Neal Caffrey (ihaveabadge) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-09-27 12:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | neal caffrey, peter burke |
Who: Neal and Peter
What: A talk? An intervention?
Where: The Wilderness
When: Today
Warnings: Probably not but will update
Neal had kept up with his bargain to Peter and made contact with him in some way or another every day like he'd wanted. It wasn't to make small talk or even talk about anything important because if anything he'd purposely tried to distance himself or act cooly towards his friend. It was easier to stay away and he knew that right now he needed to stay away. Shannon wasn't in any danger from Rebekah by staying here, but Neal was more worried about her being in danger from herself. The battle against the leviathans had scared the shit out of him when he saw what had happened to her. Rebekah's blood had helped to heal her, but she still had nearly died. Again. Why the hell was everyone around here dying?
The problem with his little act was that Peter knew better. Neal knew himself better and that was the reason for doing it. He'd been the reason that he hadn't been on that plane with Kate when it had exploded. Running was all he'd known for a long time, but Peter and his job had changed that. Now? He wasn't so sure. Times were a lot different now. Besides, it wasn't as if he hated living with Rebekah. He'd been close to her a year ago about this time and he'd enjoyed the time spent with her. Less when she'd wanted to kill him for being a mole, but as far as he could tell they'd both moved past that. He hoped that they jad anyway. If he'd known about the plot to encase the two vampires in cement he probably would have warned her. Instead he was living the fine life of a clueless teenager.
One perk about living outside the prison was that he could walk around freely from the cabin and without a buddy to tag along with him. Shannon and Rebekah were staying in, but the day was nice outside and Neal wanted some air. He carried a gun with him in spite of his hatred for the weapon, but he hated the idea of being zombie food more. There was a stream that led to the lake and he started to follow it a ways. Sometimes he liked to sit on the rocks and stare up at the sky and clear his head. So many thoughts of what if and maybes clouded his mind and when it would start to become too much he knew he needed to be alone for a while.
There was a large rock that jutted out over the lake, so he climbed up and leaned back against it. The surface was cool in the shade but the sun had warmed it enough that it wasn't bad. He had been sitting for only a few moments when he heard a twig crack somewhere behind him. Neal sat up alert and went for his gun, but after a moment saw Peter coming out into the open and so he relaxed. So much for being alone.
"Hasn't anyone told you it's not nice to sneak up on people?" Expecting to see someone else with him but grateful that there wasn't, he smirked a little. "I sure hope you didn't use me as a buddy to sign yourself out when you left."