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It was happening again.

She could see the blood bath happening over again. Faces she had known and come to love, being ripped apart by faceless werewolves in the darkness. She couldn't move fast enough to save them. If only she could move faster.

She felt like her feet were in molasses. She was barely moving, and the nameless faceless wolves were ripping her family to shreds. She watched them fall one by one, their blood pooling together on the road in front of her until she felt she was drowning in it. All she could do was run towards them, but it wasn't enough. She wouldn't be able to save them. Not that time. Nor this time. The crimson liquid rose as more faces of those she loved were ripped to shreds, including those who hadn't died the first time. Desmond's, and Chloe's. Brendon's. Julienne's. Snow's. Liam's. Baron's. Finally ending in Ragenard's. Ragenard's form had changed, though, with one limb larger than the others swiping at his enemies and tearing them down one by one. But it wasn't enough. He too was felled, and his body was added to the pile of bleeding corpses.

Slowly she began to sink down... Down.. Down... She couldn't move fast enough anymore to keep her head above the liquid anymore. She was drowning in the sorrow of it all, until pulled her under the red sea. And there she floated, watching the darkness of faceless enemies above her looking to consume more above the blood-like liquid until they turned on themselves and started consuming each other. Each face that consumed another grew larger and darker, its face more distorted until there was only one large wolf had left. It dove into the water after her and--

It disappeared. She heard nothing, saw nothing. But she knew it was behind her, maw open waiting to consume her too. The darkness grew around her as she passed through its teeth and over its blackened tongue until suddenly--

"NO!" Skye bolted straight up, eyes wide in panic. Sweat made whatever shirt she was wearing stick to her like a wet rag. Her breathing came raggedly, her eyes darting around to figure out where she was. While she had no memory of arriving here, she would recognize Brendon's old room anywhere. She groaned and grabbed her aching head, the memories of her fight with Ragenard slowly pouring in as her aches and pains of bruises and broken skin reminded her.

"Fuck.." She muttered.
 
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Desmond was seated in a nearby chair while Skye rested. He had been in and out checking up on her, and occasionally lingering and reading a book. He wasn't too terribly worried. She looked a right mess, but she could take it. As long as she was stable and breathing, her body would do the rest.

He didn't rightly know what had happened. He had received a panicked call from Liam that she had been hurt, and wanting to know if he should take her to the hospital. He had managed to calm the lad down, and went over to help. From what Liam told him, Ragenard had sent him to collect his bike, and when he got there he found Skye unconscious.

He knew Skye though, and he knew Ragenard. He didn't doubt she had done something to piss off Ragenard. And he also didn't doubt that it was no accident Ragenard had picked Liam to go pick up his bike. His way of showing concern, without appearing to show concern. He felt like he was starting to get a better handle on reading the man.

He was still there reading when Skye woke abruptly. He closed the book and stood up.

"If that's the first word out of ye, I'm guessin' we managed to keep most of your brain in there. We 'ad to just about scrape ye' off the pavement. Think Liam about pissed himself when 'e found ye. How are you feelin'?"
 
Skye winced slightly from the noise coming from her cousin. Did he have to talk? Was it really necessary right now? Still shaking off the sheer panic the nightmare had left in her, she took a few moments before responding.

"Like a fuckin' rockstar." She answered sarcastically. She pulled the covers away from herself and slid to the edge of the bed in makes to get up and out of it. She still looked rough, her regen only having enough time to mend the bone and any major wound left from her last bout with Ragenard.

She tested her legs slowly, wincing. They were healed, but probably wasn't wise to stand yet. Didn't stop her though. "You 'appen to grab my bike too?" She asked.
 
"Liam brought it by earlier," Desmond answered. "You plannin' to tell me what ye did to piss Ragenard off enough to pound ye through the pavement?"
 
Skye rolled her eyes at Desmond's questions and groaned. That was all the answer he got from her for the moment. She stumbled past the door, into the living room. Chloe laid on the couch, covered with a blanket and snoring slightly. She heard Desmond following after her and she grumbled.

"I'm nay goin' anywhere, Des. I'm jus gettin' somethin' from me bags. 'is all." She grumbled quietly.

After a short while, she returned with her phone in hand and her stash of joints.

"Want one?" She asked absent mindedly as she texted away to Kian. She was still avoiding the question, conveniently 'forgetting' it had been asked by busying herself letting people know back home she had made it in safe. She refused to look at him directly either. "Forgot me guitar. I got a show in a few days. Crew cannae make it. Will need to go acoustic for a bit 'til I get a new crew together..." She muttered.
 
Desmond folded his arms over his chest and gave her a pointed look. He knew her quite well enough to recognize what she was up to, and she would no doubt know he knew. He just had to wait her out...

The lack of taking the offered joint was a good indicator of his rare 'for serious' mood.

As was his lack of a response to her attempt to change the subject. He didn't bother repeating the question. She would either cave, or he would.
 
Skye finished texting in silence, ignoring the glare her cousin was boring into her. They played this game often growing up. Sometimes she gave in. Sometimes he gave in. It was about a 50/50 chance at the moment.

Her feelings on the matter were still as sore as her ego. She lit one of the blunts and took a drag off it before returning the glare back at Desmond. She stayed like that for several minutes, glaring at him in silence until she finally threw her hands up.

"Fuckin' 'ell, Des. Yer like me da now." She grumbled. "Fuck me." She muttered.

"I tried to get Ragenard to move ye all out of Lutetia." She leaned on her knees. "'e said no." She paused for a few minutes, taking a long drag before continuing. "I pushed the subject, an' 'e like.. Grew an arm the size of three of me it seemed. Told 'em if that's 'ow unstable 'e was, 'e was no fit to be runnin' the pack."

She internally groaned and closed her eyes. "So I challenged 'im." She blushed brightly. She wanted to hide. She wanted to be anywhere other than where she was right in this moment. "'e said some things, an I got angry. 'e wasn't pissed until I told 'im to make me a pack member. Though I don't remember exactly what I said.. " She admitted. "Wolf form, its 'ard to talk anyway, and I was ragin'." She needlessly explained. "I.."

She grabbed her head in her hands. "Don't fuckin' say it. I know yer gonna tell me I was a fuckin' moron. But I ain't leavin'. I need to know 'ow to join yer boys club or whatever."
 
"Was?" Desmond asked as his serious facade broke into a grin. "Wouldn't that mean yer not still bein' one?"

"Beside, pretty sure Ragenard's fists will 'ave done a better job than me words," he said as he rubbed his jaw thoughtfully. "Like gettin' punched by an anvil."

"Next time, try askin' before you go off half-cocked tryin' to copy me own half-brained antics though, eh?" he asked. "Could have saved you a thrashin' if ye had bothered to ask why I done what I did. That stunt ye tried is for settlin' family disputes with minimal bloodshed. Without the pack at your back, it means nothin'."

"An you don't need me to tell ye 'ow to do that," he added. "Ye just need to get yer 'ead out of yer arse. 'ow do ye get the Iverian out of an Iverian?"
 
"Yeah well, we're all about the bloodshed in this place, ain't we?" She snarled, only to seem shocked by her own reaction seconds later. "Ah fuck it." She grumbled, taking another drag.

"I wanna join, Des. Less cause I want to, more cause I feel like I need to. But I feel like I'm needed 'ere more than I ever was needed else where. I can't just sit by an' watch me mates get picked off." She murmured. "I'm also gonna 'ave to figure out 'ow to face Ragenard again.. Prolly say something something stupid Iverian something.." She felt her face heat up again.

She leaned her chin on her knees. "Yer also gonna need someone to pay the bills. Brendon told me the situation, don't try to deny it." She looked up at him. "This is my room now." She gave him a cheeky grin. "No pressure, but uh.. We're gonna 'ave to sound proof the walls.."
 
"'ey now. I was workin' on that," Desmond replied indignantly. "An' you can't just-" he suddenly seemed flustered at this unexpected development. "Only if Chloe says yes," he finally said with a disgruntled huff.

He narrowed his eyes at Skye, the flush of her face not passing his notice.

"'wait a minute... yer not sweet on 'im, are ye?" he asked. "An' you call me daft!"

He honestly wasn't sure whether to laugh, face palm, or tell her she's lost her mind. Not that he had any room to talk, given how he and Chloe met. He finally just shook his head incredulously.

"You realize 'es about as ornery as a hornet, right?"

He cracked a grin.

"Right up yer alley I suppose."
 
"Haha, you know Chloe loves me. She'll say yes."

She started taking a drag off the blunt, when it was her turn to be flustered. She coughed and sputtered, her face going as red as Chloe's hair.

"I- Wha- Des..!" She fumbled. She spent a few more seconds just gobsmacked before she sighed. "It's gotta run in the family, that's all I can say." She said finally. "Ye get yer arm bit off, then yer 'ead over 'eels for the crazy bat. I get my face punched in and me arm broken, and I think 'e's got an nice ass." She shrugged slightly.

She rolled her eyes at his last comment. "Don't matter none if I can't show me face in front of 'im anymore. Quitting the biz, becomin' recluse. Can never recover from me embarrassin' display of 'aving me ass 'anded to me." She said dramatically.
 
"When Chloe finds out yer wantin' to take 'er room, she might not be so 'ospitable," Desmond pointed out. "And ye should know 'e called Liam to go pick up 'is bike," Desmond added. "You don't think that was an accident do ye? Nah, 'e knew Liam would call me when 'e found ye. It's 'is way of caring without lookin' like he cares. Yer still daft though. But if yer finished dyin' all over the bedsheets, I'll go 'eat up somethin' fer ye to eat."
 
The cheeky grin she had grew wider. "Or, perhaps she'd prefer me as a roomie over you." She teased.

Food wasn't exactly sounding great right now. She was absolutely ravenous, as she normally was when healing from bad injuries, but anything solid sounded like it would just sit like a rock in the pit of her stomach. Wrapping her arms around her legs, she simply stared off into space as she let her thoughts wonder.

She kept going back to how much of an ass she had been acting. "Nah, no worries 'bout the food, Des. Its alright. Go take Chloe to bed an get some sleep. I'll uh.. I'll probably go ridin' out and grab something in a bit."
 
"Suit yerself," Desmond answered. "There's some leftover pizza in the fridge if ye change yer mind. I'll let Ragenard know yer awake. Oh, and ye still like snapdragons, right?" he asked innocently.

He had pulled his phone out and was texting something as he walked away.

[To: Ragenard]Skye is awake. She likes snapdragons by the way.
 
Skye stretched and sighed, half distracted. "Yeah-" She then realized he was texting.

"Whhhhyyy..?" She asked, looking at Desmond with suspicion. When he didn't immediately answer, she got up and as swiftly as she could, she chased after Desmond. "Des, why did ya want to know?" She asked, seemingly more hostile than before. When she finally caught up to him, she grabbed his phone and looked at his screen.

And her face turned beat red for the second time tonight. "DESMOND!" She shouted, startling Chloe awake. "You fuck faced mother fucker you! I'M GOIN' TO RING YER NECK!" She punched his shoulder. Hard.
 
Desmond grinned at the response his text had elicited. It was utterly worth the punch he received. He rubbed his arm as he realized Chloe was awake.

"'ey, Skye was just headin' out," he said. "Sorry we woke ye."

Desmond grabbed his phone back and pocketed it.
 
Chloe blinked and wiped away the sleepies from her eyes. "Oh its fine. I didn't mean to fall asleep. It is good to see you're awake though, you were in bad shape." She said with a yawn.

Skye snorted, glaring hard at her cousin. "Yeh, I'm 'eadin' out but-" The scowl disappeared and slowly turned into a wicked grin briefly before turning to face Chloe. ".. Desmond said I 'ad to ask you if ya minded if I could move in. Just for a while, until I get me feet under me and get me own place. I'd pay the bills and such. Do ya mind?"

Chloe blinked and raised a brow at Desmond. "Yeah, I don't mind. We have a spare room since Brendon left. Its fine by me."

Skye turned to Desmond, the wicked grin returning. "See? She loves me." Skye leaned over and hugged Chloe.

"I'll be back at some point. Thanks again for lettin' me stay with you two~" Without waiting for another word, she waddled for the door.

Once Skye was out of the house, Chloe turned back to Desmond. "What.. was that about..?"
 
Desmond facepalmed as the door closed behind Chloe. Full on, hand to face.

"Oi, ye' weren't supposed to say yes," Desmond groaned. "Ye do realize she's going to be aimin' to make my life as miserable as possible, and by extension, yours?" he added.

There was a touch of humor behind the words though. Truth be told, he wouldn't have told her no. But that wouldn't stop him from telling Skye in no uncertain terms, that he was adamantly against her moving in, but a deal is a deal. Already the wheels where churning as he began planning for the inevitable exchange of getting even with one another. Childish of them? Definitely. But some things you don't outgrow.
 
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