Isaac was shivering but somewhat aware when Peter brought him back home and put him on his bed with a worried Bella pacing beside the bed. “Derek said his bones need to be set before they can actually heal…” she said in a small voice, not liking seeing her Isaac like this. His torn, barely there, clothes, his small cuts finally healing. She wanted to yell at Isaac for getting into trouble, but she also wanted to hug him and tell him that everything was going to be alright.
“Yeah, sorry, darlin’,” Peter said as he looked at her with a look of pity on his face. “And he needs to be conscious for them to heal, too, but he will be in a lot of pain.”
“Can you set his bones?”
“Okay,” she nodded as she quickly left the room and dialed Derek’s number after closing the door. There wasn’t much that she could do but to ask for more information. She needed more.
“He’s home,” she said before wincing after hearing Isaac scream from the other room. “I have someone setting his bones.”
“Good. Now, he needs to be awake or at least conscious for the bones to heal.”
“And how do I do that!” Bella blurted as another scream filled the room, soon followed by another, the pain in her heart growing. She wanted to burst into tears and cry. It felt as if she was being ripped apart from the inside.
“Just how Isaac cleared you off the influences of your poisoning. Your touch can take some of his pain away,” Derek said calmly, although he was quite unnerved by Isaac’s screaming. “You can do this, Bella.”
“What can I give him against the pain? I doubt an aspirin will help!”
“Morphine? But honestly, the best you can do is to help him deal with his pain. Don’t be afraid.”
“You’re no help,” she said as she disconnected the phone call and started pacing in their living room while trying to tune out his screams. It took maybe fifteen minutes for Peter having set all of Isaac’s bones at vampire speed, and when he had stopped screaming, she made her way back into his bedroom, his face white as a sheet as he had once again, passed out.
“He’s going to be alright,” Peter said gently, taking her hand and helped her sit down on the edge of Isaac’s bed before placing her hand on his shoulder.
Bella blinked when her veins widened and darkened, she could feel it sting, but she could feel herself calm down now that Isaac was more comfortable. He was in so much pain and she still felt like she needed to cry, but she felt that he was feeling better now. After a couple of minutes, Peter removed her hand from Isaac, which made her look up at him with tears in her eyes. “Why did you do that?”
“You’re going to wear yourself out, darlin’,” he said kindly. “Five minutes, once an hour. I know that you want to help him, but not at the cost of yourself.” He gently squeezed her shoulder before leaving the room.
Bella sighed as she laid down next to him, an arm around him, making sure that her hands weren’t touching him. “I’m very angry with you, Lahey,” she said softly. “Don’t you ever scare me like this ever again, you hear me? You’re grounded.” Oh, she could tell it that was going to be at least a few hours until he’d be coherent enough to hear her or talk back at her, but she needed him to know that he was grounded. She wasn’t going to allow him to go out anymore. Not for a very long time. And she was going to kill Jeremy, he was supposed to keep an eye out.
Exhausted herself from all the worrying, she drifted off in a light sleep herself.
She jolted awake when Isaac stirred underneath her arm. “Hey,” she whispered. “Easy, you’re okay,” she wasn’t sure for how long she’d been out, but she gently placed her hand on his arm to soothe him and take some of his pain away again. His eyes shot open and he wanted to sit up, but Bella pushed him down again. “You’re home, in your bed,” she told him. “Peter set your bones and you’re healing.”
“It hurts,” he let out a whine.
“I know, I know,” she soothed him while she gently pushed his hair out of his face before placing her hand on his arm again. She could feel only a fraction of his pain and she couldn’t imagine what he was going through right now.
“Ric and Jer… they’re okay?”
“Yes, I’m not worried about them,” she replied as she kept her hand on him but laid back down again. “Jasper is bringing them and the weapons home.”
“I was so stupid, I-I should have checked myself over after- It was such a rookie mistake!”
Bella shifted a little and removed her hand from his arm to make him look at her. “It could have happened to anyone, it’s not your fault and everyone is okay,” she smiled at him. “Just tell me what you need. I had to call Derek to know what we had to do about your injuries because you and I never covered this.”
Isaac slowly nodded. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” she said as she sat up, gently squeezing his arm. “Go rest, I’m going to get you something to drink and do something about that Cold One in our living room.”
“Relax,” Bella pushed him down again. “He’s friendly. It’s Peter. So, you relax and heal up,” she said as she handed him his remote and turned on the TV. “Go watch some TV.”
He let out a small whine, sounding something like a wounded puppy that wasn’t getting his way. “But I don’t wanna watch television! What’s Peter doing here? He never comes up here!”
“He ran all the way from the farm to get your ass out of there and brought you here,” she replied, her anger slightly flaring up. “Because there’s no way that the three of you would have been able to get out of there without you, and since it was so close to the town you were at? You’d be sitting ducks.”
Isaac pouted and tried to roll away from her. “It wasn’t so bad,” he slurred as his face buried into the mattress. “I’ve had worse.”
“I almost accepted Derek’s offer to come here and help, you know!” she scolded him.
He lifted his head, confused again. “When did you talk to your brother?”
There was a knock on the door before Peter’s voice sounded. “Bella, let him rest and come here, please.”
“Yeah, I agree, I might punch him in the face myself,” she growled as she left the bedroom and was immediately sat down at the table by Peter with a glass of whiskey in front of her. Had he forgotten that she was a werewolf now and couldn’t get drunk? “You need to tell me how bad it was.”
“Eh… Jeremy died, but he came back. Alaric’s kids were overprotective so they had spelled him… ah… they had Isaac propped up against the truck that was short-circuiting so he couldn’t heal properly, which was actually a good thing seeing as I had to set his bones and break some that did heal a bit on our way here…” Peter explained with a light tone of voice, knowing that the Alpha in front of him was experiencing all kinds of emotions right now. “Jasper’s making sure everyone’s getting back safe. Isaac was just very unlucky. And you know, I think that the knives that the hunters used to cut him weren’t just laced with poison but also some sort of numbing agent so he didn’t feel it until the adrenaline wore off.”
“Are you trying to make me feel better?”
“Is it working?”
“No, I think Derek did a better job this time,” Bella said as she knocked back her whiskey and blinked as she felt it go straight to her head. “Holy…that sucked!”
“Want another one?”
She handed him her glass with a nod. “The most infuriating thing is that Isaac thinks it wasn’t that bad and that he’s had worse. Does he have a concussion or something?”
Peter sighed as he grabbed the bottle and set it down in front of her with her glass. “You need to keep on drinking if you want to hear the true extent of his injuries.”
“I’m never letting him outside again, not for any of your so-called routine missions,” she scowled as she filled up her glass to the brim and drank it all. “And sure, things can go wrong on missions and Isaac is usually fine, but fuck, Peter. I could have lost him!” She filled her glass again and took a small sip of it. “What’s this shit, anyway?”
“Whiskey, just one of our special brews that we make on our farm.”
“What the fuck are you two doing out on that ranch?!” she questioned, staring at her glass.
“We experiment with shit after we’ve taken care of the animals. We have to kill time somehow with no permanent residents at the farm so far…” Peter explained, smiling widely. “I mean, I could come here and hang out, but you live near humans. Besides, this is your project, not mine.”
“I’m thankful for the distance, though. I feel that for the first time in my life I’m free. That I can decide what I want, how I want it, and make my own decisions. We’re building a life here, and…” Bella sighed happily as she took another swig of her whiskey. “I am so grateful for you, you know. Without you… I don’t know…”
“It’s what I do, kitten,” he smiled at her. “And I want to let you in on a secret.”
Bella nodded as she took another sip. “I won’t tell anyone.”
“Isaac’s one of my personal projects, long-term, had to take it easy with him. It was never my intention to allow him soldier on as a soldier for this long. He deserves better.”
She smiled then as she pat Peter on his knee, not wanting to get up because that whiskey sure was potent, but it made her feel so good too. “I know. You spoil him rotten. The truck? And now this?” she waved her hand around.
“Me? Am I a project of yours as well now?” she asked, her voice even with her annoyance growing again.
“Well, you have been for quite some time, I just hadn’t been able to get the right person for you to get you away from those assholes,” Peter shrugged. “You were on the list for a while, and when I did find the right person, I had to make sure he was ready for it too.”
“So basically this is a setup? What Isaac and I have is all a lie?”
“No, not at all. In fact, I didn’t even think you’d make it this far together because the both of you were so stubborn,” he let out a chuckle. “But you did. You two make you two work, naturally. Without any interference from anyone else.”
“Tell that to Caroline and Myriam,” Bella muttered. “They set us up for date night. Oh, and Derek wants me to talk to Isaac about my… underlying feelings for him.”
“I think those feelings are more towards to the surface than you may realize yourself,” Peter winked at her. “But I won’t call Isaac for a job for the next few months or so, maybe he’ll start liking staying around here instead of getting cabin fever.”
“He’s not going out again,” Bella said as she emptied her glass. “You can send people here that needs protecting and shit, as this place was set up to be that way, but there’s no way in hell I’m going to let you have him go places.”
“It’s also harder to get him to places without a decent truck,” Peter laughed. “But don’t worry, I’ll get you two like a pickup truck so you can still get around to your suppliers and stuff.”
“How bad did it look like? The truck?”
“It rolled down the side of a mountain, maybe like… 30 feet, if not more, what do you think?”
“No more food truck.”
“I promise. No more food truck. He has a beautiful kitchen now.”
A loud thump could be heard coming out of Isaac’s bedroom. “Motherfucker,” she said as she got up and wobbled for a moment as the alcohol really started to do its thing. She then looked at Peter, who was smiling from ear to ear. “Fucking asshole! You got me drunk! I need to take care of him!”
“I’ll get him back on to his bed, don’t you worry, kitten. You can have some more whiskey if you want,” Peter said playfully as he gently pushed her back into her chair with his finger before walking into Isaac’s bedroom. “And what were you planning on doing?” He questioned as he saw Isaac on the floor. “Didn’t she tell you to stay in bed?”
“I’m fine,” Isaac slurred as he tried to push himself up but cried out on pain.
“Totally,” Peter said as he picked up Isaac as if he weighed nothing and put him back down on the bed, tucking him in so tightly he couldn’t move. “Stay. Once you’re able to walk you might want to get a shower, but for now, you need to heal up. You’re a fucking mess, Lahey.”
“You can send Bella back in, your bedside manner needs some work,” he muttered.
“Yeah well, I’m trying to get her drunk on this special kind of alcohol Jazz and I have been brewing because I need to tell her something so you stay here, heal up and we’ll fill you in later,” he said as he gently pat Isaac on his head as if he were a puppy. “It’s very important that you heal up, rather sooner than later, okay? Take it easy.”
“I heal up faster if I turn.”
Peter thought for a moment. “Maybe later. Right now it’s going to hurt like a bitch.”
“Isaac. No. Stay.” He said before leaving the bedroom again and closing the door. “Right, so, how drunk are you?” Peter asked Bella as she was pouring herself another glass but missed most of it and it was spilling onto the table. “Okay! Great!” He smiled widely.
“I fucking hate you, you bastard. Why does something so evil taste so good?”
“Because we made it with love. Seeing as we’ll be hosting a range of supernaturals who can’t get drunk in the future, we decided to play with things. Really science-y stuff, but it’s so good, Bella,” Peter said as he sat down again and took her hand. “But I have to admit, I got you drunk for a few reasons.”
“One,” he smiled as he held up his finger. “You being upset doesn’t help your man very much at this moment due to the fact that you took him as your beta, which brings me to two; him being hurt doesn’t do you much good either because you can sense he’s in pain. Like, a lot. Once he’s better, you two really should have a good talk about those feelings you have for him, and he for you, okay?”
“‘Kay,” she nodded as she laid her head on her free arm and kept looking at him. “I’m listening.”
“Three. I want you to consider calling your brother and having him, and just him, over for a few weeks. Argent can make sure that Peter stays the hell away and keep the other runts in check, but I think it’s a good idea for Derek to be here.”
“But I was going to meet him in New Orleans?” Bella said confused. “Myriam said that Klaus would really like him.”
“To tear him apart, maybe, for hurting his lover’s friend in the past,” Peter smirked. “I don’t think that’s a wise idea, kitten. You can go to New Orleans, sure, but don’t bring your brother.”
“Meh,” she sighed. “What about Uncle Peter?”
“Well, if you don’t mind him dead…”
“Noooooooooo,” Bella gasped. “No death!”
“Will you invite Derek over?”
“Because, four; I want to invite Rosalie and Emmett over as well. They’re on the run and could really use the safe haven we’ve created for supernaturals, they could use the protection we offer.”
“I always liked Rosalie,” Bella sighed happily. “And Emmett is a big tree! Yes! I want them here. Yes. Or at your farm, which is mostly a better thing because you guys sparkle and we don’t want the humans of Mystic Falls to get bedazzled.” She then looked up and tried to meet Peter’s eyes. “Wait, we do have a house filled with witches… surely they can make you something that stops you from sparkling?”
“Or maybe we’ll host a daylight disco and you’ll have a few living disco balls walking around,” Peter deadpanned, liking the idea though, but he wanted to make Bella laugh.
Bella let out a snort. “I’ll talk to Caroline.”
“That would be lovely, Bella, it’s been a very long time since we were able to walk in the full sun without looking like a freak. It’s easier on the farm, though, since we’re secluded.”
“Buuuuut… you’re lonely. I understand. Don’t worry, I’ll have them work something out.”
“Good, now… five… this concerns you. We’ve been tracking the remaining Cullens as well as we can, with our informants and sometimes my gift. With three of their members gone, Carlisle and Edward have redirected their focus on trying to find you. They still want you. They don’t know you’re a werewolf, all they know is that I took you, their human pet, away from them.”
“Are they close?”
“Not yet, but this is why I want your brother here, incase things do change and you’ll need all the help you can get. So reaching out to your new friends would be a good idea too, just to give them a head’s up and stuff, because I know that you just left them and wanted to forget about the Cullens, but I also know that you don’t want them anywhere near you and that you’ll want to kill them when they do.”
“Damn right,” Bella muttered. “They are fucking manipulative bastards who were only able to manipulate me because of Charlie listening to my birth mother and tried to keep my werewolf side under control. It still doesn’t make it right. No fucking around with humans!” She let out a growl then. “They’re going to die.”
“And you’ll need all the help you can get, you understand?”
Bella nodded as she fumbled her phone out of her pocket and dialed her brother’s number.
“I feel special! This is the third time you’ve called me!”
“Are you alone?”
“Are you drunk? How?! Are you okay?”
“Special kinda juice from some special friends of mine. Wanted to make sure I wouldn’t get angry and separate his head from his torso,” she glared at Peter who just smiled impishly. “Isaac’s healing up.”
“Good to hear that.”
“I told you about that family Isaac saved me from, right? As it turns out, they’re now hunting for me and they might be closing in, but my… friend doesn’t know when they’ll be here. What about taking some time off from playing with the puppies and come and visit us?”
“What about Isaac?”
“Text me the address, I’ll be on my way.”