And You'll Be My Local Hero - Be My Role Model. And Don't, Don't, Don't Fail Me Now || Jeremy & Mila
Jeremy wasn’t sure of the exact moment that he lost the upper hand, just that he was now in a lot of pain, laying in the middle of a heavily wooded area with a headache to put to shame all headaches, an ache in his chest, a twisted ankle, swollen eye and lip, and probably a few contusions. As he stumbled to his feet to try and asses himself, he found it hard to differentiate between what was his blood and what wasn’t under the moon light.
He didn’t know where to go, but he knew the cabin with the Winchesters was probably the last place he wanted to go. He didn’t need to hear about the shitty decision he had made to take on a few of the growing-pack on his own.
Well maybe not the LAST place, he certainly didn’t want Maggie seeing him like this. Right. It looked like his options was to go to Mila’s.
As he hobbled up the wooden steps to her front door he prayed to something, someone, anything that she wouldn’t be hysterical or anything.
Before he could get the motivation to raise his hand to knock on the door it was being yanked open and in a whirlwind of dark hair and commands he was on the couch and Mila was sitting in front of him, all but hyperventilating. Jeremy reached for her hands, stilling them for a second, catching her gaze.
“Hi sweetheart.”
He said with a wry smirk.
“I’m okay.”
Jeremy knew that wouldn’t pass as an explanation but he didn’t feel like being lectured right now.
“I knew where some of the pack were having a party tonight so I dropped by. Uh, to say hi and you know, party and stuff.”
Ahem.
“But it was going fine until, yeah, I don’t really remember what happened. Will you look at my ankle, it might be broken. Also you should never answer the door without checking who it is, especially not right now. You hear me?”
Why? Why did he have to be hunter? Why couldn't he just...go to college and sit at home or be normal? Why couldn't they both just normal and live in a normal town where no one had to walk into their houses bloodied and beaten? As much as Mila wanted answers to these questions, she knew she'd never get them nor would they ever become a reality. So, she'd sit here and take care of him just as he would for her.
Clenching her jaw, Mila shook her head, squeezing his hands in hers, "Don't 'Hi sweetheart' me, right now. Have you seen yourself? Do you have any idea how scared I am?"
And god, was she scared. He wasn't dying, so that was a plus, but Mila could smell the wolves on him. Already she felt her blood boiling. If they'd gone after Jeremy because she'd left the pack, she'd flip her lid and throttle them. No one fucked with the people Mila loved.
Taking another deep breath, Mila leaned forward, her forehead lightly pressing against Jeremy's. He was okay. And as much as she wanted to scream and yell and cry at him for being an idiot and going in alone, she couldn't.
Wincing, Mila pulled back, tilting her head to the side, "Jer. Baby, I know hunting is your thing and I have no doubt you're good at it, but you can't do that. Not alone. For this reason right here. I feel like I'm going to puke up my heart right now and no one wants that visual...ever."
Mila choked out a laugh, a tear finally rolling down her face. Smiling, she wiped at her face and moved to look at Jeremy's ankle, propping it up on the table. It was swollen and bruised - definitely broken.
Shooting Jeremy a glare, Mila rolled her eyes. "I could smell you, Jeremy. I knew it was you. But I got it. No more answering the door without looking."
Grabbing an old splint from the first aid kit, Mila set Jeremy's ankle, wrapping it quickly before rejoining him on the couch. "You'll need a cast, or at least something sturdier than that, but it's better than nothing." Letting out a sigh, Mila placed a hand on Jer's cheek, moving it to run through his hair only to return to the side of his face.
"Please, please, don't go alone again. You know I'm not going to ask you to quit; you wouldn't listen anyway. But...this. You covered in blood and bruises, I -- I can't do this all the time. I already worry about you, and do not tell me not to, it's a natural reaction. So, for me? Please?"










