A/N: Teen Wolf is not mine, I"m just using them for my own plot and shameless sex between two sexy werewolves. Although, sadly not in this chapter.

Chapter 1: A Broken Home

Scott burst through his front door and immediately choked on his intake of air. The house looked like a tornado had gone through it. The furniture was either knocked over or across the room from its original place. The sofa and other chairs had claw marks on them, stuffing pouring out of them. The stair's banister was hanging off of the stairs, and in some places completely broken off.

Scott could smell a faint trace of blood. He followed the smell into the kitchen. There the scene was just as worse. Drawers were open and half hanging off. Scott could barely hear a dial tone. He moved to a drawer tipped over and lifted it. The phone was under it, along with all of their knives.

Scott turned off the phone and noticed that one of the knives had some blood on it. He picked it up and a quick whiff told him it belonged to Peter. Scott felt a surge of pride that his mother had managed to injure him, somewhat. His mood immediately sobered though. Between the last time Scott saw his mother and when Peter showed up was a long time and his mother could be anywhere.

Scott started to pace the kitchen. His fingers running through his hair. He didn't even know where to start at. He debated on whether to call his dad, but Scott knew that he would be of no help. Scott's ears perked when he heard someone arriving at his door. There was a small spark of hope in Scott, that made him want to believe it was his mom, but he knew it wasn't. He also knew who it was, and sure enough Stiles came into the kitchen. He was panting and all sweaty.

"Peter wasn't lying. There was a part of me that firmly believed that Peter was lying, and I would come home and she'd be either asleep on the couch or in her bed. But I can't ignore the facts, can I?" Scott said.

He looked up at Stiles and Scott looked completely broken. His tone was empty and his eyes held unshed tears. Stiles moved to grab Scott's shoulder. He gave a comforting squeeze.

"Come on. Let's sit down." Stiles led Scott to the living room. Scott collapsed on the couch, while Stiles straddled a chair across from him.

"What happened with the others after I left?" Scott asked.

"Um...well...um... Derek and Mr. Argent formed a temporary alliance."

"Wait," Scott interrupted. "Why?"

"For us to find your mom, and in order to do that we need Peter alive, and those two will have to work together."

"Where's Peter now?"

"They put him where they were holding Derek. Two hunters will guard him at all times, keeping him weak enough not to heal himself."

"And the others? What about Allison?"

Stiles sighed. "Your mom is missing, and Allison is still your first concern?"

Scott straightened up and glared at Stiles.

"No, Stiles!" It's not!" Scott growled. His eyes flashed amber. "And you have no room to talk! As soon as we found out about my mom all you babbled about was Lydia."

The two teenage boys sat there glaring at each other for a few minutes, but just as quickly as the fight began it was diminishing. Their glares softened and Scott sighed and continued on speaking.

"Look, Stiles I"m sorry. I know Lydia's important to you, and contrary to what you believe Allison is not my first concern right now."

Stiles leaned back in his chair, the tension leaving him.

"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry too. But...um...Allison is with her family. They put the necklace on Kate and left her at the Hale house. My dad should be finding her right about now. I told Allison that you still love her, but you just have to find your mom right now."

"What about Jackson?"

"Took him home. He's letting us borrow the Porsche. Unconditionally even."

Stiles smirked and held up the keys for emphasis. Even Scott had to smile at that.

"How did you manage to do that?"

"Oh, well I told him that half of what happened tonight was his fault and to save him from the overwhelming guilt, he could make it up to us by letting us borrow his car for the next few days. So what's our plan?"

Scott laughed and stood up.

"Well I have a plan, but you're not gonna like it."

Stiles also stood.

"Oh, since when have I ever liked your plans?" Stiles asked as they went to the front door. "So what is your plan exactly?"

"Well we're going to go see your dad."

"Why?"

"You'll see."

"Hey, what happened to your jeep?" Scott asked curiously as they climbed into the Porsche.

"Peter Hale crushed the keys so I couldn't drive ahead of him." A long pause followed and then Scott spoke.

"Maybe one of us should learn how to hot wire a car."

"Yap, my dad will just love that."

With that said, Scott and Stiles took off. Despite their previous joking, Scott still felt like he had a brick in his stomach. The intense feeling of fear had gotten stronger. And unfortunately the twisted thought that his mother might not even still be alive entered his head. Scott took a deep breath and forced himself to clam down. His mother was alive and he was going to find her.