Touch | Lydia Martin

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"Didn't have to point it out, asshole."

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"No. Peter, she's not staying there like that." Charlotte shakes her head, her voice still shaky as she blocks her fathers path.

"You have no choice, both you and Stiles are coming with me." Peter hums.

"No, if you don't let us help her, I'll make sure you don't even live to find Derek-" Charlotte starts warningly.

"Lottie, sweetheart, you don't even look close to intimidating when you have those tears falling down your face- it just makes you look like a lost puppy." Peter scoffs, making Charlotte shut up.

"Didn't have to point it out, asshole." Charlotte grumbles, wiping the tears from her eyes and cheeks before she turns back to Stiles, who's on the phone.

"Who are you calling?" Peter asks him.

"Jackson, he'll get Lydia." Stiles replies, making Charlotte purse her lips.

"He fucking better." Charlotte mutters.

"Be quick." Peter sighs, making Charlotte send him a glare, still teary eyed.

Peter turns back to his daughter, just in time to see her looking at Lydia worriedly, who is still laying still on the ground.

"You really care about her, don't you?" Peter asks, making Charlotte glance at him.

"Shut up." Charlotte snaps.

"I'm just saying, I don't think you wouldn't have bothered this much if you didn't care, a lot, about her." Peter observes.

"She's one of my best friends." Charlotte sniffles, wiping more tears from out of her eyes before she crosses her arms.

"No, she's more than that. Stiles is your best friend, she is something else special to you." Peter shakes her head.

"I am not having this conversation with you." Charlotte shakes her head.

"I just want a father-daughter talk." Peter shrugs.

"Fathers don't willingly allow their kids to be kidnapped by Gerard Argent to be experimented on just to guarantee your own safety. Only to get screwed over after they escape, with the help of Chris Argent." Charlotte glares at her dad harshly.

"Collateral damage. Just look what it turned you into." Peter shrugs, gesturing to his daughter's glowing eyes.

"It turned me into a shapeshifting cat with emotional issues who doesn't like being touched otherwise she loses control and almost kills people." Charlotte points out.

"Don't forget the superpowers." Peter adds.

"Oh, how can I forget the powers that can easily kill you." Charlotte smiles sarcastically.

"So why haven't you killed me yet?" Peter asks with a smirk, making Charlotte falter on her answer.

Why hasn't she killed him yet?

"And what's all the 'don't touch me or I'll kill you' stuff?" Peter asks, making Charlotte let out a tired sigh.

"Being touched reminds me of what Gerard and Kate and all those hunters did and shit. It's pretty cliché, but it just... it brings back memories, then I lose control and burn shit down and try and kill people." Charlotte shrugs, trying to play it off so she doesn't break down in front of Peter.

She's never told anybody that before, and the first person to get a proper explanation out of her, is her father, of all people.

"All right, Jackson's on his way to get Lydia. He's gonna take her to... the... hospital..." Stiles trails, noticing the tension between the father and daughter.