#cord:lex

Lex had been bottling things up again.

He thought he’d landed on his feet for once when Cord said he could stay for as long as he needed to. Once he’d settled in, though, without the worry about food, shelter and his medical costs as a distraction, Lex had nowhere left to hide from his trauma and the emotional issues that stemmed from it.

He hadn’t even meant to get carried away like that, just vent a little of the anger and frustration that was eating away at him. Hell, Lex didn’t even know he was capable of it, but the last thing he intended to do was explode damn near half of all the lightbulbs in the bar. He wasn’t even aware he’d affected anything that far from where he had been smashing the shit out of an old t.v that was lying out near the edge of the property until all the lights went out.

Even so, Lex looked just as surprised at what he’d done as Cord did, and he was too freaked out by it to even bother trying to hide the fact that he’d been crying.

There had been no storms in the area, the evening full of clear skies and a light, cool breeze. One of those nights that normally would have had her just perched on the top of the water tower, idly drinking and staring out over the grounds. But not tonight. No, tonight she was standing out past the garage, brows lifted in surprise as she stared at her son’s friend, not having expected that to happen.

“You uh, wanna tell me what the goddamn fuck that was, kid? Cuz that’s a little more ‘n makin’ sparks jump between yer fingers.” 

He shouldn’t have left the bar.

That was the only thought that kept looping through Lex’s head, blaming himself for the situation he’d ended up in despite there being no indication of what was going to happen so he never considered that he was in danger in the first place. Not until he ran into a face he recognised from out west. Why they were suddenly now in Eureka of all places, Lex couldn’t understand, but he wasn’t given the luxury of finding out before he was cornered and jumped.

The next thing he knew, he was coming to on a filthy mattress in an abandoned warehouse that smelled like rotten meat, hands bound behind his back and duct tape over his mouth. That was maybe a week ago at his best guess. It was hard to keep track between not seeing the passing day or night and being tortured and beaten.

Finding out where Lex had vanished off to had been far from easy. There were several things Cord was good at, but tracking spells had never been on that list. Which had her reaching out to friends and trading favors to get the location.

Any other time, she would have taken her time, made slow work of killing anyone that dared to touch her family, but she knew Lex. Knew he was already a fairly delicate kid and she didn’t have the time she would have liked. Which meant a single shot to the face when she kicked the door in. 

Cord knew Jay had brought home a friend, had been warned he was human, but that didn’t make it any less...startling to turn around to a perfectly normal kid in her kitchen. Truth be told, she couldn’t think of the last time anyone so completely human had ended up on her property and she wasn’t sure how the hell she would be able to keep him safe there. Frey had been less human and even that hadn’t gone over too well when Dylan had been thrown into the mix during a full moon.