PIRATE: Pirate had been running night shift all that week and now that he was off, his internal clock hadn't shifted back to being a daywalker. So at 3 o'clock in the morning, he was rustling around in the kitchen, baking cookies. They weren't the complicated sort, just the roll of cookie dough sliced up and placed on a baking tray. Leaning against the oven, he waited for them to be done, eyeing the fridge for some milk.

TREVOR: Trevor wasn't a light sleeper by any means, but he too kept weird hours. Not because of work or anything like that but mostly just because he catnapped through out the day so there were times in the night that he woke and just needed something to eat or something to drink. When he smelled cookies he got up and headed downstairs to see who was up and who was baking. Of course he was ruffled to see that it was Pirate and he just grumbled to himself as he went to get a bottle of water so he could go back upstairs.

PIRATE: As much as Pirate hated the fact that Sigmund was alpha, he had to respect him. Deep down, he didn't want the other disappointed in him, so when he saw Trevor, he pushed down his desire to harass him and just watched him for a second. "These cookies'll be done in a couple minutes, if you want some." He offered. It wasn't really an apology, or an invitation, and it certainly wasn't a white flag. But it had an element of truce to it.

TREVOR: Trevor just shrugged his shoulders. His throat had more or less healed but his voice was still kind of scratchy and he didn't want Pirate to know that he couldn't talk without it being gravelly yet. He wandered over to the back door and just peered out the glass, looking into the darkness.

PIRATE: Pirate just stood there until the timer rung, and bent over to free the cookies from the oven. If the good smell of warm cookies didn't get Trevor, then nothing would and the kid could go back upstairs with no argument from Pirate. Getting out a plate, he hesitated, then brought down two.

TREVOR: Warm cookies kind of pulled him in and he wandered back over to grab one.  When he saw the two plates he didnt' say anything, just waited for Pirate to get them off of the tray with a spatula so that he didn't burn himself doing it with his hand.

PIRATE: He wasn't going to let Trevor ruin his days off, so he kept calm, even giving forth a somewhat friendly vibe. Giving him a nice pile of cookies, Pirate dished himself some second, which meant a lot considering his desire for power and place. Sitting at the little kitchen table, he poured himself some milk from the cold pitcher.

TREVOR: Trevor noticed that he gave him the cookies first so he waited to take them until Trevor had his too. Then he muttered a "thanks" which came out scratchy and sounded like he had a sore throat or some sort of cough itching to follow it.

PIRATE: Pirate kind of liked that, knowing instantly it was because of his grip on the bou's throat the other day. "You're welcome." He made sure his voice was clear and strong. "Are you going to stay and eat?"

TREVOR: "Do you want me to stay and eat?" he hated sounding raspy to pirate but the cat was already out of the back on that one, so to speak, and so he didn't bother trying to hide it.

PIRATE: "Yeah. I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want you to stay. I would have said: go away, Trevor. And I wouldn't have dished you up cookies. You gotta learn to read the signs." He took a bite of cookie which ended up being the whole cookie.

TREVOR: "How am I to know you didn't do it just because Sigmund told you to be nice to me?" he asked, cocking one eyebrow before he popped one of the cookies into his mouth. It was still hot but not so hot that it burned.

PIRATE: "Would it matter if he had?" Sigmund hadn't in so many words, but his look had spoke volumes about how he wanted Pirate to act to their guest. "You think I'd be nice to you on my own?"

TREVOR: "That's what I thought.  Thanks for the cookies." he wasn't going to stick around downstairs with Pirate if the wolf didn't really want him around so he just grabbed his plate and his water so that he could head back upstairs on his own.

PIRATE: "What the hell does it matter? You think I'm going to instantly like some intruder my alpha was to much of a hippie to turn away?" He stayed sitting, but he hoped his words alone would bring the cat back.

TREVOR: "I'm not an intruder. I'm just staying here for a while until I can go home.  I wasn't really given much choice in this matter, you know?  I just came here to mind my business until things blow over and then I'm going to go home and it will be like I was never even here in the first place."

PIRATE: "You think you're going home?" Pirate scoffed and shook his head. "If Pride wars are anything like Pack wars, there won't be shit for you to go home to." When full out fighting broke out, no one won it seemed. Pirate had seen it happen, and his parents had been killed, even though they took the peaceful stance. That's why Pirate hated Sigmund's diplomacy so much, his soft hand: lack of control led to annihilation.

TREVOR: "Well they aren't. I can go home when it's over." Though there was a touch of hesitation in his voice as he looked at Pirate. "Thanks for the cookies." He was going to go upstairs and be by himself because he really didn't want to think about the fact that his parents might not make it out of this alive.

PIRATE: "Don't leave," Pirate said, and for the first time his voice sounded genuine. He felt bad for what he said, about there not being a home left for Trevor. He was grouchy, but he wasn't totally heartless.

TREVOR: Stopping, he turned and looked back over his shoulder at Pirate. There was a touch of fear and uncertainty in his eyes but he tried to keep the look off of his face because he didn't want him to know that he was getting under his skin now.

PIRATE: Pirate stared at him, wondering if he was obeying or granting a request. "It sucks that your parents sent you away--you probably could have helped them a lot. You're a good fighter." It was kind but it was true as well because not a lot of people got the best of Pi.

TREVOR: "It wouldn't have helped.  My parents would have been too concerned over me and it would have gotten them killed.  They needed to be able to fight." And he liked to believe that that was the truth.

PIRATE: Pirate nodded, accepting that. "Still sucks," he shrugged and ate another cookie. "Do you want a sandwich?" As if that would help the situation, but that was the best he could offer.

TREVOR: "Yeah, sure." He ate another cookie and came back into the kitchen to stand against the counter.  Putting the plate on the counter he watched Pirate for a minute.  After a few minutes of silence he finally said, "I am going to have something to go back to."

PIRATE: "You don't need to hear me agree with that for you to believe it." And he wasn't going to agree with it because he knew better. Or at least he had a pessimistic view of the issue. He got into the fridge and took out the sandwich fixings. Working quickly, he made two huge, serious sandwiches. Setting them on the table, he gestured for Trevor to sit down.

TREVOR: Trevor slid into the seat and he pulled the plate with the sandwich a little closer.  He was honestly a little nervous to sit with Pirate now, especially since the wolf knew what would get under his skin now and it was a little upsetting to even think of it.  "Thank you."

PIRATE: Sensing the discomfort, Pirate sighed. Before taking a bite of his sandwich, he leaned back in his chair. "I wasn't born here, you know. I came to live here after my parents were killed. The alpha then took me in, but he made me work for it. I guess I'm just jealous you got Sigmund, is all." He gave him a look as if to ask: better?

TREVOR: A little bit better.  "If it weren't for Sigmund they would have sent me off to be alone somewhere, so I am grateful that I got Sigmund." Because this, being with people and being safe, was better than being alone and constantly wondering if there was someone that was going to hurt him.

PIRATE: Digging into his sandwich, Pirate looked perfectly comfortable, even though he wasn't. "Yeah, he should be our camp counselor, a regular fucking boy scout--helping old ladies cross the street."

TREVOR: "He is a bit of a goody two shoes, but I like him." Trevor thought that Sigmund was sweet and he thought if all wolves or lions were like him then they wouldn't have had this problem with war, but it just wasn't in their nature to be like Sigmund.

PIRATE: And Pirate didn't think it should be in their nature. He was omega material, through and through. The fact that he'd taken alpha--well, it was just wrong. "I like him too." Which was true, but he hated admitting it.

TREVOR: "Hard to tell sometimes." What with the way they treated each other or the things they said on occasion. But he wasn't going to bring any of that up, and instead just put his energy into devouring that sandwich.

PIRATE: "Have you met anyone else around here?" He asked, deciding that it'd be a good idea to change the subject away from Sigmund. The wolf could hear anything and the man knew well enough everything Pi thought of him.

TREVOR: "No, I haven't really met anyone else." He shook his head a little bit and just finished off his cookies. "I've been mostly keeping to myself.  There was a man named Clary that I met shortly but he didn't have much to say."

PIRATE: "You should make friends while you're here. Never know when you might need them. Besides, it'd probably make your time here easier." Not that he was offering his own friendship. Still, it didn't seem like he was denying it anymore.

TREVOR: "Well I like to keep to myself mostly but I might try to get to know some of the other wolves eventually." He missed being around other lions.  Sleeping in a pile when the sun was shining down on them.  It made him miss home and almost took away his appetite but he just finished off his sandwich and then stacked his two empty plates together.

PIRATE: "What sort of friends did you have back there?" He asked, and didn't sound as if he was asking to collect sore spots, but only because he was curious and wanted to know.

TREVOR: "Just my pack mates mostly. My best friend, he's aboy my age. I tried to ask if he could come too but they wouldn't have any of that.  He wanted to stay and fight." And Trevor knew that he was going to die. "I feel like a coward being here."

PIRATE: "You're not a coward; you didn't have a choice." That was logical enough and he shrugged, finishing his own sandwich and picking up all the plates to take to the sink like a good host.

TREVOR: Nodding a little bit, he put his head down on his hands and just watched as Pirate put the plates in the sink.  "What did the alpha make you do to get into this pack before it was Sigmund's?" He asked.

PIRATE: "Nothing specific." He said shortly and started washing the dishes by hand. He turned the water on loudly so that it could pointedly drown out any further discussion.

TREVOR: Getting the hint, Trevor got up from the table so that he could go on upstairs to his room.  Now that he had eaten he was ready to go back to bed and the fact that it was three thirty am was weighting heavily on his shoulders.

PIRATE: Pirate let him go, having his own limits. He finished the dishes and went to his own room to clean it up a little before going to bed as well.