or does that look like it's healing faster than normal. Not like at your speed, but still...?

Cora: [wrinkles her nose a bit] I'm a really bad gauge for non shapeshifter healing.

Stiles: I'll look at it again tomorrow. [and he will start wrapping it back up]

Cora: [and she'll slide into bed and wait for him to join her]

Stiles: [and he will, going to curl up on his side a moment looking at her] Are you ok?

Cora: [small smile as she curls in to face him] Yeah, I'm fine. Why?

Stiles: I just wanted to make sure you're not disappointed or anything.

Cora: You're not dying. That's all that I wanted out of this.

Stiles: Nope. No dying. Very confused and still having a gender identity crisis, but no dying. [smiles and leans in to kiss her]

Cora: [smirks as she kisses him back, bring one hand up to brush against his cheek]

Stiles: I love you.

Cora: I love you too.

Stiles: [and he will snuggle up with her and fall asleep again because he is still exhausted]

Cora: [and she will curl up with him and off to sleep she goes]