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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Peter_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Allison_Argent/
      Isaac_Lahey/Scott_McCall, Isaac_Lahey/Scott_McCall
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Peter_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Allison_Argent, Isaac_Lahey,
      Sheriff_Stilinski, Jordan_Parrish, Kate_Argent, Scott_McCall, Cora_Hale,
      Claudia_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Alpha_Derek, True_Alpha_Scott_McCall, Alpha_Peter, Good_Peter_Hale, Hurt
      Derek, De-Aged_Derek, Alternate_Universe_-_Canon_Divergence, Female
      Stiles_Stilinski, Panic_Attacks, Drunk_John, Verbal_Abuse, Child
      Abandonment, Slow_Burn, Adorable_Jordan_Parrish, Alcohol_Abuse/
      Alcoholism, Past_Alcohol_Abuse/Alcoholism
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      Published: 2015-11-03 Updated: 2016-01-30 Chapters: 10/? Words: 20284
****** Balance of Power ******
by Luken411
Summary
     Stiles wakes up after the defeat of the Darach with abilities she
     never thought she could have. Digging into her mothers past she will
     find just how tied she is the Hales and the supernatural world.
Notes
     Hello everyone! So this is my first fic.. ever. So please be nice.
     I'm going all out and pushing myself to create a nice plot while
     attaching some canonical events in. Critiques are welcomed, in both
     plots and writing errors, but once again please be nice.
     *** Ratings and Tags subject to change
     ---------------------------
***** Power Surge *****
Stiles ended the call and sat back with her father. Relief was etched into
their faces as the tension left the cellar and were resigned to wait for
rescue. Allison was gripping her father's arm like a life line and Isaac
maintained a close proximity to Melissa, obviously relieved she was ok but
still awkward to show it. Her own father had her in a crushing hug. She met his
eyes and opened her mouth to offer an apology for lying when pain her body
locked up. She felt the power shift hit her, like a shock wave, it crashed into
her. She gasped and doubled over, squeezing herself while she felt she would
come apart with the sensations running through her. It started in her chest,
like electricity.Gasping for breath she crumpled against her father's chest.
The current grew stronger spreading through-out her body. She heard her dad
above her shouting something in her ear.
“Stiles! Are you hurt?! Whats going on!” They knew she had crashed her Jeep on
the way here. He immediately assumed an injury had caught up to her no that
adrenaline had seeped from her. She was turned and locked eyes with father.
Desperately she tried to explain, ask for help, but nothing but gasps escaped
her mouth. The panicked face of her father slowly blurred until everything
faded and she succumbed to the pain.
___________
 
The first thing she could feel was a deep throbbing at her temples. She wanted
to curl into a ball and wait for the migraine to pass. She startled when felt
tape pull at her arms when she started to move. Sitting up fast, she quickly
recognized the room around her before a wave of nausea hit her. Dropping back
down on the bed she surveyed her surroundings. A hospital room… great. She was
alone and the windows were dark, so she could only assume it was late at night.
A slight pang of disappointment hit her, she had hoped to see at least her
father there. Well, I supposed he should be in a bed of his own considering he
had been stabbed and kidnapped.
Considering she was alive and well means someone came and rescued them from the
root cellar. She also hoped that came with the defeat of the darach but she
isn't going to dwell on that long. Interrogating Scott is just another item
added to her list of “Things to do once she escapes the hospital”.
Lost in thought she startled when the door opened and Deputy Parrish slipped
inside cradling a cup of coffee.
“I hope you brought me once” she rasped, wincing at how rough she sounded and
then giggled as she watch him jump out of his skin and slosh the coffee onto
the floor.
“I'm pretty sure Ms. McCall would murder me if I gave you any sort of caffeine”
He snarked while giving her a brilliant smile, “I'm glad you are awake, you
gave us a scare.” Now composed he settled into the chair next to her bed and
checked his watch.
“Your father is next door… sedated. He was putting up quite a fight about
seeing you. They will probably keep him under for the night. It's only 2 a.m.
so it's going to be a few hours.”
She frowned at that, but in all honesty she probably would have reacted the
same if she had been separated while awake. She had a lot of questions but
Parrish was the last person she could ask. Why weren't any of her friends here?
Was everyone ok? It wouldn't be the first time she was stuck in awkward
situations with the police. She like Parrish and wasn't looking forward to
lying. She didn't even know what cover story they had told.
“Stiles? Do you want me to get the nurse?” He asked looking concerned. She
zoned out for too long. Apparently her adderall had worn off.
“Yeah, just trying to remember what happened.” Subtly probing for answers.
“Oh, yeah you had a pretty nasty accident. Scott said you had taken off to
drive around the preserve to look for your father. They brought you in along
with Ms. McCall, Mr. Argent, and your father. I think someone was sent out to
site of the accident. They said to tell you your baby will be back in your
driveway by the time you are released.” He chuckled at her strange attachment
to the Jeep.
“Right,” She started hesitantly, “That sounds familiar...” Hoping she was
pulling the innocent confused face well. She sent him her best doe eyed smile
and his concern melted slightly.
“How are the others doing?” She asked hesitantly.
“Your Father's injuries were nothing major, he was suffering from a mild
concussion and dehydration along with Ms. McCall and Mr. Argent. Mr. Argent is
still here but Ms. McCall was went home with Scott. Oh! Scott said that if you
woke up to tell you that he would be back by tomorrow morning. Isaac Lahey
checked in on you at about 11 and then went to get Allison and her father some
clothes to change into for tomorrow.”
She was relieved that everyone was doing well. There were some people missing
from his answer, but she would have to wait until Scott came to get more
answers. As for the last part… well… that was surprising, her and Isaac were
allies in a sense but she never thought he would ever show actual concern
towards her. I suppose he could have been checking on her for Scott but she’ll
take what he can from the idiot. He was becoming a solid figure in Scott's life
and therefore hers.
She eyes drooped slightly as she felt some relief ease the tension in her body.
“I'm going to tell the nurse you woke up, try to stay awake while I’m gone. Im
sure they are going to want to examine you quickly before you can go back to
sleep.” He said softly while gently wiggling her wrist.
Parrish never left the room. seeing as he was dressed in his street clothes she
could only assume he was with her at her father's personal request. It was
comforting to know as she slipped back into unconsciousness after the nurse
flicked off the lights again.
***** Chasm *****
Chapter Summary
     She should have known better, should have seen this coming. Her
     father was broken from her lies and now she sees the extent of the
     damage done.
Chapter Notes
     ****Trigger warnings This chapter describes a panic attack. Verbal
     abuse and parental drunkenness.
     I will alter tags in necessary. Please let me know if I should add
     any further tags. I dont want to surprise anyone.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Flash back
“Mommy, what's wrong?” Stiles asked. With no response she crawled onto the bed.
Her mother was sitting with her legs crossed, idly staring at her hands.
Hunched as though cowering, he hair cascaded in front of her hiding her face.
Stiles squirmed her way under her face and looked her mother in the eyes. Her
hair creating an illusion of privacy for them both.
Upon seeing her daughter's face, Claudia withdrew herself from the terror that
was threatening to crush her. Her sweet, beautiful daughter needed her to be
strong. Who knows how much longer she will have any sense of clarity. The
poison was already affecting her thoughts. It was subtle but enough to be
missed by her husband but soon she wouldn't be able to hide it.
“Mommy's not feeling well Malisica,” She sighed, how was she supposed to teach
her daughter when she wasn't even old enough to experience the shift. ‘she
might not ever’ a small voice whispered to her. It would be both a blessing and
a tragedy. Another fox line could end… but then she would be safe. “I need you
to listen to me very carefully love, Mommy's going to get very strange,” she
paused as her daughters little face scrunched in confusion, “I need you to
understand that from now on, no matter what I say or do, Mommy will always love
you and Daddy. I know you don't understand but Mommy might start saying things
she does not mean and I need you to remember, OK?”
“OK Mommy” Stiles said smiling her best smile. She wanted her mommy to smile
too.
Warmth flowed through Claudia as her daughter smiled. Her little kit was going
to have a hard time but she hoped she never lost that. That ability to care and
love. Not even 8 and already going to face an unimaginable tragedy. She had
been lucky. Hunters found her mother when Claudia had turned 23.
She could only hope the poison wouldn’t twist her to badly. Carding her fingers
through her daughter's hair she told her she was fine (for now) and to get
ready for bed.
She shuddered remembering what her mother had gone through. This was a
different strain. Engineered and impossible to duplicate outside of the
greenhouse that grew it. The Hales would try, if they knew. She wouldn't let
the pack hurt themselves storming hunters territory. There was only one Alpha
here and her abilities were never needed. Hiding her scent she remained a
friend of Talia but never revealed herself. It was always to risky for both her
family and the pack. Hopefully Talia would notice her daughter if she shifts.
Teach her even. She couldn't anymore, not with the evil pulsing through her
blood. ‘Please Talia’ ,she prayed to herself, ‘take care of her.’
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She slowly woke, desperately holding onto sleep. The beeping of the monitors
was pulling her towards awareness, like a leaky sink. Sighing, she opened her
eyes and stared at the ugly ceiling tiles in her room. It was quiet, but she
could hear murmurs outside her door. She glanced over to were Parrish was last
night to find it empty, except a jacket. So someone was with her still. She
hoped Parrish had been relieved and got some sleep. With her dad out of
commission and most of the deputy's way to new for her father's liking, he
would most likely have to step up to fill his roll. Her father trusted him,
confided in him. It was good he had another veteran in the station for him to
connect to. He lost a lot of friends and Parrish had quickly filled that role.
Looking closer at the jacket, she recognized it as being a woman's' jacket and
judging by its size and quality she knew exactly who it belonged to. She
considered calling out for Lydia but held herself back. Despite the location,
the quiet was a relief. No evil being to outsmart or werebaby to go rescue. Her
relaxation could only last so long until her mind demanded stimulus. Without
her Adderall it would only get worse.
The conversation outside grew louder and she started recognizing the voices.
One of them an irritated Lydia and the other, well he continued to surprise, a
pleading Isaac. She heard Lydias voice quickly over power the conversation
outside. Wishing she could hear what they were saying, she sat up and
considered disturbing the peace in her room once more.
Sighing she called loudly, “Lydia?”
Both voices stopped and the door burst open. Within seconds she got an armful
of strawberry blond hair. Her perfume quickly overpowered her senses, and she
toppled back.
“Oh Stiles!, I was so worried! Don't ever do something like that again!
Seriously, driving off in the middle of that by yourself, what were you
thinking?!” ,She had switched from crushing me to grabbing my face. Holding my
head and forcing eye contact. Oh my god did she have to look so ridiculously
perfect the day after we all almost died. I rolled my eyes and gently removed
her hands from my face and cradled them in my lap.
“I didn't exactly have much of a choice Lyds. It's just a concussion, so calm
down and tell me what happened.” Stiles said calmly as she leveled a ‘seriously
crazy’ look. Lydia, because she's Lydia, Switched gears so fast that it would
seem it was the previous concern was an act to an outsider.
“Well,” she said briskly,”your discharge papers just showed up so now we can
deal with your father and Peter with the Pack.” Stiles stomach dropped when she
tried to remember what state he had been last time she had seen him. He was
fine, right? A little on edge with the whole almost buried alive thing but fine
and Parrish said he needed to see her but he was stable… so if there's nothing
physically wrong then what….
“Oh my God, he's freaking out isn't he!? This is why i didn't want to say
anything! Has he shoot any of the wolves?! Oh my God I bet he has!” She yelled,
shattering what was left of her peaceful morning. She could feel Lydia trying
to calm her down but she was too busy ripping out her IV and stumbling out of
bed. She looked around and found some clean clothes laid out on the chair on
the far side of the room and immediately started dressing.
“Stiles slow down. Hes fine, hes home. Well he has been yelling at Scott for
the duration of the morning but other than that it's OK. Derek was the one that
shifted for him. He only got a shoot to the leg, so no harm… sort of.” Lydia
quickly explained in hopes of slowing Stiles down.
“I need to go home Lydia. He isn't going to calm down, especially if he's angry
at Scott of all people. Are you going to take me or not?” Stiles bit out as she
stared down Lydia. They held each other's gaze for another minute until Lydia
sighed dramatically and grabbed her jacket. Both girls stormed out of the
hospital almost leaving behind a freaked out Isaac in the waiting room.
They drove in awkward silence until they were almost at her house.
“Pullover,” Stiles ordered. She sat for a minute , taking in her home. The
camaro and dirt bike were both in the driveway. Lydia had pulled up two houses
down and waited until Stiles angrily got out the vehicle. “Take Isaac home,”
Stiles said hastily as Isaac attempted to interrupt with some line about
backing her up, “No Isaac, I’ll be fine. If he's freaking out now adding
another werewolf to the mix isn't going to help.” She knew her father well
enough that there was probably alcohol involved and didn't want to trigger
anything with Isaac. Looking to Lydia she got a curt nod and she shut the door
to watch them drive off.
She was at the end of her driveway when she heard the yelling. ‘God, why did
the send these two to explain things to him.’ Muttering about emotionally
constipated idiotic werewolfs she slid into the front entrance.
“Shit,” Stiles screeched as she ducked to avoid being hit with a now empty
decanter, “well that was unnecessarily dramatic Dad.” She stood up and met the
bloodshot eyes of her father. Glancing to her right, she saw matching horrified
expressions on Derek and Scott's face. Rolling her eyes she went back to her
stare down father. He was pretty far gone but probably still aware of his
decisions and will remember things still tomorrow morning. Remembering the
years after her mother passed, she knew her father's stages of drunk.
Breathing haggardly, her father slide down the wall he was using as support and
glared at her as though she shouldn't have ducked.
“Well, now the fun is really going to start,” He slurred, turning to the
wolves, “You can get the fuck out now. I think my daughter and I need to have a
little chat.”
Both of them stood their ground until Stiles spoke, “You can go guys. It will
be fine. He probably isn't going to relax with you too here anyways.” She hoped
she sounded reassuring, knowing that her heart beat was to erratic from the
situation to give her away. Knowing her father, she was in for a long night of
yelling, but that didn't mean those two had to witness it. Scott seemed to be
searching for answers on her face, so she put everything into her mask of calm.
Seemingly approving of what he saw he started walking towards the door pushing
Derek along.
“It's fine guys, really,” She said as she gave them one final push out the
door. Standing there, she waited until both vehicles had pulled away before
closing the door and resigning herself to her fate.
“Really Stiles! Fucking Werewolves and Kanimas and Hunters and and and…, He
fathers starts sputtering working into a true and ugly fit, “ You have been
lying to me for 9 fucking months! You have been kidnapped, committed felonies,
watched people get murdered, got me fired and rehired and not one time did you
have the decency to let me in on what the fuck has BEEN GOING ON!”
“Dad I…” She mumbles attempting to break him off before he starts snowballing
again.
“NO!” He screams , “You do not get to talk right now! Did you think it was
funny?! Seeing how lost I was at ever turn, watching our relationship go down
the drain?! ANIMAL ATTACKS! HA! Oh my God Stiles I am at my wits end with this
shit just a few months ago I had to try to explain how the entire station was
slaughtered and then stormed by people with high powered weapons! Its amazing
they didn't start investigating everything sooner!”
“I was trying… I didn't think.. What investi…”
“Shut Up Stiles,” He grunted as he struggled to his feet. Staggering towards
her, ignoring the stream of tears and confusion on her face, he continued. “Why
should I let you defend yourself? Huh Stiles?! So I can hear more lies and
excuses? I don't even know you anymore! My own daughter left me alone, in the
dark and grasping at straws for months, while I watched people die. And for
what? To ‘protect me’” He sneered. She was trembling at this point afraid to
move, because she was so torn as to what she was supposed to say or do to fix
any of this. ‘but it's all supposed to be over,’ she thought, ‘we are supposed
to be good no… at least better.’ But he was right, every action or inaction she
did to protect him had in turn hurt in some way. Left him vulnerable to angry.
She deserved his anger, but also knew she had done exactly what he would have.
She wanted to hug him and storm out of the house. But instead she stood there
while he got closer. Waited till he was so close he could smell the alcohol on
his breath.
She jumped as he slammed a fist into the door next to her head bracketing her
in.
“Get out,” He he finally whispered after what seemed to be an eternity. “Get
out and don't come back. I have done everything for you. I can't trust you,
ever. You lied so easily, so why should I ever assume the truth will ever come
out again.” She stood in shock as he continued to stare her down so close to
her face yet so far. She felt a chasm open up in her chest and all she wanted
to do was to hug him and have him squeeze her back together again.
“Did you not hear me Stiles,” He said switching to a cruel mocking tone, “Grab
what you can in the next 5 minutes and leave.” Still frozen in place, she felt
his words bounce around her head as she refused to comprehend. He growled
fisting the front of her shirt and threw towards the base of the stairs.
Landing in a heap, she scrambled up and ran up the stairs. She wanted to hide
in her room and let it blow over, but she knew she couldn't. An invisible line
had been crossed and she needed to get out. She dashed around her room in auto
pilot, grabbing her essentials. She could come back and sneak in while he was
at work if she forgot anything. She grabbed her school things, cell phone
charger, and packed another bag like she was going on a fucking vacation… ‘No’
she thought to herself, ‘Not a vacation… she was being kicked out of her home.’
One last sweep of the room and she slipped back into the hallway. She must have
been secretly hoping he had fallen asleep in his usual chair and that he would
forget this all by the morning, but he wasn't. He was standing impassive at the
foot of the stairs. Arms crossed glaring up at her. Without a word she walked
numbly down the stairs. Maybe he would stop her, maybe at the last second he
would grab her and say sorry and take back everything, but he didn't. He said
nothing as she walked past him, slipping her two bags over her shoulders. He
simply followed her out the door and watch as he grabbed her old bike from the
weeds next to the garage and ride away.
She rode blindly away from him and their home. Riding until she started gasping
for air, not from biking, but the soul crushing panic and despair filling her
chest. Skidding to a halt somewhere on the outskirts of her neighborhood she
fell off her bike and sank further into the panic, further away from reality of
what happened until the world darkened and she sank into unconsciousness on the
side of the road hidden from view.
Chapter End Notes
     I put up the next chapter right away instead of waiting a week
     because I wanted to push through this particularly emotional chapter.

     Flash back to right before Claudia started show signs of her mental
     instability
     Not all sunshine and daisies I'm afraid but like everything in teen
     wolf, its going to get a little dark before you see the light at the
     end of the tunnel.
     BTW. I'm looking for someone to review my work pre-posting. If you
     anyone is interested please let me know! :D I know my writing could
     use a once over.
     Next posting should be later this week or this weekend.
***** Changing *****
Chapter Summary
     Stiles looks for space to reflect.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
‘This is ridiculous,’ was her first thought as she slowly sat up and groaned at
the residual tightness in her chest. Yanking out her phone she let out a breath
of relief. Shed only been out of the hospital for a few hours now. At least she
doesn't have to add the shame of sleeping all night on the side of the road to
the reasons why tomorrow will suck. Collecting her things and righting her
bicycle and started pedaling towards town. She didn't want to deal with anyone
right now. Especially anyone from the pack. She just wanted to sleep and think
things through, but she needed to find a place to do crash.
 
 She was just about to circle back and go to the McCalls when she remembered
the abandoned depot Derek used when he was hiding from Gerard. Ms. McCall is an
amazing woman but she want to handle her dad herself and that woman would have
started a rampage. It wasn't like she was justifying what he said to her but
she couldn't help but understand what he had been through these past months.
He's had dark times before and they made it through it. Calling Parrish would
probably be a good idea. He was quickly becoming a standing figure in her life
and trustworthy in her father's eyes. Hell her dad had trusted him to watch her
last night at the hospital. If… No when she got through this with her father
she might even ask him to be brought into the loop with the supernatural. With
the pattern of events so far she can only assume her Dad's going to be involved
again and he could use the support at the station. Now it just came down to
convincing the wolves.
 
  Lost in thought, she sprayed gravel as she almost passed the decrepit
entrance. She hid the overgrown landscaping and carefully entered the building.
Her cellphone was the only light she had and honestly she hadn't ever actually
been inside so the threat of tinnitus was probably going to be an ever present
thing for her. She entered one of the cars that looked the least dilapidated
and was overjoyed to see an old worn mattress and even a GENERATOR! Fist
pumping she skidded next to it and check the gas. Seeing a decent amount she
switched the switch. Immediately the construction lights flew on across the
building.
 
 “Just for today and tonight,” mumbled to herself as she got settled. She
turned off the majority of the lights to save power and plugged in her phone.
The next few phone calls were not going to fun but it needed to happen. She
would rather get this settled rather than be bombarded by the pack after school
tomorrow.
 
To: Scotty
Hey my Dad's sleeping it for now. Steer clear of the house so he can cool down.
BTW is still need a rundown on everything I missed.
 
To: Strawberry Blond Goddess
Thanks for the ride. Sorry for being rude. You said something about Peter?
 
She stopped to consider texting Derek but she figure Scott would relay what was
necessary. She couldn't really imagine him texting especially when replying to
her. Whatever sourwolf could deal. Lastly, she pulled up Parrish’s number. She
new the guy was swamped with the being the temp Sheriff but she needed an
outside to handle her dad. Melissa would be angry and frankly Chris sort of
still scared her.
 
Picking up on the third ring she got a crackly, “Hey Stiles whats up?”
 
“Not too much, are you still at the station?” She said as she looked at the
time. ‘When the hell had it turned 5:30?”
 
“No,” He sighed sounding relieved, “I’m finally headed home, the majority of
the case is technically FBI jurisdiction so not a lot to do… and if you are
finishing for anything, it also means I don't have a lot of info.”
 
She chuckled at that. Of course he had been warned about her need to pry into
cases. “I actually wanted to ask you for a favor… for my Dad.” she said
hesitantly.
 
“Ok… What's up? Does he need to go back to the hospital?” Sounding concerned
she heard a car blinker go off in the background.
 
“No.. um,” she mumbled, “Don't get mad, but he's kind of… well drunk…,”
cringing at the idea of someone seeing him in his current state, “It hasn't
happened in a really long time and frankly I couldn't handle it. I practically
ran out of the house. He was way further gone that I thought. I didn't know who
to call,” because really, her Dad had been right about losing a lot of people
lately, “and I know you guys have this whole veteran bond thing going on.
There's frozen dinners and he is probably passed out anyways I just don't want
him to be alone and.”
 
“Stiles!,” he shouted, silencing her. She heard him take a deep breath and
continue, “Will he be alright if I grab a change of clothes first or should I
head straight there?” Letting loose a breath she didn't know she was holding
she felt relief flood her system.
 
“No he should be fine. Just don't tell anyone.. please? He's been good for so
long and he just needs someone to be their for him. Like, like a silent support
kind of thing. He's just overwhelmed,” (understatement of the year), “and he
needs… well an adult looking after him. I would have stayed but I just…
couldn't,” She had started crying at some point because the boxcar was blurry.
 
“It's ok Stiles, you were right to ask someone for help. Are you going to be
there later? Are you staying with someone? Or do you need me to come get you?,”
He said with a soothing steady voice.
 
“No I'm staying at a friends house for tonight, and will probably go straight
to school tomorrow morning. I'll have my cell on me so if you can just call
me.” rubbing her eyes dry she was vaguely aware of him responding with
something reassuring and then saying their goodbyes. Her Dad was being taken
care of, and frankly that was all the mental power she was going to use for the
day on that particular situation. She would deal with it later when neither of
them were drunk or stressed or fresh out of the hospital. Jumping at the
vibration in her hand she quickly looked to see a few texts pop up from when
she had been on the phone.
 
From:Scotty
Sorry in I freaked your dad out. My mom had tried to fill him in the best she
could while in the cellar but Derek thought we should go over and clarify.
After school we will meet at the Derek's loft and I can fill you in there.
Nothing bad. If you see Peter call or text someone please. :D
 
‘Riiiiight that was infuriatingly vague.’ Rolling her eyes she sent back a
thumbs up and didn't bother trying to get answers via text from Scott. Lydia
would hopefully be better.
 
From: Strawberry Blond Goddess
No worries sweetheart.
Peter might be crazy again so steer clear until we can explain tomorrow
 
 She wanted to strangle Scott through the phone, because “Nothing Bad” and
possible crazy Peter do not match up. Tossing the phone to on the mattress she
went to stand to explore, only to be hit with an overpowering wave of nausea.
She had been fine two seconds ago but it was like her body went from 0 to 60 in
the I hate you meter. sinking back onto the mattress she felt spit pooling into
her mouth, fighting the urge to heave she stuck her head between her legs to
avoid looking at the now spinning room.
 
After a few minutes she looked back up and slowly sat up. It seemed to pass
just as fast as it came. Breathing out a sigh of relief, she started rummaging
through her back for a bottle of water. Breaking open the cap she took a small
sip when pain flared in her hands. She dropped and bottle and doubled over
staring at her hands in terror. Black claws were pushing their way out past her
human finger nails. Screeching, she scrambled back as if to get away from her
own hands.
 
She hadn't been bitten! Right?! They would have told her if something had
happened after she had passed out. The electric  feeling was spreading from her
hands to her chest. The electricity seemed to build as she watch black fur
cover her hands and spread up her arms turning red. Wiping her arms desperately
she became frantic as if she would wipe it. The charge in her chest started
burning getting hotter and hotter as she a blinding white light blossomed in
her eyes.
 
 After what felt like hours the burn faded leaving her feeling achy all over.
She was scared to look, scared to move as if ignoring would take back what had
just happened to her. She went to carefully move her hand in front of her face
when she froze… it had bent...wrong. As if… Panic building she looked down she
saw a small black paw where her hand was supposed to be. Leap to her feet (all
FOUR of them) she spun around the boxcar for a mirror. Catching sight of
something reflective in what used to be drivers cubical. she dashed inside to
see a small mirror propped up on the old controls with what looked to be left
over make up basic bathroom supplies. She craned her neck to see the mirror was
tilted the wrong way for her to see herself. She was probably only a foot and
half tall she could see shit. Praying her coordination had improved she lept up
onto the stool sitting in front of the mirror. She took a moment to relive in
the fact she hadn't face planted she turned to look at the mirror.
 
 Staring back at her was a fox.
 
 
 
[FireFox]
Chapter End Notes
     Picture source
     http://photoanimal.ru/main.php?g2_itemId=642
     seriously why is there not a Jordan Stiles Friendship tag
***** Ultimatum for Help *****
Chapter Summary
     Stiles still shocked from her transformation considers an unlikely
     ally.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes


Struck dumb at what her reflection showed her, she didn't notice she had backed
away until she slipped off the edge of the counter. She fell on her butt with a
loud yip and twisted around awkwardly to right herself. Stiles could feel
tremors coursing through her body as the panic set it further. She couldn't
understand how this had happened.  Desperately she went through every possible
way to wake herself up from this supposed nightmare but nothing was working.
When her last attempt at biting herself didn't work she let herself sink to the
floor in defeat. Cover her muzzle with her paws she succumbed to her panic.
 
 Not seconds when by when a soft scratching noise drew her attention. Survival
instincts amplified by her current form immediately stomped down the panic and
made her spring up from her submissive position on the floor. she slipped out
of the cubicle she slinked towards the entrance to the boxcar. Still crouched
and waiting to spring she shot a quick look around the doorway to look for the
source of the sound. Not seeing anything she realized she had more heightened
senses at her disposal. While the noise grew louder she had no visual on the
source so she took a deep breath. ‘This is ridiculous,’ she thought. She has no
idea what she was supposed to be scenting. No baseline and no training. Lost in
self deprecation she twitched at the strong smell of forest that hit her. In
the middle of an abandoned rail station the scent had no place. Timidly she
peaked a glance into the station again to see none other than Peter walking
towards the car. Remembering Lydia and Scott's warning she quickly ducked
behind the generator, hoping the noise and smell of the thing would keep her
hidden.
 
  Peter trudged into the boxcar, shoulders slumped and dark circles under his
eyes, she had a flash of pity for him before curling her tail around herself
 and tucking up under the pallet the generator was on. She watched as he sunk
onto the mattress and fell back with a small groan. Getting a closer look at
him she noticed other than the circles under his eyes he seemed to be fine. Not
that you can see crazy on the surface but he didn't look like he had been
running in the woods or stopping by after another revenge filled killing spree.
She took another deep breath and noticed that underneath the deep forest smell
that was a tangy smell of soap but no blood. Testing out her new abilities she
attempted to focus in on his heart beat. She had assumed that after he had
closed his eyes he would fall asleep and allow her to escape unnoticed.
However, her luck decided to continue its downward path when her phone lit up
and the stupid R2D2 beeps filled the silent space.
  Peter flinched and sat up quickly looking for the source of the sound. He
quickly spotted her phone and grabbed it. She noticed his nostrils flare and
his eyes narrow as they darted around taking in the pile of clothes on the side
of the mattress and her bag. She suddenly became horribly aware of her own
heart thundering in her chest giving herself away.  Forcing back a whine that
started at the back of her throat and attempted to curl into an even small
ball. Peter crouched forward on the balls of his feet, his eyes trained in on
the generator.
 She freaked out about what he was sensing. She knew her scent should be
different than her human form, but would he know what she was? Would he know
she was anything beyond a normal fox? Stiles mentally berated herself for
letting herself get  trapped in the car  ‘Shit shit shit shit,’ maybe she
should act like a fox… ,’how the hell does a fox act? Shouldn't it be natural?’
Distracted by her own mental freak out, she startled when a set of glowing red
eyes  flared under the pallet meeting her own. An Alpha! No wonder they were
saying Peter was crazy again. He had wasn't exactly the model of control and
logical thought last time he had been an alpha. But it didn't make sense, Derek
and Scott were clearly alive this morning so how had it happened?
 Still locked in his gaze she felt frozen as if the mere look alone was forcing
her to freeze in place. Later she would think about how awful it must have been
for scott in the beginning, if he had this level of dominance over him. Right
now though, she had to come up with a way to get out of here alive. A deep
growl vibrated out of him, shaking her to her core. She remembered Derek's
effects on the police dogs and reacted as similar as possible attempting to
keep her identity a secret. She hissed and felt her hackles raise. Peter only
smirked and reached under the pallet to grab her.
 
  ‘Didn't think I would see any animals your size this far into the city.” He
mused, shooting his hand forward to grab her scruff, “Oh well, I'm sure you
will find your way back to the preserve eventually.” She felt limp in his grip
as he dragged her out and stood. Peter looked at her closely as he stood and
held her in the air. She let out an indignant snarl which he only chuckled at,
while he started walking her out of the boxcar and the station. Once the cool
air hit her, he tossed her to the ground. Flashing his eyes at her again he
turned to stalk back inside.
 Without thinking she growled at his dismissive treatment, causing him to pause
and look back over his shoulder at her. She cut off the growl realizing her
stupidity. Peter had just walked her out of the station and she went and tried
to provoke him.
 He approached her and bent down to lock eyes with her again. Smirking he
reached down slowly and trailed his fingers over her head.
 “You must be a pet,” He remarked. Slowly petting her a warm content feeling
spread through her drawing out a timid purr. Still slightly shocked at the
display of affection she decided to push forward into the tough. If she could
convince him to let her back inside she could maybe steal her phone back before
it got dark. Peters smirk turned into a full blown smile as he scooped her into
his arms. Tucked into his chest she continued her cute and cuddly animal
routine has he began speaking to her.
 
 “I don't suppose there's any harm in letting you stay here with me. It's not
like I have any other company. However, pet foxes aren't exactly common so the
potential for your owner to show up looking for you is possible.” He pondered,
torn between setting the her down and walking back into the station with her.
She looked up into his now normal blue eyes and saw loneliness. Guilt ate at
her as she realized he probably never would have shown his emotion like this.
The man had always come across as cold and manipulative, but seeing him now,
she realized that was just a mask. Peter was alone, exhausted and apparently
desperate enough for company that he was about to take a pet fox in for
company. His face become determined and he entered the station holding her
close. Once settled back on the mattress he rolled onto his side and tucked her
against his chest. Stroking her head he held her close.
 Several minutes passed before his hand stilled and his heartbeat and breath
slowed. allowing herself a moment , she tucked into his chest further feeling
comforted by the beat of his heart. She would berate herself tomorrow morning
for her complete lack of self preservation. Between the heat, the arm around
her and the steady heartbeat against her she drifted off to sleep.
 
 She woke slowly loving the warmth that surrounded her making her feel safe and
content. Only when she heard a soft rumbling did the evening come back to her.
She attempted to pull back only to have Peter's arm tightened around her and
his chest rumbled again. Thanking every deity known to man that she was still
in fox form, if not this would have been making her top 10 horrible moments
list. Arching back to look over her shoulders she spotted her phone glowing
softly.
‘1:30 am great, I'm going to be stuck here for a long time with mister crazy
the cuddler,’ she whinned internally. They must have fell asleep quite early,
either that or she didn't need as much rest in this form. When sleep decided
not evade her, she decided to throw caution to the wind and attempt to wiggle
out of his grasp again. Trying not to use any claws she pushed against his
chest to try and loosen his grip. She froze when a louder and deeper growling
vibrated her body. Looking up she was met with a set of glowing red eyes.
 “Trying to escape pet? I will let you go you didn't have to scratch me up in
the process,” He grumbled in a sleepy gravelly voice. As soon as his hands
lifted she darted back to put some distance between herself and Peter. He just
cocked his head to the side and watched her for a second before rolling over
and seemingly going back to sleep. As much as she wanted to run from him, the
fact that he hadn't threatened her this entire time confused her. Supposedly
crazy alpha Peter had just treated her like a pet cat and she had no idea how
to deal with that fact. She was obviously vying for the comfort of company and
look exhausted even now when he was sleep.
 With her current form she would need protection, from not only the
supernatural but also every new natural threat she had as a fox. Ideally she
would try to make it to Deaton's or even Derek's loft but the idea of getting
chased around town by animal services was not ideal. Deaton's advice would be
even more infuriating to pry from the man in this form, while Peter usually
gave information as long as he was properly compensated. Picking Peter she
could only hope that his price would be to high.
 
 She spent the rest of the night painstakingly typing out a message on her
phone using her nose, whimpering every time she made an error. Once finished
she curled back under the pallet and waited. After the fifth time she had
crawled out to check the time she finally decided it was late enough in the
morning to wake the zombiewolf. He wrinkled his nose as she kept poking him
with her nose into his neck. Grunting he only mumbled and rolled over.Huffing
she redoubled her efforts by climbing on top of him and bouncing her front legs
up and down. He finally opened his bleary eyes and gave her a half hearted
glare.
 
“Wha do you wan Pet?” He slurred . He looked no better than the previous
evening and would probably nod back off if she didn't put more effort into
waking him. She could be annoying as a human and she had no doubt her skills
would be ten times better as a small animal with sharp teeth and little pins
for claws. Just as his eyes began to droop shut, she flexed her claws into his
chest and let out an annoyed Yip.
 Sitting up sharply, causing her to tumbled onto the mattress,af he growled in
annoyance looking at her expectantly.
“Just what was that for?,” He growled, running his hands through his hair and
started straighten out his clothes. She quickly grabbed her phone and placed it
in his lap unlocking it with a swipe of her nose. He sat gaping at her for a
second before picking up the phone and reading the short message she had typed.
 “I need your help Peter,” He began reading out loud, “I know Derek and Scott
are alive so I don't care how you became an Alpha again, but they will distrust
you until you prove that you have in fact changed. Help me get in my human form
again. Please Peter. You help me with this and I'll help you with the Pack,” He
paused for a second looking incredulously at Stiles until he snorted in
amusement and finish, “Btw you look like crap.” Setting down the phone next to
him he stared at her for a few moments with a blank before setting his elbows
on his legs and burying his face in his hands. She cocked her head in confusion
as his body began to shake. The realization he was laughing pissed her off.
Lunging forward she nipped his forearm.
“Ow!,” He barked and shot out a hand grabbing her by the scruff of the neck
again, leaving her frozen, “First: You deserve to be laughed at for these
ridiculous positions you put yourself in,” he started spouting condenedendadly,
“ Second: You should be nice to me if you want my help and finally: Don't. Bit.
Me.” Ending the beratement with a poke to her nose. Suspended in the air she
could only muster a pathetic growl. “Now I am going to ask you a series of yes
or no questions and you are going to answer honestly and without an attitude.
Only after I'm satisfied with your answers will I decided whether I am going to
help you or not, “ He stated pompously while setting her back on the mattress,
“I'm assuming you can perform a simple shake or nod?” She narrowed her eyes but
nodded slowly. She had planned on letting it go but now the idea of
blackmailing him about the snuggling seemed like a great idea.
“Good now let's start. Did an Alpha bit you?”... No
“Did the Blake Bitch get her hands on you?”... No
“Considering you were human last I heard yesterday, This happened sometime
yesterday afternoon?” ...Yes
“Hmmmm… well if you weren't bitten and Blake's magic didn't touch you… and
there isn't any other magical elements in this town that we were aware of then
this is either some weird result of the stupid self sacrifice you idiots
performed or, like Lydia, this transformation was latent somewhere within and
was somehow awakened.” She sat perfectly still contemplating her options as he
continued to mutter to himself, “We could go to Deaton, however getting
information from that man is beyond infuriating and the fact that he proctored
the sacrifice should have everyone worried… not that anyone would listen
anyways.” That last statement drew her from her thoughts. Yipping she cocked
her head again attempting to draw an explanation from him.
 
He seemed to understand because he immediately explained, “Well my dear, you
stole the sacrificed from the Darach, however if she wasn't getting the rewards
from it someone else did and it wasn't going to be any of you that died. Now
mind you he most likely had no ill will despite how difficult of a person he
tends to be, but he will have been touched by the darkness just as much as the
three of you. Which should really make everyone aware of him until we see if he
will maintain himself as a druid or succumb to the darkness and become a Darach
himself.” He sighed dramatically and pinched his nose.
“One of these days you idiots will realize you need me and listen to my
advice.”
She rolled her eyes but conceded that the thought had never occurred to them as
they had rushed to rescue their parents. She jumped when Peter was suddenly on
his feet and started gathering her things into her bag.
“We will need to grab my laptop and check the bestiary for your… condition,” He
chuckled, obviously reveling in her predicament, “Only you Stiles… And you are
right I do need to earn a few points with the Pack, since I really don't feel
like having to leave my Home. So when I do fix this you will help me convince
them that I have no ill will towards them and that I simply want to become an
integral member of a Pack again. I'm not stupid enough to consider I am stable
enough for my own pack so sharing will state my instinct but also keep my
tenuous sanity from affecting the Pack.” He threw her bag over his shoulder,
scooped her up and head towards the exit.
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry it took so long I was really torn about how I wanted the Peter/
     Stiles relationship to feel. Promise it wont take as long for the
     next chapter.
***** Peters Revelations *****
Chapter Summary
     Peter and Stiles bond in a surprising way.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
  Once they had arrived at the Hale house, Peter all but ignored her as he went
in and took out the laptop from its hiding place. Stiles idly wandered the
home, using her new senses to explore and keep herself busy. Beyond the smell
of ash and woods there wasn't much left in the house. She thought about
wandering the grounds but reconsidered because a small part of her… well more
like a large part of her… still assumed Peter would ditch her the moment he had
a chance.
 
 By mid afternoon Peter has begun muttering and growling in increased
frustration drawing her back further into the house. She wandered into the room
he had hidden in and jumped into his lap. He seemed startled for a moment
before turning his attention back to the computer and casually stroking between
her ears. She choose to ignore their new behavior with each other and given her
current circumstances she wanted to take comfort where she could. She must have
dozed off at some point because an annoyed sigh dragged her into wakefulness.
Leaning back in the desk chair he looked down at her, face pinched in concern
and frustration.
 
 “I am not really finding anything solid,” he said softly, “You don't smell
like an magic, which eliminates a lot, and you don't remember being bitten by
anything so that also severely narrows down what could have happened. I read
some about werefoxes in here but you are either born on or not. They follow
similar development patterns as wolves so there should have been signs that you
were one long ago. Not to mention at least one of your parents should have told
you… Oh, unless...,” He looked down at her guiltily, “From what I have
overheard you don't talk about your mother but is there a possibility she could
have been… well… something and passed away before telling you.” She managed
what passed as a shrug in her current form, aiming for nonchalance. Stiles had
suppressed a lot about her mother, hanging on to just a few bright memories,
but nothing she thought of now suggested her her mother was anything but human.
 
 “Well, I don't remember Talia saying there were others in our territory so
even if she was a fox, she was either well hidden or had a secret arrangement
with my sister.” He said idly, looking lost in his memories of his family for a
moment. Peter looked almost pained until shaking his head and looking down at
her. After contemplating her a moment his mouth spread into a predatory smile.
 
 “I have an idea for a test. If you are in fact a werefox I should, in theory,
be able to force the shift. Like I did Scott. However…” He pursed his lips and
paused. The look on his face morphed into one of doubt, which baffled her
slightly, “... I don't have much control right now and would really like to not
repeat my last stint as Alpha. If I do this and lose control you must be
prepared to run.” Stiles ears pressed back against her head as she shuddered at
the memories of the beast he used to be. Closing her eyes, she attempted to
collect herself. Looking up at him she nodded slowly and jumped down.
 
 Peter swallowed loudly and started removing his shirt. If Stiles could have
raised her eyebrow at that she would have. Sensing her confusion he simply
crouched down and draped the shirt on her small body like she was wearing it.
 
“Mine should cover more that any of yours would, unless you don't mind being
nude in my presence,” He teased. She could only attempted to nip at his hand in
relational, as embarrassment burned through her. She prayed that he wasn't
paying attention to well because a flash of excitement quickly followed. Stiles
never really considered the man before but now standing in front of her
shirtless she could hardly be blamed for any indecent thoughts, especially
after a lewd comment like that.
 Backing up a few steps, Peters smirk dropped and he took a few deep breaths
before shifting into a more primal stance. Instead of transforming into a beast
like before, she was mildly surprised when only his face changed into something
similar to Derek's, except with eyebrows. Eyes flaring bright red he let loose
a deafening roar, shaking the house, and impacting into her like a physical
blow. Her sight whited out for a moment and she collapsed into a shuddering
mess.
 
“Stiles?,” She heard his voice echo, “Stiles, you need to get up and get
dressed. Please Stiles.” He continued, his voice becoming clearer. He was
shaking her shoulders… her very human shoulders. Sitting up with a gasp, she
ran her hands over her body, looking up at him grinning broadly ear to ear.
 
“It worked,” She all but shouted.
 
“Yes, of course, I'm the Alpha,” He drawled sarcastically as he threw her a
pair of sweats, “However, we really need to go. Every werewolf in town heard
that and I not quite ready to deal with them quite yet... ,” He stopped packing
up his laptop and leveled her with a calculating glare, “... unless you are
backing out of our deal my little fox.”
 
“Oh, um no. I just… fuck you Peter I was celebrating for a second,” She
grumbled. Pulling her sweats up she went over and grabbed her bag. He stared a
moment longer before resuming packing. Grabbing his laptop bag, he grabbed her
by her elbow and hurried her to the car.
 
“Geez Peter, I'm not going anywhere. What is up with you werewolves and
manhandling everyone,” She protested but didn't put up a fight, other than to
slap his hands away when he tried to go as far as buckling her seatbelt. “God
you really think i'm going to run.”
 
“Im being realistic Stiles. You did help kill at one point and suggested that
someone try again several times. Which was quite rude fox.” He quipped. He
threw the car into drive and spun out on the gravel. Stiles rolled her eyes and
smartly said nothing, she didn't need to piss of the Alpha when not even 10
minutes ago he expressed how tenuous his control was.
 
 They reached the main road and turned away from town. Stiles unease grew as he
drove further and further from town.
 
“Sooooo… where are we going? because I sure as hell didn't sign up for a road
trip and I'd really prefer to stay within screaming for help distance. No
offense,” She muttered.
  Peter rolled his eyes and turned into one of the camping grounds, smirking
when the switch to the gravel road garred his passenger a little. He could feel
her irritation boiling to the surface as he continued on in silence. While she
had been in fox form he had difficulties matching sent to feelings but now she
was like an open book again leaving her with nothing hidden from him. What
really drew his attention was the undercurrent of excitement and arousal that
she was emitting sense transforming back. She had always intrigued him, with
her heavy sarcasm and intelligence. Peter glanced her over again, taking in her
small form. She had seemed like a child when he first met her, but now she
seemed to have grown into a young woman, both in body and mind. Those thoughts
mixed with the fact she was wearing one of his low cut shirts he was feeling
strangely drawn to her. Still musing about his new ally he drove to the back of
the park to a cabin isolated from the rest of the grounds.
 
“Why are we here?” Stiles asked hesitantly.
 
“I need somewhere to hide and this cabin and the ones surrounding it are
unoccupied,” Peter explained calmly, although the leer on his face was anything
but reassuring.
 
“Oooookaaaay, you do know that driving a girl into the middle of nowhere to an
abandoned cabin is in no way reassuring right? I mean you would know if I was
lying when I said I would help, right?” She chattered, squeaking in the end
with fear.
 
Peter just rolled his eyes again, “God when is anyone going to believe me that
I'm better now?”
 
Stiles just scoffed “Um dude, its not like you had the flu. You went on a
murdering spree that required you to be killed and then came back to life by
manipulating and mind fucking one of our friends.” Stiles said feeling more and
more exasperated. However, her comments only ended with Peter glaring at her
and promptly exiting the car. She could only grumble as she watched him stalk
to the door of the cabin and pick the lock with his claws. She grudgingly
followed after him, reeling back as soon as she entered the dingy cabin. The
smell of stale air, moth balls, and wood rot slammed into her causing her to
gag.
 
“What the ever living hell?! How do you guys ignore shit like this? Oh god
why?” She gasped in between gagging. Peter only laughed and began opening the
few windows . The place couldn't have been more than 10’ x 10’ room with a
ladder up to a small loft bed above the kitchenette.
 
“You should be able to come inside now,” Peter snickered. Stiles still hadn't
moved from the doorway but she seemed to have calmed the dry heaves, carefully
breathing through her mouth. She stepped in and sniffed hesitantly resulting in
a small squeak of a sneeze. All the while Peter smirked at her like he was
enjoying her struggle. She narrowed her eyes at him and attempted to convey
‘fuck off’ as best as possible as she stepped past him to settle down on the
small love seat.
 
 Stiles was sitting surprisingly quietly, bouncing her leg, when a loud growl
grabbed her attention. From her viewpoint she was startled to see Peter's ears
were pointed. She whispered his name and reached out for him from her seat but
just as she brushed the back of his arm he spun and was on her in an instant.
 
 Claws pricked her neck causing her to freeze. Peter was bent completely over
her, a hand on her throat and the other braced on the back of the couch. He was
completely transformed and look practically feral as his growl amped up.
Instinct pulled her into action, causing her arms to drop limp into her lap and
relax her head back baring her throat to him. His growl cut off instantly and
she felt his claws recede slightly. As his face morphed back, she saw nothing
but shock and horror as he looked at the position he was in. Faster than she
could track he threw himself back against the far wall.
 
“I’m… I’m so sorry Stiles,” He stammered, eyes flashing from red to blue, “I-
I don't know what happened, I-I j-just felt you walk into my blind spot and
then t-t next thing I knew I was… I was.” As she watched in shock as he
stuttered and shook over his apology. She felt a small fire burn in her chest,
seemingly pulling her towards her pack mate. A pull that seemed to be chanting
comfortlovecalm and without a second thought she crossed the room and wrapped
her arms around his waist burying her face into the crook of his neck.
Peter shuddered and slowly embraced her back. They stood like that until his
tremors stopped and his heartbeat slowed.
“Stiles?” He whispered. tilting her head back so that he could look her in the
eyes. He didn't understand what he was feeling. It was if her touch had brought
him back from the edge of panic and insanity and every instinct in him was
screaming to sink further into the comfort she would provide him. He was lost
in those golden brown eyes as she stood on her toes and brushed her lips
against his.
 At first shocked, Peter quickly gripped the back of her head and deepened the
kiss, causing her to moan. Heat flashed through them as they explored each
others mouths and ran their hands over each others bodies.
 
 Stiles squeaked as Peters  grabbed her ass and lifted her, spinning them and
pinned her to the wall.  She immediately wrapped her legs around him and ground
against him
.
  Completely lost in her arousal, she startled as she felt cool air and hot
skin was pressed against her. Peter had shredded their clothes and the new
contact made them both moan.
 
  Stiles finally broke the kiss gasping for air as he moved to latch onto her
neck instead. The tips of his fangs pressed lightly into her neck and
immediately the feeling of being owned and claimed burned through her.
 
 He slid his hand between her legs and brushed against her with a couple of
fingers. Still pinned on his fangs she could only whine and claw at his
shoulders, pleading for more.
 
He rewarded her as he plugged two fingers deep into her folds. She gasped and
moaned his name. Growling against her neck he scissored them only for a moment
before slipping out. She shuddered as he moved to drag the head of his dick
against her entrance.
 
Peter fangs left her throat gazed at her hesitantly. She could feel the
question in his eyes, the desperation and want. Afraid her voice would betray
her nerves, she simply smashed their lips together in another heated kiss.
 
 Her scream was muffled by his mouth as he thrust into her, quickly taking her
to the hilt. Peter didn't even bother to let her adjust, just slammed into her
again and again. It was nothing like her small toys or fingers. Sucking hickeys
onto her collar bones she gasped and whimpered as he continued in his
animalistic conquest.
 
  He had her hips pinned so all she could do was hold on for dear life. Peter
must have felt it when she started to twitch around him, because he picked up
the pace and leaned back to watch her fall apart.
 
  “Peter!” Stiles screamed out as her orgasm punched through her. He felt her
clench and whited out as he came deep inside her.
 
  Legs shaking he sank down to the floor pulling her with him . They sat there
with her straddled across his lap as he slowly softened inside of her. Pressing
their foreheads they sat in silence both refusing to break the reverence of the
moment.
 
“Peter?” Stiles finally mumbled.
 
“Hmmmm?” Peter hummed.
 
“That was… well I've never thought…  What just happened?” She whispered
nervously.
 
  Forgoing his usual snark he Cleared his throat loudly he start speaking
quietly, “I don't actually know myself. I know I'm far from controlled right
now,” Stiles just scoffed, “But the need to claim you and take you was
overwhelming.” He cupped her face and looked at her with concern, “Honestly,
Stiles, you need to realize how little control I have, If those instincts had
won I could have killed you on the couch. It was like the moment I thought of
hurting you I felt a pain in my chest. I've heard rumors and stories about
foxes and Alphas but i don't know for sure. I didn't mean to take that from you
and I don't even know if feel the same. I so sorry Stiles. I just…”
 
  “Stop!” She gasped grabbing his wrists and pulling his hands into her lap.
She was worried, she had never seen him be anything cool and collected. “I
wanted it Peter, I know we haven't gotten along well… ever, but in that moment
I wanted and I want to be here and I want to help. I promised to help didn't I?
And like you said I'm a loyal person. So please don't freak out and push me
away.” She pressed a kiss on his forehead, “Besides you are definitely stuck
with now.”
He sat there in silence gaping at her. He heard her heart beat the entire time
and was shocked at the truth of what she had said.
“Thank-you,” he said reverently as he pulled into a passionate kiss.
 
 After reluctantly pulling apart, they decided to take turns going to the
community bath so as to not leave there things unattended.Stiles went first and
when they traded out she took over researching on the laptop for information on
her kind. It was all rather typical of werecreatures until she read further.
 
‘Werefoxes hold many similar traits to werewolves such as increased healing
rate, pain aid, and increased strength and senses. However, there are also rare
gifts rumored to be held by certain blood lines. Even though the hunting
community has largely decimated the population, it is rumored that one such
family still exists that have the rare ability to become a puesode and/or
shared anchor to Alpha’s of any of the were-creatures. While no solid evidence
has proven this to be true, the rumors and tales still strongly suggest that
such a family exists and may even be the reason the hunters began there
elimination of the species. If a family did exist they would make it possible
for numerous Alphas to not only work together but maintain a peace long enough
to pose a great threat to the hunting families.’
 
 She was hurt at the idea that there might be so few of her kind left but
pushed on to learn more. The page went on to further explain the differences in
the normal abilities of werefoxes to werewolves. Stiles found herself slightly
disappointed to find that she may be enhanced but she falls behind werewolves
in strength and healing speed greatly. However, the speed of a werefox is
similar to that of an Alpha werewolf.
 
 She was interrupted by Peter slipping back inside, hair still wet from the
community showers. He hesitated only for a second before walking over to where
she was on the couch as pulled her into his lap, putting down the laptop. They
hadn't said much since Stiles had left to shower and they both seemed hesitant
to break the reverie.
 
“So,” Stiles said as she cleared her throat, “There might  be something in
there that might explain… well… what happened. Not that I didn't want it to
happen, just that there might be a reason we both felt like we need to act on
our… urges or whatever.”
 
“Yes, I had skimmed through it before but I didn't really think you would be
the rarity.” He said, nuzzling the top of her head with his scruff. “Like I
said earlier, I had heard the rumors but I just didn't put it together.” He
paused carding his fingers through her hair, “If you are in fact gifted, I need
to ask… well, ask you for even more help than just getting back in good graces
with my nephew and the pack.”
 
“Gee, like that wasn't going to suck all by itself,” She grumbled.
 
“Stiles,” He chastised sweetly, “I'm trying to be serious. We need to talk
about this.” She sighed and pulled back to look him in the eye. His was so
strangely emotional she quickly pulled back any snark and nodded to get him to
keep going. “I am struggling with control, Stiles. If you are in fact capable
of being my anchor I am asking you to stay with me, at least for a little
while, until I am able to remain sane without your presence.”
 
“Is your control really that bad Peter?” She asked.
 
“Yes my sweet fox.” he sighed sadly.
 
“Why? what's so different?...,” She paused as a realization dawned on her,
“Wait how are you an Alpha? I mean i know I saw both Scott and Derek alive
sometime before you showed up, but… but does that mean you killed one of the
Alpha pack?” She stammered, dread filling her as she clung to the idea that
both Derek and Scott were in fact alive and well.
 
Noticing her panic, he sighed tiredly, “You wound me Stiles, My nephew and your
dear friend are safe, in fact I didn't kill a single werewolf to get my power
back.” He stated hautely.
 
 “No werewolf huh, but someone right?” She snapped.
 
Peter laughed into her hair, “Yes well, let's just say Miss. Blake will no
longer be bothering us. Do you disapprove?” He teased.
 
“Disapprove? Of you killing a mass murderer… well I can't exactly complain but
on the other hand you did manage to add to your body count,” She groaned,
“Which is definitely not going to help getting the rest of the Pack to trust
you.”
 
“The rest of the Pack are idiots,” He growled darkly, “Did you know that my
fellow Alphas just let Deucalion walk away?! I get lite on fire and my throat
slashed out for being a little over zealous in enacting my revenge, but that
pretenious ass just kills all the members of his pack for power and they just
let him walk!” His growl had gotten louder and louder and when she looked up at
him his eyes were glowing a dangerous bright red.
 
“Hey!” She yelped, spinning in his lap and grabbing his face, “Calm down
Peter.”  The rumbling in his chest eased slightly. They sat there until he was
quiet and his eyes faded back to his pale blue. “I get it… if they really let
him walk they are complete morons but getting angry at them isn't going to help
get our Pack back together again.”
“Our Pack?”
“Yes our Pack Peter.” She  bit out, “So you think you can hold yourself
together long enough to figure this out? I'm not going anywhere Peter. I will
stay as long as you need me.”
“Thank you.” He whispered as he kissed her gently.


Chapter End Notes
     So I'm still having a hard time with Peter and Stiles dialogue and
     relationship flow. I want him still be like the Peter we know but
     when I add emotion to it it just feels weird. God I hope that makes
     sense. Also this is the first time I've ever written a sex scene so
     sorry. Like really really sorry.
     BTW: The whole Deucalion thing still bothers me so I just had to
     throw it in there. Like seriously did anyone else feel like that was
     a total fail?
***** Instinct and Revelations *****
Chapter Summary
     Checking in with the Pack:
     Parrish is dealing with the Sheriff and Scott is reeling from his new
     instincts.
                                  The Sheriff
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Jordan woke up to the sound of the Sheriff heaving across the hall. With a deep
sigh, he got up and padded out of the guest room of the stilinski home with a
bottle of water in his hand. When Stiles had called him the previous day, he
had stocked up on supplies for what sounded like a hell of a hangover.
 The Sheriff was hung over the toilet, clinging to it for support, as he
continued to heave. He looked like someone had magically aged him overnight. He
was pale and exhaustion only emphasised the stress lines in his face. Deep
purple circled eyes looked unbearably defeated as he noticed Jordan standing in
the doorway.
 “Why r’ you ere?” John croaked, “Oh god please go away.” He moaned as he stuck
his head back into the bowl.
Sighing deeply Jordan simply squatted down next to the older man and waited for
him to come back up for air.
After a few moments John pulled himself up again and Parrish asked calmly, “How
much do you remember from last night?”
“Nuth’n really,” John mumbled as he reached for the bottle Parrish offered him,
“Why are you here? Where is my daughter?” He had managed to finish with a
little bit more confidence, but his eyes drooped as he slowly sipped the water.
“She called me,” Parrish explained, “She seemed very upset and well, I wanted
to help.” John just sat there hunched in confusion. “John? She seemed upset, do
you remember anything from last night? She said she practically ran out of
here, and frankly she sounded pretty broken about whatever happened.”
John slowly sipped more water as he ran the events from last night. The bottle
tumbled to the floor as he dragged Parrish down with panic in his eyes, “Oh my
god, Parrish, I. I said.. oh god you need to find her!” He yelled as memories
flooded him with guilt, before heaving again into the bowl.
Frowning Jordan spoke sharply, “What happened? She was crying for crying out
loud.” Gritting his teeth at the broken man clinging to the toilet.
“I think.. I remember,” John all but sobbed into the basin, “I kicked her out,
I don't think I hurt her but I definitely… God I tossed her. Oh my god…” He
curled into himself and cried.
Parrish on the other hand, sat there in shock. He felt anger boiling inside him
but held himself back. Stiles had asked for his help, so no amount of anger or
yelling was going to solve this. ‘handle this like a deputy,” his chastised
himself, “she needs support not more drama... ‘ he considered the sheriff
again.  ‘so does he.’ He composed himself and quickly fled the room to get some
fresh clothes for the man. Once cleaned up, Parrish would work to get him
stable before really digging in. Something was going one, something beyond the
serial killer and the FBI and he’s going to figure it out.
 
                                   The Pack
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 Going to school after everything was surprisingly numbing. It wasn't like
Scott was expecting anything really, but the normalcy was strangely comforting.
He quickly searched out for his friends in the various parts of the building.
The surge of protectiveness was eating away at him since this morning. Isaac
had all but locked him out when he fussed over him while getting ready for
school. Derek had warned him that his instincts would be high but this was
ridiculous.
 Like right now, Scott was panicking. He had been in the building for all of 5
minutes and he couldn't seem to find everyone fast enough to reassure himself.
Keeping hold of Allison and Isaac he jogged through the halls looking for
Stiles and Lydia. When Lydia clicked through the front door on her little heels
he threw himself at her, burying his face in her neck.
“Scott!” She shrieked smashing the corner of her thick AP physics book straight
into his solar plexus, “What the hell?!” Groaning he felt some one twist his
ear and drag him into an empty class room. Alpha or not, he was a bit terrified
to find both Allison and Lydia with their arms crossed glaring at him.
“Really Scott,” Lydia seethed, “We don't need you scenting us in the middle of
the hallway. Did you forget we are in high school? God we are already the
freaks so you to control yourself or go home!” Scotts only response was to
whine and reach out for his Betas.
“Oh my god Lydia,” Allison sighed, “We need to get him out of here.” She held
him at arm's length as he continued to rub his face onto her outstretched arms.
Scott couldn't understand his betas distance.
“I’m calling Derek,” Lydia declared. She whipped out her phone when Allison
didn't protest, even though she had twitched at his name. Within a few moments
Isaac and Allison were dragging Scott out the side entrance to wait for Derek
to pick up Scott.
“No!” Growled Scott, “I need to find Stiles. I need to make sure she's safe.
That you are all safe!”
“Scott that's enough!” Snapped Lydia, “You need to go with Derek and cool off.
We will see you tonight OK? Ill text you when we see Stiles. Hell, I'll send
you a picture but you are acting completely crazy.” Annoyed with his Betas
resistance, Scott turned towards the school to search for Stiles.
“Shit, seriously,” Isaac grumbled while attempted to keep Scott trapped between
him and Allison, “this is ridiculous. Ally DO something.”
“Excuse me?” Allison snapped, “You are the werewolf you should know how to calm
him down.” They glared at each other over scott's shoulder, while Lydia rolled
her eyes.
 “Ugh, both of you shut up. Derek will be here in 5 minutes. Can you handle
keeping your little lovers-.. thing out of this for that long,” Snapped Lydia.
Allison and Isaac turned their glares towards her, but Lydia was unfazed as she
watched matching blushes cover their faces. During this time Scott had switched
his ministrations to Isaac and was thoroughly scenting his neck and cheeks.
Allison Giggled at Isaacs discomfort, while holding onto Scotts belt incase he
made a break for it.
 After what seemed to be an eternity of forced cuddling/wrestling match the
Camaro peeled into the parking lot. Immediately Dere grabbed Scott by the
scruff of the neck and threw him into the passenger seat.
“So are you going to tell us what's wrong or…” Lydia started to demand only to
have Derek climb back into the car and take off, “Well that was rude.” Lydia
simply turned on her heels and left to go into school leaving Isaac and Allison
standing awkwardly outside.
“So,” Isaac said clearing his throat, “Don't suppose you want to talk…”
“No,” Allison squeaked, “Let's just not look into this to much.”
“yeah but you didn't smell the way.” Isaac began again. Allison cut him off
with quickly slapping her hand over his mouth. Isaac just raised an eyebrow and
and smirked into her hand. Blushing again she pulled her hand back and stormed
back into the school while he followed slowly clearly amused as her he noticed
her blush had returned.
 
Derek entire body was rigid as he sped towards his loft. Having another Alpha
is such a confined space felt like someone was lighting his blood on fire. His
instincts screaming at him to rip and maim the challenger next to him. The fact
that he was covered in his Betas scents definitely not helping. Shaking his
head he tried to get a hold of himself. This was Scott, even though he was
slightly crazed from his new Alpha instincts, he still felt like Pack. He
smelled like pack too, which was apparently from rubbing over the Betas like he
had been doing when he picked him up. Their scents helped ground Derek, so that
he could get the idiot home and figure out there new Pack dynamic.
 After pulling up to the building Derek slowly turned to look at the new Alpha.
Scott had his back pressed against the door growling under his breath. With his
fangs dropped and his eyes glowing bright red his claws sank into the interior
of the car.
“Scott,” Derek lisped around his fangs which had come out to match Scott's,
“Scott we need to go inside. It will  be better in a bigger space and we can
figure this out.” Scott Growled at him but reached behind his back to pop open
his door. Derek waited for him to back out of the car before getting out
himself. Without need to say it Scott headed for the stairs while Derek stepped
into the elevator. Derek texted Deaton to make sure Cora was still with him,
before punching the button for the loft.
 Scott had beat him there and was leaning against the bay of windows with a
white knuckle grip on the window sill. Derek closed the door without turning
his back and breathed in the scent of his home and pack.
 “I thought I told you to stay home from school?,” Derek growled advancing
slowly, “I can't order you around but I thought we were past this idiotic
stubbornness to believe I am actually trying to help you!” When he ended he was
all but shouting and the only thing left between them was the flimsy metal
desk.
“I wasn't going to school on purpose!” Yelled Scott as he dropped into a
fighting stance, “I just needed to find them! I needed to know they were safe!”
Scotts growl dropped several octaves at the invasion of his space. Derek leaned
against the desk and heard the table groan as his hands twisted into the metal.
If anyone had been in the room the tension would probably have brought them to
their knees, werewolf or not.
“I…,” Derek growled as he tried to stay calm, “I do understand Scott. I just
need you to push past your instincts for like a fucking minute and think
rationally for a second. You can't go running around scenting the pack. You
look like a crazy person.”
“Yeah, I did,” Scott sighed. His leaned back again and pulled back his fangs,
leaving just the red in his eyes, “I just feel like I've been bitten all over
again.” Scott pressed his palms into his eyes and groaned. “Oh god, Isaac.”
Derek snorted, secretly relieved Scott seemed to be coming back to his sense.
“Still better than sniffing the entire lacrosse team,” said Derek. He frowned
as he released the table and traced his fingers over the damage he had done.
Scott grimaced at the reminder. “Listen, I can help you with your new instincts
now that you are an Alpha, but not now. I'm not perfect Scott, you know that
and having you in the same territory as me let alone the room is driving me up
the wall. Just go home, or someplace that will keep you calm until the meeting
tonight.” explained Derek, “Unless you want to stay here? I have other places
to go if this works for you.”
“Uh yeah. I would like to stay here.” Said Scott. He understood what Derek was
talking about and now that he had some semblance of control he would do
anything to maintain it.
Without saying another word Derek turned and bolted out the door.
 
“Shit”
 
 
***** Missing Stiles *****
Chapter Summary
     The Pack learns that Stiles is missing
The Pack
---------------------------------------------------
 
   After Scott's rather public freak out Allison did her best to hold her head
up high. Being surprised cuddled by her ex in front of her locker really wasn't
helping her seem normal to her classmates again. With the amount of windows in
the school someone had probably seen them outside too. She just huffed and
started sending out texts to the pack. Scott may have been a little overzealous
but she should at least check in with everyone.
   Lydia ignore the group text, which didn't surprise her considering her
annoyance earlier, and Isaac let her know he was apparently sneaking around the
halls trying to track down Stiles. Allison hadn't talked to Stiles since the
cellar but she knew she recovered fine and was supposed to be in school today.
Pulling back on her immediate concern she turned her attention to class and let
Isaac handle finding her.
   When Allison reached her lunch period she had just began to panic. Isaac
hadn't had any luck, saying that Stiles hadn't been in any of her regular
classes and she hadn't texted or called any of the.
“Any luck?” Lydia asked as she reached their table.
“No, I haven't seen her anywhere,” Isaac said, distressed, “It doesn't even
smell like she's been here today.” He picked at his food while subtly scenting
the room again.
“At what point do we say something to Scott?” Allison asked.
“And have that idiot run around here in a panic?” Lydia snarked, “I think Derek
would be the best choice, but we can't let Scott work us up into a panic. We
are all a little hypervigilant right now so we don't need to make something out
of nothing. I texted her last night and told her about getting together for our
little Pack. She didn't say she was coming to school today.” Under Lydia's icy
glare Isaac simply nodded feverently before looking towards Allsion to rescue
him.
“Fine,” Allison Sighed, “but at least tell Derek she wasn't at school.”
“Ok,” Said Lydia. After shooting off a text to Derek they sat in silence trying
to relax for the first time in months.
  By the time school lets out all three of them were on edge, despite telling
themselves they would wait for the meeting they all couldn't let go of the
nagging feeling that something was wrong. Piling into Lydia's car they sped to
the loft.
“Im sure she's fine,” Whined Isaac, “Right?”
“Yeah totally, we are just being panicky because of Scott,” Allison said with a
tight voice. Lydia said nothing as she pulled into the loft parking lot.
  As they entered the loft neither of them could be prepared for what they saw.
Scott was laid out of the floor, bloody shirt hanging to shreds while Derek
stood straddled over him with a hand around his throat. Derek didn't look much
better. It seemed like every piece of furniture was broken or unturned and
large claw like gashes could be seen on the walls and pillars.
  Derek and Scott both seemed frozen staring at them until Scott took advantage
and kicked Derek away from him, throwing him into the far wall.
“What the hell?!” Cried Allison, “Is this your idea of helping Derek?!” She
started to go to Scott's aid until Isaac pulled her back behind him.
“I don't think that's a good idea Ally,” growled Isaac. He was slowly
transforming, shaking, like he was trying to keep in control. Looking at the
Alphas again Lydia and Allison started backing towards the door. Derek and
Scott were fully transformed and their red eyes seemed wild as they followed
their movements.
“Hey guys,” Isaac chuckled nervously. Making sure he stays between them and the
girls. They both growl at the action. Swallowing the lump in his throat he
slowly tips his neck back to the Alphas. Derek never had them do that sort of
thing but in at the moment it was all he could think of to alleviate the
tension and refocus them on him.  Why am i the only fucking beta,  Isaac groan
internally.
  They stalked towards Isaac their growls reverberating around the room. They
stopped when they got to close to each other.
Lydia whispered, “Isaac what is going on?”
“Um, I don't really know but two Alphas in one place probably won't work out so
well. So if one of you could call Deaton, maybe he can tell us how to handle
this.” Said Isaac. Lydia was digging in her purse for her phone when a roar
echoed into the loft. Everyone stilled, watching as Derek then Scott seemed to
snap out of it and shifted back.
“Peter,” Growled Derek, while turning and bolting out of the loft, nearly
knocking over Lydia and Allison. They all turned to Scott, who was still
standing looking confused.
“Um, we should probably go after him,” Isaac said timidly, “Right?”
Scott cleared his throat and said, “Well it didn't sound like a challenge or
anything, i mean maybe this is like a family thing.”
“We don't know Peter did anything wrong to become Alpha so we should probably
stop them from ripping each other apart.” Said Isaac. He turned and started
herding the girls out the door as Scott followed with a resigned sigh.
 
  Derek was waiting for them at the Hale house, pacing the front porch emitting
a constant growl.
“Stiles was here!” Derek snapped as they approached, “Peter had Stiles with
him!” Scott roared, while him and Isaac started searching for her scent.
“Why would she be anywhere near him?” Lydia hissed, “I told her to stay away
until we figured out what happened.”
“You don't think he would take her, do you? What could he possibly want with
Stiles?” Allison asked.
“Leverage maybe,” said Derek.
“Hes going to bite her!” Scott roared, “Look at what happened last time he was
an Alpha. She doesn't want it! We need to find her!” Scott bolted into the
woods with Isaac on his heels.
“Shit!” Derek huffed, “Where are those idiots going?!”
“Derek you need to call Peter. My and Ally are going to try and track her
phone.” Snapped Lydia, before he took off after the other werewolves. Both
girls got back in there car as Lydia called Danny for help. Muttering to
himself Derek stomped into the Hale house and started calling Peter.


***** Chill Pill *****
Chapter Summary
     Stiles new abilities get put to the test, when Peter reveals himself
     to the Pack.
Peter held Stiles close as she read about her kind. He hadn't planned anything
past regaining his mantel as Alpha and was reeling from the past 48 hours. He
should have know his control would be rocky. After spending so long trying to
convincing the others he was better, he ignorantly started believing his own
lies. Now though, he had this beautiful creature in his arms he could cling to
for an anchor.
Her kind had been myth, even more so than the Kanima. Once they made themselves
known Peter no longer worried about himself, but the attention she would draw
to herself. The other Alphas would be drawn to her but that was something Peter
could live with, as it was akin to her kind. However, dread filled him with the
possibility of hunters discovering her. The Argent girl was trusted by the pack
but one slip up and the extremists would come running to end her. They would
find out inevitability with three Alphas coexisting peacefully but by then they
could have a strong pack to protect her with. Shuddering he tightened his grip
and pulled himself out of his panic. He was a master at planning ahead, now his
focus would another person instead of his own personal goals.
“You should probably answer that,” Stiles mumbled while glued to the computer
screen. Lost in thought he had ignore the almost constant buzz of his phone.
Groaning seeing his nephews he answered and brought the phone hesitantly to his
ear.
“PETER!” Shouted Derek forcing Peter to hold the phone at arm's length, “Where
in the hell are you?! We all heard you and we could smell Stiles all over the
house. If you hurt her or turned her I swear to god I-”
“Christ! Derek shut up I'm fine,” barked Stiles. She had her ears covered
unable to control the loud noises around her yet.
After a moment they heard a small, “Stiles?”
“Yes you idiot. So no more shouting” Stiles groaned.
Derek started babbling confused, “What.. Why are you answering Peter's phone?
Are you with him? Are you ok? The whole pack is trying to track you down.”
“Thanks for that but you can stop,” Stiles answered quickly, “Peter and I will
come to you,” Peter looked at her like she was crazy, “Just give an hour or so
and we will meet you at the train station OK?”
Peter was gaping at her and making motioning that he’d apparently rather die,
but Stiles ignored him.
“Ok?” Derek sounded ridiculously confused but didn't seem to want to push the
issue.
“Great,” chirped Stiles and hung up on him.
“Really?” Peter gritted out, “I have tenuous control as it is and you want to
put me in a confined space with two other Alphas.” He glared at her as if he
could stare her into submission.
“Well, we might as well rip off the band aid, besides the less time they have
to come to WRONG conclusions the better,” Said Stiles with a smirk.
“You are ridiculous and did you think about what's going to happen to you when
you see Scott and Derek? Not that I'm completely against sharing I don't think
the Beta and the two other girls are going to enjoy the show.” Snarked Peter,
enjoying the way she turned bright red.
Stiles sputtered “Oh my God, I- we aren't… Oh my God Peter! You are evil. I'll
be fine, from what I read I reacted to you… extremely,” her blush spread
further, “because of your control issues. God you are such a creeper.”
“Fine,” Peter pouted, “but if this goes to shit I blame you entirely.” Stiles
just rolled her eyes and hopped off his lap. Packing up her things she headed
for the door while Peter groaned and follow her diligently.
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Peter waited inside the boxcar while Stiles stood out in the station as the
Pack trickled in. Lydia and Allison came in first wrapping around her as they
fussed over where she was and how worried they had been. Stiles offered vague
platitudes while they waited for the wolves to arrive.
Derek, Scott and Isaac arrived side by side in their usual flare of dramatics.
Scott and Isaac quickly grabbed Stiles into a hug before reeling back just as a
low timbre growl reverberated from the train car.
“Why do smell like that?!” growled Scott.
“Well thats rude,” huffed Stiles.
“You smell like you rolled around with him… oh,” Isaac mumbled blushing. The
train car windows were practically shaking as Scott and Derek joined in. Isaac
grabbed the girls and quickly drug them out of the way.
Peter prowled out of the car and the three Alphas started circling each other.
“Hey, no,” Stiles shouted, trying to wiggle out of Isaacs grip, “Shit,” all
three Alphas were fully shifted and preparing to jump, “sorry Isaac.” Stiles
kneed Isaac in the gut and dodged out of his reach.
She reached the Alphas and immediately wrapped her arms around Peter's chest.
Stiles let loose a inhuman whine, “Peter you need to calm down. Please Peter
calm down and go back into the car. Ill handle this.”
“Stiles what is going on?” Scott asked, confused.
“Stiles get away from him.” snarled Derek.
“SHUT UP AND BACK OFF,” Stiles yelled. They both gaped at her but slowly backed
up and started transforming back. Peter’s growl quieted and he let her push him
back into the boxcar and around the corner. Stiles grabbed his face and forced
him to look her in the eyes. She felt as his face slowly morphed back to human
and his eyes faded back to blue.
“I'm OK,” Peter grit out, breathing heavily.
“Yeah right,” Stiles snorted. She released him and stepped back, “I’m going
back out there and I'm going to try and explain all this to them. Stay in here
until I call you,” Peter pulled her into his chest, growling again, “Hey! no
this is what you asked for right?”
“Yes,” Peter pouted.
“So let me go and I’ll handle eyebrows and the puppy while you wait to enter
later like the secret thespian all you Hales are.” Stiles said muffled into his
chest. Grinning when she felt him finally relax and chuckle. With a quick kiss
she pulled herself from his embrace and left him in the train car.
“OK guys, this is how it's going to go. I’m going to start explaining and you
need to listen to all of it before any freak outs are allowed,” said Stiles
commanding everyone's attention. Getting a curt nod from the Alphas she quickly
dived into the explanation of events, gleaming over her fight with her father
and described what she felt like before her initial transformation.
However, The moment the word fox came out of her mouth Allison sprung into
action. Grabbing her crossbow she drew an arrow and aimed directly for Stiles.
“What the hell!?” Screeched Stiles. Scott jumped forward to block Stiles from
her while Isaac grabbed Allison into a bear hug and Lydia grabbed the crossbow.
“What do you think you are doing?” Growled Derek getting into Allison's face.
“They are dangerous! Foxes! They always become feral and can turn whole Packs
feral if bonded for too long!” Allison yelled, struggling in Isaacs grip.
“Oh really,” Derek sneered, “and who told you that? Huh? Kate, Gerard, or did
you read it in your bestiary?”
“I, I don't- Just because it's a bestiary written by an Argent doesn't make it
any less true,” shouted Allison.
“You are willing to believe some hunters propaganda that you would shoot your
friend?!” Derek yelled back.
“Stop! Stop! Allison stop and think and Derek back off! This is Stiles Ally,”
Scott Pleaded.
“Don’t bother! She's just going to keep falling back to her bullshit shoot
first attitude,” Derek snapped.
“Um..”
“Screw you Derek, like you don't immediately attack first!” Allison screamed.
“Hey!” Yelled Stiles. Everyone Froze and looked at her, like they had forgotten
she was even there. Snickering could be heard from the train car while Stiles
rolled her eyes. “So maybe we could stop fighting like children and let me
finish? Although I'm surprised I’m the point of contention and not Zombiewolf
but I guess I should have known better. Especially considering the Hale
bestiary specifically said that hunters practically hunted us into extinction.”
Allison unfroze first look guilty and relaxed in Isaacs grip. Placated Isaac
released her slowly and everyone seemed to make a show off giving Stiles there
undivided attention again. She pushed through the story about Peter finding her
and going to the Hale house for information. She even told them about what
their bestiary said about werefoxes but when she got to the cabin she babbled
around the details about calming Peter down. He had said on the ride over that
the scent could be construed as just extreme close contact and considering
their reaction to her being a supernatural creature she didn't think they could
handle that quite yet.
In Scott's usual eloquence he broke the silence that followed first, “So like
the sacrifice woke up your werefox genes, like Peters bite woke up Lydia's
shit, and what, now you are some kind of walking Alpha chill pill?”
“Uh… yeah?” mused Stiles, “I don't know how it works but it's worked on Peter
twice now just by touch… so I think it's safe to say the Hales had it right
about this.”
“So like do you have to hug Derek everytime he gets angry?” Scott asked with a
goofy smile on his face. Almost everyone laughed at that except Derek who just
shot an angry glare at Scott.
“Stiles the Alpha tamer,” Stiles joked, earning an eye roll from everyone,
“God, I'm joking, so can I bring Peter out without everyone getting furry? You
guys can be living polygraphs to see that he's telling the truth about Julia
and we can move on, yeah?”
“Fine but afterwards we need to get all of you home before we have an APB and
an angry hunter after our asses,” Derek conceded.
Stiles called for Peter and he strode confidently to her side. Warily Derek and
Scott moved closer testing his control. When they got into arm's reach of each
other their eyes flared red and everyone held their breath. Stiles cautiously
stepped in between them and focused on making hers change as well. Glowing a
burnt orange she immediately felt a small amount of tension dispate.
“So she's dead,” Derek asked.
Peter huffed, “Yes. Could we perhaps have some say in your future romances
because this is becoming rather tedious.” Causing Derek to growl. Stiles felt
the tension rise again and her entire body felt like it was going to vibrate
apart. Scott was looking extremely uncomfortable but seemed unwilling to give
ground to either of the Hales.
Stiles nervous giggle practically made them flinch, “So not that this isn't fun
but I feel like i'm about to implode and frankly I’m exhausted,” Peter grinned
at her earning a fiery glare for the small girl, “so let's just get the
questions out of the way and we can experiment with this later.”
“I agree,” Lydia chimed in. The three of them had been practically forgotten.
After a series of curt questions and answers everyone seemed to relax. The
Alphas stepped away from each other as one and started making their way to the
exits, Scott and Derek practically fleeing, “Stiles dear, am I taking you
home?” Lydia asked, eyeing Peter.
“Um, no,” squeaked Stiles, blushing at the red heads knowing looks, “Peter
still needs me for control so i’ll probably just stay with him at least for
tonight. I promise to be in school tomorrow though.”
“That's fine,” said Allison dragging Lydia away while Isaac meandered after
them, “just send me that info on werefoxes and we will update our info and
research.”
“T-thank-you?” stuttered Stiles as she watched the Pack leave and then listened
to them all drive off with her new hearing, “So that went well.” Stiles treated
Peter with a wide answer smile before yawning. She felt drained and relaxed now
that it was just her and Peter.
“Let's get back and get you in bed” Peter sighed. He picked her up as her eyes
started drooping and headed to the car to return to the cabin. Stiles was
asleep before they reached the car.
***** Love and Healing *****
Chapter Summary
     Peter and Stiles night in the cabin. Parrish checks in with Stiles
Peter pulled up to the cabin, bundling Stiles in his arms he headed inside.
Once she was wrapped up on the couch he set about putting bedding in the loft
and turning on the heater. He climbed down the ladder and turned, only to start
when Stiles was standing directly behind him. She looked half asleep as she
wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a lazy kiss. Pulling her
flush the scent of their combined arousal slammed into his senses causing him
to stagger and passionately ramp up the kiss.
“You are going to climb up and get in bed. This time I’m taking my time with,”
Growled Peter as Stiles pulled back gasping for air. He reached down and
grabbed her ass causing her to squeak. Stiles scrambled up the ladder with a
giggle while Peter paused for the view before following her.
Leaning back on her elbows she watch Peter with wide eyes blow black with lust.
He crawled towards her wrapped a hand around her ankle and pulled her under him
quickly. Stiles moaned as he devoured her mouth and trailed kisses down her
neck. Peter quickly pulled their shirts off and her bra.
She cried out as he started sucking and biting at one of her nipples, rolling
the other in his hand. She writhed in pleasure, clutching his shoulders and
attempted to grind against his thigh.
His mouth switched to her other breast as he trailed down to her pants and
palmed her heat through the demin.
She whinned at the loss, as he sat up made quick work of both their pants. He
paused to look her over. She was splayed out, disheveled and eyes a thin ring
of glowing orange glossed over with lust. Her blush went all the way down to
her chest and she had beard burn down her neck.
He lowered himself between her legs giving her a predatory smile and nipped
playfully at her stomach moving down slowly. Stiles twitched as he sucked marks
on the inside of her thighs and growled in frustration.
“Something the matter?” Peter drawled as he slid his hands up the backs of her
legs and grabbed her ass.
“Peter,” Stiles squeaked, “please! Don’t tease.” He hummed as if contemplating
before leaning down and licking from the bottom all the way to the clit and
swirled around it.
Stiles whimpered and thrashed as he endlessly sucked and kissed her clit. A
sharp heat grew as she felt herself coming closer and closer to orgasm and just
as she was going to come Peter slipped two fingers inside and bent them just
so.
Peter grinned widely as she fell apart, back bowing, screaming out his name.
After a few moments her body went limp and she opened her eyes to look at him,
half-lidded.
Peter gently placed one leg over his shoulder and lined up his cock. Bending
down he kissed her languidly as he slowly sank into her heat. He knew she had
been a virgin this morning and wanted to make up for his animalistic claim from
earlier today.
Her tight velvet heat twitched around her as he slowly rocked into her. He
could already feel himself draw tight and knew he wouldn't last much longer.
Stiles moaned and clawed at his arms as his thrusts became longer and harder.
Peter reached between them and circled her clit pushing her to come again. Eyes
flaring red, Peter latched his fangs onto her neck, claiming, as he became
erratic and started slamming into her. He could hear his name falling from her
lips again again as she chased her second orgasm. When she finally tightened
around him again he came licking at her throat where his fangs had pricked the
skin.
Pulling out he gently pulled her onto his chest as he laid down next to her.
Carding his fingers through her hair he could hear a soft purr fill the cabin.
“Happy?” asked Peter. Stiles rolled her eyes, smelling the smugness rolling off
him. She poked him in the ribs causing him to twitch.
“sh’d-up,” Stiles mumbled, “You’re driving me school tomorrow, theres no way Im
running there after that”
“I wouldn't make you run.” Laughed Peter.
“and you are getting me breakfast,” Stiles added hesitantly, peeking up at him
under her lashes.
“Of course my little fox,” Peter said tucking her in closer, her face pressed
into his neck. He listened for her heartbeat to slow and drifted off to sleep.
 
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Stiles smiled when she woke up to the smell of breakfast. Slipping on Peter's
shirt she slid down the ladder and bound over to him.
“You actually made breakfast!” Stiles said brightly.
“I said I would, besides the campground had a small convenience store with the
basics so it wasn't like I had to leave you alone for too long,” said Peter as
he put a pile of eggs and bacon on two plates. They sat in the small nook and
ate quietly. Peter finished and pulled her cell phone out of his pocket and
slid it across the table.
“Huh?” said Stiles, “Where has that been?”
“We had forgot it at the station so I grabbed it when we went back yesterday.
It should be charged. I think most of the missed calls and text are probably
from yesterday as well,” muttered Peter as he continued to pick at his food. If
Stiles didn't know better, she would think he was waiting to get snapped at for
having it.
Shrugging, Stiles scrolled through and deleted mostly everything from yesterday
until she got to the missed calls from Parrish and her Father she slumped in
her seat. She quickly apologized to Peter before slipping on a pair of cloth
shorts and going outside. The illusion of privacy was nice but she assumed he
would still eavesdrop.
She decided Parrish would be easiest to call first.
“Stiles?” Answered Jordan.
“Hey, so you called… like a bunch of times yesterday,” Stiles said wincing as
she scrolled through her call log.
“Yeah, the school called the house,” Jordan huffed, “and said you didn't come
in and Scott wasn't answering and Mrs. McCall was on shift and wasn't answering
any of my calls.” Stiles sighed, she really didn't want to lie to him.
“I wasn't feeling up to it,” Stiles said in what she hoped was a whiny teenage
girl voice, “besides the doctor said I could stay home another day if I wanted
to… I’m sorry I forgot to tell you… or the school.”
“So if I get ahold of Mrs. McCall she's going to say you spent the whole day at
the house?” asked Jordan, his voice laced with concern.
“Well.. Ugh!... no,” Stiles mumbled.
“Stiles!” Jordan said about to roll into overprotective mode.
“No no no no,” Stiles said quickly, “It's not that bad, I just was annoyed with
Scott so I decided to stay with someone else.”
“Oh really, and who was that?” Jordan asked, sounding more annoyed than
panicked, thankfully.
“Lydia Martin, my crush, oh my god it was amazing Jordan-” Stiles started.
“Oh my god No! Stiles, I don't need to hear this,” Jordan barked. Stiles did a
dance on the porch that it worked, until he started speaking again, “Listen I’m
going to believe that for now, because I’m trusting you will be at school
today. But Stiles you need to talk to me, or your Dad eventually about what
happened.”
 
“Is he ok?” Stiles whispered.
“Yeah he's doing better,” Jordan sighed, “I'm glad you called me. Just look
after yourself ok? We will deal with this when you are both ready, but if it
gives you any consolation he's a complete wreck about what happened.” Stiles
tried to quell the emotions inside of her. On one hand she was relieved to find
that his words weren't truthful, but she was still hurt and there were lines
that were crossed.
“Thank you again for looking after him,” Stiles said quietly, “Look, I’ll be
back home no latter than the weekend, I just need time… I think we both do. You
don't have to stay there.”
“I dont, but Im going to. Just call me or text at least once a day and maybe
swing by the station sometime for lunch or something,” Jordan pleaded.
“Yeah ok, I can do that,” Sigh Stiles.
“Take care Stiles and I mean it about school,” said Jordan.
“Yeah yeah, bye Jordan,” Stiles said with a hesitant smile to her voice.
Hanging up she stood staring at her phone for a moment before she felt two
strong arms wrap around her. “Werewolves have no sense of privacy. Peter just
snorted and held her closer. Stiles tipped her head back on his shoulder baring
her throat to him. A pleased growl rumbled in his chest as he teethed gently at
her neck.
“You should go get showered and ready to go,” Peter said muffled against her
neck. He must of heard her heart skip in surprise, “I'm not going to ask if you
aren't ready. Just know I care, you are Pack now and more than that really, so
I'm going to be concerned but I understand family issues are hard.”
Stiles just shrugged and pulled out of his grip. Pecking him on the cheek she
went inside to grab her toiletries and a change of clothes.
“Thank you Peter,” She said shyly, as she came back outside. Peter watched her
head to the bathhouse before going inside to grab her school bag and keys. The
danger was behind them but it didn't mean everything was ok… at least not yet.
All he could do was support her and the Pack and in doing so maybe earning
everyone's trust back.
***** Girl Talk *****
Chapter Summary
     Stiles has an awkward conversation with Lydia and someone unexpected
     drops in for some drama
Pulling up to the school Peter suddenly pulled her across the center dash and
kissed her. After he finally released her she sat for a moment breathless and
dazed. After recovering and she slapped his arm playfully.
“You are turning into a romantic dork,” said Stiles, giggling as she grabbed
her bag and slid out the door.
“I have no idea what you are talking about,” Peter said. Stiles rolled her
eyes, earning a Cheshire grin from Peter, “Be safe my little fox.”
“Of course,” chirped Stiles, Shutting the door she walked away with a little
sway to her hips teasing him. Groaning Peter drove away quickly before he was
tempted to whisk her away and keep her to himself for another day.
Stiles was practically cackling when she heard tires peel behind her. She
didn't have much time to celebrate her small victory because, barely inside the
school, sharp manicured nails dug into her arm and pulled her into the nearest
bathroom. Saying a silent prayer she turned to face her captor.
Lydia looked amazing as usual, dressed to the nines, however what caught Stiles
off guard was the look on her face. She looked excited.
“Well?” said Lydia. Looking at Stiles expectantly, Lydia sighed as Stiles
squirmed in front of her. “How was it?” Lydia asked, giggling when Stiles gaped
at her.
“What?! I don't… What are you… Nothing happened!!! Why are you looking at me
like that?!” Stuttered Stiles. Blushing furiously, flapping her arms like her
spastic self, as she went over what Lydia could have seen.
“Don't be dense Stiles,” said Lydia disappointed, “I am not one of the idiotic
boys we surround ourselves with. If last night's interaction wasn't obvious
enough, the kiss this morning confirmed it… Well that and you are limping.”
Stiles started sputtering excuses, only to be cut off by another look. “Look I
don't exactly like the man, but I’m smart enough to notice he is changing…
slowly, but he is. Not to mention he looked like a love sick puppy this
morning.” Stiles giggled and relaxed. Lydia was one of the biggest hurdles when
it came to Peter's acceptance.
“I was worried you would hate me,” Stiles said with a small smile.
“I could never hate you Stiles. Look just be careful and if he hurts you remind
him I have no moral qualms with lighting him on fire again.” said Lydia pulling
her into a hug, “Now let's get to class, we can talk about your sex life
later.” Spinning on her heels, Lydia quickly left the bathroom, leaving a
stunned Stiles in her wake. Stiles followed after a moment thoroughly dazed.
The morning classes were largely uneventful, as Scott was again not in
attendance. The only awkward moment was in her fourth period before lunch. She
shared world history with Isaac. Stiles smiled sweetly at him, but was caught
off guard as his nose flared and he turned bright red. Confused she sat behind
him and was about to address him when she remembered her heightened senses.
Discretely sniffing around she was mortified when she smelled traces of Peter
mixed in with her scent. ‘I showered before I went to school so why,’ Stiles
thought before an almost inaudible growl ripped out of her. Several of her
classmates twitched at the sound but didn't seem to realize where it came from.
Isaac did, he quickly turned around flashing his eyes at her.
“Calm down,” Isaac whispered shifting his eyes to her desk and then back to her
face. Looking down she noticed delicate crystal clear claws digging into her
desk as she gripped it. Taking a few deep breaths she stared at Isaac until
they slipped away.
“Sorry,” mumbled Stiles, earning a snort from Isaac, “I just realized what you
smelled.” Isaac blushed again and shrugged.
“Just try and keep it together Stilinski,” said Isaac, turning back to face
front as the teacher walked in. Stiles barely payed attention as he started
class, instead pulled out her phone discretely.
To Peter:
You gigantic manipulative ass. You kissed me so that the pack smelled you.
From Peter:
You wound me. I simply couldn't bear the thought of you leaving with a goodbye
kiss. The betas knowing you are claimed was simply a bonus. ;-)
To Peter:
Whatever Peter. BTW Lydia is giving you a chance. One down.
Wait, what do you mean Betas there's only Isaac?
From Peter:
She's being quite magnanimous isn't she. I thought she would be the hardest.
Oh, are the twins not there? I was under the impression they were no longer
Alphas and still skulking around.
To Peter:
What? Ugh you are hard to handle over text. Ill talk to you later.
No more sneaky scenting!
From Peter:
:-D
Rolling her eyes she put her phone away ignoring any further texts from the
man. She could handle to drama Queens at once and figured Derek would deal with
the twins in whatever way he wanted. Soon enough it would be lunch and she
would have to handle Lydia's invasive questioning… in the lunchroom… with other
people around… like Isaac… who would hear everything. She thumped her head on
the desk earning a glare from the teacher as she waited for the coming torture.
Stiles was about to enter the cafeteria when a set of familiar set of nails
snatched her arm again and started pulling her towards the side entrance.
Begrudgingly she let Lydia lead her into the parking lot and in between her
Toyota and her jeep, she almost ran into her when Lydia released her and spun
with a twirl of her skirt.
“Did I tell you you look wonderful today,” said Stiles, forcing a large smile.
She honestly would rather talk fashion than whatever Lydia had in store for
her.
“Please, I look perfect,” Lydia said, flipping her hair, “Like I always do. Now
stop delaying the inevitable. I know you are new to this but it's time for some
supernatural girl talk.” Wincing, Stiles sagged against her jeep, scrubbing her
hands over her face. Peeking between her fingers she saw Lydia's eyes boring
into her.
“Fine,” Grumbled Stiles, “what does this talk entail exactly.” Throwing up air
quotes, trying to come off calm despite awkward anxiety boiling up inside her.
“First and foremost, I am sure you are aware of the basics of the normal girl
talk via Melissa, so I'll skip my older sister ‘did you wrap it’ speech,” said
Lydia, ignoring the way Stiles was gaping at her.
“Whoa!” yelped Stiles, “Christ Lydia,” Lydia glared at her for the
interruption, “I’m not an idiot, but I have birth control and it's not like
werewolves can contract STDs.” Stiles let her head thunk against the jeep's
frame, trying to wrap her head around the beginnings of what had to be the
weirdest conversation she ever had. Which is impressive considering, Darach,
Druid, Werewolves, and Were foxes were an ever present part of her vocabulary.
“Seriously!” Lydia screeched making Stiles jump and wince at the assault to her
new sensitive hearing, “You are not human anymore! You shouldn't have just
assumed a simple hormone adjustment will work any more! Oh my god we need to
get a pharmacy.” Lydia was rounding her car and digging for her keys before
Stiles could process what she said. Breaking down laughing, was apparently not
the reaction Lydia was expecting, because she froze and look at Stiles like she
had completely lost it.
“Gods Lydia, I'm not stupid,” said Stiles, giving an undignified snort, “I have
the one that's like… inside… you know.”
“Oh, that should be sufficient.” said Lydia making her way back around the car.
She seemed hesitant, “So why… why did you… you know?”
Stiles winced again and resolved herself before speaking slowly “Well, the
first time was yesterday afternoon. You saw him the first time he was a Alpha,
but it's different this time. He looks like Derek does, like not all wolf-man.”
she paused waiting for Lydia to motion for her to continue, “But he's
struggling, with his instincts. He shifted and almost attacked, when all I did
was walk into his blind spot. He pulled himself back but he was freaked out.
Scared. It was awful Lydia. Seeing Peter of all people so unsure and worried it
made something in me snap. One second I was watching him break down and the
next I'm freaking hugging him.”
Lydia looked contemplative and asked, “So was it you that went to him or your…
fox?”
“Both?” said Stiles.
“So that was it? A hug and Peter was just sunshine and reformed murderer
again?” asked Lydia, clearly suspicious.
“Well yes and no,” Stiles admitted blushing, “I held on until he calmed down
but whatever instincts we were running on… kind of… like escalated.. and we…
well, yeah.”
“You and Peter had sex,” Lydia said bluntly. She seemed to ignore Stiles
awkwardness and barreled through, “I bet it was amazing.”
“What?” Stiles said with a squeak. Lydia just rolled her eyes.
“Please, I'm just saying he seems like he would be good in bed. Don't get your
feathers ruffled. Oh well I guess I should say fur,” Lydia said, nonchalant
like this was typical conversation for Stiles.
Clearing her throat Stiles managed to sputter, “Y-yeah, he is. My new healing
definitely helped with the whole being a virgin thing.”
“You were a virgin!” gasped Lydia.
“Yes!” snapped Stiles, “He made up for last night anyways,” smiling to herself,
“can we talk about something else.”
“What do you mean made up for-,” Started Lydia before getting glared at, “Fine,
let's talk about you suddenly being not human. I know first hand that can be
overwhelming. Allison and I read through some things Peter sent us last night.”
That surprised Stiles. Peter must have sent it this before going to bed or
early this morning. “It seems pretty similar to the wolves up until you get to
your ability with Alphas. Which honestly we could use. Peters not the only one
struggling.”
“I noticed Scott wasn't in school, but I don't want to…”Stiles started saying
before freezing.
“Want to what? Sleep with him?” Lydia pressed, confused at her friend's sudden
silence. When she got no reply she realized Stiles wasn't looking at her but
over her shoulder. Stiles pushed past her as she turned around and grabbed
whoever was behind Lydia before they collapsed.
“Cora?” gasped Stiles. The girl looked just as bad as the hospital, with black
blood trickling out of her mouth and nose.
“Deaton,” Cora rasped. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her body started
convulsing. Stiles looked to Lydia for help only to see her looking just as
confused and panicked as her.
“Oh my god!” yelled Lydia, “I'm called Derek. She's supposed to be at Deaton
getting treated!” she pulled out her phone, almost fumbling it, “roll her on
her side. Like with Erica.”
Cora was making little whimpering noises as Stiles tried to help her through
her fit. She could feel the panic pushing her shift but could bring herself to
care. Why had Cora come to them? Why had Deaton let her leave? Why wasn't she
better yet? Cursing herself for not checking on her earlier, she could only
hold her close while Lydia got help. Peter and Derek couldn't handle losing her
again. Especially with the way they were freaking out at the hospital. God she
hoped someone would come soon.
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