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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      teen_wolf_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Peter_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Peter_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Sheriff_Stilinski, Derek_Hale, Scott
      McCall, Lydia_Martin, Deucalion_(Teen_Wolf), Erica_Reyes, Vernon_Boyd,
      Isaac_Lahey, Jennifer_Blake, Cora_Hale
  Additional Tags:
      Slow_Burn, Slow_Build, Enimes_to_friends, Friends_to_Lovers, Awkwardness,
      Hurt/Comfort
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-06-26 Words: 13262
****** I never liked him, until now ******
by KrAuEd
Summary
     Stiles has never liked Peter, but after a series of unfortunate
     events he learns to see the good in him.
Notes
     The underage warning is because Stiles is 17 years old in this story,
     and please excuse any grammar mistakes.
Stiles lays on the cold floor, darkness surrounding him. His limbs chained up
like an animal. He tries to scream out, but all that comes out is a bloody
gargle. He doesn't remember falling asleep, hell he doesn't even remember what
happened within the last couple of days. He remembers being at Derek's loft,
pack adjoined to find out where Boyd and Erica had run off too. Afterwards,
when everyone was tired of researching and wallowing around, he walked home
because his jeep had broken down a couple days ago.
Derek didn't like that he was going alone, since two members of the pack were
already missing, but Stiles told him to piss off. After leaving, it's blank. He
can remember passing Scott's house but that's it. Darkness consumes his
memories. He tilts his head up, looking at his arms which dangle from the
chains that are hooked into a wall. He groans as he tries to move, his whole
body is in pain, as if he were beat daily. He looks down at his knees which are
extremely close to his chest. His legs are numb, probably from sitting on them
this whole time.
He tries to move once more, but all he feels is blood trickle down his side,
probably from the gaping holes in his neck. He definitely can't see them, but
the feeling is horrible. He has no clothes on except for breifs, which makes
him imagine the things they could have done to him while he was out of it. He
can feel the cold metal scrape against his ankles and wrists, wishing this
would all be over soon. He lets out a choked sob, finally realizing that this
may be his last moments on earth.
Stiles has no idea what to do. He has nobody at the moment. Nobody will come
and save him. He just knowsthat days have passed by. He can tell that the
longer it takes them to find him, the less time he has. With his luck they
probably gave up already. He looks up at the small window above him, his only
source of light. It's a full moon today, he realizes. Which is probably why
nobody has come to greet him yet.
The pain is unimaginable. He thinks some ribs are broken, snd bets there are
some bruises on his arms. Jesus, he feels useless. All he can do is sit there,
and wait. He whines as he breathes. It hurts to move his chest, and you know
what breathing requires? Moving your chest. 
His thoughts are soon stopped when he hears moving to the side of him, on the
other wall. Then more movement near the wall in front of him. He guesses
they're other people, chained up like him. He can't see them though, since
moonlight isn't best for a whole room. He tires to calm down, but the only
thing he can think about is how much everything hurts.
"H-Hel-Help...." He whispers breathlessly.
He can hear more movement in front of him, which makes him turn his head
towards it. He wishes he hadn't because the eyes meeting him are golden with a
yellow hue. He panics and moves backwards, which he immediately regrets because
his back hits the wall, causing him to scream out in pain.
"S-Stil-Stiles?" The figure with werewolf eyes asks slowly.
The voice is feminine, and he can already tell who it belongs to. The person
they've been searching for, for days. Erica.
"E-Erica? Is t-that you?" Stiles quivers out.
He can hear her gasp. "Stiles! Oh my god, are you okay?" She asks quickly.
Stiles laughs, groaning afterwards. "Y-Yeah. I'm fine Catwoman." 
He can hear her hiss after shuffling a bit, but it stops after a couple
seconds.
"Do-Do you know w-where we are?" Stiles questions as he tugs on the chains.
"No. All I know is that me and Boyd were taken by a pack, then you." She says
softly.
Stiles nods, knowing she should be able to see him. That means Boyd must be the
one next to him on his right. Both Erica and Stiles freeze as they hear a latch
unlock, then a door open with an erie creak. Stiles looks to his left and his
eyes adjust to the light shining through. A man stands there with a creepy
smile. He wears glasses, along with a jacket, blue jeans and shoes. He walks
slowly, steadily, tip tapping with his cane.
He pauses in front of Stiles, smirk growing more. He crouches in front of him,
which causes Stiles to retaliate, spitting all over his face. The man sighs and
takes off his glasses, wiping his face with his hand. His eyes looked damaged,
which probably explains why he is using the cane.
"You must be the spark." The man says roughly.
Stiles smiles as best as he can. "Sorry, jackass, but I don't know what that i-
"
His sentence is cut short by the man wrapping his hand around Stiles' throat
and pinning him to the wall. He growls in Stiles' face, which makes him realize
he closed his eyes. Stiles opens them slowly and sees the dark red staring back
at him, signaling alpha. 
"I'd adivise you not to do that again. I can be very, very, short tempered.
Don't make me kill you earlier than I have too."
Stiles whines in response, not being able to breathe sucks. The man smiles and
lets go, causing Stiles to go into a coughing fit. Stiles looks up to see the
man has risen, and is looking towards the door, where a girl stands.
"Take the two wolves to the vault." The man says angrily.
The girl nods and she walks in, along with another man. They both grab Erica
and Boyd, dragging them along and out of the tiny room.
"No! No being them back!" Stiles yells, ignoring the pain surging through his
chest in response.
The man growls and kicks him in the stomach, causing Stiles to loose his
breath. He wheezes and looks up, trying to stay awake. He can feel the darkness
consuming him, light disappearing. It isn't long before he tires and passes
out.
-
When Stiles wakes he's in the arms of a man. He doesn't know who but it feels
familiar. He opens his eyes to see the one and only Peter Hale. He's confused,
as would anyone else in this situation, but as he looks around all he sees is
forest. He groans as he moves his head, headache setting in from the lack of
food and water.
"P-Peter?" Stiles whispers.
Peter looks down at the boy he is carrying bridal style, arms underneath his
knees, and back.
"Oh, you're awake. Sorry about this, I didn't bring a car." He says with a
smirk.
Stiles whines as Peter talks. "Too loud. Wait. Wait you have to go back!" 
Stiles tries to wiggle out from the grasp of the older werewolf but has no such
luck.
"Why would we need to go back? I just saved you from a pack of alphas, there's
no need to go back." Peter responds smile turning to a frown.
"No. No, Erica and Boyd were still there." Stiles grounds out.
Peter chuckles and shakes his head. "If they were there, I would have smelled
them Stiles. Trust me, your friends are long gone."
Stiles sighs and clutches onto Peter's shirt. "My whole body hurt last time I
was awake. Why does it feel perfectly fine now?" 
Peter rolls his eyes. "Because you idiotic spaz, i've been sucking the pain
from you while we walk. I'm amazed you're not dead. Though I can only take a
little pain at a time, or else your nerves will shock and you'd die from me
trying to help you. The pain will return in fifteen minutes or so, so we best
get home soon."
Stiles laughs. "You've been doing the wolf sucky thingy. So nice." Stiles says
loopy.
Peter growls. "I'm not nice."
"Sure you are! I don't think mean people would do this. I mean you are
psychotic i'll give you that." 
Peter huffs and continues walking, ignoring Stiles for the rest of the time
being. The walk is long, and silent. You can hear the leaves crunch against
Peter's footsteps, the grasshoppers chirping, wind howling. Stiles doesn't even
realize they're in a house until Peter stops in the living room.
"Can you stand?" Peter questions.
"I-I don't know." Stiles retorts.
Peter slowly releases Stiles from his grasp, letting his feet touch the floor.
Stiles hisses at the pain but manages to stand on his own. He smiles when he
realizes he's fine.
"Come on, you need a shower." Peter says, moving away from Stiles as an
indication to follow. 
Peter leads him through a hallway pausing next to a door which he opens
quickly. He flicks on the light and Stiles covers his eyes with his hand.
Stiles looks around and it's a pretty nice bathroom. Extremely white, with a
huge bathtub. It's just now that Stiles realizes he's been in his underwear
this entire time, which causes him to blush. 
Peter sniffs and chuckles. "If you're embarrassed about being half naked, don't
be."
Stiles nods and Peter starts the shower for him. "You can wear some of my
clothes since you don't have any, obviously."
Stiles narrows his eyes at him. "This is your place?" He asks skeptically.
Peter tilts his head. "What did you think it was?"
Stiles smirks. "I don't know, maybe you broke in here? I thought you lived in a
cave."
Peter chuckles and exits the bathroom leaving Stiles alone. Stiles strips and
closes the door, climbing into the warm stream of water. He hadn't realized how
dirty he was until he looked down at the blood and grime flow down the drain.
He winces as the water hits his bruises. His head jerks as the door opens,
shadow appearing behind the curtain.
"Don't worry, just me. I'm putting the clothes on the toilet seat. Don't put
them on after the shower though, we need to bandage you up first." The sneaky
werewolf says.
Stiles sighs. "O-Okay."
Peter leaves and Stiles stands there, letting the water run down his body. He
thinks about Boyd and Erica, about how frightened they must be right now, if
they're alive that is. It takes about thirty minutes for him to wash off all
the dried up blood and sweat. He turns off the water and steps out, drying
himself with a towel. He shuffles through the clothes and sees Peter gave him
grey sweatpants, a sweater, and black briefs. He quickly pulls the underwear on
and opens the door.
Peter is standing there already, fist up as if he were about to knock. Stiles
nods and sits down on the toilet, clothes in his lap. Peter crouches and opens
the cabinet underneath the sink, pulling out a first aid kit. He opens it and
pulls out disinfectant, bandages, and other necessities. Peter quickly dabs
some disinfectant on a rag and places it on Stiles' cuts and marks. It stings,
but doesn't hurt until he reaches the puncture marks on his neck.
Stiles curses and balls his fists in Peter's shirt. Peter just chuckles and
starts wrapping bandages around the wounds.
"You have no broken bones or sprains, just serious bruises and cuts. You must
be a very lucky boy." Peter whispers.
Stiles rolls his eyes. Once Peter is finished Stiles quickly stands up and puts
the rest of the clothes on. Peter's reaction is a growl.
"Is there something wrong?" Stiles asks as he flattens out the baggy sweater
Peter gave him.
Peter shakes his head. "No, it's just that you're wearing my scent. Something
that a lot of wolves do with their mates. The way our scents combine took me by
surprise is all."
Peter packs all the stuff away and stashes the kit in the cabinet. Stiles nods
and follows Peter to the kitchen, shuffling his way through the house. His body
feels like it ways a ton, and all he wants to do it go to bed.
"You must be starving. Sit down while I make us something." Peter directs,
moving about in the kitchen.
Stiles sits down on the couch which is not too far from the kitchen. He grabs
the remote and turns on the t.v, grimacing at the pain his arms respond with.
"You cook?" Stiles asks from the couch, channel surfing.
Peter smiles and nods. "Yes. Talia and David couldn't cook for shit, so it was
up to me to make food for our pack."
Stiles nods and continues flipping through boring shows. "Do you miss them?"
Stiles asks out of nowhere.
Peter pauses on what he was doing and looks Stiles in the eye. "Of course. My
older sister was my favorite of my family, especially after she gave me a home
after my parents kicked me out."
Stiles riases his eyebrows. "You were kicked out? Why?"
Peter sighs as he cuts tomatoes. "I didn't like the way they did things.
Training Talia to be alpha when they should have been training both of us."
Stiles nods once again as he turns off the t.v, claiming nothing good was on.
He rises slowly, pain finally setting in. He falls backwards against the couch,
groaning as his back hits it. Peter just laughs.
"Could you do the sucky thing again?" Stiles asks positioning himself to lay
down.
Peter shakes his head. "You have to eat first. Like I said if I do it too much
it will do more harm than good."
Stiles whines as he lays his head on the armrest connected to the couch. A
silence falls between the two, and Stiles can hear sizzling from the kitchen.
It makes him wonder what Peter is cooking, since hadn't had the chance to look
when he fell down. It smells amazing, he can say that much. He must have
blacked out a little bit because soon Peter is above him, handing him a plate.
Stiles takes it cautiously and sits up a smidge. It's a cheeseburger with curly
fries. His favorite.
"Thanks." Stiles says as he picks up a fry.
Peter nods and walks away, probably to his room. Stiles takes a bite of the
burger and it's heaven.The meat is so juicy and the cheese is melted perfectly.
The ratio of tomato, lettuce, and meat is perfect. And there's bacon on it too,
crispy, just how he likes it. He moans as he eats it, hunger finally making
itself known. He scarfs the perfection in an instant. He looks around if Peter
left any ketchup but he sees none.
"Hey Peter?" Stiles yells from his spot.
"Yeah?" Peter says, though it sounds very far.
"You got any ketchup?" Stiles asks.
He can hear shuffling in Peter's room, then footsteps. He turns his head to see
a very wet werewolf with a towel around his waist.
"Oh! Sorry! I didn't know you were in the shower!" Stiles yips.
Peter smiles and grabs a ketchup bottle from the fridge, quickly walking over
and handing it to Stiles. Stiles mumbles a thank you and Peter returns to his
room, which must have a connected shower. Stiles smacks himself in the head for
being an idiot. He quickly stuffs his face full of fries and sets the plate on
the island a couple feet in front of the couch.
He feels stuffed and closes his eyes for a second, which turns out to be
longer. He wakes up to Peter picking him up out of the couch, carrying him to
his room. The werewolf lays him on the bed and throws a blanket over him.
Stiles opens his eyes and sees that he is currently in Peter's room.
"Wai." Stiles slurs.
Peter turns around from the door and looks at him. "What?"
"I said wait." Stiles mumbles into a pillow.
"For what?" Peter says unamused.
"Where are you going to sleep?" Stiles asks loopy.
"On the couch, better I than you." 
"No." Stiles says, still loopy.
"No?" Peter questions.
"Come in bed with me." Stiles says, scooting over and patting the spot next to
him.
Peter sighs and closes the door behind him. He strips to his underwear and
climbs in next to the younger man, rolling his eyes when Stiles moves closer to
him.
"Jesus, you're like a furnace." 
Peter raises his eyebrows. "Will that be a problem?"
Stiles moves closer to Peter, laying his head on Peter's chest, and wraping an
arm around the wolfs torso.
"No-No it's-It's fine. All-" Stiles yawns in the middle of his sentence.
"Fine."
Peter has no idea what to do. Stiles is cuddling with him. Peter Hale does not
cuddle.When he tries to pry Stiles off he whines and holds on tighter. Peter
sighs and turns to turn off the lamp that sits on a drawer next to the bed. He
positions his arm around Stiles neck, getting more comfortable.
"Goodnight Stiles." Peter whispers.
"G'night puppy." Stiles says with a smile.
Peter may or may not be smiling too.
-
Stiles wakes up to find the spot where Peter had lain empty, and the house
smelling like bacon. He smiles when he hears Peter humming. It's just at this
second he realizes how domestic this is. They aren't even together, why should
he feel so happy? Stiles tries to move but his body is extremely sore, the
least he can do is breathe. He moves his arms to help him up a little bit, that
way he is elevated instead of flat on his back.
"Peter?" Stiles asks towards the empty room.
He can hear the humming stop and the sounds of pots being moved, along with the
shuffling of feet he can always attatch to the wolf. Peter peeks his head in
through the doorway and looks annoyed.
"What?" Peter questions.
"Can you text Derek and my dad that i'm okay? I don't have my phone." 
Peter frowns at the question. "Why does Derek need to know?"
Stiles furrows his brows and tilts his head. "Because if you tell him, the
whole pack will soon know. It's better than having to call everyone and tell
them i'm okay."
Peter nods and pulls out his phone from what appears to be clothes he changed
into when Stiles was asleep. Jeans, and a v-neck t-shirt. He throws the phone
towards Stiles and he fumbles with catching it, almost dropping it twice.
"Passcode is 2776." Peter says as he leaves the doorway.
"2776." Stiles whispers to himself.
Stiles punches in the number and it unlocks, to which he proceeds with entering
his fathers number. It rings a couple times before he picks up.
"Sheriff Stilinski. Who is this?" 
Stiles laughs. "Really dad? That's how you answer your phone to strange
numbers?"
The other line is silent for a couple seconds. "Stiles? Is that you? We've been
looking for days! Are you okay? Where are you?"
"Dad. Stop with the twenty one questions. Yes i'm okay, kind of. And i'm
currently at Peter Hales house. Don't worry though, i'm safe. For now. I was
kidnapped and beat up pretty good but Peter rescued me. It hurts too much to
move so i'm going to stay here for a little while, at least until I can get up
without my whole body retaliating. I just wanted to call you and tell you i'm
fine."
He can hear the Sheriff sigh on the other line. "I don't trust Peter." The
Sheriff growls out.
"Dad, i'm pretty sure nobody trusts Peter. But right now I can't exactly move.
He helped me though. Fed me, bandaged me, let me take a shower. If it weren't
for him i'd probably be dead."
The Sheriff laughs. "Tell him I say thanks then. As long as you're fine. I will
require a call a day though, that way I can make sure he hasn't killed you
yet."
Stiles snickers. "I think if I annoy him enough he'll do more than kill me."
"Thanks for making me worry less son. Great help." The Sheriff responds
sarcastically.
"No problem dad. Love you."
"Love you too, son."
Stiles presses the end call button and scrolls through Peter's contact list to
find Derek. His chuckles when he sees the name 'Annoying and agressive nephew'.
He taps the green call button and puts it up to his ear waiting for him to pick
up. When he does though, it's not a friendly greeting.
"What do you want Peter? I'm busy." Derek growls.
"So rude. Do you talk to everybody with that mouth?" Stiles asks.
He can practically hear him roll his eyes. "Stiles. Nice to hear you're okay.
We've been looking for days. Where are you? Are you okay? Why are you calling
on Peter's phone?"
Stiles breathes in. "Oh my god what is with all the questions today? Listen I
don't have time and neither do you. When I was captured I saw Erica and Boyd
there too and I have no idea what happened to them. I heard 'take them to the
vault' and then they were pulled away from the room we were being held in. I
don't exactly know where that place is since Peter is the one who found me, but
I think they could be in serious danger. They were taken by an alpha, Derek.
Who knows what they could be doing with them. Peter said he didn't smell them
when he saved me."
Derek is silent. "What did the alpha look like?"
"Uh. Old, wears glasses as if he were blind, and walks with a cane. Also very
rude."
He can hear Derek curse. "Deucalion. Dammit. I should have known. I'll let
everyone know you're okay, but I have to go."
The call ends and all that Stiles hears is a dial tone. He rolls his eyes and
waits for Peter to come and fetch his phone, cause it's obvious he would be
listening in. Soon Peter walks in, but with a tray in his hand which is filled
with pancakes and bacon. Chocolate chip pancakes.Which are the best. Anyone
would know that.
Peter sets the tray down in front of Stiles and plucks the phone from Stiles'
hand.
"Peter? Why are you being so nice? This isn't like you at all, it's as if
someone was writing a fanfiction about you, but wanted to change it so you were
more likable."
Peter just stares at the young man and smirks. "Funny how that'sthe conclusion
you come to. And i'm not being nice, i'm doing what I believe anyone would do
in this situation. Remember, I was once in a coma. Nobody came to help me.
Nobody came to talk to me. I was all alone. I just, didn't want you to feel
like that."
Stiles smiles. "You're such a puppy."
Peter growls and flashes his electric blue eyes at Stiles. "Don't call me
that."
Stiles takes a bite of his bacon and laughs. "Fine. Creeper wolf."
Peter rolls his eyes and moves towards the exit.
"Hey Peter?"
The older wolf turns his head over his shoulder and waits for what Stiles is
going to say.
"Thanks." Stiles says thoughtfully.
Stiles swears he can see Peter smile, but he can't tell because his back is
turned. Peter leaves the room and Stiles scarfs down his bacon. 
-
Stiles has no idea when he fell asleep. He wakes up with a crick in his neck
that hurts when he moves his head. He looks to the side to see a glass of water
and naproxen sitting on the drawer next to the lamp. He slowly grabs the pill
bottle and takes one out, popping it in his mouth and swallowing it down with
water. He sighs as he finishes the drink, wondering where the tray went.
He looks around the room and takes in how boring it is. The walls are white
with no posters or paintings. The bathroom is just a couple feet away from the
bed and he doesn't even have a t.v. Stiles groans. He is so bored. He has
nothing to do. He can't go out into the living room to watch t.v and he can't
even help Derek with finding Erica and Boyd. He feels useless. He looks up at
the ceiling and wonders how long this is going to take.
He is soon pulled out of his thoughts because Peter is in the room rummaging
through his drawers and cabinets. 
"What'cha lookin for?" Stiles asks with a smirk.
Peter side eyes him and huffs. "None of your concern."
Stiles frowns and sighs. Even Peter won't help with his boredom. He would kill
to have a decent conversation right about now.
"Why are you being so grumpy?" Peter asks as he fiddles with a pocket belonging
to a pair of dirty pants.
"I'm bored! You don't have a t.v in your room and i'm stuck on bed rest!"
Stiles complains.
Peter does his well known Hale eye roll. "I'll carry you out to the living room
after I find what i'm looking for."
Stiles pouts and looks around the room. "If you tell me what you're looking for
I can help."
Peter throws the pair of jeans down and rubs his face with his hand. "It's a
golden ring, I had it on last night but I can't remember where I put it."
Stiles thinks back to when he last saw Peter with a ring on, which he can't for
the life of him remember a day he wore one.
"I've never seen you wear it. How come?"
Peter huffs and looks at Stiles with his hands on his waist. "Because, it's my
wedding ring...." Peter mumbles above a whisper.
"It's your what?" Stiles says raising his hands to his ear.
"My wedding ring." Peter says louder.
Stiles is taken aback. When did Peter get married? Has he always been married?
"Oh. Uh. I didn't know you were married."
Peter picks up a different pair of pants and starts molesting the pocket.
"Well, technically i'm not anymore. My wife died in the fire along with my
unborn child. I had the ring on when the fire started and it was the only thing
of mine that survived."
Stiles frowns. He knew Peter had family in the fire that died, but hearing him
talk about it is depressing. Not only did he have a wife, but a kid. He was
going to be a father. Another issue is that wolves mate for life, meaning Peter
may never find someone again. Stiles can only imagine the pain Peter went
through, no wonder he went crazy. Anybody in his situation would have. 
Peter growls as he throws the pants down on the ground again, sitting on the
bed next to Stiles' legs and putting his face in his hands. Stiles has no idea
what to do. Is he supposed to comfort him? Tell him he'll find the ring? God.
Once again he feels useless. He feels worse when he hears Peter sniffle. <Is-Is
he crying? Is Peter FreakingHale crying?!> Stiles thinks to himself.
Stiles reaches over and puts his left hand on the wolfs shoulder, rubbing
circles with his thumb.
"Dammit." Peter whispers as he wipes his eyes with his hands.
"Something wrong?" Stiles asks not taking his hand away.
Peter laughs. "I'm sitting here, crying, next to a seventeen year old boy
because I can't find my wedding ring. A wedding ring that I shouldn't even have
because my wife is dead! There's no fucking point in being sad!" Peter yells
into his hand.
Stiles moves, ignoring the surging pain being shot through his body. He slides
next to Peter, side hugging him. Their thighs touch but Stiles doesn't care,
all he cares about is Peter right now.
"Hey. It's okay to be sad Peter."
"No. it isn't. It makes you weak." Peter growls through his clenched teeth.
Stiles sighs and hugs Peter tighter. "No it doesn't. It's apart of being human.
You know how I have my jeep? The one everybody tells me to get rid of?"
Peter nods his head, keeping his hands on his face to hide his shame.
"Well. My mother gave it to me. Before she died she said roscoe was mine, and
always will be. So when she did die, I slept in that car for days before my dad
got tired of it, but let me tell you something. If I lost roscoe, or she was
too beaten up to be fixed, i'd be in a worse state than you right now-"
Peter laughs quietly.
"What i'm trying to say is that I understand. Don't beat yourself up because
you believe sadness equels weakness. It's okay to be sad Peter. I have a
feeling that ever since the fire you haven't let yourself mourn correctly. So.
Let it out. Right here and right now. I won't judge."
He can see Peter's lip quiver, and it isn't long before he hears the sobs. The
way Peter loosens his back and shoulders, which shake at the same time of his
noises. Stiles stops side hugging him and turns Peter so their looking face to
face, then he wraps his arms around the werewolfs neck and moves his head on
Peter's left shoulder. Properly hugging him. He can feel tears soak his
clothes, but he doesn't care.
Peter's hands are still. Unmoving. That is until Peter picks them up and slowly
wraps them around Stiles' waist. Peter continues sobbing and Stiles rubs his
back slowly.
They sit there for about fifteen minutes, Peter sobbing until he goes deathly
quiet. Stiles assumes he's asleep, but when he tries to move away from the hug,
Peter latches on tighter. Stiles sighs and pats Peter on the back. Peter lets
go a couple seconds after and his face is red, eyes puffy. Stiles scratches his
neck cause now it's awkward. Peter stands up and picks Stiles off the bed.
Stiles yips in response and Peter ambles his way to the couch, dropping Stiles
onto it softly. He hands Stiles the remote, and for some reason hands him his
phone. 
"Help yourself to any food if you want. I'm going to sleep for a bit." Peter
says softly, face looking dim.
Peter starts trotting off but Stiles quickly grabs his hand. "Hey. I know it
isn't the time but could you do some of the pain sucky thing?"
Peter laughs and black veins appear on his arms, Stiles quickly feels the pain
fade and lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. After a couple
seconds Peter lets go of Stiles' hand and leaves the room. Stiles turns on the
t.v and gasps when he sees avengers. He scrolls sideways to see whats playing
afterwards and it's avengers age of ultron. 
"Awesome! Perfect binge watch opportunity." Stiles says to himself.
He stands up and walks to the kitchen, searching the cabinets for a bag of
popcorn. When he finally finds one he opens the plastic wrap and pops it in the
microwave, clicking the 'popcorn' button. He quickly plucks a bowl from a
bottom cabinet and places it on the counter. He stands next to the microwave,
waiting for the popping sounds. He fishes Peter's phone from his pocket (which
he doesn't remember putting in) and scrolls through random shit.
He goes through his contact list first, seeing familiar numbers here and there,
but it isn't until he sees 'booty call' that he stops scroling through. He
decides to snoop through his camera roll next, and boy does he regret it. The
first picture that pops up is a hugedick, belonging to someone he doesn't know.
But as he looks longer he can tell that patch of hair on a stomach from
anywhere.
It's Peters. He is currently looking at Peters' cock. Without his consent.
Sitles palms his jeans, trying to fix his growing problem but it doesn't seem
to be working. He quickly exits the camera roll and turns the phone off,
sliding it back into his pants. But then he starts thinking. Peter used that
phone to take the photo. Therefore, the phone was very up close and personal
with Peters' junk. So by association Stiles has been near Peters' crotch.
Stiles shivers just thinking about it. Yet. He can't help but feel aroused. The
pic was hot. Incredibly. Stiles smacks himself in the head and curses just for
thinking that. The popcorn finishes as he opens the bag, pouring it into the
bowl. He walks over to the couch and sits down, kicking his feet up on the
island, and taking handfulls of popcorn at a time. It's about halfway through
the movie when Stiles get's an idea.
He pulls the phone from his pocket and types in his own number, adding it to
the contacts list. He then proceeds to click on the camera icon next to the
message box. The camera roll pops up and he taps on the nude. He was about to
click send when Peter appears right behind him and asks.
"What are you doing?"
Stiles jumps up and hides the phone behind his back.
"No-Nothing. Nope. No. Nothing at all." Stiles responds nervously.
Peter raises his eyebrows and presents his hand. "Give me my phone then."
Stiles laughs and shakes his head. "This 'ole thing? Nah, you don't need it." 
Peter growls. "Give me. The phone. Stiles."
Stiles frowns and sighs, plopping the phone in Peter's hand. Peter narrows his
eyes at Stiles as he unlocks the phone. The sight on Peter's face when he
realizes what Stiles was doing makes Stiles blush. Peter looks from the phone,
back to Stiles.
"You were sending my photo to someone?"
Stiles scratches his neck and mumbles a yeah.
"Whose number is this?" Peter asks with a furrowed brow.
"Mine...." Stiles says shamefully.
Peter's eyes go wide. "Oh. Um."
"Yeah." Stiles whispers.
"Why exactly were you sending my nudes to yourself?"
Stiles can feel the blood rush to his cheeks and neck. "B-Because I was g-going
to. Uh. Use it for-for....blackmail!" Stiles yells the last bit.
Peter raises his eyebrows. "You were sending my nudes to yourself, so you could
blackmail me? For what?"
Stiles looks around the room as he tries to think of an excuse. "Just uh, in
case you didn't want to help us if we needed it."
"Ah, I get it now. So you discovered my pictures, found it arousing, decided to
send it to yourself for jerk off material, then came up with this lame ass
excuse to make me think you weren't using my photos as a way to relieve
yourself?"
Peter said the sentence so fact Stiles didn't have time to process what he said
and instantly yelled. "Yes! Wait. Waitwaitwait no! No that is not what
happened!"
"Mhhm." Peter says in response.
Stiles pouts and Peter rolls his eyes, shuffling his way out of the living room
and back into his room. Stiles stands there, unable to move from embarrassment.
Stiles looks around the house and sighs, slowly sitting back down on the couch.
It's just then he realizes that Peter is a werewolf, he could literally hear
Stiles lie. 
"Dammit." Stiles whispers as he closes his eyes.
He then hears Peter's phone ring and turns his head towards Peters' room. 
"Hello? Yes this is him. Uh huh. Yeah. Got it."
Peter walks out of his room and hands Stiles the phone. "For you."
Stiles raises his eyebrows and grabs the phone from Peters' hand, moving it
towards his ear. "Hello?"
"Stiles? Is that you?" Says the voice Stiles couldn't mistake for anyone.
"Yes Ms. McCall. It's me."
He can hear her gasp. "We've been worried sick! And then I hear from your
father that you're with Peter. Are you okay? Do you need anyone to come get
you?"
Stiles laughs. "No. Im good. Thank you though. I'll be back when I can actually
move around, which should be in a couple days."
"Oh, okay. Well, be sure to call me and your dad while you're staying at
Peters' okay? God knows what he can do to you while you sleep."
Stiles closes his eyes and breathes in. "Thanks Ms. McCall, totally not
worrying now!" Stiles says sarcastically.
Melissa laughs and says her goodbye and so does Stiles. When the call ends
Peter is instantly there to take the phone back.
Stiles just laughs to himself.
-
Two days pass quickly, and Stiles can now stand without hurting too much. He
quickly gets a ride back to his house from Peter and heads to bed, wanting to
get sleep on a matress he is comfortable on. When he opens the door though,
Derek and Scott are already there waiting for him.
"Woah! Hey guys!" Stiles says in surprise.
Scott rushes to hug Stiles, wrapping his arms around Stiles' neck. "Are you
okay? Did he do anything to you?"
Stiles chuckles. "I'm fine Scott, the only damage is what the other pack did to
me."
Scott nods and they both turn to Derek, who stands next to the window, arms
crossed.
"What's up sour wolf? Didn't expect you to be here."
Derek sniffs and looks at Stiles with narrowed eyes. "You smell like Peter."
Stiles rolls his eyes. "Of course I smell like Peter, I wore his clothes, and
spent four days with the dude."
Derek nods and sighs. "We haven't been able to track down Boyd or Erica. We
searched the adress Peter gave and he was right, Erica and Boyd aren't there
anymore. Along with any werewolves."
Stiles frowns. "Are you sure?"
Derek nods and Stiles wipes his face with his hand. "Okay, uh. Call a pack
meeting tomorrow, because right now I need to sleep and do....other stuff."
Derek nods again and leaves through the window. Scott points his thumb towards
the window. "He knows he can use the door right?"
Stiles shrugs and Scott hugs him once more before leaving. He quickly changes
his clothes, finally in something that belongs to him. Though he didn't mind
sharing clothes with Peter, they were comfortable. He walks downstairs to see
his dad walking in the house.
"Hey dad." Stiles says from the last step.
John turns his head and smiles when he sees Stiles. The Sheriff opens his arms
and Stiles hugs the shit out of him. 
"I'm glad you're back kiddo. Did Peter treat you right? Do I need to get my
shotgun?"
Stiles laughs and shakes his head, releasing his father from the embrace. "I'm
fine. It's fine. No need for violence."
The Sheriff pats Stiles on the shoulder and climbs up the stairs to his room.
Stiles looks around his house and sighs.
"Home sweet home." He whispers.
-
The next morning Stiles wakes up to someone knocking on his window. When he
opens his eyes he sees Derek there waiting. He groans and gets out of bed,
unlocking the door for the wolf.
"You know one of these days i'm going to be naked, or jerking off and it'll be
your fault." Stiles says aggravated.
Derek climbs in and rolls his eyes. "I wouldn't care. Anyways, the meeting is
in ten minutes. I tried calling you but you wouldn't answer, therefore I had to
wake you uo myself."
Stiles flicks Derek on his head and he growls. "I don't have my phone dumbass,
lost it when I was kidnapped."
Derek scowls and turns to exit the window. "Just hurry up. We're not going to
wait for you."
Derek jumps out the window leaving Stiles alone. He quickly pulls on a pair of
jeans and a white t-shirt, along with his red jacket. He walks down the stairs
two at a time and slips on shoes, forgetting socks. He opens the door and
closes it behind him, locking it with his house key. He searches the garage for
his bike and by the time he finds it, it's been five minutes.
Stiles curses and hops on, peddling as fast as he can. When he finally reaches
the loft apartment he takes a good look at it. It has exposed brickwork, with
large arched windows, and it's pretty big for an apartment. He walks in the
elevator and pushes the button, which slowly takes him up.
When he opens the door to the loft everyone turns and stares at him. Derek,
Scott, Isaac, Lydia, and Allison stand there with gloomy expressions on their
face.
"Hey guys. What's with those faces?" Stiles asks with a smile.
Derek tenses and looks at everyone before speaking. "Deucalion said he wants to
talk, and if I don't reply within the week. He will kill Erica and Boyd."
Stiles frowns. "Then talk to him."
Derek scowls. "It isn't that easy Stiles. He want's me to go alone, and I have
a feeling that if I do it will turn out worse than killing Boyd and Erica."
Stiles stutters before he realizes what Derek is saying. "What? So you're going
to let him kill them just to save your own ass?! That's a dick move! Even for
you!"
Lydia steps up and looks Stiles straight in the face. "Stiles, we have to think
of everyone here. If Derek goes, and they kill him? We'll be no match for the
alpha pack."
Stiles scoffs. "You're fucking joking right? Right?!"
Nobody moves. Everyone is silent. 
"Fuck all of you then. I'll figure out a way to save them myself." Stiles says
as he turns on his heel and storms off.
He quickly gets back to his bike and peddles his way back to his house. He's
about five feet away from Scotts' house when someone jumps out from the bushes
and knocks him unconscious.
-
When Stiles wakes he's being held on someone's shoulder. All he can see is
back, and ass. 
Stiles groans. "Are you fucking kidding me?"
The man currently carrying him chuckles and sets him down on the ground.
They're currently in the woods, near the preserve. Stiles looks up, head still
spinning. The man is bald, and big.He shoves Stiles in his chest and points
ahead of them.
"Keep walking." Baldy says roughly.
Stiles rolls his eyes and starts walking slowly. Step by step, Stiles gets more
dizzy.
"Dude you hit me on the head too hard." Stiles grounds out, rubbing his temple
with his hand.
"Shut up." 
Stiles sighs and stops, turning around to look at the werewolf. "You're not
very nice sir."
Baldy flashes those deep dark red eyes and bares his teeth, snarling like an
animal. He picks Stiles up by the neck to meet face to face.
"I could kill you instantly."
Stiles grabs at the hand on his throat.p, wiggling about." "C-Can't. Breathe."
He chokes out.
Bald man smiles and before Stiles knows it something hits him upside the head,
knocking him out. Stiles drops and rubs his throat, wheezing. He looks up to
see Peter standing there smiling.
"That's twice i've saved you." Peter says as he reaches a hand out to pick
Stiles off the ground.
Stiles slaps it away and tries to control his breathing. "Fuck you."
Peter puts his hands up as if he were surrendering. "I didn't do anything."
"You're with the pack aren't you? I wouldn't be surprised if you were you self
centered dick."
Peter frowns. "Hey, I don't know what your talking about."
"Mhhm. Sure. Play the asshole who doesn't know anything. You manipultive
bastard."
Peter growls and grabs Stiles by his shirt, pushing him against a tree. Eyes
bright blue. "I don't know what your problem is, pet,but you're getting on my
last nerve."
Stiles laughs. "There's the Peter I know. Self centered, egotistical, psychotic
dick of a werewolf."
Peter looks like he's been slapped. Hurt is stuck on his face. He drops Stiles
and looks him in the eye.
"I don't know what your fuckingdeal is, but I don't deserve this shit." Peter
spats.
Peter turns away and walks off, leaves crunching as he steps.
"The pack decided to let Erica and Boyd die." Stiles says as he presses his
back against the tree, sliding down.
Peter stops dead in his tracks and turns his head. "That's why you're being an
asshole?"
"i'm not being an asshole just saying the truth."
Peter scoffs and turns back the way he was walking. "I thought we were friends,
Stiles."
"Yeah? Well you thought wrong." 
Peter goes silent, and starts walking away once more. Stiles huffs and stares
at the knocked out baldy, before deciding to pick himself up and walk back to
his house.
-
It's been a couple days. Longdays. Stiles has spent most of his time searching
for Erica and Boyd, trying to find out where the alpha pack has taken them. He
did find out just how many people are in the pack though. There was Deucalion,
the leader of the pack. Kali, Deucalion's second. Twins, Aiden and Ethen. And
Ennis, the bald one that tried to capture Stiles.
He's been ignoring the texts and calls from the pack, not giving a shit for
what they have to say. He's been in front of his computer this whole time,
barely taking the time to sleep and eat, let alone have a cup of water. A knock
on his window is what brings him out of thought. He turns his head to see Peter
waiting behind it.
"What do you want?" Stiles asks as he stands up, unlocking the window.
Peter climbs inside, looking around the room, nose shriveling up. "I could
smell you from outside your house. How long has it been since you've eaten?" 
Stiles scratches his head. "I don't know? Yesterday?"
Peter huffs and moves towards Stiles' doorway. 
"Where are you going?" Stiles asks as Peter starts walking down the stairs,
Stiles behind him.
"I am going to cook you something to eat while you take a shower. Since it is
extremely needed." Peter says as he ambles to the kitchen, opening the fridge.
Stiles laughs. "Yeah, no. I think the fuck not. I'm kinda busy, I have a new
lead and everything, best not to waste time."
Peter smirks. "I'm willing to forget everything you said to me in the woods, if
you would so kindly stop being an grade A douche. I will help you with your new
'lead' as you may call it, if you go upstairs and take a shower, then eat what
I make you. Maybe sleep for a couple hours."
Stiles frowns. "And why do you care wether or not i'm taking care of myself?"
Peter turns his head, looking at Stiles with those piercing blue eyes. "Because
Stiles, you're the only person out of Derek's pack that I can stand, and to me
you're an enigma. You care so much about others, do whatever is possible to
make sure they stay alive, no matter what happens to you. You're loyalty
stretches much farther than any wolf, but you denied the bite. Something that
would make all those factors better. Make you stronger, and faster. Maybe I
find you as an asset. Maybe i'm just trying to figure you out."
Stiles looks at Peter with narrowed eyes. "Fine. But if you cross me, I wont
hesitate to put wolfsbane in your shampoo."
Peter chuckles and Stiles heads up the stairs. He quickly showers, not wanting
to waste time that could be spent figuring out how to save Erica and Boyd. When
he manages to find clean clothes, put them on and head downstairs, Peter is in
the kitchen with two plates, sandwiches on both.
"I couldn't find anything good to make, this house is absent of any type of
good meat." Peter says as Stiles grabs his plate from Peter.
"Blame my dad, I had to get rid of most things because of his health, but I
know he's sneaking in fast food somehow."
Stiles makes his way to the stairs and Peter tilts his head. "We're are you
going?"
Stiles sighs. "We're eating upstairs, this way I can eat amd tell you the lead
at the same time."
Peter rolls his eyes and they both head up the stairs, Stiles two at a time. He
sets his plate on a stack of papers next to his computer, moving to open the
laptop. Peter however, grabs his wrist and eyes the sandwich.
"Take a couple bites first." Peter directs.
Stiles mumbles about him being rude while taking his first bite of the
sandwich, after about three he sets it down. "Can I proceed?"
Peter sits on his bed, plate in lap and sandwich in hand. He nods while moving
his hand to cover his mouth. Stiles breathes out a sarcastic thanks, opening
the laptop and booting it up. He types in the username and password, then a
series of questions only he would know. Thanks to Danny, if anyone got one of
these questions wrong the computer would lock itself for hours until you could
try again.
He goes to his files and brings up a picture of a symbol. It kinda looks like
four curved V's, turned diagonally. With curved triangles in between the ones
on the left and right. Stiles turns his desk chair, moving out of the way to
show Peter.
"This is a symbol that keeps popping up, I have no idea what it means or what
it stands for. I've looked in many books, and on many websites. Nothing."
Peter chuckles as he moves the plate out of his lap and onto the bed, fully
finished with his sandwhich. "That's because it's a logo, not a symbol. It
belongs to Beacon Hills First National Bank. A bank, that is extremely vacant.
Nobody has used it in years."
Stiles thinks about it for a second before it clicks. "That's what Deucalion
meant by 'bring them to the vault.'! Why didn't I think of this sooner?" 
Stiles gets up and grabs his keys for the jeep, which his dad had so nicely
gotten repaired. He was on his way out before Peter clears his throat and
stares at the leftover sandwich. Stiles mumbles about being bossed around as he
picks up the rest of the sandwich and shoves it in his mouth.
Stiles pulls put a new phone his dad got him and dials Derek's number. It's
three rings before he picks up.
"Hello?"
"Derek, it's Stiles. I've found out where Erica and Boyd are, will you help me
save them or is it just going to be me and Peter?" Stiles quickly asks as he
heads out the door, scurrying his way to the jeep.
Derek pauses for a couple seconds.
"Text me the adress." Derek says and the line ends.
Stiles smirks as he climbs in the drivers seat, Peter next to him. He types in
the adress and hits send, shoving the phone in his pocket and sliding his key
into ignition. He pulls out of the driveway and starts heading to the bank.
"So do you have a plan or are we going to just barge in winging it?" Peter asks
with his hand out the window.
Stiles looks in the back seat and points to his baseball bat. "That's my plan."
Peter snorts as he shakes his head. "We're going to die."
Stiles smiles. "Probably. But i've also been doing some research on magic. From
what Deucalion and Deaton have told me, i'm a spark. Hopefully that will come
in handy."
Peter nods and it takes about fifteen minutes before they reach the bank.
However, Deucalion is already there. Waiting for them. Bodies lay in front of
him, on the ground. Stiles recognizes them instantly. Derek tried to get to
Deucalion first, Scott joining him. Now the whole pack lay defeated. Stiles
climbs out, rage boiling within him.
"You know, I thought they would put up more of a fight. But they were quite
easy to finish off." Deucalion says as he puts a foot on Scott's neck.
"This is the one you care for the most correct? Best friends?" Deucalion asks.
Stiles is furious, hands crumpled into fists. "Get off him."
Deucalion laughs and takes his foot off of the fallen werewolf. "Don't threaten
me boy."
"What are you going to do about it? I don't see your pack anywhere." Stiles
says cocky.
"Kali is dealing with something she should have done a long time ago, Ennis is
dead for failing to capture you, and the twins decided to leave. I'll deal with
them after you."
Stiles doesn't know what to do. His mountain ash is in the back of the car, and
he has no legitimate weapon to fight Deucalion. He doesn't have time to think
about a plan before Deucalion puts his foot on Scott's neck once more and
pushes with force, breaking his neck.
Scott's jaw slacks, his eyes stop moving and the struggling stops. He lays
there, unmoving and still. Stiles screams and moves to run towards Deucalion
but Peter stops him, wrapping his arms around Stiles to keep him from charging.
Stiles screams and wails, anger penetrating his body. His best friend, his
brother, lays dead on the ground.
-
Stiles wakes with a jolt, arms propping him up on his bed, hand wiping his face
with his hand. He looks around, and notices Peter lays next to him on his bed,
asleep. He tries to breathe, but it feels like a weight is on his chest. Unshed
tears cloud his eyes, and his throat is dry. He tries to think back to how he
got here, back in his bed, and it soon comes to him.
Peter suggested he go to sleep before he continued with research. Therefore he
never showed him the logo, they never told Derek were Erica and Boyd were, and
he never found the pack on the ground, all at the point of death. Most
importantly Scott is still alive. Peter wakes and he takes a long breath in. 
"What happened?" Peter asks, head still on the pillow.
Stiles tries to gather himself, thinking of what he should say. But all he can
think about is how real,that dream was. He is still confused. There is no way
that was a dream, it was so vivid. He tries to speak but all that comes out is
his breathing. He thinks back to Scott laying on the ground and his breath
quickens.
He feels a tear slide down his cheek and he wants to cry for being so weak. He
was so wrapped up in his thoughts he didn't even notice Peter moved, now
sitting up, arm on Stiles' shoulder.
"Are you okay? Tell me, what is it?" Peter asks with this lookon his face.
Stiles wants to punch him. That stupid, stupid look. His eyes are staring into
Stiles' and his face is soft with emotion. It's the look of care, and he
doesn't want Peter freaking Hale to care about him. Stiles is speechless and
all he can do is watch Peter look at him, tears streaming down his face.
Peter wraps himself around Stiles, bringing his head to his shoulder. Stiles
lets go then and there, balling his eyes out on the werewolf. Peter sighs and
rubs Stiles' back with his hand in a soothing circle. It takes a couple minutes
before Stiles calms down and Peter asks once more.
"Are you okay?"
Stiles sniffles and unhooks from Peters' grasp, looking him in the face. "Why
do you care?" He whispers.
Peter furrows his brows. "What?"
Stiles forces a laugh and wipes his face, clearing the wetness. "What changed
Peter? Why do you care so much about me? Why are you still here when you could
have left hours ago?"
Peter looks taken aback, surprised by Stiles' questions. "Oh, well. Like I said
Stiles. You fascinate me. You're an enigma I just, don't understand."
Stiles rolls his eyes. "That's not a good enough answer. There hasto be more
than that.
Peter huffs. "I guess it's also because I see myself inside you."
Stiles raises his eyebrows and Peter closes his eyes, lips in a straight line.
"Not what I meant and you know it."
Stiles laughs. "Yeah, I know, but it's still funny you said it that way."
Peter shakes his head. "Anyways, what happened? Bad dream?"
Stiles nods. "It felt so real. I could have sworn that it happened, that I was
living it. At least now I know what not to do."
Peter raises one eyebrow and Stiles sighs. "We figured out Erica and Boyd were
being held at a bank, we told Derek on the way, but by the time we got there
Deucalion had everyone on the ground, almost dead. We bickered with him, which
ended up with him snapping Scotts' neck."
Peter is silent. He doesn't know what to say. He isn't good at communicating
with other people.
"I need to make a call, be right back." Stiles tells Peter as he climbs off the
bed, grabbing his cell phone.
He quickly dials Deaton, a burning question in his head. 
"Stiles? You realize it is four o'clock in the morning?" Deaton says sleepily.
Stiles smirks. "Sorry, doc, but I need to know something. Witches and magic are
real, correct?"
Deaton pauses. "Not exactly, druids aren't witches and they don't have magic.
Though it may seem like they do, it is a common misconception. Druids are not
human, some have the ability to shapeshift, and some do things that others
can't. Take you, yourself for an example. You're pure human, but you're spark
of belief is what made mountain ash work. Many people aren't able to believe
hard enough and die in the process of trying to trap a mystical creature. It's
just powder until a spark ignites it. Darachs however, do have what you can
call magic. They are a dark druid and get power by sacrificing others.
They are stronger than an ordinary person, and can heal faster than many. Some
even have telekinesis."
Stiles sighs. "Any chance a person can get the ability to do magic?"
"I'm afraid not Stiles. You can become an emissary, but they serve as a
diplomatic representative for packs. They deal with territories, alliances, and
some mix herbs and other concoctions. But sadly, no Stiles, you can not get the
ability to do magic."
Stiles rubs his face with his hands. "Is there any chance a nice darach lives
near us? Any chance at all?"
"Actually yes. Why do you ask?"
"Because I need to ask them a favor."
Deatom hums in response. "Her name is Jennifer Blake. She is a teacher at your
school. She stopped killing years ago, but I wouldn't trust her that much."
"Thanks Deaton."
"Of course, and Stiles?"
"Yeah?"
"Next time, call me only in emergency."
Stiles winces as the line ends, dial tone ringing in his ear. Stiles quickly
calls Derek, knowing he hooked up with Jennifer a couple weeks back. It rings
twice before he picks up.
"What do you want Stiles?"
"Do you have Jennifers' number?" Stiles quickly asks.
"Uh, yeah? Why?"
"I need to ask her something, what is it?" 
Stiles moves to his desk, grabbing a piece of paper and pen to quickly jot down
the number. Stiles says his thanks and clicks the end call button, typing in
the number and pressing call. This time it rings once before answering.
"Hello?" A very feminine voice says.
"Mrs. Blake?"
"Stiles is that you? How did you get my number?"
Stiles laughs. "Your boyfriend, now I need to ask you something, but it has to
be in person. Any chance we could meet up?"
"You're calling me at four in the morning for this?"
"Yes?"
Jennifer pauses. "Fine, meet me at school in an hour."
Stiles breathes out an 'okay' and fist bumps the air. Peter eyes him
skeptically and Stiles just smiles.
-
Stiles meets Jennifer at the front entrance of the school, with Peter tailing
behind. They argued about Stiles going alone which ended up with Stiles having
to give up when they realized what time it was. Jennifer greets them with a
smile and Stiles waves.
"So. What's the question?" Jennifer asks sweetly.
"We just need to know if you're willing to give Deucalion his eyesight back."
Jennifers' sweet smile soon changes to a dark frown and she scoffs. "You know."
She says flatly.
"Yeah, but I don't mean to cause you trouble. I just need you to give Deucalion
his eyesight back."
Jennifer eyes Stiles like he's the plague. "Now why in the hell would I give
the demon wolf himself, his ability to see again?"
Stiles sighs. "Because if you don't my whole pack dies."
Jennifer riases her eyebrows and smirks. "Only if you do something for me."
"What is it?"
"Help me kill Kali."
Stiles furrows his brows and tilts hs head. "Why?"
Jennifer looks down at the ground. "I was the emissary to her pack, she
slaughtered everyone for power, and now I have the ability to kill her, but not
without a little help."
Stiles nods slowly. "Okay then. It's a deal."
"Follow me back to my place, we can set up a plan there."
Jennifer turns and walks off to her car, climbing into the drivers seat. Stiles
does the same and it takes about ten mintues for the three of them to reach
Jennifers' house. It's a creepy looking cabin in the woods, lights inside
already on. The three of them walk inside and Stiles immediately laughs.
Jennifer sits on her couch and eyes him.
"What's so funny?"
Stiles just waves his hand. "The three of us can be a joke. A human, werewolf,
and darach walk into a bar type of thing."
Peter and Jennifer roll their eyes while Stiles sits next to her, but Peter
being Peter sits in between them forcing the two to move. 
"So, what's the plan?" Stiles asks
Jennifer sighs. "The best plan of action would be to find out where she is
first. Then afterwards, I need you two to distract her, i'll finish her off
before she notices i'm there."
Stiles nods. "Fine. Easy enough. Now, before we give Deaucalion his eyesight
back, we need to convince him to give back Erica and Boyd. Understood?"
Jennifer nods this time and stands up. "I'm going to take a shower, you two do
whatever the hell you want." 
Jennifer leaves and Peter looks at Stiles with narrowed eyes. 
"What?" Stiles asks.
"Are you serious? Why in the helldo you want to give Deucalion his eyesight
back?!"
Stiles rolls his eyes. "Because! If we do that, maybe he'll leave us alone. We
can even give him Gerards location."
Peter pauses and grabs Stiles by the throat, pinning him to the back to the
couch, claws out, eyes terrifyingly blue.
"Gerard is stillalive?!" Peter growls through fangs.
Stiles tries to pry Peters' hands off but fails entirely. "I forgot you weren't
supposed to know that." He chokes out.
"Tell me where he is! Now!"
"No!"
Peter growls and throws Stiles off the couch, thumping against the floor.
"He helped murder my family, he's the reason Kate grew up to be a monster. I
deserve to kill him!"
Stiles rubs his throat and hoists himself up with his arms. "If you kill him,
we might lose our chance of getting Deucalion off our backs. I'm not going to
let you."
Peter scoffs and opens the door, slamming it behind him as he leaves. Stiles
sighs as he uses his sleeve to wipe the wetness away from his eyes.
-
The plan Jennifer and Stiles concocted is brilliant, or at least Stiles thinks
it is. It took around twenty minutes to track Kali down, and thirty more to
come out with a decent plan, but Stiles doesn't do decent.
Kali is currently residing in an apartment downtown, near the local diner.
She's been spotted walking in and out constantly within the last couple of
days, so Stiles hopes he can manage to sneak in and distract her while Jennifer
comes through the front door.
Stiles is currently driving on the highway, tapping his fingers on the steering
wheel to the beat of the song on the radio.
He jumps in fear when he hears something (or someone) jump on his car with a
thud.
He looks in his rear-view mirror to see nothing out of the ordinary and nearly
crashes his car when he turns his head to Peter, outside his passenger seat
door.
"Unlock your car." Peter demands.
"Unlock your car." Stiles mimicks childlike.
Stiles presses a button on his door and Peter climbs in next to him, huffing.
"You're lucky there were no cars around me doofus." Stiles says as ge rests his
arm on the door, right hand on the wheel.
"I'm not stupid Stiles."
Stiles rolls his eyes as he continues driving. "Why are you here? I thought you
were mad at me."
Peter smirks. "I was, but I couldn't let you die now could I?"
Stiles blushes. "Why should you care?"
Peter sighs. "Because frankly, pet, I have grown attatched to you and your
spazziness." 
"Awww." Stiles coos.
"Does the mean little werewolf care for a puny human like me?" Stiles asks in a
baby-ish voice.
Peter grumbles something Stiles can't hear and Stiles continues on the road,
smiling.
-
After a couple minutes of silence both Peter and Stiles reach the apartment,
which looks like something out of a horror movie. 
"Okay, from what I can tell, Kali left twenty minutes ago so it's best if we go
through the window." Stiles says as he points to the highest apartment.
Peter furrows his brow. "How are you planning on doing that?"
The side of the building were thr window is, is bare. No stairs or anyway to
get up and inside. Unless of course you had supernatural powers.
"I was thinking about hitching a ride on your back." 
Peter narrows his eyes at the younger man. "You're serious?"
Stiles breathes out a yeah and pulls his key out of the ignition, opening his
door and climbing out.
They slowly make their way to the wall, Stiles growing more anxious by the
second. Peter snickers when he gulps of fear when they reach the building,
finally close enough to see how high they have to climb.
"Okay. Get on." Peter says as he presents his back, crouching a little.
Stiles hesitates before jumping on, but ends up doing it anyway. He jumps on
Peter, hands wraped around his neck and legs around his waist. Peter smirks and
jumps, grabbing on the the frame of the third story window.
Stiles nearly drops, causing Peter to move his right hand underneath Stiles'
thigh. His hand is warm and inviting, Stiles wishes he couldn't think like that
but being a teenager sucks, hormones all around and fucking up how he feels.
"-iles!"
Stiles clears his throat and looks at Peter who has his head turned. "Y-Yeah?"
"Be more careful, grab on tighter if you need." 
Stiles nods and Peter removes his hand from Stiles' thigh, jumping up once
again, now onto the seventh story window. Stiles does the stupid mistake of
looking down which causes him to almost faint. He closes his eyes and buries
his face in Peters' neck.
Peter chuckles and leaps once more, now on the tenth and final apartment
window. He slowly opens the window, thankful that it was unlocked. He climbs in
slowly, careful so Stiles doesn't drop.
Once fully in he sighs when he notices Stiles still latching onto him. "You can
let go now." 
Stiles looks up from Peters' neck and quickly unhooks his arms and legs from
the werewolfs body. He breaths a thanks and starts looking around, huffing when
he can't find a light switch.
"Leave the lights alone, we don't want to give anything away before we manage
to get her inside here." Peter says as he finds a couch and sits on it.
"Shut up, you have werewolf senses so you can tell when she's near, plus you
can see in the dark. I can't." Stiles grumbles.
Stiles yips when he finds the switch, turning it on to see the apartment
they're in looks completely normal.
"Huh. Well then." Stiles says as he sits next to Peter, legs close enough to
touch.
"What? Did you expect dead bodies to be everywhere?" Peter asks.
Stiles smiles. "Maybe."
Peter rolls his eyes and looks around the room. "Why exactly are you so
determined to get Dereks' pups back?"
Stiles tenses and leans forward, elbows on legs. "They're my friends. They are
the only people who care about me enough to bother asking if i'm okay. Or if I
want to hang out."
Peter hums. "What about your bff? The McCall kid."
Stiles laughs. "Him? He stopped paying attention to me when Allison came into
his life. Hell, he didn't even realize how beat up I was after coming back from
Gerards' basement."
Peter growls. "He beat you up?"
Stiles nods. "I had a concussion for days, and I could barely walk straight.
Only people that noticed were Erica and Boyd."
"I remember that. I personally thought that was just your original spazziness."
Stiles sighs. "Of course. Why would you notice?"
Stiles jerks when Peter lays a firm hand against his thigh. "I'm sorry, but
right now all i'm hearing is incentive to force you to tell me where Gerard
is."
Stiles forces a laugh. "Sorry, i'm not that easy."
Peter looks into Stiles' eyes, analyzing them. "You sure about that?"
Peter starts leaning in, extremely slow, while Stiles just sits there staring
at his lips and eyes. Their lios almost touch when Peter pauses, looking up at
the door and quickly jumping up, turning the lights off.
He returns to the couch, just in time to hear keys jingling. The front door
opens and the light switches back on, causing Peter to jump up and attack,
pinning Kali to the now closed door.
Peter snarls and Kali flashes her dark red eyes. "Why are you here?" Kali
chokes out.
"To kill you. Why else?" Peter says, mouth full of fangs.
Kali laughs and grabs Peter by the arm, hoisting him up and throwing him across
the room.
"You? Kill me? You're going to need a lot more than just a omega and human
teenager"
There is a laugh behind Kali. "Good thing i'm here."
and before both men knew it Kali was pelted with thousands of glass shards in
her back. She stands there frozen. Jennifer laughs once more and merely touches
the back of Kali's head, sending her falling face first.
"That was surprisingly easy." Stiles says.
Jennifer rolls her eyes. "Yes, like I said it would have been harder if I was
alone."
Stiles smiles. "Okay then, well now, let's go to Deucalion." 
Jennifer raises her eyebrows. "You know where he is?"
"Yes, just follow behind me, come on Peter." 
Both men walk out of the room, Stiles faster than Peter simply because he wants
this over.
-
By the time they get to the bank the sun is over the horizon, pink and orange
covering the sky. Cool breezes blowing through the wind.
Stiles hops out of his car, Jennifer right behind him doing the same. "He's
bound to know Kali is dead, let's just hope he is willing to talk." Stiles says
when Jennifer catches up.
When they enter the bank, they're greeted by a booming voice. "What are you
doing here?" 
Stiles can see a flash of red eyes through the darkness. "I came to make a
deal. One that will benefit both of us."
Deucalion steps out of the darkness, tiwsted smile across his face. "Now what
may that be?"
"I can give you your sight back if you hand over Erica and Boyd. And i'll tell
you where Gerard Argent is in return for you leaving us the hell alone." Stiles
says carefully.
Deucalion hums. "I do say that is a rather pleasing deal."
Before Stiles know it the demon wolf is right in front of him eyes bright red.
"What's to stop me from killing you after getting my eyesight back?"
"Nothing I suppose. But I believe you're an honorable man. I want your word you
will not harm me or my pack, and that you'll leave my town afterwards."
Deucalion chuckles. "Were did you get all this courage?" He teases as he drags
a claw against Stiles' cheek.
"Fine. You have my word."
Stiles motions for Jennifer to move up and she quickly does. He nods and she
covers Deucalions eyes with her hand, chanting something Stiles can't make out.
When she lifts her hand the foggy-ness that coated Deucalions eyes has
dissapeared.
Deucalion looks around, smile across his face. "Ah, to see again. So nice. Come
follow me, i'll take you to your friends." And along the way you can tell me
where the bastard Gerard is."
They slowly amble their way to a big steel vault, perfect for containing
werewolves.
"He's currently being held captive by Chris Argent. Somewhere here in beacon
hills, though he is slowly dying. He forced Derek to give him the bite, but
what he didn't know was that the pills he was taking, were filled with mountain
ash."
Decualion smiles his crooked smile. "Thank you. And now, you're friends."
They reach the vault and Deucalion opens it, turning the huge handle in the
middle. When it opens growling can be heard from the inside. 
"Boyd? Erica? You in there?"
Stiles yelps when he is tackled by a huge body, opening his eyes to see Erica,
fur covering her face and arms, teeth bared and violent.
"I've been depriving them of moonlight for a while. Sorry." Abd with that,
Deucalion dissapears.
Stiles struggles as he is pinned down by Erica, turning his head to find Peter
who stands there stunned. He looks at who he is staring at and it looks like a
woman with black hair, but right now it's hard to tell with a werewolf on top
of him.
The door to the bank whips open and Stiles looks up to see Derek there. "A
little help please?!"
Derek is there in a flash and pushes Erica off of him, holding a hand out for
Stiles to grab. "What's wrong with Peter?"
Derek looks at what Peter was looking at and nearly chokes. "It's my sister."
Stiles whips his head around. "Laura?"
Derek thumps him on his head. "No you idiot my other sister! Cora! I thought
she died in the fire." 
Erica snarls and runs away, out through the door while Peter and Derek stand
there, staring at the woman.
"Where's Boyd?" Stiles asks breathlessly.
"He left as soon as you opened the door. Right now they're all feral, beasts
now control their bodies." Derek explains.
Stiles nods and they step forward towards Cora. 
"Cora? It's me. Derek and uncle Peter."
There's a flash of movement and Derek is quickly pushed, body hurtling through
the building. Stiles stares open mouthed as he notices Cora is the one who did
it. He quickly runs away, but not quick enough. The feral werewolf manages to
catch his collar and throw him to the ground.
Just before she attacks Peter grabs onto her arms. "Cora, stop this. You will
not hurt him."
Cora growls and escapes Peters' grasp, clawing his chest, deep. Peter looks
down at the claw that slid down his torso and coughs up blood, falling to his
knees, then to the floor.
Cora snarls and runs away, leaving Stiles to deal with two fail-wolves . He
quickly crawls to Peter, shaking him.
"Peter? Come on get up."
Peters' body lay motionless, blood now coating his insanely long v-neck.
"Peter?" Stiles shakes him once more.
Stiles can feel the tears start streaming down his face. "Peter?! Get up you
stupid werewolf!"
He moves away from Peters' body and puts his head in his lap. He taps on
Peters' head quickly. "Peter! You can't leave me! I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, this
is all my fault." Stiles croaks out.
Stiles rests his forehead against Peters. and kisses him quickly, breath shakey
and lips trembling. "Please....Please get up."
Stiles starts sobbing, screaming for Peter to open his eyes. It isn't until he
hears Peter groan that he stops and laughs. He punches Peter on the chest which
causes him to groan more.
"Don't do that to me again!" Stiles says as he laughs and wipes his tears away
with his hand.
"Sorry." Peter coughs out.
"Sorry isn't going to cut it I require dinner and a movie to be satisfied."
Peter smiles faintly. "Is Mr. Stilinski asking me out?" He whispers.
Stiles smiles as he rubs his hand through Peters' hair. "Yeah. Yes he is." 
They both laugh and Stiles plants another kiss on Peters' head.
-
By the end of the week Erica, Boyd, and Cora had gotten enough moonlight to be
completely normal. Afterwards Erica couldn't stop apologizing to Stiles while
Cora and Peter just hug it out. 
Stiles was of course still mad at Derek for giving up but he can tell that he
regretts it. If it weren't for Stiles, Derek wouldn't have his sister back.
All is fine and dandy, that is until Peter asks Stiles over friday night. He is
quite puzzled as he pulls up into Peters' driveway, but puts thst thought out
of his head when he opens the door to see a dinner table. Burgers and fries lay
on the plates and soda in the cups.
"Peter?" Stiles questions as he can't find the werewolf anywhere.
"Just a minute!"
Peter soon exits his room wearing black jeans, and a black v-neck that isn't as
deep as his others are.
"What's all this?" Stiles asks as he points to the table.
Peter smiles and pulls out a chair, signaling for him to sit.
"I was told I owed someone a dinner and a movie. Right now is the dinner part."
Stiles makes an oh sound and looks at the food. "Thanks." He whispers.
"Made it just how you like it." Peter says as he takes his seat.
And he's right. The ratio of all the condiments are perfect once again and the
fries are pefectly crispy.
He quickly chows down, but Peter ends up eating quicker than him of course. The
werewolf sets the plates in the sink and turns on his t.v, playing a random
movie he found on cable.
They sit next to each other, but stay silent. Niether if them knowing what to
do. When the credits roll, they look at each other, slowly leaning in. Stiles
catches Peters' lips with his, moaning into Peters' mouth. It's wet and warm,
something Stiles can't get enough of.
When they break off, they're both panting hard.
"You have no idea how long i've been wanting to do that." Peter whispers.
"I think I can imagine." Stiles kisses Peter once more.
"I think I love you." Peter says when Stiles pulls back from a third kiss.
"I love you too. Creeper wolf."
Peter growls and catches Stiles' lips again, tugging his body closer with his
hands.
I guess you could say Stiles never liked Peter, until now.
~Fin~
 
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