𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇, stiles stilinski

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𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆

Breathing slowly, the blood soaked bandage began to slowly peal away from Lia's wound. Peter paced the length of his bedroom, listening intensely to the girls beating heart. A few hours had passed since they left the hospital, and neither girl seemed to be healing. Stiles had hesitantly left Aurelia in the care of Derek and Peter, knowing they needed all hands on deck in order to save Melissa and Noah.

Groaning softly, Peter moved over to the powerless Phoenix. Reaching for her forehead, he barely had to touch the damp skin to feel the heat radiating from her. "Christ." He muttered to himself.

"I'll be fine." Lia assured, drawing in a shaky breath. Biting back a laugh when he jumped.

Ears pricking up, Peter fought the urge to go downstairs on the sound of his niece spluttering up what he could only assume to be blood or more mistletoe. "Go." The blonde instructed. Peter shook his head. "Peter. I'll be fine for a couple minutes, go."

Rushing off downstairs, Lia attempted to readjust herself before giving up miserably. Closing her eyes, in defeat she sighed. Discomfort and pain only becoming more intolerable.

Feeling two hands hold her upper arms, she was lifted and placed into a more comfortable position. Sighing gratefully, she opened her eyes and smiled.

She found that quickly her smile dropped, content being swiftly replaced with fear. "I'm guessing your here to kill me."

The man chuckled. "Quite the opposite."

Lia's eyebrows raised in shock as she analysed the man before her.

"Devon crossed a line. He's been dealt with."

"Dealt with?" Lia repeated, cautiously.

"He's dead. I believe the punishment fit the crime. Miss Blake managed to weasel her way into his head. I had instructed them all, that you were untouchable."

"And why is that?" Lia questioned, genuinely. Knowing she needed a conversation with Roman as soon as possible.

"As I think we could be of use to each other." Deucalion answered.

Nodding thoughtfully, Lia looked up at him through her damped eyelashes. "What deal do I have to make for you to heal me now?" She bartered, knowing nothing ever came this easy to her.

"No deal. Just righting a wrong."

Holding out his hand to her, a small glass vial rolled across his palm. The white liquid swilling as it slowed to a stop at his fingertips. Somewhat hesitantly, she picked up the vial and pulled the cork. "Bottoms up?" She shrugged, figuring she had nothing left to lose. Seconds following her drinking the contents, Lia watched as the wound covering her stomach began to heal and the surrounding blood began to dry.

Lia touched the skin on her stomach and breathed a breath of relief. Nodding to him, Lia laughed before thanking him genuinely. Almost forgetting he couldn't actually see her.

"Apologies for your top." He smiled, gesturing to the damage he could only assume were done to the top when she was stabbed.

"It's actually Scott's, he'll just have to cope."

"I'm sure he's got bigger fish to fry." Standing from the bed and unfolding his cane, he walked towards the window. "Fight like hell." Smiling to herself, she raised her line of sight to Deucalion only to find he had vanished.

Fight like hell.

That was Ivy's go to phrase throughout her time in Greece. Whenever Aurelia felt down and trapped away from her family, Ivy would stand her up and pull her together. The more she fought, the quicker she could return home. It now only dawned on her, how much she missed the peace she found in Greece. She only wished she had appreciated it when she was there.