Who: grant ward or peter petrelli + you Where: all over wonderland When: 5/20-5/31 Rating: pg for now Summary: a catch all for both ward and peter. The Story:
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[ With one more event down for the count (he's hoping the mirrors will leave them alone for a little while now that they've had their fun), Peter decides to check in on those he knows in Wonderland just to see how they're doing. After all, he's been lucky so far that his mirror hasn't made any attempts to contact him or anyone he knows (he can't be entirely sure), and he also didn't run into anyone else's mirror during the event (...can't be sure of that either). But aside from the invisible zombies, he hasn't had to deal with much else, thankfully.
While he's clearing his painting supplies in his room, he sends Caitlin an audio message. He's thinking about asking if she'd be interested to join him for a painting session sometime this week if she's feeling up to it. She'd mentioned having trouble sleeping at night and he's not sure if it's due to stress or what, but he thinks maybe throwing paint on a large canvas might prove to be fun for her. Plus, depending on the size of the canvas, it might also tire a tiny nocturnal bat out so... points. ]
Caitlin's never lost time before, not like this. There's been a night here and there, fewer and further between, lost to too much vodka. She's woken up embarrassed about it, but never confused. Never lost.
She's trying to piece things together again. Everything happened so fast, but it's etched in her memory, crystal clear. Cisco's mirror attacked her. She'd been bleeding out when Jane found her, and she'd stayed awake to talk the woman through her own surgery. And then... nothing. Days and days and days of nothing. Nothing until someone was waking her up.
And now she's doing what she can to not fall back asleep. She's reached over and shut off the IV drip. The effort has been painful, but it's cleared her mind. And left her questioning the decision. His message is a welcome distraction. ]
Peter? I'm here. [ Her voice is strained, her quick, shallow breaths no doubt audible. ] Are you okay?
[ When Caitlin returns the message, Peter switches to realtime chat. Despite only having a flip phone back in New York with no video function or any of the other fancy stuff, he's getting used to the PalmPilot style device he'd been provided with. Back home, he rarely even texted. He's always preferred meeting people face to face and if he can't do that, the very least he can do is: make a phone call. His brother spent a lot of his time on his phone, tapping away, but that's just how Nathan got a lot of his work done. Peter simply preferred the old school way of communicating with friends and family. As a joke, he once sent his mother a telegram when she texted him with a dinner invitation. ]
I'm good. [ He's glad to hear her voice; a little relieved even considering all that's happened lately. Plus he'd read what had been written on the Wonderland blog. There was some mention of a kidnapping, but nothing that had been confirmed. ] Just wanted to see how you're doing. [ He's not one to pry so he's not going to ask outright if Caitlin had been involved in that whole portal experiment gone wrong, so instead: ]
I'm okay. [ Said in the voice of someone who is very much not okay. Caitlin isn't the best at lying, even if she's gotten plenty of practice back home. She'd managed to keep her powers hidden, still hidden at the point in the timeline she's from, and no one seemed the wiser. It's a dumb move to even try to fake it right now. She certainly wouldn't believe herself if she were in Peter's shoes. ]
I just — [ Her words are broken by a heavy, pained sigh. Maybe this isn't the best time to extricate herself from the tubes and wires, but she wants out of this bed. Out of this room. The adhesive from the tape holding the IV in place has left her skin raw, and she's pulled it off just a bit too fast. Her head is starting to swim, her body telling her she needs to take it easier. ] I've been trying to stay out of this mess.
[ She doesn't sound at all okay. It doesn't take a genius to figure that one out. It's in the tone of her voice, but also all that he's hearing is making him even more concerned. He knows that something's wrong. He's sure now that something must have happened to her. He stops messing around with the painting supplies; that idea of supplying Caitlin with her own box of beginner painting tools is forgotten as he focuses his full attention on her. ]
What happened? Where are you right now? [ If she's hurt, he really doesn't want to have this conversation over the phone. He's aware they've only had a few conversations so far and he doesn't expect her to open up to him, but he knows she's in pain and he can't just sit around and do nothing. ]
I had a...a-a run-in with a mirror a week ago. [ It's not a lie, so it's easier to tell. She's purposefully underselling it because she doesn't want him, or anyone really, to worry about her. Caitlin is too used to being on the other side of this. Being the worrier, the caretaker. The one who does the prying and the fussing. In true medical professional fashion, she has a tendency toward being a less-than-stellar patient.
But at the same time, she knows that she's not okay. She knows when she can't fully take care of herself, no matter how pigheaded she can be about it. It's why she let Dr. Allen check her over when she escaped from Zoom. It's why she talked Jane through the procedure that very likely saved her life. She carefully pulls the cannula from her nose, setting it aside. ] I'm in my room.
[ He knows some people have been hurt in the event and hearing that Caitlin had a run in with a mirror makes him wonder if she really had been kidnapped. He's hoping nothing bad happened though. ]
Do you mind if I come over? [ The fact she answered both of his questions gives him reason to believe there's a chance she might not mind his company. They might not be in the midst of an event right now, but that doesn't mean the mirrors aren't watching somehow. It's likely difficult for any of them to feel safe anywhere, but there's still safety in numbers; in not being alone.
Peter also just wants to see her. To make sure she's okay. ]
I don't mind. [ She's been alone in the room for who knows how long. And she can't shake the guilt that comes with thinking about asking Iris for company; no doubt her hands were full with Barry right now. And there's no way she could ask Cisco. It's better if she doesn't even think about asking him right now, for both of them. ]
You'll get to see me at my disheveled best. [ The remark is meant to be teasing. But she doesn't have the energy to inject levity into the words. ]
[ No doubt about it now. It's likely she'd been hurt in the event. It's hard to imagine who would want to hurt someone like Caitlin -- but the mirrors are a nasty bunch. He certainly regrets not checking in on her sooner.
After asking for her room number, Peter lets her know that he'll be there shortly. It takes him about ten minutes to get there. The one ability he still doesn't have is super speed and he'd had to walk all the way from Room #407, on the first floor. He should probably consider moving to another room already, but he doesn't want to live too close to any of the mansion's residents and risk endangering their lives in case something goes wrong during an event and he loses control of his abilities.
Once at Caitlin's, he knocks on her door and waits for an answer. ] It's me. Peter.
[ In the time it takes him to get from that far end of the first floor up to her room on the fourth, Caitlin manages to make it from her bed to the sofa by the door. A total of maybe ten steps. Possibly twelve. Each step is a struggle, and the worst part isn't even keeping herself upright. No matter how she moves, she seems to disturb and aggravate her ribs and the incisions on her abdomen. But she's cautious, taking care not to pop a stitch.
She's just made it to the overstuffed arm of the couch when he knocks. Even though she's warned him about how she looks, she still takes a moment to try and straighten her hair. The pain from the movement makes her gasp loudly; dropping her arm to her side hurts just as bad.
Man, how she misses that pleasant haze from the painkillers.
She opens the door and hangs back, half-sitting on the arm of the sofa. ] Hi, Peter.
[ Her face is swollen and bruised. Her left arm is in an air cast and cradled loosely against her chest. She's breathing high in her chest, shallow and quick. And because she feels like he's going to ask, she's quick to blurt out: ] I'm okay.
[ Of course he would have asked and despite the fact she just told him she's okay, it's obvious that he's having a hard time believing that. Peter hadn't expected her to be suffering from any kind of serious injury considering she'd acted pretty casual about it, but this looks bad.
He doubts she's supposed to be out of bed even, and despite putting on a brave face, it's clear that she's in pain. ]
Please tell me you haven't been treating your own injuries. [ He's lingering by the doorway still before he offers to help her get into a more comfortable position on the sofa instead of doing that half-sitting thing. ]
I haven't been, no. [ And at least that's the God's honest truth. Caitlin inclines her head slightly, indicating the opposite wall where the head of her bed is. There's an IV pole with several bags hanging, some only half or barely spent at all. An oxygen tank. A small cart with automated processes to monitor vitals.
She would be scared about the situation if she had room for that feeling right now. ]
Someone was keeping me under. They must have -- [ She groans as she fully stands, her good arm reaching behind her for balance. ] They must have scaled back the drip once the mirrors went back.
Guess it'd be too much to hope that whoever it was left you with a medical chart. [ He takes a quick glance around the room as he helps Caitlin to sit before he goes to get her some water. It's clear she's dealing with a lot more than just the obvious physical injuries; likely a broken rib or two or maybe even worse.
Crouching down next to her, Peter offers her the glass of water to drink from. ]
[ It's a testament to just how poorly she's doing that she accepts his help without protest. Caitlin's terrible at asking for help and even worse at accepting it when it's freely given. She's too used to being in Peter's shoes; being the one taking care of someone instead of being taken care of. But trying to push him away would probably just sap what little strength remains and honestly, she doesn't want to push him away.
Keeping her injured arm tucked in her lap, she reaches for the glass with a shaky hand. ]
Yeah, I-- [ She swallows hard. ] Cisco came into my lab and told me he was taking a break right then, that what he and Fitz were working on had failed. And there was just something... off about him. I thought I was just projecting, but then, he--he tipped his hand. It was Cisco's mirror and the minute he knew that I knew, he attacked me. I've never been on the receiving end of his powers before.
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super tempted to say 'surprise me' but you know i want peter.
◄ let it heal and let it go ►
While he's clearing his painting supplies in his room, he sends Caitlin an audio message. He's thinking about asking if she'd be interested to join him for a painting session sometime this week if she's feeling up to it. She'd mentioned having trouble sleeping at night and he's not sure if it's due to stress or what, but he thinks maybe throwing paint on a large canvas might prove to be fun for her. Plus, depending on the size of the canvas, it might also tire a tiny nocturnal bat out so... points. ]
Hey, Caitlin. It's Peter. You there?
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Caitlin's never lost time before, not like this. There's been a night here and there, fewer and further between, lost to too much vodka. She's woken up embarrassed about it, but never confused. Never lost.
She's trying to piece things together again. Everything happened so fast, but it's etched in her memory, crystal clear. Cisco's mirror attacked her. She'd been bleeding out when Jane found her, and she'd stayed awake to talk the woman through her own surgery. And then... nothing. Days and days and days of nothing. Nothing until someone was waking her up.
And now she's doing what she can to not fall back asleep. She's reached over and shut off the IV drip. The effort has been painful, but it's cleared her mind. And left her questioning the decision. His message is a welcome distraction. ]
Peter? I'm here. [ Her voice is strained, her quick, shallow breaths no doubt audible. ] Are you okay?
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I'm good. [ He's glad to hear her voice; a little relieved even considering all that's happened lately. Plus he'd read what had been written on the Wonderland blog. There was some mention of a kidnapping, but nothing that had been confirmed. ] Just wanted to see how you're doing. [ He's not one to pry so he's not going to ask outright if Caitlin had been involved in that whole portal experiment gone wrong, so instead: ]
You sound a little winded. You alright?
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I just — [ Her words are broken by a heavy, pained sigh. Maybe this isn't the best time to extricate herself from the tubes and wires, but she wants out of this bed. Out of this room. The adhesive from the tape holding the IV in place has left her skin raw, and she's pulled it off just a bit too fast. Her head is starting to swim, her body telling her she needs to take it easier. ] I've been trying to stay out of this mess.
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What happened? Where are you right now? [ If she's hurt, he really doesn't want to have this conversation over the phone. He's aware they've only had a few conversations so far and he doesn't expect her to open up to him, but he knows she's in pain and he can't just sit around and do nothing. ]
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But at the same time, she knows that she's not okay. She knows when she can't fully take care of herself, no matter how pigheaded she can be about it. It's why she let Dr. Allen check her over when she escaped from Zoom. It's why she talked Jane through the procedure that very likely saved her life. She carefully pulls the cannula from her nose, setting it aside. ] I'm in my room.
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Do you mind if I come over? [ The fact she answered both of his questions gives him reason to believe there's a chance she might not mind his company. They might not be in the midst of an event right now, but that doesn't mean the mirrors aren't watching somehow. It's likely difficult for any of them to feel safe anywhere, but there's still safety in numbers; in not being alone.
Peter also just wants to see her. To make sure she's okay. ]
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You'll get to see me at my disheveled best. [ The remark is meant to be teasing. But she doesn't have the energy to inject levity into the words. ]
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After asking for her room number, Peter lets her know that he'll be there shortly. It takes him about ten minutes to get there. The one ability he still doesn't have is super speed and he'd had to walk all the way from Room #407, on the first floor. He should probably consider moving to another room already, but he doesn't want to live too close to any of the mansion's residents and risk endangering their lives in case something goes wrong during an event and he loses control of his abilities.
Once at Caitlin's, he knocks on her door and waits for an answer. ] It's me. Peter.
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She's just made it to the overstuffed arm of the couch when he knocks. Even though she's warned him about how she looks, she still takes a moment to try and straighten her hair. The pain from the movement makes her gasp loudly; dropping her arm to her side hurts just as bad.
Man, how she misses that pleasant haze from the painkillers.
She opens the door and hangs back, half-sitting on the arm of the sofa. ] Hi, Peter.
[ Her face is swollen and bruised. Her left arm is in an air cast and cradled loosely against her chest. She's breathing high in her chest, shallow and quick. And because she feels like he's going to ask, she's quick to blurt out: ] I'm okay.
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He doubts she's supposed to be out of bed even, and despite putting on a brave face, it's clear that she's in pain. ]
Please tell me you haven't been treating your own injuries. [ He's lingering by the doorway still before he offers to help her get into a more comfortable position on the sofa instead of doing that half-sitting thing. ]
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She would be scared about the situation if she had room for that feeling right now. ]
Someone was keeping me under. They must have -- [ She groans as she fully stands, her good arm reaching behind her for balance. ] They must have scaled back the drip once the mirrors went back.
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Crouching down next to her, Peter offers her the glass of water to drink from. ]
Do you remember what happened?
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Keeping her injured arm tucked in her lap, she reaches for the glass with a shaky hand. ]
Yeah, I-- [ She swallows hard. ] Cisco came into my lab and told me he was taking a break right then, that what he and Fitz were working on had failed. And there was just something... off about him. I thought I was just projecting, but then, he--he tipped his hand. It was Cisco's mirror and the minute he knew that I knew, he attacked me. I've never been on the receiving end of his powers before.