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The Last of Us

Summary: Sydney didn't know what was in store for her when she knocked on his door but she knew why she was there. With no one left to turn to, would he be her hero or would she ultimately become the villain she could only dream about.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Teen Wolf, Sydney however is all mine.

Chapter 3:

She had fallen into a pattern with Peter while in his apartment. He'd wake up at the crack of dawn, put on a pot of coffee, hit the shower, get dressed and by the time he wandered back into the kitchen, she'd be working in front of the stove in her pajamas, making breakfast for the two of them. Sydney continued to tell him it was the least she could do, he was turning out to be quite enjoyable to be around, agreeing with her views on Derek and the pack she was once a part of.

He was also filling her head with ideas, whether she wanted to stick to being an omega, maybe find a new pack, she wasn't sure. What she knew though was that Peter was dropping hint after hint of him becoming her alpha and what surprised her was that the longer she spent in his apartment, in his presence, the more she was coming to like the idea of her being his beta.

There hadn't been any more mentions of her potential alpha status since the first night she stayed there, not a word. She'd kept her ears open at all hours of the day, searching for hints of him plotting against her. Derek had always informed her that he didn't trust his own uncle and after the whole using Lydia to bring himself back to life incident, she hadn't exactly blamed Derek for his lack of trust, it was just a shame that his lack of trust branched out at her too.

She had never done anything to Derek, the pack or any other Hales that would suggest she wasn't a trustworthy person, yet she found herself in Peter's apartment, the two of them working around each other in sync, almost as if they had lived together for years.

It was weirdly comfortable. She'd sleep on the couch, he'd retire to his room at approximately eleven every night, leaving her in the moonlit living room alone with her thoughts. She'd try every night to tune into his heartbeat, searching for any sign of him turning on her, or getting angry at the idea of her being in his home, either she couldn't tune into it or he was always calm when he went to bed.

She often found herself in her pajamas early in the evening. He'd eye her up and down when she pranced out of his bedroom in nothing more than the tiniest shorts he'd ever seen and a simple t-shirt. Of course it wasn't necessarily for his eyes, they were just her pajamas, but more and more he found himself watching her: the movement in her muscles as she walked through the apartment, the rippling in her shoulders when she extended her arms over her head, the taut skin of her abdomen shifting as she did so. He was drawn to her, physically, he figured any sane man would be. Her body was absolute perfection.

She'd caught him gawking more than once but still entered the living room in her skimpy little pajamas nonetheless, almost as if she were trying to entice him.

A little more than a week after she first knocked on his door, asking for a place to stay, he found himself perched on a stool at the kitchen island, an old mythology book open in front of him as she pranced around the kitchen in her 'pajamas', making dinner for the two of them.

The shorts hugged every inch of her that they touched, leaving little to the imagination. Peter couldn't help but stare. She was flawless and he could respect a woman like Sydney.

"You know, you stare at my ass an awful lot." She stated, breaking the silence in the kitchen. She relaxed her hip against the kitchen counter and looked at him, a tiny hint of a smirk playing on her lips.

"I'm merely admiring-"

"You're a perv." She cut him off, a look of amusement on her face. She could play his games too. She had years of practice being a conniving jerk, it was about time she put it to good use.

"I'm appalled that you would think that."

"Well the last time someone looked at my ass like that, I got laid." She stated matter-of-factly, her amused look still very present on her face.

"You shouldn't say things like that."

"Why? It's true. I've been here for like a week, don't think that you checking out my ass has gone unnoticed."

"What-"

"Peter, I get it. You're a lonely wolf and, not to sound too narcissistic but, I'm pretty damn gorgeous. I'd look too if I were you."

He remained silent, sending a glare her way. She shrugged her shoulders at him and turned away from his lingering gaze, giving her butt a little wiggle at him as she did so. The growl emanating from his throat caused her to let out a laugh of excitement. She knew it would get to him, now she was just egging him on. There wasn't an outcome of the situation that she wasn't a little excited for. At the very least, she'd get under his skin.

She glanced behind her and frowned, finding his gaze firmly planted back in the book on the island countertop. He wasn't going to get away with staring at her that easily. Not in the slightest. A plan quickly formed in her mind and she set to work on it.

Minutes later she had a pot on the stove, a bottle of red wine opened on the counter next to it, with full intentions of using it for the chicken sauce. She chanced another glance at him, his eyes still solely focused in the book. Fighting back a growl at his lack of attention, Sydney grabbed hold of the red wine and aimlessly started pouring it in the pot. She watched as it splashed up, splatting all over her shirt before letting out a small shriek.

His hear darted upright and he looked at her, wondering what on earth could have caused her panicked scream. She stepped away from the stove and growled, carelessly placing the wine on the counter, hearing the bottle scrape against the tile countertop. She let out a few curse words and turned to face him, his eyes landing on the giant splotch of red wine seeping into her previously clean, light blue t-shirt.

"This was my favourite shirt!" She growled again, grabbing the bottom hem of it and pulling it away from her body.

"Go change it, quick before it sets."

Narrowing her eyes on him, she ignored his suggestion and instead pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it into the sink immediately, running the water over it before grabbing a scrub brush from the edge of the basin.

Peter's eyes widened at the sight of her now standing in his kitchen in nothing but a lacy black bra and her skimpy shorts. What exactly was she thinking, just ripping her shirt over her head with a man in the kitchen able to just watch her? His eyes were drawn to her bare back, her shoulders moving as she scrubbed, not wanting the wine to stain her shirt, although if she were completely honest, she didn't really care much about her shirt at all.

She tensed as his arms reached out around her, his hands resting on hers as he gingerly pushed them against the sink, getting her to stop her movements. Sydney relaxed against him, letting out a contented sigh as the material of his t-shirt brushed against her bare skin.

"Sydney…" His voice was barely louder than a whisper, a growl rumbling in his chest too.

"Yeah?" She breathed out, fighting every fibre of her being not to grind against him.

He didn't say a word, but she knew that his mind was reeling. He was trying to figure out what she was doing, wanting his next move to be completely and utterly planned. Peter Hale never did anything without meticulously calculating it. She took the opportunity and turned around, his arms still on either side of her, but now she was facing him as he leaned down the slightest little bit, his face mere inches from hers.

She pushed her shoulders back, her chest puffing up at the action. His eyes fell from her face down to her breasts, peaking out from her daringly sexy black bra. He watched her chest rise and fall with each breath, listened to her heart rate pick up, smelled the arousal radiating off her.

"I don't care about the shirt Peter."

"Of course not."

"But I know damn well I'm not spending tonight on that god awful couch again." She smirked, her palms running up his chest, onto his shoulders before connecting at the base of his neck, her fingers playing with the hair there.

"Where do you suggest I put you?"

"I think the question you should be asking is where I should put you." Her eyes widened as she finally caught his gaze, a mix of hunger and confusion swirling in his irises.

"Alright and where is it that you should put me?"

"Right between my legs." She purred, batting her eyelashes at him.

It didn't matter if she was a good ten years younger than him and closer in age to his nephew because at that moment, there was no more control. She had known exactly what she was doing and he couldn't stop himself now even if he wanted to.

"You mean something like this?"

Before she could make another noise, his thigh was pressing between hers, trying to force it's way between her legs. She relaxed against him, her chest flat against his now, her forehead resting against the side of his face.

He felt her soft lips on the side of his neck and any ounce of control he had left had disappeared. She let his thigh in between hers before using her powerful arms to pull herself upwards, wrapping her lithe little legs around him and squeezing. A feral growl escaped his throat and she had to fight off the desire to squeal in delight. This was strictly business; there was no way she would let him think otherwise.

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She could feel the familiar pressure of someone lying directly behind her, fingertips pressed into the skin just under her breasts, yet somehow it felt slightly different. There was no desperation flooding her veins, her body wasn't tense with the urge to get up and leave before her bed buddy awoke and realized that she had stayed the night, no, somehow, this time wasn't similar to the rest, this time she felt almost comfortable.

Her arms shifted slightly, hugging the pillow harder against her naked front. She didn't want to disturb the body behind her, his face nuzzled into the crook of her neck, breathing even. If it weren't for the sudden cramping in her right calf, she might have gotten away with her tiny movements but the pain, the tensing of her leg muscle was too much and she jerked her entire limb upwards.

Her arm moved away from the pillow as she dug her fingertips into the hardened muscle, the pillow falling away from her body but the skin on skin contact at her back intensified as he leaned into her, grabbing the covers in front of her and pulling them upwards, making sure her bare body was covered from the armpits down.

"Sorry." She whispered the apology, her hands still furiously working at the cramped calf.

"For what exactly?"

"Waking you up." She answered, her tone suggestion he was incredibly dense for asking, her fingers ceased their motions in the now loosening muscle, her hands shifting back upwards to grasp the top of the blanket firmly against her chest..

"After last night, there's no need to apologize, for anything." He murmured cheekily and Sydney couldn't help but chuckle.

"Is that a compliment? Are you complimenting me on my sexual skills?"

There was definitely a certain level of contentment between the two of them now. Maybe it had something to do with the vulnerability of the situation. There wasn't much between them if one of them decided the other needed to be taken out, yet Sydney's thoughts were the farthest away from harming him and Peter would never admit it out loud but there was no way he could hurt a single hair on her head.

"Sydney," He paused and she found herself liking the way her name sounded on his lips, "You should really learn not to push boundaries and accept compliments with a simple thank you."

"Yeah, you're right but I like pushing boundaries." She grinned and tilted her head back to meet his gaze.

He smirked at her and slipped an arm around her waist, tugging her against him. She relaxed in his hold and shut her eyes, letting out a peaceful sigh. He nuzzled his nose into the back of her neck, nipping at her skin. Sydney couldn't help but laugh at his actions, fully preparing herself for repeat of the night before, that was until the blaring sound of his cell phone ringing on the nightstand broke into the atmosphere.

His frustrated growl didn't go unnoticed by her, but she remained silent nonetheless, listening as he picked up the phone and placed it against his ear. She felt lonelier without his arms around her, after just one night in bed with him, she felt alone without his contact. Sydney shook her head, trying to regain her confident composure before slipping out of the covers, her back to him as he conversed with his nephew on the other end of the call.

Reaching down, Sydney grabbed hold of her discarded t-shirt, the one very evidently stained with wine. She pulled the shirt over her head and turned around, catching Peter's curious gaze on her. Seconds later, he hung up the phone and set it back on the nightstand, staring at her.

"Derek needs your help, funny how that works isn't it?" She questioned, wondering if Derek would call him for anything other than something he needed.

"He's still family." Peter pointed out.

"You want me to go with you?"

"I'll leave that up to you." He smirked.

"Do you have time for a shower first?" Sydney asked right back, matching his smirk with one of her own.

She stepped towards the bedroom door, her arms crossed over her chest. She paused in the doorway and looked back at him, a mischievous grin playing on her lips.

Not even bothering to wait for his response, she took off for the bathroom, peeling her t-shirt off in the process. It landed in a pile just inside the bathroom door, forgotten for the time being as she climbed into the shower, turning the handle to get the water flowing. She twisted her body around as the water cascaded down against her back from the showerhead, letting a gasp escape her throat at the presence of him in the bathroom.

Stepping back under the water further, he climbed over the edge of the tub and joined her, making sure the shower curtain was securely across, keeping the water inside the tub and not on the floor. Her grin grew wider as he closed the distance between their naked bodies, her arms wrapping around his neck as he lifted her off her feet, pressing her back against the shower wall.

"Just so you know, I'm not going back to that couch tonight." She purred.

"I wouldn't expect you to." He murmured back, placing his lips on her collarbone.

She let out a moan as his teeth grazed her skin. Her legs wrapped around his torso as he shallowly sunk his teeth into her skin. Her own hands gripped his shoulders hard as he squished her between the wall and his body.

"Please tell me I never have to shower alone from now on either." She giggled.

His only response was a low, territorial growl as he continued to bite at her skin. Sydney couldn't help but wonder how far she could get in life with Peter Hale around.

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If it weren't for Derek's phone call, requesting the assistance of his 'psychotic' uncle, Sydney would have been perfectly content rolling around in the sheets with her new bed buddy. She figured Peter wouldn't have been opposed to the idea either but he was certainly more willing to help his nephew than Sydney figured he would have been. Maybe blood relatives were more important to him that he let on.

It didn't matter to her; she'd follow him anywhere he went as long as he let her. She was a perfectly capable werewolf with no one to answer to directly. But Derek had asked him to help get Isaac's memories back.

The young beta had gone hunting for the all too powerful alpha pack by himself, had gotten found out and had barely managed to escape with his life. It was times like those, when she had found out another of Derek's pack had been in severe danger, which she was glad to be away from the incompetent alpha that was Derek Hale.

So instead, Sydney found herself tagging along behind Peter as he mounted the stairs to the loft. She had her head hung low, watching her feet with each and every step as she focused on the voices carrying from Derek's place. She could hear every word the two male werewolves were exchanging inside the loft. Apparently Isaac had been fed the same information about Peter as Sydney had in the past. For a long time she would have agreed with him and his firm dislike of the older werewolf but after spending a few weeks living in close quarters with him, her view on Peter Hale had changed drastically.

Now she walked with him, playing for his team so to speak. There was something about the way he carried himself, a certain air of confidence that no one could deny. The man had a plan and there was no doubt in her mind that he would likely succeed at it. As opposed to her former alpha's way of thinking, Peter meticulously calculated each and every move, the only move unaccounted for so far in his plan was Sydney showing up at his apartment. Nonetheless he had let her stay, easily working her into his plan.

Her feet hit the floor that Derek's loft was on and she quickly moved to walk beside Peter now instead of slightly behind. She didn't exactly know how Derek would react to her showing up at his loft, especially with Peter, but he had to have known where she was staying. His uncle certainly wouldn't have kept that information a secret, and it wasn't like she had anywhere else to go.

The two of them closed in on the giant door to the loft, Sydney grabbing the handle and shoving it open, catching the last few words of the conversation. Apparently, according to Derek, 'nobody liked Peter'.

"Well that's not nice." Sydney stated, watching as Peter gracefully stepped through the door, waltzing across the room towards the remaining members of the Hale pack.

"Boys, FYI, yes, coming back from the dead has left my abilities somewhat impaired, but the hearing still works so I hope you're comfortable saying whatever it is that you're feeling straight to my face."

Sydney smirked at his tenacity, hoping Derek would maybe take his words to heart and potentially be a little nicer to his uncle. When she caught the glare on his face now directed at her, she knew she was mistaken.

"We don't like you. Now shut up and help us." Derek deadpanned.

"Fair enough."

"Derek play nice." She chided, taking her place next to Peter's side. Now Isaac glared at her too.

"We're not too fond of you either." He muttered, dropping his head and looking at the floor between his feet.

She raised an eyebrow at his words but said nothing. Peter glanced her way and tossed her a small smirk, turning to face where Isaac sat. Sydney crossed her arms over her chest and continued to stare at Derek's head, his eyes still glued to the floor as Peter began making himself at home in the loft.

He had peeled off his jacket, folded it over the arm of the couch, before sauntering back towards Isaac, who was sitting on a lame metal chair in front of the big, sturdy table that Derek used to lay out plans. She could recall numerous times when he had maps and papers laid out on the surface, hoping to form a plan of some sort. She closed the distance between her and the table before turning her back to it, pressing her lower back against it and hoisting herself onto the tabletop.

Peter, Derek and Isaac glanced at her as she shifted on the table, crossing her legs and making herself right at home, remaining ever so close to Peter. She didn't want to stray too far from him. He was her protection, her support system. He was all she had left and she would stand behind him, literally and figuratively, until he gave up on her.

Now Peter began closing the distance between himself and the youngest werewolf in the room, his words commanding and confident.

"Relax, I'll get more out of you if you're calm."

Isaac seemed restless on the chair now, his body twisting to the left as he looked at Peter but never actually made eye contact. "How do you know how to do this again?"

"It's an ancient ritual used mostly by alphas, since it's a skill that requires quite a bit of practice, one slip, and you could paralyze someone, or kill them."

She watched intently as Peter studied the back of Isaac's neck, his claws drawn and ready to be sunken into his flesh.

"You-you've had a lot of practice, though, right?"

"Well, I've never paralyzed anyone."

"That we know of." Sydney muttered, an amused look on her face. She had no doubt he'd lie about killing someone if he had to.

"Wait, does that mean that you-"

Before Isaac could get his sentence out, he was stopped. Sydney let out a yelp as Peter sunk his claws into the back of Isaac's neck, the young beta letting out a gasp of shock and pain.

She relaxed a little bit, watching Isaac struggle in Peter's hold. She wasn't entirely sure if he was trying to get away or not, seeing as this whole situation came about because Derek's beta had potentially found the others, it would be silly for Isaac to not want to find them.

Sydney found herself missing the two teens, Erica and Boyd, more than she had anticipated. Sure she had returned to Beacon Hills shortly before the two of them had abandoned their alpha but in the few days she spent with the blonde, she found herself thinking she'd make a decent friend. Their personalities were similar, she watched Erica fire retorts back at Derek more than once and he took them without so much as a growl.

If she hadn't gone missing, Sydney would have adopted her as a sort of surrogate sister. Friends were few and far between for Sydney and finding someone so tenacious, so fierce, like Erica, was practically a godsend.

Derek stared at Sydney, sitting almost comfortably behind his uncle before tensing his muscles, fighting back the urge to free Isaac from Peter's hold. The two of them struggled against each other, Isaac's body thrashing every which way and Peter's simply trying to hang on, to see everything he could before it all stopped.

Practically leaping to his feet, Derek closed in on his uncle and beta, Sydney watched him with a curious look, hoping he'd just let Peter do what they came here to do. He clearly didn't like watching Isaac writhing around in the chair, but then again neither did Sydney.

Before he could move too far from his place, Peter's voice cut him off. She shifted her attention back to Peter.

"Wait, I see them."

Sydney barely had time to brace herself as Isaac broke away from Peter, the force of Isaac moving forward projected the older Hale in her direction. He turned around quickly, his hands falling against the table on either side of her thighs. She shifted her arms away from the table and grabbed hold of his shoulders, helping to steady him as he regained his footing. Her eyes met his and she swore he let out the quietest growl.

"I could probably have done that." She whispered, a hint of teasing to her voice.

"Sydney." He groaned.

"My mom showed me how once." She nodded firmly. "I was maybe nine but she showed me."

With a roll of his eyes, he gathered his bearings. Peter held his arms close to his chest and pulled out of Sydney's grasp. He stumbled towards the broken brick wall, curling and uncurling his fingers as he did so. Derek stood at attention now and Sydney couldn't help but wonder if he would have reacted the same way if it were her in Isaac's place.

"What'd you see?"

"It was confusing, um, im-images, vague shapes."

"But you saw something?" Derek kept pressing, not wanting to give up the possibility that his missing teenage betas were alive and well. Even though she didn't see Isaac's memories herself, she knew they wouldn't have yielded anything promising.

"Isaac found them." Peter nodded. Sydney perked up at his words and uncrossed her legs, letting them fall over the side of the table.

"Erica and Boyd?"

She slipped off the table and looked between the two Hales, wondering now whose side she was really on. No doubt Derek would want to try to find them like Isaac once had, and he'd probably do everything in his power to get them back but yet she walked away from his pack, making herself an omega. Peter didn't have any connection to the missing teenagers, he wouldn't help Derek hunt them down, not unless he was gaining something in the process and she knew there wasn't anything in it for him.

"I barely saw them. I mean, glimpses."

"But you did see them?"

"Worse."

"Deucalion."

"He was talking to them, something about time running out."

"What does it mean?" Isaac's voice finally presented itself again, although rather hoarse and frightened. Sydney moved closer to him, resting her hand on the back of his shoulders in a gesture of comfort.

"He's going to kill them." Derek had been trying to remain strong and hopeful but Sydney knew there was no decent outcome for the missing betas. They had been missing months already and the odds of them being alive dwindled with each passing day.

"No, no, no, no, no, he didn't say that. He did make them a promise that by the full moon that they'd both be dead." Peter explained further.

She wasn't entirely sure what he was doing, giving his nephew some sort of false hope. Isaac turned his body, moving his shoulder out of her reach. When his eyes met hers, she knew he would fight just as hard as Derek to get Erica and Boyd back. The thought of Isaac throwing everything he had into a battle they had little to no chance of winning broke her heart. He deserved better than to have to fight for his friends, for his pack mates.

"The next full moon?"

"Tomorrow night."

"Well that leaves enough time for you to throw together a plan and figure out where you're going." Sydney muttered, knowing how incompetent Derek was on a good day, with ample time to figure things out. Add in an enormous lack of time, things were not looking too good.

"Are you in or not?" Derek shot back at her, his arms crossed over his chest.

"You're going to need my help-"

"Then we'll be in touch." Derek cut her off, waving a hand in her direction to silence her.

Letting out a low growl, Sydney stepped away from the table, strutting across the room wordlessly to grab Peter's coat off the arm of the couch. She picked it up, her eyes never leaving Derek's as she glared at him the entire way.

When she fell in step next to Peter, he gently took his coat from her grasp and slipped his arms into the holes. She linked her arm through his as the two of them walked out of Derek's loft.

When she finally stepped out into the cool afternoon air, she let out a growl she had been holding in since she last looked at Derek. Peter stopped walking, Sydney following suit.

"You're aware you don't actually have to help him, right?" Peter questioned, slipping his arm out of hers and turning to face her.

"If I help, it's because of Erica and Boyd, not because of him."

"You don't owe him anything."

"Well that's debatable." She sighed, making a move to walk away from him.

His hand shot out, his fingers wrapped around her bicep, holding her in her place. She turned her head and met his gaze, watching as he narrowed his eyes on her.

"Did your mother really show you how to do that?"

"Yes."

"Do you have any idea where she would have learned a skill like that?"

Sydney scoffed at his question. He had said it was an ancient ritual used mostly by alphas. Her mother certainly wasn't an alpha. She had followed Talia Hale back in the day, Peter surely must have known that, or else he wouldn't have been so sceptical.

"My mom told me the reason she knew how to do that thing was because when she was in college, she dated this guy who was apparently an alpha."

"An alpha in college."

"So she said." Sydney shrugged, ripping her arm free.

"And she showed you how?"

"Yes." She smiled at him now, clearly hiding something amusing.

"Sydney." Peter growled at her, knowing she had something more to say.

"I tried it once." She beamed now, planting her hands on her hips firmly, the familiar mischievous look in her eye.

"You tried it?" He asked slowly, trying to figure out exactly how it was possible.

Sydney nodded her head yes and took a step towards him. She tensed, not expecting him to slide his hand across her shoulders and hold her against him. Seconds later, she relaxed in his hold, resting her head against his shoulder.

"So I had this friend in fourth grade who wouldn't tell me who she kissed under the slide at recess. I convinced her to stay over one night at my house and when she finally fell asleep, I may or may not have tried it out."

He let out a slight snort of amusement, mentally picturing Sydney as a child holding down another little girl as she slept, shoving her fingers into the back of the unsuspecting child's neck. It was a rather comical picture.

"Did it work?"

"Kind of, she started screaming and my mom came and pulled me off of her before I could really see anything. Needless to say, that was the last time she ever talked to me."

"You have a knack for getting into trouble, don't you?"

"Probably has something to do with my willingness to do anything."

She let out a laugh and moved away from him, prancing off the sidewalk and towards her car. Peter hesitated, watching as she continued to laugh at her childhood memories before she disappeared into the car. He stepped off the sidewalk too and made his way into the vehicle, vaguely curious as to what else Sydney knew how to do.

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