Elijah sighed slightly at Will’s words. “I’d love to help, truly, but even I’m not getting in between that. It’s best to just let them get it over with and then fix it” he told him, watching the pair carefully. Something would have to be done about this little situation, but nothing would be accomplished until they both got it out of their system and moved on. Only then would they be able to start to deal with the issue of Gray’s wife. Elijah hadn’t known her personally, but he’d heard some good things about her, and he couldn’t even imagine what Gray would be going through right now.

His disappointment only rose as Gray retaliated to her. “Gray-” he began before closing his mouth. Eli knew sooner or later, they’d both get sick of this and just give up, hopefully. His face contorted to one of confusion at the apology to Will. He realized too late what it meant. Sighing, he sat back down, giving up on stopping them. If they wanted to kill each other, that was up to them.

Hannah felt the blade being ripped from her, the ground hard against her back as he pushed her down. Before she had the chance to react, she felt the harsh pain in her shoulder, yelping slightly as he pushed the blade into her. Quickly enough, she noticed him being pulled off her again. Her hand went up to the blade, taking a few breaths in steady herself, she pulled the blade out, hissing at the pain. Pushing her hand down onto the blade, she glared over at him, noticing the other man had gotten in between them once more. She could hear them talking, but couldn’t quite focus on the words, her mind preoccupied with the beautiful image of getting rid of him.

Getting up slowly, she winced at the ache from her shoulder. Leaning against the wall once more for support, Hannah’s smirk was long gone. She ignored the pain in her shoulder, moving away from the wall. Quickly stepping in between the two men, she twirled the blade in her hand. “Oh you wanna kill me? Come on, pretty boy. I’d love to see you try” she whispered to him.

Hannah glared at the other man, her eyebrows raising. “Are you serious? I’m not showing respect to this fucking dog who doesn’t know when to take a damn joke. That’s on you buddy and I’d seriously watch your mouth” she told him, her anger rising. Moving to the side to look at him again, she looked at him, the disgust clear on her face. “Watch the attitude” she muttered to him. Sighing once more, Elijah got up. Joining the three of them, who seemed to all be glaring at each other. Giving Hannah a final look, he stood in between the pair, just as Will was.

“Will’s right. You two need to stop this shit. You’re both adults, stop acting like fuckin’ children” he told the pair, giving them both glares. Nothing was going to change until they settled down a little. Pausing for a moment, he gave them both a chance to say something. Luckily, Hannah didn’t. She was continuing to glare at Gray. Elijah doubted he’d be able to fully calm this down, but this was better than them trying to rip each others’ throats out. “Enough, okay, Hannah, I’m serious” he added, before stepping back carefully, watching the two of them.

Hannah finally looked away from him, her eyes rolling slightly. Now that things had begun calming down, she noticed the blood that had been pouring from her shoulder. Scoffing, she ignored it. Noticing Elijah’s stare, she grimaced. “Whatever, fine” she snapped. Running a hand through her hair slightly, she moved away from him, knowing that even if she couldn’t do it now, she’d make him take back his words. One way or another. Moving away from them, she plonked down into a chair, trying to keep as far away as possible from the literal dead body she’d forgotten was still in the room.

Hannah rolled her eyes, listening to the two men talking. Every atom in her body was yearning to retaliate but the look Elijah gave her told her to keep her mouth shut. Biting the inside of her cheek, she turned away from them. Picking at the sleeve of her jacket, she listened quietly. She looked up in surprise as they agreed to stay. She hadn’t actually expected them to agree, but Elijah did have a point. As much as they’d hate it, it probably wasn’t the safest idea to have them walking around in the middle of the night.

Elijah nodded, “I’ll show you. Hannah, just, please, stay out of their way” he told her, waiting for her to agree. Once she had, he gave her a final glance before moving away. Grabbing a few spare bedding supplies, he showed them to a separate room, the furthest one he could find from Hannah. There was no way he was risking another incident. Leaving them to talk or whatever they wanted, he left once again, making his way over to his own bed, glad to see that everyone was still asleep, the whole racket hadn’t woken anyone up.

Hannah noticed them leaving, and left too, returning to her spot. Before she went to bed, she grabbed a cloth and some bandages, cleaning up and covering the small wound from where that asshole had literally stabbed her. Wincing at the slight pain, she wrapped herself up in the blanket, staring outside until she eventually fell asleep. After what felt like seconds, she found herself squinting in the dim light. Hannah had kind of gotten used to getting little sleep, she usually woke way too early for what she’d like. Groaning slightly, she turned over, wincing as her shoulder ached.

Sitting up, she heard voices coming from another room. Standing up she figured what it was about. Walking over to where she heard the voices, she sighed. A few people who were already awake, standing around the body on the table. Clearing her throat, she raised her hands. “Guys. out. Don’t worry about it, we’re dealing with it. Out” she told them, noticing the grumbles and looks she received, soon enough, the room had cleared once more, Elijah had woken as well, walking over to where he was sitting, Hannah sat down next to him. “Soo, what do we do now?” she asked him.

Hannah jumped slightly as she noticed Grayson entering the room. She didn’t know how long he had been there, or how much he had heard. Hopefully it wasn’t too much. She knew as much as she had wanted to get her payback, Elijah likely wouldn’t have the patience to stop either of them from killing each other as he had last night. Giving a glance to Elijah, she noticed the prompting look he was giving her. Sighing in agreement she nodded. “Fine. I’m sorry too. I should have known that a prick like you can’t take a joke. That’s my bad” she told him.

Elijah felt his head fall into his hand. That wasn’t the apology he wanted, or needed from her, but part of him knew that was as good as it was going to get. Standing up, he leaned against the arm of the chair. “Moving on, were you guys all okay last night?” he asked Grayson, hoping to change the subject before things started to escalate again. Hannah scoffed at Elijah’s reaction, knowing he’d likely just yell at her later. Sometimes he was ridiculously condescending, acting weirdly like an inexperienced father, but most of the time, he had a point.

(Ack, hella writer's block, I am so sorry)

Hannah shrugged slightly as he accepted her apology. At least he wasn’t going to be a dick about it. That was progress in her mind. Although, his wife was killed like the night before. She doubted he’d really have the energy to be having another argument with her. Turning away from them, she let him leave without saying anything else. She could feel Elijah glaring into the back of her head, otherwise she would have likely made a snarky comment. But sometimes, even Hannah knew when it was too far and just plain rude.

Soon enough, Elijah had left, likely to help the other man, Will she assumed his name was, with preparations or whatever. Hannah had been moping around the building, unsure of quite what to do. She didn’t have any patrols or anything scheduled for today, most days she’d just hangout with Elijah but since he was off somewhere, she didn’t really know what to do with herself. Wandering around for a few minutes, she finally groaned and grabbed her jacket. Grumbling to herself, she left the building, unsure of where she was heading. Hannah gave a quick greeting to the patrol leaving, noticing the previous one just returning.

It had been about twenty minutes since she had left and by now, she didn’t even quite really know where she was, but that was a problem for later. She’d find her way back, eventually. Hannah knew if she just kept wandering around she eventually would begin to recognize something that would help her find her way. Glancing around her, she noticed a pair of legs hanging over the edge of a building. Frowning, she made her way over to it, slowly making her way up to the roof. A part of her was hoping it wasn’t another dead body, there tended to be a number of those around.