pullmeoutalive | Ramey

[ Peter just goes where he’s led. Doesn’t have much choice anyway, does he? Unlike their last job together, at least Peter keeps his mouth shut this time, sits quietly in the chair Alec deposits him in, aside from a quiet rattle in his breath. He slouches in it until the back of his head sits against the top of the backrest, hand still pressed against his side. His eyes shut, and he focuses on breathing and aggressively ignoring nearly everything.

He does pretty well until he hears the trickle of water, hears Alec’s voice. ]

Screw you.

[ It must just be a kneejerk reaction, now, like Peter actually thinks the world might end if he doesn’t tell Alec to fuck off.

He pries open an eye to see the water pouring out from nowhere, pouring into nothing, and his expression pinches into something that clearly says, What in the ever-living fuck. He watches it for a long second, suspicion etched into the corner of his eyes, but eventually he reaches out, lets the water flow over his split knuckles. Seems alright in those few seconds, and reluctantly, he pushes himself up with a quiet grunt.

He cleans himself up after that, or tries his best in the spots where the barest touch makes him flinch, scrubbing off dried and drying blood. After a bit of work, he still looks like hell, and now he’s a bit damp around the edges, but there’s much less red. Easing himself back down, he lets his eyes slip shut again.

Then, with obvious reluctance, ]

… Thanks.

[ Alec focuses on the computer as Peter cleans himself off- he’d rather focus on work any day, but especially now with Peter in such close proximity. As he stares at the screen, the beginnings of a headache begin to bloom behind his eyes, mild aches settling in his limbs. He finds that odd, but only in passing. Usually he has to really work his Enhancements to feel sore so soon after, but this whole job has been nothing but stressful, so it’s probably catching up to him a lot faster.

At Peter’s thanks, he gives a quiet grunt of acknowledgement, lifting one hand from the keyboard. The water evaporates away, the dampness of Peter’s skin and the edges of his clothes going with it. ]

[ It’s the barest of changes, the damp edges of his sleeves and collar drifting away, but it makes Peter tense all the same, sends a quick lance up his side when he does that makes him flinch and hiss in a breath. He brings a hand to his throat, feels along the collar and finds it dry, and he scowls. ]

Was that you? [ But without waiting for an answer, ] Don’t just friggin’ do that.

[ His head twinges painfully, and he screws his eyes closed until it passes. Just a little more- he’s found his way into Mansoon’s itinerary, and this might give them the lead they need. He’s not gonna let a little headache get in his way. ]

Sorry. Didn’t really finesse that.

[ Then, ]

I think I’ve got her schedule.

[ That catches his attention, and he sits up a little, a hand still pressed tightly against his side. ]

Actual schedule, or like, her kissing babies schedule?

[ … or was that just a politician thing, the kissing babies shtick? Oh, who cares. ]

Anything good?

Actual schedule.

[ He falls quiet again, save for the muted sounds of his fingers on the keyboard. A lot of it is pretty low-end stuff, meetings with dealers, a couple of shake downs of local businesses. Not anything they’re interested in, in the long run.

But then he catches sight of the name he’s been looking for the whole while- Grun. He grins and moves the whole thing over onto his datastick. ]

She’s got a meeting with Grun in a couple of weeks. I’ve got the particulars.

[ He swivels in his chair to face Quill, that grin still in place. ] Ready to get out of here?

Well, ‘least one of us is havin’ a good time.

[ Grumbled, though without too much bitterness. It’s a step forward, at least – and an itinerary is a lot more than they had just ten minutes ago.

He grits his teeth, and although his pride stings a little with it (but what doesn’t sting right now, anyway?), he reaches out his free hand again. ]

Gonna need a little help.

[ He retrieves his datastick from the computer, pocketing it before closing everything out and making sure the machine was as he found it. That done, he stands and takes Peter’s hand. Inexplicably sore and tired as he is, something in him eases as he does. Whatever’s left of the knot of teeth and dread uncoils in his chest, melting away. It’s a small relief, but it’s there.

In the moment, he just figures he’s glad to have something solid, and to finally be done with this place.

He drapes Peter’s arm over his shoulders as before, shoving the chair back under the desk it belongs to with his foot and waving the wards away with his free hand. ]

Is there a way out that doesn’t lead us back downstairs?

[ He grunts to acknowledge the question, mulling over the hastily memorized floorplans in his head as Alec helps him get to his feet, stepping in to take his weight. He’s not sure if it’s time or the little snippets of rest, but the ache of his injuries is a little less sharp, a little less grating. Not gone, but the bite has been curbed. Gives him a chance to further clear his head.

Unconsciously, he leans into Alec, letting out a quiet breath. ]

Lots of windows. Couple balconies. [ A little wryly, though drowsily, and definitely not the best of ideas, climbing down the side of the house, given the state of him. Still options. ]

Patio. Attached to the master bedroom. [ A quick twitch of his head toward the back of the house. ] Stairs to the garden.

Room might be locked.

Hm. [ He mentally goes over each of the options, looping his free arm around Peter’s waist to keep him steady as they exit the little office and take to the halls again. The party and therefore the security are focused on the grand hall at the front of the estate, so-- ]

Back of the house is probably the best bet.

[ There’s a little bit of his usual smugness in his voice when he adds, ] I can handle a locked door.

Smug asshole.

[ Again, he says it more by rote than with any real feeling. He’s not sure if it’s their imminent escape that’s making him relax bit by bit, but it’s happening all the same.

They stumble through the halls together. Peter focuses on putting one foot in front of another, trying to shove off the drowsy feeling that’s filling his head like cotton. At least Alec’s presence at his side is something of a comfort. Means he won’t fall flat no his face at a misstep.

Thankfully, they reach the back of the house without incident; with the party still in full swing, security is likely lurking around on the first floor, at the staircases. The door, though, is locked, as Peter predicted. ]

[ The more they trudge along, the more Alec feels at ease. The danger has passed, and they managed to salvage some information up. For what he was expecting to be a disaster, it hasn’t turned out too bad, and he finds contentment in the fact that once they get out of here, they’ll be that much closer to putting this whole job behind them.

They come upon the locked door, and Alec casts Peter a look. He’s reluctant to let the other man go- Peter’s still not very steady on his feet, and he doesn’t trust his ability to keep himself upright at the moment. ]

You gonna be okay if I set you down?

Edited (I lost my ability to English) 2016-11-01 22:46 (UTC)

[ Another little grunt, and reluctantly, he pulls his arm away from Alec’s shoulders.

Reluctant, he tells himself, because the idea of collapsing under his own weight isn’t exactly palatable. Alec’s been hauling his all but dead weight around, and he’s only a little sure on his chances on keeping himself upright. He feels a little more steady now, though. Not completely, but enough to sustain himself for a little while.

Peter shifts his weight, and he falls a little heavily against the wall beside the door, using that to hold himself up. ]

Take your time. [ a little dryly, his hand twitching against his ribs. ] Can do this all day.

[ He helps ease Peter away from him, though he’s a little tentative about it. He’s practically been carrying Peter this far, sure, but if the guy collapses he really doesn’t want to have to actually carry him out of here.

Once Peter seems to be settled, he moves to the door- would that it were an old-fashioned lock and key kind of door, but it’s mechanical, a glowing number pad staring him in the face.

He starts etching out a series of runes in grey-purple light, casting a glance over at Peter now and then while he works, as if he wants to make sure he’s still there. ]

Broken rib, you think?

Ohhh, yeah. [ another dry touch of humor, a smile that might as well be a grimace. He takes a careful inhale, and his side twinges, warns him away from any more of that, thank you. ] Bruised, at least.

[ He tips his head back against the wall, lazily watching as Alec works. That purple again, and Peter imagines that pressure around his neck, his hand going to his collar unconsciously. ]

Walk me through what you’re doin’.

[ Because if he has to stand here in silence, he’ll have to think to keep himself occupied, and really, all he can think about right now is how much tonight has fucking sucked, and how much everything hurts. ]

[ His gaze slides back over to Peter, one eyebrow arched. ]

Seriously?

[ He’s not sure just what Peter’s going to do with a step-by-step guide to opening a door with magic, but he supposes it’s something to talk about. Better than sitting around and doing nothing. So, he doesn’t wait for a response before continuing, ]

If this were an old-fashioned tumbler lock, I’d have it open in about a second, but since it’s not, I’m trying to get in without forcing it too much.

[ He casts as he talks, a line here, another careful mark there. ] Elemental spells are kind of my specialty, and once you learn how to manipulate lightning, electricity isn’t too far behind. I’m gonna pull the power out of the lock and disengage it that way.

[ He gets about three-fourths of that, at least. Figure it’s like redirecting power, in a way, killing the electricity in one system and moving it to another, then reestablishing the connection when all’s said and done. Not that he’s super good at that, personally – Peter’s better at the hands-on stuff, like picking locks and slipping items out of pockets – but he’s seen Rocket do it. ]

Is it gonna be noticeable? [ A tiny little jerk of his chin toward the lock. ] They gonna know it got tampered with after?

The system shouldn't detect any loss of power. [ He indicates the series of runes he's been drawing out. ] It'll redirect here, and get stored here. For all intents and purposes, it'll still be powering something.

Then I'll ease the power back in. It'll be like we were never here.

[ Peter nods, content with that answer. Bad enough they've left two guards (guards' bodies?) to recommend them by; they didn't need tampered devices and computers to mark their passing, too.

He lets Alec work for a few more seconds before the corner of his mouth twitches up in an echo of his usual, roguish smiles.

Then, ]

See? [ a familiar hint of smugness. ] That wasn't so hard, was it? Explainin' to me what you're doing.

[ Alec's gaze flits back over to Peter at his remark, and it's a testament to how much his mood is improved that he breathes out a little laugh. ]

Okay, but how much of that explanation did you just smile and nod your way through?

You lost me after "tumbler lock."

[ He lazily reaches out his free hand, patting Alec on the shoulder. ]

Appreciated it, all the same.

See if I ever explain magic to you again.

[ He steps back from the door, inspecting the runes glowing up at him. Apparently satisfied, he holds his hand out for Peter. ] Come on. I'm ready to be done with this place.

[ He takes a breath, jaw clenching as he readies himself, then pushes himself off against the wall, one hand clasping Alec's wrist. It's less a matter of getting himself upright, as it is a matter of getting himself upright enough for Alec to catch him.

And he does, mostly, though he nearly spills over to one side; he grabs onto Alec's shoulder at the last second to keep himself on his feet, though the strain of it sends a warning flare up his side, bright and near blinding. ]

—sorry. [ A shaking breath. ] Sorry. 'M good.

[ Peter nearly topples over and Alec moves on instinct, hooking his free arm around Peter's side to help steady him. For a moment, they just stand there as Alec waits for Peter to get his bearings, for his breath to even out. ]

I got you.

[ When it seems that Peter's not going to collapse, he eases his arm back over his shoulders- second verse, same as the first. Once they're ready to go, he gives a little motion of his hand, and the runes over the keypad glow brighter, sparking as electricity moves from mark to mark in a steady stream. The keypad goes dark and the door opens with a soft click.

Alec grins again- he does so love it when things work out- and guides Peter into the room, pausing only long enough to quickly disassemble his spellwork before shutting the door, the lock clicking back into place. ]

Still with me?

[ Yeah, that was pretty impressive, Peter has to admit. Begrudgingly admit.

... nah, just straight up admit. He doesn't give enough of a shit to do the whole "resentful and annoyed" routine right now. ]

Depends.

[ His gaze flicks over to Alec as they move further into the room. ]

If I say "no," will you finally let me fucking sleep?

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