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I’m going to cry a but

“Not really. I’ve been on the backwoods’ side of this country shoved in the back corner. Pretty far from major politics for near three hundred years,” Stefan replied. There was a slight smirk that said it wasn’t strictly true and that he dabbled, but lightly and from a distance. Mercy contented her curiosity with a large cup of ‘I’d really probably rather not know’ and pulled Adam’s dress shirt closer to her face. Stefan, for all his many flaws, had been remarkably good about the fact Mercy needed a friend even more than she needed someone to help her while wheelchair bound.

  “Did you know that Hoover was probably the biggest lesbian ever?” Mercy suggested about two hours later. Stefan was immediately sure she’d probably taken too much pain medication, but any less and the restlessness would leave her prone to injury. better a touch giddy and sleepy then sour, grumpy, and in pain. Stefan smirks. He knows where this is going and usually he’d let Mercy get her way, but the chance to remind her that he’s well read and lived through all the American history relevant to the joke is too priceless.

  “Yes, I did. He has a dike and a dam,” was Stefan’s crass reply, the small smirk growing wider. “I’m pretty sure that if we’re going to watch a special on the New Deal, I will remember most of it. I still read the newspaper back then,” he teased.

  Mercy rolled her eyes and grumbled lightly. She never usually told offensive or off-color jokes and while she was socially responsible enough to see their potential pain and damage. Right then, she was disappointed at losing her punchline. “Spoil sport,” she muttered under her breath. “Next thing you’ll tell me is you know who killed Kennedy… actually, please don’t tell me that. I like living with some ignorance,” she replied, head lolling against the pillow propped up under her chin.

  Stefan smiled. It had taken a full two minutes to get through that idea and while on it, she’d missed the sound of footsteps on the drive way. She didn’t miss the scent of cologne at the door or the key in the lock. The vampire remained long enough to nod politely to the alpha wolf and listen to his gruff greeting of, “I might know that one, though!” followed by his quick, “I’ll talk to you later.” Stefan was through the shadows in an instant. He intruded enough with Mercy.

  Mercy turned immediately to Adam’s direction, glowing, despite her mood and her injuries. Her smile wasn’t quiet from cheek to cheek, but her guard dropped and her posture slumped into a carelessness that shows how much safer she felt with Adam in their territory. “Mine,” was the soft growl that slipped past her lips as she tracked his movements across the floor and to her wheelchair.

  He was careful with her injuries, having calculated them well before his trip and pulled her from the contraption into his arms. “Bedtime,” was his reply,voice thick with pushed down concerns over how his mate had pushed away their pack. He would address that with them tomorrow, though. In the meantime, he would insist on giving back rubs and sharing every inch of her skin she’d give him access. He’d bask in the presence of his mate and tomorrow figure out how to wash her hair, preferably not under the sink faucet if he could help it. It might need to include seran wrap or super strength, but that just made it more challenging and he always liked a challenge when it involved Mercy’s smile.

He carried her upstairs. He could tell that for the first day or two of his trip, Warren and Ben had been at hand to help her up here, but that she hadn’t slept in their bed for a few nights. She hadn’t wanted the vampire to carry her up. He appreciated her knowing just how territorial he could be of their bedroom. He also knew she’d probably been in a revolving door of his gym shorts and his t-shirts to help get over all of the casts. She curled her head against his chest and he tucked her into bed without complaint. She did growl a little when he took his time to settle in and change out of his suit. He laughed as he shuffled out of socks. It was good to know she felt the same way about him coming home.

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Damn, I could murder that boy.

You absolute monster.

Fuck.

Okay, let me see.

I”M CHOOSING LIBRARIANS BECAUSE I AM CURRENTLY IN DENIAL, DO YOU UNDERSTAND. 

Scorcese is hysterical, I love him.

OT3, BABY.

That is the best news ever. I’m so happy for you.

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