"I don't know about this, Peter…" She said uncertainly.
"Cora, my dear, don't you want your brother to be happy? Don't you think he deserves it?" He asked, almost maliciously. His tone went completely over her head.
"But, he told us under no circumstances to go over there. I don't want to get in shit for this." she said, her voice worried.
"He's just afraid! Really, when he realizes what you've done for him, he will be very greatful." He reasoned.
She was silent for a moment.
"I guess I can."
"Good." He says patting her on the shoulder. "When she gets back, go over right away."
Charlotte smoothly pulled into the driveway with her silver Mazda x-5 .
She popped the lever to open her trunk before slamming her car door shut with her foot. The trunk flung open, revealing about a dozen grocery bags , piled to the brim. She exhaled loudly, and dramatically to herself, before beginning to try and balance all the bags in her arms. About 7 bags in, a chipper voice cut into her focus.
"Need a hand?". Charlotte looked over her shoulder to find a young girl, maybe about 16 or 17. The girl looked down at her, about 2 inches taller Her long raven hair and pale complexion left Charlotte with no doubt that she was her mother's daughter. She probably knew, but she was young and Charlotte decided to try and turn her away as nicely as possible. She gave her a smile and started turning around while talking.
"Oh, thanks for the offer but…". She dropped 4 bags off of the top. She huffed.
"Ok, maybe it wouldn't hurt."
"This is quite a bit of food." Cora said, following behind her into the house, holding 7 bags. "Does that mean you're staying for a while?". She sounded almost hopeful.
Charlotte huffed in amusement.
"Only for the week. I suppose all this food was unnecessary. I'll probably end up tossing of all when I head back to Brooklyn." She sighed as she dropped the 5 bags in her arms, onto the counters.
"You live in New York? Wow, what's it like?". Cora's voice had a childlike curiosity that Charlotte found endearing. She let out a chuckle.
"Nice, actually. Full of hipsters and you never run out of places for brunch."
"I've always wanted to visit new York." she smiles.
"Go." I say. "You're young, and if you put it off, I know from experience, you'll put it off 'till you have no choice.". She gives me a small, fleeting forced smile.
"There's no way my brother would ever let me leave the pack.". They both went quiet for a few minutes at the mention on him.
"This really is quite a bit of food." Charlotte said, trying to break the uncomfortable silence. Cora smiles a little bit.
"Well, it doesn't all have to go to waste. We can take what you leave when you leave." She suggests.
"I guess that won't be so bad. You sure that's alright?" Charlotte asks skeptically.
"Who's gonna turn down free food?" Cora grinned. Charlotte just smiled softly in response.
They finished packing away all the food in a comfortable silence. Charlotte let out a big sigh, leaning against the counter behind there, once they were finished, feeling exhausted. She looked over at the clock on the stove. The green numbering dimly flashed seven o'clock at her, and she let out a groan.
"You better head home. It's starting to get late, and I've yet to even think about what I'm going to make for dinner.". Cora's young hazel eyes lit up, and she grinned, with a bit of mischief.
"You could come eat at our house…" She continued grinning, looking hopeful.
"Cora, hun, you know I can't…." Charlotte was cut off.
"He won't be there. He took Laura along with him a few counties over to meet with some of our allies. They'll be gone for a week!". Charlotte stopped to think for a moment, but continued.
"Still, I don't want to intrude on you guys. It's fairly last minute." Charlotte tried to talk her way out. She did not want to step into that house.
"Please!" Cora looked at her with her big brown doe eyes, almost in a pout. "It's only going to be me and Uncle Peter, since the rest of the pack don't hang around much and he always cooks way too much. It will be fineee.". Charlotte sighs in resignation.
"Will you at least call him and ask? It would be incredibly weird for everyone if I just showed up." She tried to reason with the younger girl.
"Fineeeee." Cora dragged out. She snatched the phone from its reciever, and punched in a number. Charlotte could faintly hear a voice on the other end pick up.
"It's me"
The voice on the other end responds.
"Haha very funny Uncle. Can Char come over for dinner?" Charlotte flinches at the use of the nickname.
Another indecipherable response.
"I know I didn't need to, but she insisted."
Tori could have sworn she heard a chuckle. They exchanged a few more words, then ended the call.
"He says its fine." Cora says, turning towards her. "We can walk over now if you'd like?" Cora offers. Charlotte let out a resigned sigh.
"Alright, I suppose we should."
The walk was short, but Charlotte walked as slow as she could with out letting on how much she was truly dreading going in that house.
'Think on the bright side' she thought to herself 'Its completely different now, since being rebuilt. And its only Peter, what harm could he cause.'
And another chapter! Are you guys liking story so far? Remember to post review on whether you want Peter or Derek. Leave a review and let me know if you want more and what you like/dislike!
A guest reviewer told me not to do peter because he was too old which i kind of laughed at, because according to the medical files from eichen he is currently 58 XD. For the purpose of the story, Derek is 25 and Peter is 30. Charlotte is 26.
Next chapter you will see Charlotte and Peter interact. He is generally the same as the show, with slight differences in his demeanor, and he is going to start off much darker then the show.
Also my guest reviewer said that it would be weird for Peter to go after Derek's ex... There are much worse things on the internet. There are much worse things in canon tbh, Parrish, no matter how much we love him, is still kind of a pedo.