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Stiles flew down the stairs after the two wolves, hearing everybody gasp and move back as the wolves landed on the floor. Derek kicked his Uncle off of him in one fluid movement, both feet to his chest, sent him flying across the room. The older wolf landed on his back with a loud thud before he regained his composure and rose to his feet, eyes locked on his nephew. Chris was quick to raise the tranquilizer gun, aiming directly at the wolf's side, only to be stopped by Deaton. "Not yet, Chris. That isn't needed.", explained the vet as he lowered the gun for the hunter. "Deaton? Can I have a hand here?", asked Peter as he all but cornered his nephew. "Couch or floor?", asked the vet as he approached the wolf, who still looked ready to kill. "Couch at first, floor only if needed.", explained the oldest wolf. "What is going to happen to him?", asked Stiles with a hint of fear in his voice, as he watched everybody with wide eyes. "Just relax, Stiles, and stay near Scott. At all times.", ordered Peter as both he and the vet took up a position on either side of the dark haired wolf. Derek took their distraction as a chance to bolt, only to be tightly grabbed by the vet. "Take a seat, Peter. Before he filets me.", ground out Deaton as he tightened his grip on the struggling and snarling wolf.

Peter sat down on the couch and beckoned Deaton over, who used all his strength to place Derek on his back in his Uncle's lap. "Grab his left wrist so I can put his other arm behind you, lean back to pin it in place. I'll keep hold of his wrist once you get his right armed pinned so you can grab his attention.", explained the vet as he used his weight and one of his knees to pin the wolf down. "Come on, Stiles. Let's go into the kitchen.", offered Scott quickly as he tried to lead his shock ridden friend into the other room. "No. I'm not leaving him. I want to help.", explained Stiles with a hint of determination in his voice, despite the shock in his eyes. "Guys, take the girls into the kitchen. Stay with them.", ordered Chris as he nodded at them in dismissal. The wolves did as they were told, taking the girls into the other room, making sure that they stayed there for their own protection. "Stiles? Are you sure that you want to stay? You're not going to like what you see.", explained Peter as he leaned back, pinning the wolf's right arm behind his back, feeling razor sharp claws pierce through his shirt and skin.

"I'm not going anywhere, Peter.", explained Stiles as he walked over to the three of them, being stopped by Chris before he got too close. "Keep your heart rate slow, maybe that will calm him down a little.", explained Deaton as he tightly grabbed the wolf's wrist, keeping him from using his arm or claws. "Let me go! Let me up!", snapped Derek as he arched in their grasp, using his legs for leverage to try and get out of their grasp. His eyes were blazing an icy blue and his fangs were clearly bared, his back arched again as a roar left his throat. The wolf's claws sliced down his Uncle's shoulder and back, as a way of getting him to release his grip. Peter ignored the soaring pain as he grabbed hold of the wolf's jaw, forcing him to look him in the eyes. "Derek, you know me. You know who I am. You're at home and you're safe. You're surrounded by pack, by your family, and by your mate.", explained Peter with a hard voice as if to get him to listen and pay attention. "You're okay, baby. You're going to be fine. You're safe.", cooed Stiles as he took a step towards the wolf, wanting to help his boyfriend. Derek's eyes locked on the teen, showing nothing but confusion and fear, he was too far gone to realize that they were trying to help him.

The wolf opened his mouth as if he were going to speak, but one look at the gun in Chris' arms changed everything. Derek drew himself away from the direction of the gun, trying his hardest to get out of the men's grasp when he was flush against Peter. "Chris! Get out of his range of sight! Peter, we're taking this to the floor before he severs your spinal chord with his claws.", ordered Deaton. "Stiles you need to back up so we can move him.", explained Peter as he grabbed both of his nephew's arms, keeping them in a tight grip, his own claws piercing his nephew's skin. Stiles took a few steps back, his eyes locked on his boyfriend, the scent of his worry filling the room. Both Peter and Deaton lifted the wolf, lying him on his back on the floor, pinning his arms to the wood beneath him. "Get a good hold, Deaton. He isn't going to like this much, either.", explained Peter as he lowered himself down onto his nephew. Chest against chest, legs against legs, the older wolf's elbows were on their side of his nephew's head. "That. That's not going to hurt him. Is it?", asked Stiles frantically, as he watched Chris edge forward, the gun poised to use. "It won't hurt him. Doing this will allow him to feel my heartbeat, my heat, see my eyes. It'll help him become more connected to what's going on here, it'll help him understand that he's safe and in family's arms.", explained Peter as he felt his nephew tense to no avail underneath him.

"What can I do, Peter?", asked Stiles as he walked to the older wolf's side. "Stay beside me. Once I get him to break and let this out, he's going straight into your arms.", explained the older wolf, as he used his weight to hold the younger wolf down. Stiles took up his position by Peter, making sure that he was within eye range of his mate. "You're going to be fine, baby.", whispered Stiles as he reached out to stroke Derek's hair, being stopped by a look from Deaton and a small head shake. "Derek, I need you to let this go. I need you to relax and let this all go.", cooed Peter in an unusually gentle voice. "Get off me! Get off of me!", screamed Derek as he tried to buck his Uncle off of him, only to be pressed down tighter. "I'm not getting up until you let this go. You are safe and among family. We're here for you. We're not going anywhere.", explained Peter, his face only inches from his nephew's. The look in Derek's eyes changed, his now green eyes were bristling with tears as he let his Uncle's voice sink deep into his mind. "Let. It. Go.", pushed the older wolf as he looked down into the green eyes below him. Derek threw his head back and screamed, truly screamed, eyes shut tightly as the tears flowed freely. "There we go, little wolf.", cooed Peter as he got up and guided Derek into his mate's waiting arms.