Keeper Of The Flame ━ pete mitchell [1] ?

EPILOGUE
List Of Names

The song: If you want blood (you've got it) played on the machine.

    Kate sat down next to Pete, prompting him to look at her. "Hey, okay, what do you want for a drink? 'Cause you really, really deserve it after all of that." Pete asked. "I will gladly pay for it."

    "Pete. I really don't want a drink."

    "Yeah, I know, you've been saying that for a while now. It's deeply concerning." Pete said, he looked at the bartender who had his back facing them. Pete went to order a shot of whiskey but Kate stopped him.

    "Pete... I don't want a drink." Kate repeated, hiding her smile.

    "But— but why? You know what— they actually have coffee here. And if you say you don't want coffee then there's something extremely wrong, and I'm taking you to the ER." Pete stated, ordering a coffee.

    He slid the cup over to Kate, only noticing the hint of a smile in her eyes and on her lips.

    "Okay, what's going on? You're scaring me."

    Kate drank her coffee, not answering him.

    "Something's goin' on. And I am gonna be the one who figures it out."

    "Well, technically..."

    "Technically? Technically what? Who knows, Kate?"

    "Viper, and Carole."

    "How the hell do they know and I don't?" He whispered.

    Kate stood up, looking at the photograph with the label 'Kansas City' on it. "Are you gonna stick around?" She asked.

    "Yeah. I guess, it's really nice here." Pete knew what she was asking. "And I don't think I could ever leave you if I tried."

    "So, you're not planning on running."

    "Not really. Why?"

    Kate smiled, sitting back down as she ordered another coffee. She poured the milk into her coffee. She took off her jacket and placed it on her lap. Then, Pete figured they'd walk to the other room.

    "Second time you stayed at my place." She hinted.

    Pete furrowed his brows. "Second time— oh. Yeah, that was nice." He recalled, but he was still confused. "You're not gonna outright tell me what's going on, are you?"

    "Nope."

    Pete looked at her. "The only things I know now are no alcohol and second time at your place... I mean, Carole and Viper know..." he trailed off, trying to put the pieces together.

    Kate sighed in annoyance, then Pete thought of one.

    "The only thing I can think of is—" The look on her face was all he needed.

    "Yeah."

    Pete started smiling. "Holy shit. You— you're— holy shit!" He whispered.