Honeymoon (R)

Loika was worn out from the trip here. Taking a couple of planes and a boat to get to where they needed to go. It was a small Island in the virgin islands called St Thomas. By the time they put their stuff in their room at the hotel, unpacked, and she changed into her suit she had already fallen asleep on her towel on the beach.

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Peter burst through the door and nearly fell to the ground with his bags. "You know, we didn't even have to take the damn plane...I could have gotten us here with no problem. But since we are here, might as well enjoy it." said Peter throwing his luggage whatever he could shove it. Not that they couldn't steal stuff if they needed from someone.

As Peter was talking to himself, he thought Loika was listening this whole time. "Wifey?" asked Peter, not getting a response, his heart begun to jump in fright. Where did she already go to? We just got to the island, for christ's sake, thought Peter as he looked around. He noticed her crap lying around and then clothes leading outside to the beach. He followed the trailer, and then saw her already napping or whatever she was doing. "Wow, that was fast." said Peter to himself as he  walked back into the house.

Loika was dreaming. The dream was more of a nightmare though. She was dreaming Mackenzie was talking to her. All of the sudden out of darkness came shadowy hands that grabbed Mack and pulled her into the darkness. The dream was so real she sat up on the towel she was laying on quickly and looked around. " Peter!? Peter where are you?!"

Peter's music was blasting full volume in his ears. Much would go through to him, if anything with those things in. Since Loika was now sleeping on a beach, he had taken some time to put away his and hers clothes. Just so there were less bags in the room, taking up all the free space. How long were they going to stay there? Peter had no idea, but it was amazing to be away from everyday stress of having to deal with someone attacking them, having to fight for their lives everyday.

Not paying much attention to Loika, Peter continued to sort out their clothes when something caught on the side of his eye. A shadow of some kind. His heart began to race as he looked at Loika. He pulled out his ear buds out. She looked slightly worried. "What's wrong darlin'? Did you have a bad dream or something?" said Peter putting the last of his clothes in a drawer and clothing in. "Don't worry, we are all alone here. With no one to bother us." he smiled, kicking the luggage under the bed.

Loika hugged him tightly. The dream scared her really bad. " Do you think im just being paranoid? Im worried about the girls... You know how hard it is for me to relax."She babbled into his chest. She wanted to tell herself she was just being paranoid but something felt horribly wrong in the pit of her stomach.

Peter smiled as Loika wrapped her arms around him. "Yes, you are definitely being paranoid." said Peter, chuckling. "Have you seen what our daughter can do? With Katt's help, I don't think she has anything to worry about. They can defend themselves and if that doesn't make you feel any better. Jason and Sara are there to watch them, they are not completely alone." Peter patted Loika's arm as he stood up. "They will have to learn to fight on their own eventually, why not now?"

He was happy being away from New York. The craziest city in a whole country. It was their honeymoon. Peter didn't want to spoil it with talks about safety. They will be fine, he kept reassuring himself in his mind. "So, what do you want to do? We've got this whole place to ourselves."

Loika laid her head on him. you're right. I need to let the girls care for themselves. I guess im so used to fighting for their lives i dont think about it anymore. And it is nice to have the place to ourselves...no yelling at claire to take her dead rabbit outside...no telling mack not to mind control the mailman. I think we can find something to do together." she smirked at him before leaving in to kiss him.