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"Deaton!" Scott called out, running to Stiles, completely ignoring Deucalion. The vet came into the room followed by the parents, who were bandaged up. John Stilinski's face fell when he saw his son.

"Stiles!" he called out, running past the others to kneel next to Scott. He took his son's pulse then clasped their hands together as Deaton came over to join them. Deucalion sat there quietly still keeping a hand on Stiles' shoulder. The other pretended not to see the way he stared down at the teen with worry. The alpha twins had never seen their former leader show worry or concern for anybody other than himself. Deaton motioned for Scott to carry Stiles to the other room.

Minutes later, Stiles was laying on one of the cold metal tables, with Deaton and Melissa standing over him. The pack stood in the doorway, biting their nails and sharing worried glances. John sat next to his son, hands still clasped. Scott, Derek and Chris had pulled Deucalion back out into the waiting room when he tried to follow them. Chris crossed his arms, successfully mimicking the classic Derek Hale look.

"What happened?" he asked simply knowing that Deucalion knew exactly what he was talking about. Deucalion meet his gaze.

"After you two let me go, I was walking. I found Stiles inside of his crashed jeep. I carried him here. I swear I did nothing to harm him, nor did I have any intention to." he explained looking to each of them. The twins watched quietly from where they stood with the rest of the group. When Scott caught them eavesdropping, he growl menacingly, making their heads snap away. Derek had remained silent.

"Why?" he asked suddenly. Chris and Scott looked at him with questioning eyes. Deucalion cocked his head to the side.

"What do you mean?" he asked back. Derek stepped closer.

"Why did you save him? You could have just left. But instead you came back, where you'd be accused and probably attacked. I'll ask again. Why did you save Stiles?" he questioned, his voice raising. Deucalion didn't even have to think.

"Because it was the right thing to do. You said that maybe I could be the man I once was again. This is what that man would have done. I'm trying to change Derek. isn't that what you wanted me to do?" Deucalion asked. Derek opened his mouth to respond but was cut off when the door to the clinic opened and closed with a slam.

"It was. But I don't think this was really what he had in mind." a voice laughed. The four men turned to look at the newcomer. Peter stood lazily in the doorway. He clapped his hands dramatically. "Good job tonight, Derek. You actually managed to survive your crazy girlfriend and the alpha pack, although I see you picked up a few stragglers. How many did you loose?"

"We didn't loose anybody Peter. " Derek replied defensively. Peter shrugged and walked further into the room. He clicked his tongue as his tried to peek past the horde of bodies that crowded the doorway to the other room.

"Seems like you got awful close, huh? Which one is it? Cora? Stiles?" he questioned further. He smiled when they tensed at the name of their injured human. "Its Stiles isn't it? Well I always knew he wouldn't last long without the bite. Kind of the runt of the pack. No pun intended."

Scott was about to chew Peter but never got the chance to as Deucalion had already spoken up. He glared at the ex-alpha and said coolly yet firmly, "I've found that Stiles can handle himself quite well. He hasn't died, which if I'm correct is something that you are very good at. Perhaps you could learn something from that runt."

The others stared at the two men with wide eyes. Peter however just smiled at the alpha and replied, "Maybe you're right."

Melissa pushed through the doorway and went to stand next to her son. She smiled and put a hand on his shoulder. "He's gonna be okay. Its just a concussion and a few bruised ribs. It could have been a lot worse. He lucky."

"Thanks, Mom. How are you feeling?" Scott asked, after breathing a sigh of relief. Melissa shrugged.

"I'm alive aren't I?" she replied simply. Scott smiled at his mom. She was so strong. She looked to all of them. "I think its okay for you to go see him now. He's still unconscious, though."

They all nodded and went to the next room. Deucalion stayed behind, not sure if he would be allowed to go. Melissa saw him and smiled. "I think you have just as much right to see him. You did save him after all."

"Thank you, Melissa. But I don't think they'd want me in there." he replied sitting in one of the chairs that lined the walls. She nodded, understanding. She turned to leave but stopped and looked him dead in the eyes.

"Remember when I said that you were the bad guy? Well I was wrong. You're not." she told him before going back to her patient. Deucalion stared after her, hoping that she was right.

So I have a question, do you want a Deucalion and Stiles love story or more of a extremely protective father/son bond? LEt me know in the Reviews!