Peter Hayes had done exactly the opposite of what he'd wanted. He'd cared for her, worried about her safety and well-being when he shouldn't have. 

The whole point on his being stuck with her was to protect her without her knowing, all she was supposed to know was the old Peter. The one who didn't care about anything or anyone and here he was carrying her into the bathroom again so she could shower.

When she'd stood on that glass he felt his heart race, panic setting in on him instantly.

After all she had thrown the vase at him.

He was supposed to be keeping her safe from Jeanine but he hadn't been keeping her safe from himself, and in pushing her away he'd essentially pushed her on that glass.

Well, of course he hadn't but, it felt like he had.

Then the following day when she stood up and he heard the pain in her wince as she stood from the bed had him move on instinct. Seeing her in pain he felt this urge to guard her, but the thought of staying away to her flashed to his mind. He watched her shake her head at his not helping her but he had to try and keep her safe from him. He had to push her away, he had to make her believe he was the Peter she met that first day in dauntless.

Then she hunched over the bed and no matter what his brain was yelling at him his heart overruled it.

He jogged the short distance to her and without thinking placed one hand on her back and one around her arm, the sensation of her soft skin against the rough skin on his hands had him briefly close his eyes and take in a deep breath before releasing it as he opened his eyes.

Just as he had done, she lifted her foot, the white bandage had turned more red than it's initial colour and he had to help her.

That had been exactly what he'd done.

Only, it hadn't been as quick and easy as he'd thought, thanks to his getting lost in the moment when placing her on the unit. His hands were tight on her hips, a feeling he'd missed. Touching her.

He let his want get the best of him for a moment. Digging his fingers into her skin before trailing his hands down her body, desperate to touch her bare thighs, her bare skin. It was softer than he'd remembered, it was hot and such a contrast to his skin. Although, he had felt the heat rising at something as simple as a touch.

He'd thought about all those times he'd kissed her, when he was allowed to touch her hips and her waist and her legs.

Sliding her thumbs over the top of her thighs in a swirling motion had been a step too far.

That had been when he'd seen her squirming at his touch. Immediately causing him to pull away and mentally scold himself for the sheer stupidity of his own actions.

Now the following day, he'd just placed her down in the bathroom again, ensuring not to touch her waist or hips again and turning to grab her a couple of towels, "I'll get that" he'd nodded towards the shower, indicating he'd turn it on to avoid her straining.

"You don't expect me to undress in front of you do you?" The sound of concern in her voice scorned him a little.

"Nothing I haven't seen before" he'd given what would be a typical Candor Peter answer. Something that had obviously worked when Piper scoffed and rolled her eyes, "unless you want to give me a free show, you can wait till I leave" he gave her a mocking smile.

She again hadn't properly answered him.

She did however watch as he stretched in to turn the shower on, his bicep muscles tensing while he did. It had taken Pipers mind off her pain so much she placed her foot down flat, immediately pulling her leg back up and toppling forward as she did.

Peter managed to catch the girl when she fell into him only he couldn't stop himself stumbling backward a few steps, into the now running shower.

Water engulfing the pair of them while he held her up by the underside of her arms.

Piper lifted her head to see Peter was getting the brunt of the soaking she'd brought upon them, she watched his hair start to flatten against his head, wet and curly.

The water then started to run down his torso, soaking his white T-shirt which of course showed all the muscle hiding underneath. Piper hadn't realised her bottom lip had found it's way between her teeth, also hadn't noticed Peter noticing her. The water ran down his arms in large droplets.

"Piper" he spoke up receiving a hum in response, confirmed she wasn't listening at all, "I think I'll leave you to it" he cleared his throat after speaking and watched her head snap upward to meet his looking down, her grip on his arms tightened due to her embarrassment of being caught, "I'll change the wet bandage when you're all finished up, just.." he now looked down, Piper had also been wearing a white top and similar to his it had turned see through. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed at the sight of lace beneath it. Piper tilted her head before looking down to find what he had been looking at. He had been looking at her breasts covered by a white lace bra that could now be seen so clearly you'd think there had been no top to cover, removing a hand from Peters arm she covered herself and Peter once again cleared his throat and tried to remember where he was in his sentence, "just give me a shout".

The entire time she stood there, trying to avoid the thought of the pain pulsating through her foot, all she could think about was him.

She thought of how he'd looked.

How much she was desperate to yank him down and kiss him until she couldn't breathe.

She'd since gotten out and dried herself off, wrapped the towel tightly around her body while letting her wet hair fall down her back, "Peter" she called out, "that's me out the shower, just give me a second to ch-"

She'd hoped he'd have heard her, he'd wait until she'd changed, though he had already opened the door before she could even finish her sentence, looking anywhere but the towel that covered her.

"I thought you'd have changed" he continued to stare upward as he spoke.

"Well, I was going to but, here you are so, shall we just get it over with?" She had an awkward thin smile appear while looking over at the first aid kit, still sat where it had been from the day prior. Peter simply nodded, pulling in a chair from the main room for her to sit on, simply to avoid what had happened yesterday when he'd lifted her.

Piper had been thinking about that too, she hadn't squirmed because of his touch, in fact, she wanted more of it, she'd just hurt the gash on her foot.

He gave the wound a quick, and rather strong cleaning, she lurched forward on the chair, gripping the handles of the chair, "ah Pete, be gentle" she almost barked at him.

He stopped the motion for a second looking up at her.

Pete.

By her widened eyes, he'd guessed she'd also realised just what she had said.

When it came to his wrapping a new bandage around her foot they both turned to look at the door which someone had walked through.

"Jack" she whispered seeing the face of the man whom she'd seen days prior. Peter didn't say a word, he only started to pin the bandage again before hastily speeding off as the new guy got closer.

"Hey, you could've called me to do that" the redhead gave Piper a smile, "might've been less awkward than I imagine that interaction would've been" he tilted his head out the room to Peter who'd taken the first aid kit to place it back in the drawer he'd taken it from the day before.

"It was fine" she tried to stick up for him even if she knew she shouldn't have, "would you mind waiting out there just until I change?" She smiled in return.

"Course" backing up a few steps, "you got everything you need?"

She had carried in a fresh pair of shorts, underwear a bra and a T-shirt, along with a zipper to cover when Peter had lifted her in before she'd gone in the shower.

"Yes" she nodded towards the clothing pile.

Jack had gave a curt nod before closing the bathroom door and making his way past the table Peter was now sat at to sit on the end of the bed.

"Why are you in here?" The dark voice came from the rather irate looking Peter, book in hand and refusing to look over to meet the eyes of the man who had no reason to be here, his job had been to guard the door and slot the food through when necessary.

"Can't a guy visit a lovely girl when he wishes?" Jack had a smirk cover his face.

Peter had to hold on the grunt he wanted to release.

"You work for Jeanine, you shouldn't be in here, flirting with the girl she's holding captive" he tried to make any point against the guy he hardly knew.

"Technically speaking" the redhead stood up, "you now work for Jeanine too" he looked toward the bathroom briefly before lowering his voice, "sounds to me like someone's jealous" Peter only scoffed at that, "I'm thinking I should request to stay in here with Piper instead, I believe she'd enjoy my company more than yours"

Peter stood up dropping the book on the table yet again.

"Over my dead body"

Piper creased her brows from the bathroom unsure if she heard someone raising their voice outside, shrugging it off in the end.

Jack stepped forward, "maybe then I'd get to fuck her" this caused Peter to lunge at him, bringing the tall redhead to the floor, and slamming his fist into Jacks cheekbone.

"Watch your fucking mouth" Peter hadn't now cared if Piper heard, which, of course she had, now changed she came flying out the bathroom even with the pain in her foot she stumbled toward where Peter sat over Jack who seemed to be smiling even while getting punched multiple times.

"Peter!" She yelled grabbing his bicep, "get off him!"

"Back off Piper" the dark haired boy whose hair had now dried, as well as the clothing he'd changed into.

She tried to pull him back, cringing at the pain running through her.

"Please" she begged.

That had him listen, that had him turn to look at her for a short moment, giving Jack the opportunity to swing up at Peter, fist connecting with his cheekbone and pushing him backward off his torso.

Only Piper stood between the two who stood up at the same time, placing her hand on Jacks chest, "I think you should go and get cleaned up"

"I'll check in on you soon" Jack kept his eyes on Peter even if he hadn't been talking to him.

Walking away with the smug smile finding him again as soon as Piper was no longer able to see his face.

Piper then turned back to Peter as soon as the doors closed behind Jack, "what the hell was that?" She wanted to punch him herself, she'd closed the bathroom door for two minutes to come out to Peter beating the crap out some guard.

"Leave it Piper"

"No! Why would you do that?"

"He needs to watch his mouth, maybe then I won't shut it for him"