Who: Peter Hale & Rusty Beck What: Dealing with the runaway ward When: Tuesday Evening Where: Peter's place Warnings: TBD Status: Closed/Ongoing
When he had gotten the text from City Council about taking in another ward, Peter had thought about it for about an hour before agreeing. He had the extra room, so the new kid wouldn't be in Sam's old room, so he had said yes. Of course, he had not a damn idea what he was getting into.
The kid was a mess. Rusty's chemo-signals had been all over the place, and he'd been jumpy as hell. And within two hours of being shown to his room, the kid had bolted. Peter, of course, had put out a call to the authorities, and went about his evening. The next morning, Johanna had been on his doorstep with Rusty. And it was rinse and repeat for the last week and a half. Peter was getting more than a little frustrated with things, and pissed that Stilinski was gone so he couldn't get advice for this shit.
Dealing with werewolves was so much easier. And they were less breakable.
Tonight, he wasn't giving Rusty the chance to bolt, and had instead pointed the kid towards the kitchen as he shut the door behind Johanna.