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Warnings: slash, angst, some violence

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A/N: As you will undoubtably notice there is a missing scene, but Im sure you can guess what else happened while Stiles was sleeping.

Chapter 3

"I have a proposition for you, Derek," Peter said, still smiling, "and I think that this time we will come to an agreement."

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Stiles was awakened from his uneasy sleep by a strange voice in his bedroom.

At first he discarded it as the remaining matter of his dreams but when it didnt fade but grew more substantial -deep, male, distressed? - he growled in irritation, pulling his pillow over his head. Why the hell did people think it was okay to constantly invade his room through his window? First Scott, later Derek...was it a wolf thing to never use the front door?

He refused to open his eyes, still hoping he'd be able to go back to sleep. Had he thought it was Derek in his room he might have been more alert, but he knew Derek would be busy chasing his uncle tonight and probably for a while after depending on how far Peter had gotten by now. Which only left Scott as an option.

"Scott, I swear to you, if this is another wolf emergency I'm done...I almost got killed twice tonight, I'm sore all over from being pushed around by psychos and I'm not about to get up again just because of something, something, Allison."

He made sure to lay as much conviction as possible into the statement, hoping the messge would carry properly even muffled by a yawn and his pillow. In his mind there was no doubt that whatever the issue presented, Scott would lead with 'Allison needs...'. It was always about Allison. Stiles didnt want to dwell on that, he was happy his friend had found happiness - but he was still a little disappointed with Scott for never helping him against Peter. Where had Scott been when he'd been in danger tonight?

Stiles buried his face into his pillow. Yes, he had earned a right to be difficult, even if it was just for one night. "You hear me?" he mumbled when there was no answer, "I'll find myself a new friend, a stone maybe, a potato. Anyone with less drama than you."

Instead of an answer he received a chuckle, one that was definitely male and familiar but also defintely not Scott. Within half a second, Stiles was wide awake, heart hammering in his chest as he scrambled to sit up and press his back to the wall behind him.

Peter.

Peter Hale, face covered by shadows but definitely recognizable and another bulky man, a goon maybe, lurking behind him in the darkness. Definitely not a good sight to wake up to.

Stiles stared at the intruders, trying to find a rational thought in his head while his body was having the old familiar fight or flight reaction. No wonder considering a vengeful alpha werewolf was standing not three feet away, smirking down at him like it was the most natural thing in the world for him to be lurking in his room at night and listen in on his private conversations.

"Hello again, Stiles," he quipped, clearly amused by the human's reaction.

"You! What-I mean...oh, God...you're gonna kill me after all, aren't you?"

'Oh no, this isn't happening. Not twice in one night! Where the hell are you Scott? Why is it always me?'

He pressed his lips shut to keep from babbling on, mentally debating how far he would make it if he tried to run...

Peter scoffed, his expression somewhere between a sneer and a glare, "As much as I feel that that would be the appropriate reaction to the little stunt you and your friends pulled tonight, no, I'm not here to kill you. To the contrary actually: I'm here to exploit the vast amount of possiblities that you being alive brings."

His words sent a cold chill through Stiles. Instinctively, he pressed closer against the wall, trying not to let his rising fear show as he glared at the werewolf.

"I told you already I don't want your bite," he bit out, "So if that's what you want, for me to join your wolfpack, well you can just forget about that right no-"

He didn't get to finish the sentence before Peter's fingers were suddenly clamped around his throat in a movemt too fast for his eyes. Stiles gasped in shock, struggling fruitlessly to break free while the alpha dragged him off his bed effortlessly, coldly cutting off his air.

Before he could think of what to do though, the second man in the room suddenly moved, yelling out as he surged forward. It was only then that Stiles finally realized it was Derek. For a second which felt like a small eternity their eyes met and Stiles was so startled by the uncharacteristic look of fear in the older man's eyes that it momentarily erased questions like what Derek was doing here or why the hell he had done nothing to help him so far.

One second, before both of their attention was diverted by Peter who grabbed Derek's collar with his free hand at the same time that he tightened his hold on Stiles. The teenager winced and Derek's eyes flashed an angry bright blue, a growl emanating from his throat as his claws dug into the hand restraining him.

Peter didn't even seem fazed by it though; he merely raised an eyebrow expectantly, "Stand down, Derek. I'm just explaining our situation to Stiles here."

Both werewolves stared at each other for a long moment, then, to Stiles' utter surprise and horror Derek actually obeyed, backing up reluctantly. Peter smiled as he let go of his nephew, turning to Stiles again.

"As you can see I have already found someone to join my pack. You, I just need to make sure Scott joins me aswell."

Stiles stared at the man disbelievingly, trying not to think to much about the implications of that statement, choosing to worry about a more pressing issue instead.

What the hell was going on here? Why was Derek taking commands from his uncle? The last time they met he'd tried to rip the mans' throat out! It couldn't be true that he had joined Peter. Could it?

"Derek!" he protested, voice skipping from distress, "Do something! You're not actually with the guy who killed your sister, are you? You hate him, remember?"

To his dismay Derek didn't answer. In fact, he didn't even look into Stiles' eyes again, merely standing there with his jaw tense and his eyes hooded. He didn't do or say anything to prove Peter's words wrong and Stiles' heart fell as he realized this was actually happening.

His thoughts were interrupted by Peter suddenly letting go of his throat and grabbing his neck instead, shoving him in Derek's direction. The younger werewolf caught him by his arms as he stumbled into his chest, and Stiles felt him pulling them both slightly away from Peter. For a moment, Stiles hopes rose again -but Derek still didn't flee or fight, earning himself a pleased smile from his uncle.

"Derek answers to me now, Stiles," he said calmly, "If I say jump, he will jump, and if I say 'Help me kidnap Scott's best friend in order to blackmail him', he will do just that. Won't you, Derek?"

He looked at his nephew expectantly and amused, and Stiles followed his eyes, fully expecting Derek to contradict him. His heart fell when he looked into Derek's face. There was nothing there, no compassion, no indication that he was going to disagree. Stiles felt his insides grow cold, betrayal washing through him as he realized Peter wasn't bluffing.

"No..." He shook his head, disbelieving. He knew Derek didn't care much about him as a person, but they had been through so much together...Derek wouldn't betray him and Scott like this, especially not to Peter.

Except he was.

"No!" he recoiled, pushing away from Derek, suddenly furious in his hurt. The older man didn't let go though, his grip merely tightening until his fingers were digging into Stiles' arms painfully, keeping him in place.

"Don't make this harder on yourself than it has to be," he growled, dark eyes devoid of any sort of emotion.

End of chapter 3.

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