#peter thorton

Beckett had been outside the door for hours now, howling to be let inside. It reminded him of that youtube video he'd seen, with the polar bear trying to break into the camera box as the guy tried not to himself every time it opened its acicular jaws trying to wrap them around anything it could find purchase on. Every comment speculated on how fucked he'd be once the bear broke through, if it's white say good night. He'd sooner swap places. At least he'd be there alone. "Open the door, Seth. You do not want to force me to break it down." He called, slamming something heavy against the lock. The clang of metal striking metal erupted Skye into hysterics again, fearful sobs wracking through her chest as Peter's eyes shot down iniquitously. Her hands covered her ears and Sawyer's covered hers, sort of huddled over her as she rocked. "Seth! I will burn this place to the fucking ground, so help me god! I am giving you a chance to fix this..." "I can hear you, Skye," He taunted, Peter lurched more than flinched as the bang set off again, this time louder. Heavier. If there weren't more pressing matters at hand, he would be certain he was having a heart attack. The constricting crushing weight in his chest made him paw at his shirt, fanning the sweat futilely as the beads rolled down anywhere they could find purchase. "Are you going to come out, honey? Or are you taking the ship down with you?" She let out an awful little cry that made Peter cringe back tears, his jaw taut. He should go out there, put an end to this but he couldn't find his feet. The fear gripped his spine, his belly, everywhere. He cradled his face in his hands for a moment, using the heels of his palm to wipe away the evidence. "I swear I didn't do it, Seth. Please, I didn't. I didn't know," She wailed softly. Sawyer shut his eyes for a moment with a grimace. Peter stood, his knees trembling as he mumbled some sort of acknowledgment of his movement. Truthfully his mind was as numb as his lips and couldn't remember what he'd said even as it was tumbling out. "I'll go talk to him! I'll explain!" Her voice sounded a thousand miles away. He staggered his way to the bathroom, turning the water as cold as he could get it before plunging his hands in, splashing them together aimlessly. "What did you do?" Peter jumped, the startled noise in his throat smothered by the breath he almost choked on. "Jesus, man. You scared me." "Lot of people scared today," He observed coldly. He should've known he knew. Peter had been hopeful he'd forgotten his joke. It had been weeks and just a few words out of so many. But of course, he knew. He'd practically told him. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen," he pleaded, shutting the tap off with a forceful slam. "But it is happening though." "I thought if Beckett was gone, we wouldn't have to be scared anymore. Seth's been worried that I wouldn't be able to defend us... I was trying to protect everyone." "You were going to let Skye take the fall. So you were never a saint," Sawyer bit, unconvinced. Peter shook his head instinctively despite his own lack of defense. "I wasn't... I'd never let him. I just... I didn't want everyone to know."