Healing | hisevolution
“Uncle Peter, it’s Laura. Look, I know you’re probably still recovering and all, but I’m really worried. He’s not even answering my calls anymore. I have no idea how to track him down. You know him better than anyone; all his little codes and names. Find him. Let me know he’s okay? I can’t leave New York right now.”
It was a voicemail Peter Hale couldn’t exactly ignore. Because his beloved niece was right; he knew the man in question better than anyone in the family ever had, but even he hadn’t heard from his nephew in a while. So he was prepared to find anything when he went to find his nephew. Despite still healing from his sixty-fourth skin graft, he was willing to go find the younger man. So he had packed most of his things (which wasn’t a whole lot; the only reason he even had clothes was because the nurses in the burn unit had purchased them - lightweight clothing was surprisingly easy on healing skin) and headed from Sacramento to the mountainous area just out of his hometown of Beacon Hills.
The mountains frame the Eastern side of the town limits like a carefully nestled arm cradling a baby’s head; and a fairly large portion of it was Hale property. Including the little cabin about six miles off the main path. Most didn’t notice it, but Peter found it with ease, driving slowly along the terrain and parking in the large gravel-strewn section that was a kind of parking area. He opened his door and got out, leaning against it for a moment. The chimney was smoking lightly; a fire big enough for just the living room, more than likely. He sighed, moving to close his door and walk up the stairs to the porch, a cane in hand to help balance him because sometimes the pain that would come from his skin healing made him dizzy and he’d lose balance. He walked to the front screen, arching a brow when he found it locked. That was something strange; the wood frame door’s little swinging latch had never been locked before.
"Derek?" He called out, knocking on the screen. "Derek, it's your uncle. Cone let me inside, please."











