Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf

A/N: Hello everyone, this is my first Teen Wolf, so be honest. This takes place after S03E03, so enjoy!

Pairing: Peter/Stiles

Warnings: Time Travel, Medieval times, Alpha Peter, King Peter, Semi-sane Peter


In Olden Days

It's one thing waking up in an unfamiliar part of the woods, it's another to wake up with your face in Chris Argent's crotch.

And for the record, that shriek that came out of him was extremely manly, Peter was a lair.

Scrambling away from the no doubt red-faced Hunter, Derek finally noticed something (aside from the cursing and hissing pile of bodies he just scrambled from out of).

They were in the woods.

They weren't before.

"Scott get your feet out of my face, they smell!" Isaac whined wincing when he got kicked someplace unpleasant by what looked like Allison's foot, or Cora's.

There was an muffled response from underneath Boyd.

"Who hand is that?" Lydia hissed from on top of Chris, "It better not be yours Peter"

At the bottom of the pile Peter just grunted, Boyd, Derek noticed during his surveying of where ever the hell they were, was wiggling his arm rather suspiciously.

After detangling themselves, the others finally noticed what Derek had.

"This isn't the Vet's" Scott stated.

Scott McCall, Master of stating the obvious.

"This isn't the reserves either" Isaac said, nose twitching.

"Does anyone remember what happened?" Allison asked.

Derek's brows furrow as he tried to remember how they got…wherever they were. He remembers getting a text from who he had thought was Scott at the time to meet him at the Vet's, stating it was an emergency. He, Cora, Isaac, Boyd, and Peter arrived; Scott was there along with Lydia, Allison, and Chris Argent (where was Stiles?) . The Alpha barely opened his mouth to demand want was going on when the Alphas burst though.

Derek remembers being thrown across the room, a voice speaking Latin (said voice sounded suspiciously like Dr. Deaton), lights flickering, something tugging his body then he was falling…..and waking up with his face in Chris Argent's crotch.

Derek decided that it was all Peter's fault.

"Where ever we are it's not Beacon Hill, it smells to clean" Cora said.

All of the residents Werewolves sniffed the air, and found she was right, the air was clean, even the humans could tell. There was something else too, the feel of the woods…forest actually, was different from the Reserve… untamed, wild…free.

"Someone's coming" Peter then said head slightly tilted.

No sooner had he said that was there rustling of bushes and snapping of twigs, everyone tensed, Derek growling when caught the scent of wolfsbane, scent of a Hunter.

"There you are we've been—what on earth are you all wearing?"

It was woman and a man, the woman had to be as old as Scott's mom, long brown hair back with a leather strip, she wore forest green cotton pants with a matching tunic around that was brown hooded coat, attached to her brown belt was a sheath and sword. On her back were bow and arrows.

The man looked around Chris Argent's age had dark blonde hair and wore simple brown cotton pants and a grey tunic, he had no weapons on him that they could see, but it didn't make him any less dangerous.

"Werewolf" Peter thought in surprise when he caught the ma—wolf's scent.

What was a Werewolf and a Hunter doing together? And not trying to kill each other?

Peter sure such a combination usually started and ended in blood.

"And why are you staring at us like that?" the woman asked, before sighing, "never mind, let's go"

The woman then turned around, mumbling about "wolves", the Were right behind her.

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to do, should they follow? Or stay here and…do something. The decision was quickly decided when Peter started walking in the same direction as the Hunter and Werewolf.

"Peter?" Derek said.

"We can't stay here, now can we" Peter said stopping and turning to look at his nephew and the others.

Derek really hated the look his Uncle gave him, the look that made him feel like a stupid child.

"And while we don't know them" Peter continued on, "they seem to know us, and we need information"

With that being said Peter continued walking.

"You know, I hate it when he's right" Lydia finally said after a minute of silence, before following the Werewolf.


"You know when you get back Lady Katarina is not going to be happy"

The woman, Belle, pulled her horse up next to Derek's, an amused grin on her lips.

Derek nodded, deciding it was best to say as little as possible until they could figure out what was going on.

Belle titled her head curiously but said nothing else, instead she turned to the Were riding behind her and next to Chris.

"I'm going to ride up ahead and inform them of our return, and try soothe the beast that is Katarina"

The Werewolf Erin chuckled, Belle then urged her horse into a gallop.

"So, you didn't find it, did you?" Erin asked Isaac, once Belle and her horse were out of sight.

Isaac shook his head, trying to keep the confusion from his face, he had a feeling that he failed.

The sun was beginning to set by the time they arrived at a long stoned wall and a drawbridge that was lowering, they passed through the metal gate that had risen.

"No way" Scott mumbled as he and the others stared at the village a FREAKING medieval village!

"I think we may have a problem" Cora said.

"Yep" said Boyd.


The moment the stun (and very confused) group entered the castle, Peter was instantly surrounded by maids and ushered away before anyone could say or do anything.

"Derek!"

The Alpha jumped and watched with wide-eyes as a beautiful and elegantly dressed blonde woman came storming his way, eyes blazing, vaguely was he aware of Scott and his Pack hiding behind him.

Wimps.

"I can't believe you!" snarled the woman, the young Hale was going assume was Katharina, considering what Belle said earlier.

"Uh" Derek said.

"You knew we had a meeting today, and you still helped him sneak out! Not only that, but you took the children along when you know they have their studies!"

"Um"

"And you!"

Chris jumped when Katharina rounded on him, eyes going crisscrossed at the finger pressed up against his nose.

"I expected better of you Christopher!"

"Sorry?" the Hunter said.

Katharina's eyes narrowed and Chris worried for a moment that she was going to hit him, but the woman just sighed then blinked at the sight of their clothes.

"What on earth are you—never mind, we don't have time for that, girls, baths and proper clothing now!"

Just like Peter, the group was surrounded by maids, who ushered them down long stoned halls, there was a moment of protest when they were separated, and Derek was more than ready to start making an escaped when Peter's words that were whispered to them right before they mounted their horses entered his head.

"I know some of you haven't thought of this, so I'm going to say it. It's probably in all of our best interest if we just went with the flow, meaning no ripping out throats or shooting people with arrows"

"Like you're one to talk about not ripping out throats" Scott had grumbled.

That memory had Derek relaxing a little bit (though judging from the shouts of "Allison" coming down the hall Scott had not remember Peter's advice…or cared, Derek was going for the later) , unfortunately it also gave the maids enough time to strip and shove him in a large tube of hot water.

After his bath (which involved a very uncomfortable amount of giggling from the maids attending him), he was dried by a very scratchy towel then put in some regal and very uncomfortable clothes. Afterwards, two guards, Betas, escorted him down more halls, they stopped at a large wooden door which was pushed opened by the two guards, humans, Hunters.

Walking in, Derek quickly took in the room, it was large but rather simple in décor, in the middle was a large long table with chairs that all but three were occupied. The Alpha could see no other door but the one he just entered in, but there were two large glass windows behind two stone pillars. After finding no more possible exits, Derek turned his attention back to the others in the rooms.

His eyes instantly landed on Katharina, before moving on to the woman she was talking to and had to do a double take, the woman looked a lot like Scott, with the same skin tone, hair and even the big brown eyes. A quick sniff told him that she was also a Werewolf, an Alpha.

In fact the room smells of nothing but Werewolf and Hunters.

Where the hell were they?

The door opening again drew Derek's attention, and for once in his life he was glad to see Chris Argent. The Hunter had obviously been washed and redressed.

"So" Chris said as he came up and stood next to him, eyes instantly looking at potential exits and the occupants, "how was your bath?"

"The maids kept giggling" Derek said.

"At least yours made noise, mines just stared at me"

Derek said nothing about the shudder.

"Ah, Derek, Christopher, don't just stand there, come sit. I promise to keep the Lady Katharina in line" came an amused voice of a dark-skinned -Dr. Deaton?!- man.

Glancing at each other the two men took a seat, Derek by the Dr. Deaton look alike and Chris by the Scott look alike (the look on Argent's face was hilarious when he saw her) only to be stared at by the others.

"Is something wrong?" Chris asked after minutes of staring.

"No," answered the Scott look alike –they should probably figure out her name-, "but Alpha Lord Derek usually sits next to me and Lord Christopher next to Healer Albert"

"Ah, right of course" Chris said before he and Derek switched seats.

There was more staring and Derek was seconds away from snarling when the door once again opened.

"All stand for Alpha King Peter Hale"

Oh.

Hell.

No.


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