the_debt_of_time

"I'm not going anywhere, mate. At least murder-wise. I do need to get the fuck out
of Britain for a while, though, since apparently I'm being targeted." Sirius sighed,
wondering what the plan was going to be. He had known it was a bad idea coming back,
but he had been holed up with Dark wizards, Voldemort loyalists, and future Death Eaters
for months in Bulgaria and needed an escape before he completely lost his mind in the
process.
"You should go find Moony. Keep each other safe," James suggested.
Sirius scowled as he remembered his last encounter with the werewolf. "Fuck
Remus."
James's hazel eyes widened, and he looked between his best friend and the door,
which Lily left through, waiting for a moment as though she would come running back in
to hex them both for yelling and cursing within Harry's hearing. "What the hell
is that about? Are you two still on about that fight you had? That was almost a year ago.
And you know you were both wrong. You need to get over it."
Sirius sighed in consternation. "Just... It's nothing. I'm paranoid," he said,
scrubbing his palms down his face. "I'm having some trust issues with him. Plus, it's not
like the bloody fucking wolf writes me."
"Isn't he undercover with a pack?"
"That's what Dumbledore says."
James nodded as if Dumbledore's word was final in all things. Despite his own
admiration of the man, Mia's dislike of Dumbledore always made Sirius rethink his loyalties.
Then again, Mia'd had issues with a lot of people, and Dumbledore was doing his damndest
to keep James, Lily, and Harry safe.
"If it's what Dumbledore says, then it's true," James insisted. "Pads, I've never
understood the relationship you have with Moony, especially when you throw my sister in
the middle of it. But he's family. He's Pack. Hell, he's the whole reason we're Pack. I trust
him the same way I trust you and Wormtail. It's dishonourable to mistrust your friends.
We're all each other has left in this world."
Sirius looked at James, who embodied Charlus the same way that Mia always
embodied her mother. Dorea and Mia were loving, determined, cunning, and a little scary
because they were so intimidating; Charlus and James were loyal to a fault. It made Sirius
feel inadequate most days.