peter skips school to hang out in the back room of the falcone garage, going over the plans of what will be the heist that nearly gets him killed. peter and dino are the youngest guys here; the rest of them are all sons and brothers of victor falcone's mobsters, mobbed up guys. peter's the only natural blond in the room and he has to admit that he's kind of thrilled to be here, because these are all guys that have done this kind of shit before and peter's new to it. so's dino, to be fair, but dino's victor falcone's youngest son; that gets him points.

what he's not expecting is for leo falcone to open the door to the back room and say, "hey, pevensie, there's a phone call for you."

"what?" peter says blankly.

"he says he's your brother."

"fuck," peter swears, and gets up, because he's going to kill edmund, and how the hell does edmund even know he's here, anyway.

he takes the phone from leo and closes the door behind him. "what the hell, ed," he says for a greeting, and then regrets it immediately when he hears edmund's voice, high and a little pained.

"hey," edmund says, "pete."

"what is it?" peter says, softening his voice.

"can you, um, can you come pick me up? i'm, um."

"yeah, sure," peter says, and goes back into the room to pick up his jacket. "i'll be back in a couple minutes," he says to dino, digging his keys out of his pocket.

"i'm not at the school," edmund adds in his ear. "i'm, um, i'm at the hospital."

peter almost keys his car. "what the hell, ed?" he spits, and then, "wait, no, i'm coming, i'll be there in a sec, hold on, are you all right?"

"yeah," edmund says, "i'm just, i -- no, not really."

peter possibly breaks two or three speed limits on his way to the hospital, but no one pulls him over, so whatever. he tears inside to see edmund sitting forlornly on one of the hospital chairs, holding an ice pack to his face with his left hand. he can't use the right one because it's in a cast up to his elbow.

"what the hell," peter spits out, bearing down on him, and crouches down in front of his brother. he tilts edmund's chin up carefully with two fingers, pushing the icepack away, and gets a good look at edmund's face. "who the fuck did this to you? i'll fucking kill them."

"yeah, um," edmund says awkwardly, and then looks to his left.

peter looks over too, because he can't not, and sees greg flaherty with his face beat all to hell and a cheerleader in his lap. "i'm going to kill him," he says again, and stands up.

edmund drops the ice pack to grab his arm. "peter!"

greg looks up. "hey, pevensie," he says. "your brother doesn't have your arm, although to be fair --" he makes a rude gesture, and only the fact that edmund's hanging onto him with all his strength keeps peter from ending it right then and there.

"i'll take care of you later," he spits. "you don't fucking touch my brother."

"peter," edmund begs, and peter says, "come on, ed, let's get out of here."