"Hello Peter." Crossing the wooden floorboards to meet him, Gen wrapped her arms around herself, causing the older man to tilt his head,
"Bit sour today, Gen?" He mocked, causing her to frown,
"Mmm, I was just thinking about something." She told him, half expecting him to already know what she was going to say,
"And what's that, darling?" Gen paused, her eyes locked onto him. He was wearing a white shirt and a long black trench coat and his back was against the wooden staircase that she had never been up for as long as they had been inside the shack. "Are you going to speak?" Peter insisted, a slight impatience in his tone of voice. Gen took a small breath before she moved closer to him,
"I read a letter... it said I had to choose between the Glue and the Leader." She said, Peter was silent as she continued to speak, "It was addressed to the Phoenix. That's what you call me." Pursing her lips, she crossed her arms over her chest, causing Peter to push himself from where he was leaning and move towards her with a smirk,
"And what would you be implying?" He asked, "I've helped you conquer your fears, when was the last time you had a nightmare?" He mocked. Gen smirked,
"Feels like I'm in one." Stepping back, Peter placed a hand over his chest and gasped dramatically,
"I'm hurt, Gen." Adjusting his jacket, his mocking tone changed to a serious one, "Now, answer me. What are you implying?" Shrugging her shoulders, she allowed a small smile to creep onto her lips, further infuriating the man before her.
"How about we talk about the Glue and the Leader. Who are they?" She asked in a demanding tone of voice. Peter raised his eyebrows at her,
"You're going to talk to me like that?" When Gen didn't give an answer he sighed heavily, "The Glue is Newt, the Leader is Minho." He answered. Gen frowned,
"But, Alby's the Leader." She argued. Peter tsked,
"For now." Shaking her head, Gen shrugged off his comment,
"Fine. What does that letter have to do with anything?"
"Nothing. You've already made your choice." He smirked. Gen frowned, crossing her arms over her chest and watching as Peter examined his hands,
"And what would that be?" She spat bitterly. Glancing up at her, a looked at her for only a second before he smirked and dropped his gaze back to his hands,
"The mighty and power Leader of course." He announced, "Rumour has it little ol' Newt's not too happy. He's been hanging around Alby and avoiding interactions with you. Poor kid." Moving forward, Gen shoved him with all her might, only to have him rock back on his heels and then grab both of her wrists, "No need for violence." He smirked, "Especially when we're on such good terms." Fighting his hold, she glared at him,
"Go to hell." She hated the way he spoke about Newt as if he was just a subject to be thrown away when the Creators had no further use for him. Pushing her back, Gen fell to the ground with a thud, looking up at Peter who towered over her,
"You have your mother's eyes." He mused, tilting his head before he knelt down in front of her, "Tell me that you love him." Scrambling back, Gen stared at him,
"Who?"
"Minho." He scoffed, "Who else would I be talking about?"
"I don't love Minho." She replied. Peter merely laughed,
"Right, seventeen year olds fall into infatuation, not love" He replied, "It's clear that you're not nearly as infatuated with Newt as you are with Minho." As Gen scrambled back further, Peter stood, stalking towards her with his fists clenched, "Damn it, Gen! Just say it! Just say it and it can all be over!" He cried at her,
"And what will be over!? What are you talking about!?" She screamed back it him, her back hitting the wall. Peter, realizing what he said took a breath and unclenched his fists,
"Wanna know the funny things about fires?" He asked, his tone suggesting that no matter what she said, he was going to tell her anyway. Gen voiced no reply, her eyes locked onto his; she had never seen the hurt in his eyes before, like looking at her brought him a great pain she would never understand,
"Tell me." She replied, using the wall to force herself up, "What's the funny thing about fires?" Peter paused,
"They all need a spark, love." Gen smirked,
"Now, what's the funny part?" Leaning towards her, Peter narrowed his eyes,
"I know for a fact that Minho's the spark that lit your fire, sweetheart." His tone came across as somewhat bitter and aggressive. Gen stared at him, she could have replied in hundreds of different ways, but she naturally chose the most devastating one,
"Who lit yours?" Peter was silent, his eyes fixated onto hers,
"I think it's about time we end this." His tone trailed off as he spoke. "You should wake up anyway." That was when the realization set in that their entire conversation was a dream and nothing more. Turning her back on him, she moved towards the door, something she had never done before,
"Genevieve. Where are you going?" Peter snapped. Gen didn't turn to look at him, but she could hear his heavy footsteps behind her, "Gen! Genevieve!" He called over and over before he spoke a name that seemed more real to her than her own name "Lexi!" Stopping dead in her tracks, she repeated the name over and over in her head, she knew it, she knew she did. She just couldn't remember. As Peter placed his hands on both her shoulder, he spun her around to face him, "Do not move towards that door again." He spoke with a serious tone of voice, Gen could feel his fingers digging into her arms,
"Are you real?" She finally forced herself to say, causing a smile to form on Peter's lips as he released her from his hold,
"Curiosity is a dangerous thing, darling." That was the last thing she heard before everything went black and she awoke in her hammock.