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Scott's grip on his friend's jacket tightened and he pulled him out of the doorway. He felt slightly more at ease with Stiles at his side instead of in the path of the Alpha. He eyed Derek's uncle wearily, surprised that he looked healthy as ever. No scars marred his face like they had the day that Derek had taken him to see the sole surviving member of the Hale fire.

Scott tried to keep his face steady as the man before him gave him a smile that sent chills up his spine.

"I don't believe that we have been properly introduced." Derek's uncle extended his hand towards Scott. "My name is Peter Hale."

Scott looked down at the offered hand in front of him but did not move to shake it. His gaze returned to Peter's face, which still held an unnerving smile. Peter returned his hand to his side and starred back at Scott.

"Not a fan of proper etiquette Scott?"

Scott was startled as Stiles scoffed beside him.

"I think you threw etiquette out the window when you guys met in the woods." Peter looked at Stiles curiously. "Don't you know it isn't polite to bite someone before you at least exchange names?"

Scott groaned inwardly at his best friend's inability to keep his mouth shut. He kept his eyes locked on Peter, waiting for him to react to Stiles' sudden outburst. Scott felt his friend tense beside him as though he too were anticipating a response from the man.

Peter sighed slowly. "Stiles. Where was this brave streak moments ago when you were practically begging me not to rip your throat out?"

Scott looked at his friend, the fear he could smell betraying the calm and determined features on Stiles' face. Scott's focus flicked back to Peter as the man took a step toward them, now standing in the doorway. Immediately, Scott pushed Stiles further back and placed himself in front of his friend.

"Leave him out of this." Scott found his voice for the first time since he had discovered the Alpha's identity. "Stiles has nothing to do with any of this." He elbowed Stiles gently as he began to protest.

The smile that Scott was starting to grow exceedingly tired of returned to Peter's face. "But you see Scott, that's where you're wrong. Stiles has everything to do with this. As do all of the people you hold foolishly close to your heart."

Images of Allison, his mother, Sheriff Stilinski, Lydia, even Jackson, flashed across Scott's mind. He shook his head, keeping his mind in the present. He could not allow himself to worry about the others right now. Not even Allison. Right now his only concern was getting Stiles and himself out of there safely.

"No," Scott began. "You can't do this. You don't get to control me. You've already ruined my life; I won't let you hurt anyone else."

Peter chuckled slightly. "You think that you have a choice? Scott, it amuses me how hard you fight the inevitable. Our previous encounter at the school should have been proof enough for you."

Memories of that night flooded Scott's mind and he was unable to suppress the shudder that wracked his body. That night, he hadn't been in control and he had literally wanted to kill his friends. Fear gripped him as he tried to remember how the Alpha had changed him that night. What if he did it now?

What if he can make me kill Stiles?

"Stiles, you should get out of here."

He felt his friend shuffling behind him. "What? No. No way Scott."

Scott was caught off guard as Peter reached out swiftly and gripped his face. Scott tried to pry his hand off of him but suddenly he started to feel panicked. He could feel his heart rate increasing as Peter looked into his eyes. It felt as though he were trying to get in his head.

Scott heard Stiles' protests and felt his friend's hands gripping his shoulder. Fear and uncertainty were rolling off of Stiles in waves. He sensed anger; the emotion seemed to come out of nowhere, startling Scott. Suddenly, the hand that gripped his face was gone and his head became clear again. He looked up to see Derek doing his best to hold his uncle down.

Derek met his gaze; his eyes glowed, fangs barred.

"Get out of here!" He practically growled. He placed all of his weight on his uncle, fighting to keep him on the ground. Derek pulled a fully clawed fist back and slugged Peter as hard as he could. He looked up again at the two dazed teens in the hallway. "Now!"

Scott hesitated slightly, wanting to help in any way he could, but Stiles had a hold of his arm and was pulling him down the hallway. He watched as Derek punched his uncle once more before he was forced to turn and run to keep up with Stiles.

Scott and Stiles were both breathing heavily by the time they slammed the doors to the jeep. Stiles started the car and immediately backed up, pulling away from the hospital as fast as his car would go. He pulled onto the main road, headed into town and pressed down on his accelerator.

"What the hell was that Scott?" Stiles gripped the stealing wheel, his knuckles white. "Was he making you change?"

Scott took deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. "I don't know! It's like he was trying to get inside my head."

"Well thank god Derek has great timing, cause I really didn't feel like running from two homicidal werewolves in one night."

"That's not funny," Scott looked at his friend seriously. "I told you to get out of there. What if he had made me kill you?"

Stiles shrugged, trying his best to look nonchalant. "I wasn't about to leave you. Especially when it was my fault you came in the first place." He looked sideways at Scott. "And I know I'm not Allison, but I think sixteen years of friendship would count for something in calming you down."

Scott looked at him curiously.

"Sure, she brings you back to reality," Stiles continued. "But if that's possible, then I just don't think that you could look me in the eye and murder me just because the Alpha tells you to."

"Stiles," Scott sighed. "I hope that's true, but from now on, you need to stay away from me when I'm in wolf mode." Stiles tried to protest but Scott cut him off. "And if something like that happens again, you've gotta listen to me and run when I tell you to."

"Come on Scott," Stiles tried to ease his friends mind.

"No, Stiles. I'm serious." Scott closed his eyes and slammed his head back onto the seat behind him. "I would never forgive myself if something happened to you."

Stiles reached over patted Scott's knee. "Okay buddy. Next time the Alpha attacks I'll run like a scarred little girl."

Scott smiled slightly. "You better."

The two sat in silence for a few moments, both continuously looking in the mirrors; checking for anything that might be following them.

"So," Stiles said. "Where are we going?"

"Well we should probably avoid our houses," Scott said.

Stiles nodded in agreement. "How about Derek's house? We could wait for him there."

Scott shook his head, "No, we need somewhere with a lot of people. Maybe he won't come after us if we're in public."

"Right. Plus I don't think my blood pressure can take a walk through the creepy woods right now." Stiles tapped the steering wheel, thinking.

"What about Lydia's house?" Scott asked, earning a questioning look from Stiles. "She always throws a big party after we win a game."

"We won?"

Scott nodded, noting the sad expression that had made its way onto Stiles' face. It was gone the next moment though as he turned the car, now heading in the direction of Lydia's house.

"I'm sorry you didn't get to play. I know how much it meant to you."

Stiles shook his head, "Scott, there are more important things than playing Lacrosse." He looked over at Scott, noting the guilty expression he wore. He sighed. "Dude, I thought I would make it by the end. I didn't know the Alpha was gonna be in there waiting for me."

"How'd you know it was Peter Hale?"

Stiles turned onto Lydia's street, already hearing the victory party from a block away. He looked at Scott before focusing his attention back on the road.

"Well, I didn't," Stiles began. "We traced the text that Allison got that night at the school, and it came from your mom's work station computer."

Scott snapped his attention to Stiles. "What?"

"Yeah. I didn't want to tell you until I figured out why she sent the message, so I went to the hospital. That's when it all sort of just happened. One of Peter's nurses has been helping him, and she must've sent the message from your mom's computer."

Scott absorbed this information as Stiles parked the car along the street. He could see everyone from school dancing, laughing, having the time of their lives. He looked over at Stiles and saw that he looked exhausted; dried blood stuck out on his pale face.

"You should have waited for me to go with you Stiles." Scott reached into the glove box, pulling out a few napkins. He wet them with a bottle of water that had been rolling on the floor. Stiles pulled away as Scott moved to wipe the blood from his face.

"Woah," Stiles lifted his hands. "What are you doing?"

Scott gripped his friend's chin, holding his head steady as he wiped at the blood. "You've got blood all over your face. You can't walk into the party looking like that."

"Really?" Stiles touched his temple, wincing slightly. "Does it look sweet?"

Scott scoffed. "No, Stiles. It does not look sweet." He finished wiping the blood away, balled up the napkins, and threw them out the window.

"Pssh, I bet it does."

Scott shook his head. "You're a dumbass. Let's go inside."

They both exited the jeep and headed towards the party. Scott saw Allison, laughing with Jackson on the front porch. He sighed, not wanting to think about his screwed up love life. Stiles saw his friend's forlorn expression and slung an arm around his shoulder. He smiled, thankful that his best friend was still by his side.

They made their way up the driveway and were almost to the door when Scott stopped. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up and he turned, looking around.

Something was watching him.

So, there's chapter two. It's kind of a filler chapter, but I promise I am going somewhere with this story. I would love to hear your opinions, good or bad. So feel free to leave a review if you want.

Thanks for reading!