3.
"So, are you sure you want to be here for this?" Stiles asked Scott as they hovered outside his front door.
"Definitely. Besides, without me he'll just think you're crazy," Scott said.
"Okay. Into battle we go," Stiles joked badly.
Stiles went inside, followed by Scott who froze on the threshold, a deep growl ripped from his throat. "What? What is it?" Stiles asked nervously.
"Stiles, is that you?" His dad called from the kitchen.
When Scott didn't reply Stiles ignored his friend and followed the sound of his dad's voice.
He paled.
At the kitchen table was his dad, sat calmly with a cup of coffee in front of him and Peter next to him. They both looked so casual, at ease with each other. It made bile rise in Stiles throat and he swallowed it down, not wanting to expose any weakness in front of that monster. Peter smiled, the cat who got the cream.
"What's going on? Why aren't you arresting him? Dad? Dad? He's the one who b... who attacked you! He'd a monster... he's a –"
"Werewolf?" His dad interrupted.
Stiles went slack jawed. Behind him Scott approached, eyes flashing yellow and claws extended in a threat he wanted so badly to fulfil. Stiles edged away from his friend knowing he could be unpredictable like this, and carefully observed how his dad's eyes widened as he took in Scott's transformed appearance, but still there was no panic or fear. He knew. He goddamned knew, and Peter was the one to tell him. This was the antithesis of good. It really was. Peter, of course, was as calm as a lake of ice, in fact he rolled his eyes at Scott's implicit threat as if he was a child throwing a tantrum and proceeded to ignore his very presence in the room. No, it was Stiles' face he was watching.
"Peter told me. Everything," his dad said, sounding world weary and tired. So much like himself that Stiles wanted to believe it wasn't him saying these words. But it was undeniable.
"Everything? Really dad, because you seem awfully calm for a man sat next to a murderer who is a mythical creature and just turned you into one at the risk of killing you."
"I don't think it's as uncomplicated as that, son," Sheriff Stilinski said.
Stiles looked away momentarily, his mouth twisting in a grimace. He couldn't believe the words coming out of his father's mouth. His dad, upholder of the law and protector of all that is good and innocent in Beacon Hills was defending a murderer. Stiles knew that Peter could twist things, hell he seemed to have both Scott's mom and even Derek, Derek who's sister had been Peter's victim, believing in his nice guy routine. And now his dad. The only family Stiles had left.
"You're a monster. You should be dead," Scott growled menacingly.
Peter merely sighed. "Sit down, Scott," he said and even Stiles felt the hypnotic charge of his words. Scott looked conflicted but found his way to a seat opposite the Sheriff almost against his own will. Stiles was alarmed. He had never seen a demonstration of the Alpha's power. He'd had no idea just how powerful Peter's will was over those he made. Was that why his dad was pro-murder now? Stiles hoped so with the desperation of a boy on the verge of losing everything he loved, but a small part of him didn't want it to be true because if it was then it meant that his dad was probably lost forever. As was Scott. And Stiles was truly alone. It seemed either way he lost.
The grief must have shown on his face, because in an instant Peter was stood next to his, touching him in a manner that if it had been someone else he would have found comforting. Stiles froze in the embrace and stared into Peter's eyes. The eyes of a murderer, but he didn't look any more insane than anyone you might meet on the street. "It's okay, Stiles. They are still yours, just as much as they are mine," he said.
Stiles shook his head. "I don't understand," he breathed, licking his lips nervously.
Peter's eyes tracked the movement and the room felt thick with tension of another kind. "They are yours, because you are mine."
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