Kia Orana :D

Yes people this is an Update WHOOP WHOOP! This is personally my favourite chapter to have written. It was really touching and affecting that heartfelt woman side of me and I hope you guys feel it too. The purpose of this chapter is so your given a inside view to what it is Peter is experiencing in his mind coma and it also gives you a little background on how I think he became so damaged and crazed.

This story isn't intentionally going to have character bashing, I'm not setting out to do that in this. There's a reason for everything and the further in we get the more I will reveal. So don't think I'm intentionally bashing or ruining certain characters from the show, it's just the unspoken impression or connections I made from watching the show. Oh and as a bit of a spoiler I will let you know that there is totally going to be some HUGE Peter and Araiya scenes in the next chapter. Once all the talking is out of the way the very first supernatural problem will be rolling into town (oooh exciting much)

For the record the voice Peter hears is not Araiya.

Happy Reading everybody :D

Peter…

A leather jacket clad boy ran beside a girl, both were saying things but he couldn't hear their words. The girl looked younger, way younger than the boy. She wore loose fitted Khaki jogger pants, grey in colour, paired with a faded denim vest with slight rips. Her wrists were adorned with bands and roped friendship bracelets that were weaved with hues of green and yellow thread. On her neck she sported a belt designed choker necklace which had a small cross dangling from its middle. Her hair was chopped short and spiked like a rockers. It was a dark milk chocolate shade of brown and complimented the pale paper white skin tone she possessed. Her ears were pierced, her left sporting two small silver hoops whilst the right had a fang and a cross chain ear cuff.

The young girl and boy came to a stop behind a building to catch their breaths, heavily panting from their impromptu work out. Peter watched and followed the two like he had been doing the moment he was out of the darkness. At first he had thought that he had done it, woken up and escaped whatever torture trap he had been locked in, but then he realised he hadn't. Nobody had seen him and he for a very brief moment had believed he was a ghost, especially when they would faze through his body like he was a phantom. It had scared him, reduced him into a panicked pup. He had been on the brink of accepting he was dead once more when he then caught sight of the boy.

Peter knew that face.

He remembered that face, after all how could he have forgotten what his own face had looked like when he was younger. At the sight of his youthful looking self Peter was astonished and had quickly done his best to make sense of his situation. After trying all he could to get some acknowledgement from anyone he saw he had given up and just followed his younger self. He didn't know how long he had spent doing as such but it had dawned on him that he was watching his memories. Things he had long forgotten and buried at the back of his mind, refused to dwell on after the fire.

It was both painful and wistful that he watched the happier moments in his life. The time when he had first caught Laura sneaking out the back window after she fought with her father. He watched as his younger self discretely followed her into the woods to meet with a boy. Repressed his amusement at her mortified squeal when his younger self walked out from the shadows and made a show of catching the two together. Stood beside Laura and reminisced at just how short she had been at the age of 14 and laughed at her pleaded cries for him not to tell her parents.

When the memory flashed to a different scene one where he witnessed Cora and him at the park. His younger self pushing her in the swing whilst she giggled and laughed in bliss begging for him to push her higher. Peter sat on the bench and watched. Just watched each memory and walked through each event retracing the footsteps of his younger self.

His wolf would whimper and whine, howl in grief every time they saw another dead face of their pack. He had seen his cousin Janet's dimpled smile as she and her husband Matt cooed over their new born son. Watched at how he had to awkwardly hold Derek the first time.

Why are you so sad Peter?...

That was another thing. Peter was hearing voices again. At times it was like whispers right beside his ear when there was actually no one there. It faded in and out, voiced over all the memories he asked. At first he had responded, yelled and shouted at the whispers that were driving him to insanity. Heh insanity, Peter knew he was already insane but what was after the loss of one's sanity.

"…..Fuck you *pant* you Fucking shit face asshole!"

Peter looked up in curiosity. That wasn't the breathy whispery voice that haunted him. Peter moved closer to where the girl and his younger self were currently resting. Had he heard them speak?

Young Peter looked at his wayward minion (because that's what she was in his eyes). Even though he was a werewolf and barely felt winded he had to play human for the girl's sake. Young Peter wanted to laugh at how flushed and tired the girl looked. Although to be fair they did run quite a while.

"You kiss your aunt with that filthy mouth of yours" Young Peter made a show of gulping and breathing heavily through his nose. The girl glared at his younger self and Peter smirked. After watching all his memories without audio it was a delight to have a change.

Both Peter's mockingly cringed when the girl flipped them off.

"Ouch. Rude" they both responded. Their voices laced with humour at the girls expense.

"Shut it you- Dammit Petey how many times do I have to tell you to stop provoking scar face and his gang of hyena's!"

"Come on Rai. I'm only playing"

Peter startled at the name. Rai. Yes he remembered her now. His wolf huffed at the image of the girl.

"Fuck Petey you know that Ennis has this freaky hatred thing against me because I kicked the shit out of that kid from his stupid weirdo gang!" Rai snapped.

Young Peter only laughed.

Peter remembered this moment. Yes. It was a year after the death of Paige and Derek had become a recluse and downer to be around. The boy was practically a walking emo, he would know because the stench of depression and guilt practically followed the pup. Talia had gone Alpha on him when he had told Derek to get over it. She had ordered him to leave Derek alone because the boy was going through a 'phase'. Peter scoffed, how wrong was his sister. The death of Paige was the biggest omen that marked his nephew's bad luck. Not being allowed to be around Derek as he wallowed in his own despair, Peter found other ways to entertain himself. He spent time with Cora and all the younger pups seeing as Laura and Derek were too caught up in their own teenage selves. It was how he got involved with so many gang fights and so on. How he became a frequent resident at Beacon Hills Station. Why he had his name carved in every cell they owned.

"I swear to the heavens Petey that if Aunt Augusta has to bail me out one more time I'm throwing you to the wolves!" Rai shouted at him. Frustration consuming her as his Younger self continued to laugh at her. Peter chuckled, he still found it funny that she always said that, throw him to the wolves. If only she had known.

Peter…. List-…..Me…..Find-…..Peeeeteeerrr….

Peter looked up, glancing and swivelling around trying to figure out where the voice was coming from. It was like listening to a broken radio constantly tuning in and out. It was then with confusion and apprehension that he realised he was no longer with his younger self and Rai. Ignoring the sudden darkness around him Peter walked towards the light that beckoned him. The closer he got the louder he could hear voices, one that sounded like his own arguing with another.

"DAMMIT PETER! This is your final warning! If I have to leave work to come and bail you out of the station again I'm locking you in the basement next full moon!"

"You're not even LISTENING to me! I'M TRYING TO TELL YOU WHAT HAPPENED NOT THAT BULLSHIT Ennis keeps sprouting! You know he's pushing all the blame on to me because that Fucker James keeps running his mouth and putting the blame on me! I'm not at fault here Talia!" Young Peter shouted. Peter watched as his sis- as Talia stared at him with a disbelieving expression. She looked at him like he was the fountain of all her problems. Peter subconsciously started to growl lowly. This was one of the many arguments he had with Talia. She never listened to him, not once, always pushed him away in favour of someone else. It was wrong because he was her FIRST beta. She should be listening to his input, taking in everyone's story after his own. Listening to her own packs side of the story before accepting another packs version. Peter scoffed, what was he saying, Talia for all she claims never really did abide by normal wolf nature. At least not when it came to him.

"Final Warning Peter." Talia glared.

Young Peter looked at his Alpha and felt a sense of betrayal and disbelief. Talia didn't listen to him. She never does. She would yell at him at times, claim that as First Beta he has to set an example for the pack, but how is the pack supposed to respect him as their First Beta when their own Alpha doesn't treat him as such. Talia's claims of him being her right hand man was nothing but empty words.

I-…Peter…W-what would y-you do? Huh Pete? Will you f-fight for me?

The voice was clearer this time. It sounded like a female. A women, a girl. She was talking to him and the back of his mind itched. His wolf twisted and turned restlessly, anxiously trying to figure out why it didn't know who was talking yet it felt a pull of familiarity.

"-SHE'S NOT YOUR PACK! SHE'S A KID WHO THINKS HER BEST FRIEND IS YOU PETER. YOUR NOT A CHILD NOT ANYMORE PETER! IT'S TIME YOU GROW UP AND TAKE RESPONSIBILITY" Talia shouted.

Without realising it his surrounding had once more changed. His younger self was chained to the walls, he was locked up and caged like a freshly bitten pup. Peter snarled at the sight, anger rising within his wolf and he. Talia had done as she had warned but it wasn't his fault. Rai and he had been ambushed by that Fucker James who had used wolfs bane and mountain ash against him. Deputy Stilinski wasn't on patrol that time and so he and Rai were blamed and the newbie officer believed the shit James had fed him.

Peter was shaken from his angry stupor when a daunting cackle filled the basement. He stood in between Talia and the cage that held his younger self, looking at his chained form.

"Are you scared of me Talia?... haha Do you fear me 'SISTER'?" Young Peter sneered. His eyes were flashing blue, such a cold ice blue that froze you where you stood. Peter shivered at the insanity he saw lying behind his own eyes. Talia hadn't moved from where she stood her eyes stayed trained on his younger self.

Pete! PETER! NO- DON'T- PEEETERRR!

"I can smell it! Can smell your fear, taste it in the air when you stand beside me! Why do you feel guilty Talia? WHY DO YOU SMELL OF GUILT TALIA!? WHAT DID YOU TAKE FROM ME TALIA!?" Young Peter roared, voice deep and grittily as he shouted. His fangs and claws were extended as he shifted into his wolf form.

Talia turned from his younger self and made her way towards the stairs. Peter hadn't recalled this, not this part. He didn't remember shouting that, roaring with such anger at Talia. Why hadn't he remembered?

"Stay away from the human girl Peter. You're only going to hurt her. If you truly are her friend, save her by staying away" As Talia went to walk away Young Peter let out a terrifying roar and broke free of the chains and lunged as if to attack. Peter watched with wide confused eyes as he saw the feral maliciousness of his wolf and he. From behind the bars of his cage Young Peter continued roaring and snarling. He couldn't break free from the bars because of the ring of mountain ash that surrounded it.

Peter hurried behind Talia still a bit shocked at the sight of his feral self. Why did it scare him? How is it that he felt fearful of his own self? He had killed and not felt remorse, Slaughtered and laughed at their anguished cries for mercy and the feel of their blood on his claws. He had done worse, seen worse, caused worse. Why is the sight of himself with no sense of control the thing that frightens him?

"Are you sure?" Peter looked up at where Talia no longer stood by herself. Beside her was Deaton, the vet, the Hale pack's emissary. Deaton was looking at Talia with caution, wariness and slight reluctance.

"Do you doubt me Alan?" Talia hadn't turned around to face young Peter her eyes were trained straight ahead. Only Deaton stared at young Peter's feral form, watched as Peter tore at his skin with his claws and spilt his own blood. Deaton watched, stood and watched as Peter's wolf went insane.

"The girl is the only thing keeping him occupied. You're asking him to drop the only thing that connects him to something outside of the pack."

"The girl is human, Peter is an unstable werewolf. Sooner or later the girl is going to get hurt. It's best we save her now than fail to later" Talia spoke.

Peter watched with wide eyes at the conversation he was witnessing.

"Tell me the truth Talia. Why are you so against this friendship? I don't recall you being against Derek and his interaction with Paige, and they were dating" Deaton mused, his eyes never once left the enraged wolf trapped. Talia looked at Deaton with a blank face.

"If you don't want to help me save the girls life Alan I won't hold it against you. Peter is dangerous, more dangerous than anything, you know that. The only chance we got of keeping the pack and everyone in Beacon Hills safe is if we keep Peter in line. As the Alpha, I have to do what's right"

As Talia walked away Deaton remained where he was only staring as she shut the door with a slam. With the door shut Deaton knew that no one would be disturbed by the savage wolfs noise. The basement was sound proof for the sake of the pups, so on full moons they didn't have to hear the painful cries of the out of control wolves in the pack. Deaton made his way down the steps and stood directly in front of the cage that held young Peter.

"I hope one day, you will have mercy" Deaton Muttered before he began to chant.

Peter watched as Deaton chanted and casted something upon his younger self. Watched as what he thought was mountain ash started to glow and surround his younger self. The memory then faded into misty pictures and he was once more in the dark.

Peter was heaving, he w-was crying. As he touched his face and felt the trickles of wetness on his cheeks he let out a whimper. There was an ache where his heart was and he thought he could hear it breaking. For so long he had always known that Talia never really trusted him, that she was always wary of him. He had known. So then why did it still hurt? Why did he still care?

"I want to wake up now…" Peter croaked out.

He was tired of this emotional rollercoaster ride.

He wanted to get off.

Peter… Petey… Pete…. Hey … This way silly… Come here Pete. Follow me!

Peter looked up at the return of the voice. It sounded like there were so many people saying the same thing, the voice sounded wispy and airy. It was entrancing him with every letter. Despite his anguish Peter strained his ears in attempt to seek out which direction the voice was coming from.

This way Pete… quick…. Before they find us!...

The voice of the women giggled and Peter ran where he assumed the voice came from..

Close your eyes…. Do you trust me…?

Peter didn't know why but he did. He trusted the voice of the unknown women that's been haunting him. So as he closed his eyes he let out a breathy, yearning sigh. He didn't know where the voice was leading him, just what would happen next, but he couldn't find it in him to care. The voice soothed him, made him feel something he never knew he needed. No- it made him feel something he never realised he was missing.

So as Peter closed his eyes and blindly chased the wispy voice he answered her question, her call.

'Always'

If Peter had listened harder when he had spoken he would have noticed the echo of his response. The sound of his younger self saying the very same thing. He would have realised that the voice was something more. That the voice was only a voice because it was an imprint of a memory. A memory that was taken from him. Peter would have realised that the voices he believed to be haunting him were conversations from memories that had no faces. But Peter didn't so it would remain a mystery to be solved another time.

"-You think she loves you Derek! You think the two of you are going to run off into the sunset, get married and have pups! That she's going to love you every full moon you turn into a wolf. YOU'RE A FOOL DEREK! NOTHING BUT A DELUSIONAL CHILD"

Peter's eyes burst open at the mocking sneer of his voice. It was him and a 17 year old Derek fighting after Derek confessed to fooling around with Kate Argent.

DON'T STOP PETER! KEEP GOING! DON'T STOP!

Peter did as the voice urged.

"YOUR JUST GOING TO LET THE PACK AND BEACON HILLS BE INVADED BY HUNTERS! DO YOU EVEN HEAR YOURSELF?!"

"The hunters are not a threat to the pack Peter"

"Kate Argent is the craziest Hunter in existence Talia! She doesn't leave behind survivors she purges EVERYTHING WEREWOLF! If we don't take action now were going to be sitting ducks!"

Talia glared at young Peter.

"Kate Argent is not a threat to the pack. She's only passing through! The pack is safe Peter, your just being paranoid"

"Am I!? Or are you just saying that because Derek is fucking the crazy bitch. You can smell it too. Fuck anyone with a nose can sniff out the stench of that whore on him. He's sleeping with the enemy and you know it." Young Peter roared. Talia's eyes flashed red and she roared back at young Peter whose eyes were ice blue. Talia lunged at young Peter and held him up by the throat using her Alpha strength against him.

"Get out Peter. Get out of my house before you find yourself as a rogue omega" Talia growled using her Alpha voice.

Young Peter was then chucked towards the door, and stumbled to get up. He glared at Talia with the same amount of anger.

"You are not worthy of being Alpha"

KEEP GOING! QUICK! DON'T FALL BEHIND PETER!

Peter could feel pressure building in his chest, but he did as the voice said…

"ARAIYA! Great I was looking for you we need to talk. I've got something to tell you!" Young Peter rushed to the only person in Beacon Hills who ever listened. His only friend. The one person he could trust.

Araiya looked at the man she had come to think of as another brother. She was conflicted, full of despair but most of all nervous. Peter would not like what she came to say. She knew he wouldn't but she had no choice. She didn't want to leave Beacon Hills but she had to.

"Peter we need to talk…"

"You are going to help me stop Derek from Fucking around with that bitch Kate Argent! She's-"

"I'm leaving"

Young Peter startled at his friends revelation.

"What?"

"I'm leaving tomorrow, there was a family thing that came up and they want me back as soon as possible. This is me saying goodbye."

Both Peter and his Younger self looked at Araiya with something akin to shock. Peter had forgotten that she had left. He had forgotten how they had parted, no that was a lie. Peter didn't want to remember how they had parted. It was why he did all he could to forget just how he and the one person he had trusted had said their goodbye's.

When Peter saw the darkness settle into his Younger self's gaze he wanted to push Araiya away. Scream and shout for her to run and not look back. He couldn't though because when he tried his hand just fazed through her. Still desperate to change what was about to occur Peter kept trying, not even realising that he was muttering a stream of 'no' and 'please stop'.

"She got to you didn't she" Young Peter snarled out. His eyes had flashed blue and he stared at Araiya like a predator would his prey. Araiya didn't move, she stood in her same spot just staring at his younger self.

"What?"

"TALIA TOLD YOU TO STAY AWAY AND YOU LISTENED TO HER!" Young Peter roared at her.

Araiya still didn't move just stayed where she was. She didn't even flinch at the sight of Peter's wolf form as it lunged for her throat, fangs hovering over her shoulder.

"I'll make you pay for your betrayal"

Peter watched with horrified eyes as his younger self sank his fangs into the flesh of the young girl he found a friend in. His ears rang with her agonised screams of pain, the sight of his younger self ripping the flesh of her shoulder away was horrendous. Peter was so traumatised by what he had done that he didn't even realise he was begging for someone to stop it all. He couldn't even hear his pleas for the voice to come back and snap him out of his stupor.

Young Peter slashed at Ariaya's torso and clawed up her arms, it all came to a stop when his wolf registered no more sounds.

Both Peter's stared at their friends Body in Horror. What have they done!?

"Rai…Rai… come on… ARAIYA! WAKE UP! No no no no no PLEASE. I didn't mean too-It was an accident ARAAAAIIIIYAAA!" Young Peter was holding the girl in his arms and shook her, waiting and hoping she would respond. She was still bleeding and he was doing his best to stop it.

"Araiya. I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry. Forgive me. Forgive me please. I'm sorry so sorry" Young Peter chanted as his tears fell from his face and dripped onto hers. Young Peter raised his head to the sky and closed his eyes in grief. His wolf within whimpered and whined at their sin. Together they lifted their heads and howled out their grief. Howled for their sin. Howled for their mistake. Howled for their betrayal. Young Peter than faded in to a mist and disappeared and Peter was left staring at the body of his only friend. The friend he had murdered.

Peter kneeled beside the fallen body of his friend and reached out a hand to touch her. When his fingers only fazed through he sobbed. Peter finally knew where he was, knew what had happened. He was paying for his sins, for his misdoings. This must be what happens to those who do nothing but wrong.

This was Peter's hell.

Pete…. Do you love me?...

At the return of the voice Peter's sobs died down. The women's voice let out a blissful giggle before it faded out.

You Promise?...

Looking at the still form of Araiya, Peter closed his eyes and once more decided to trust the voice.

GET UP PETER! THEIR COMING FOR US! RUN !

So Peter ran. He ran, not knowing where he was going. He just knew he had to get away, had to keep her safe. They had to hide.

'THEY'RE COMING FOR US…. YOU GOT TO GET AWAY KEEP HER SAFE. SAVE OUR DAUGHTER'

Images and scenes flickered by once more mute as the voices took over. He could see flashes of the fire, flashes of Derek slashing his throat, him killing Laura. Stiles and Jackson lighting him on fire.

TALIA PLEASE DON'T DO THIS! WAIT! WAIT STOP!

Peter and his wolf started to squirm and panic. They could feel the danger approaching them, sense the absolute fear in the voice, and feel her pleas. Peter didn't know that he was speaking, that he was responding and echoing the words of his younger self's voice.

'TALIA PLEASE I'M BEGGING YOU. DON'T DO THIS!'

"Aaaaarrrrrgghhh!" Peter screamed as he ran through the misty figure of Talia as she stared at him. The sound of glass shattering echoed throughout the room Peter found himself in. He couldn't hear the voices' anymore Heaving in gulps of air, he scanned his new surroundings. It was the white room again only this time it wasn't empty.

Five mirrors stood before him and each reflected something different. The first mirror to his left was an image of him when he was only a boy no older than 10. Peter looked at his 10 year old self and curiously peered at him. 10 year old Peter gave him a toothy smile with such happiness that Peter grimaced.

The second mirror on the left held an image of himself but this time it was his 16 year old self. Peter could see the mischievous smirk and the teasing glee in 16 year old Peter's eyes. The last mirror on his right had an image of him now. The cruelty and darkness in his eyes, his sick smile full of nothing but bloodlust. Beside that one was another mirror which held an image of his 27 year old self. Blood stained his claws and his eyes were full of horror, despair, guilt and remorse.

All of the different versions of himself stared at him, like they were waiting for him to do something. Peter had no idea what was happening what he was supposed to do.

PETER! PETE! PEEETER! HELP- STOP-NOOOO!

The middle mirror, the one that stood directly in front of him was empty. It held no reflection, despite him standing right in front of it. In synch all of his reflections turned and looked at the middle mirror with longing. His wolf began to whimper and whine within him and felt the urge to move closer to the middle mirror.

Ha-ha you're a Jerk Pete! STOP IT!-every time you smile I-….

I love you…

Forever… Don't look! WAIT PLEASE DON'T HURT HIM!

It was the voice. The woman's voice was coming from the mirror. The closer he got the more he could make out an image. It was a shadow silhouetted figure that looked female. Standing directly opposite from it Peter watched as it copied his moments. It had no face, or any detail besides being completely blank. As he tilted his head so did the shadow. Shakily Peter lifted a hand and was shocked when his other reflected selves appeared behind the shadow. Still apprehensive Peter let his hand hover a few centimetres away from the mirror glass.

What can we do….. Make them Forget… Talia are you sure… Yes…

The shadow was emitting voices he recognised some he didn't. Peter and his wolf were both feeling the trepidation.

'What are you…?'

The shadow moved closer and its hand fazed through the glass mirror and cupped his face. Peter felt a sense of familiarity, a sense of comfort, a sense of sorrow at the touch. He didn't move, didn't feel the need to. He remained as he was, letting the shadow caress his cheek.

PETER! Pete-…Listen to me Pete. You find me. Okay you find me and you find our child. PROTECT the pups… Iloveyou… PEEETEEER NO!

'Wha-what…'

The shadow cupped his face with both its hands. It pulled him closer with only a few millimetres of space between the two of them.

Wake up Pete…. Remember me…. Wake up!

Jeff hummed softly to himself as he covered Araiya's sleeping form with a blanket. The poor girl had been driving herself crazy since her dinner with the Stilinski's. She had told him of what she had learned. Informed him about the girlfriend of the sheriff's son, how the teenage girl was without a doubt Peter Hale's daughter. At the time Jeff hadn't believed the young Black. He thought that maybe Araiya was simply seeing things or that her senses were going wonky due to all the stress she's been feeling.

He admitted he was wrong the further in he worked on Malia Tate's case. At first glance at the girl's photo beside her school admittance file, Jeff didn't really see any resemblance to Peter Hale. Nothing seemed to indicate that the unconscious man had sired the girl. The girl was 17, if that was the case then Peter would have had to been young himself when she was born. It was only when Araiya began to point out certain things that convinced him.

The blue shade of the girl's eyes being identical to Peter was the only physical duplication of Peter. No one else in Beacon Hills had such an eye colour. It was one of the reasons Peter had been such a hotshot in school, if Jeff's memory served him right. Araiya basically interrogated Jeff on what Peter had been like 17 years ago, questioned him on when it was Peter started being a regular at the station. Jeff pulled up all the files he could on the Tate's, the Hale's and the happenings from 17 years back. They discovered that the girl was adopted by the Tate family although it was kept very hushed. The papers had been put in the archives but not officially. It was annoying to note because it was proof that someone had abused their position. Araiya was quick to blame Talia as culprit considering the women had been a lawyer who at the time had been in high demand. ALMOST as good as Jeff himself. It was suspicious that there were no documentation of the birth of Malia Hale being born in hospital, also the girl had never been admitted to Beacon Hills for any of her shots before she had gone missing.

"Mmh.." Mumbled Araiya as she slept.

Jeff stared at his charge with exasperated eyes. She had finally shut down after almost 12 hours of no sleep. The girl had spent the last two days either holed up in Augusta's office researching and sorting through files. She had taken over the kitchen baking and cooking up a storm. It was safe to say that Jeff and the Stilinski household will not be starving any time soon judging by how much food there was in the fridge. Araiya only left the Mansion for two things, to check on the progress of Eichen House and its' workers and to visit the Sheriff, his son and his son's girlfriend. Jeff would have complained and scolded the girl for her limited interactions with the people of Beacon Hills but he didn't. He understood why she didn't want to leave the Mansion for long and why she had been cooking so much. The girl was waiting for Peter to wake up he was due to sometime soon and she wanted to be there when he was.

The girl was slumped forward in her seat beside the unconscious man, her arms cradling her head as she slumbered, her hand loosely gripping Peter's. Jeff had not once seen her let go of the man's hand whenever she watched and waited at his bedside. Sometimes when he walked past the room he would hear her talking to the wolf. Most often she was telling him about her day, her thoughts. Then sometimes she would be taunting the wolf, insulting him harshly whispering for him to wake up so she could kick his ass. Jeff had never understood the pair's friendship not even back when Augusta would try and explain it to him. The two always did seem like a dysfunctional pair yet at the same time Jeff couldn't recall a friendship that was as strong as theirs. 2005 marked one of the most major accidents Beacon Hills ever had. The Hale house fire which ended the lives of the entire family leaving only three survivors. Peter was in a coma and the other two had left town opting for a new start. It was also the same year that marked the end of the well-known troublemaking duo Peter and Araiya.

Jeff had been here at the Mansion that day. The day Araiya limped into the place looking as if she had gotten ambushed by an entire army of gangsters. Jeff remembered his horrified gasp at the sight of the girl he couldn't forget the way she looked. Her clothes were tattered and ripped stained with blood, her blood. She had cuts and scratches so deep that they were still dripping blood onto the floor. Her face was dirtied, muddy from outside and her shoulder looked torn apart, like it was missing flesh. He had rushed to her side tried to help her, asking questions. Araiya had just pushed him away walked towards Augusta who watched her grandniece with sadness. Augusta gathered the young girl into her arms and held her as Araiya had sobbed into her embrace. Jeff didn't understand at the time why nobody else had seemed as panicked as he. He had thought that a new supernatural enemy had attacked the girl because she had been in contact with Ricardo. Ricardo Black was the head of the Black family and had called Araiya into attendance. Jeff didn't know just what was happening with the Black Family at the time but he knew it was important. Augusta had told him about the change in leadership, of the change in who was in charge. He had been surprised that Ricardo was calling in a gathering but he knew it had upset Araiya. The girl was ordered to move, ordered to leave Beacon Hills and the life she had settled into.

Later when Augusta had put to rest her upset grandniece, she had then sat Jeff down and admitted her worries. She told Jeff about how Araiya had left to talk to Peter, to say goodbye. Explained to Jeff the origins of Araiya's beast and her abilities and the danger of being what she was and the danger of her abilities. When Jeff was told of Peter's reaction to the news and his actions towards Araiya he was horrified. He had known that the Hale's were a pack of werewolves, it was part of his job as an assistant to a Keeper.

*Flashback*

"You cannot blame Peter, Jeff. Despite what he has done the boy is damaged from what I do not know. It is best that we let Araiya and he's relationship end as it has rather than inflict more harm on him."

"He believes she is dead Augusta! That he has killed her! What do you think will happen when he realises nobody has reported her supposed missing body!?"

"We will tell the sheriff tomorrow that Araiya had left today. She can take leave when she has healed, although the link between Peter and Araiya has been damaged it still exists. Believe me when I say this Jeff… There is nothing we can do"

*Flashback end*

"Jeff?" A groggy voice spoke out.

Jeff pulled himself out of his thoughts when he heard his name. He had accidently awoken Araiya when he was putting the blanket over her form. Giving the groggy girl a smile Jeff hushed her and urged her to go back to sleep.

"It's a bit too late for that now." Araiya grumbled as she stretched and yawned.

Sensing that she was indeed awake Jeff resigned himself into sitting beside the girl. In silence they stared at the unconscious wolf on the bed. They could see movement beneath his lids, and the twitching of his fingers on occasion. It's what gave them hope, what assured them that Peter would awaken soon. Araiya had gone back to see Valack and get as much information on what Peter was going through. Valack had told her that the fact that Peter was able to even twitch his fingers was the greatest sign they had that he was recovering. Valack had forced Peter to enter his mind, to face and discover himself and find who he was. Peter had to want to fix his mind in order to wake up. Whatever it was he would face will depend on him.

"How will I do, Jeff? How am I going to fix this?" Araiya asked as she once more traced patterns into the flesh of Peter's hand.

"Aunt Augusta would know what to do, any other Black would. I'm not supposed to be a Keeper you know."

Jeff looked at the young women who was expressing her doubt. The girl for all she seemed was just as much broken as the man in the bed. Jeff had known that the moment she had left Beacon Hills. He didn't know how to assure Araiya that she could overcome what obstacles she was facing. She wouldn't believe him even if he tried.

"It doesn't matter that you weren't meant to be a Keeper. All Beacon Hills needs is a Black, and from what I know, you are a Black and more…." Jeff patted the girls hand reassuringly and offered her a supported smile.

"Jeff… Have I ever told you that you're my Alfred? You're the best Alfred a Bruce Wayne like me could ever have" Araiya teased giving Jeff a sincere smile. Jeff leaned back and gave her a mocking affronted look.

"For goodness sake Araiya I'm a high profile Lawyer and Assistant to a Keeper. I'm in no way a Butler"

Araiya let out a laugh before she suddenly stiffened and quickly turned back all her attention to Peter.

"Wake up Petey" she murmured as she gripped the hand in her hold tightly.

Jeff watched with bated anticipation at the man's still form. For a moment Peter seemed to have stopped breathing and there was no moment at all from his form. Nothing at all indicated that he was alive. Jeff feared for a moment that they had lost the poor man, his mind raced at just how he was going to control the outcome. Had all their work been for naught?

Not once did Araiya loosen her grip or let her eyes leave Peter's form. This was the moment Valack had warned her about. The moment where Peter will have to choose. Peter had to choose if he wanted to live or would he rather give in. Would Peter be able to overcome the monsters he faced within his mind? Araiya wasn't just holding Peter's hand to show comfort, she did it so she didn't lose hope. To remind her what her link to Beacon Hills use to be, what it was now. She did it because Peter was a member of her pack even if he didn't know it.

*GASP*

Peter opened his eyes and jerked to sit up right. The pressure he felt on his hand left and instead there was the feeling of hands on his chest trying to force him back down. Another pair of hands on his legs to stop them from flailing everywhere. It all sounded a bit muted like he was rising from the deepest depths of the ocean. He could feel himself heaving desperate for air and he felt blinded by the lights in the room.

"Peter sh calm down. Your safe now shh calm down. You did it Petey… You did it rest"

Peter's wide eyes cleared from the blurriness he was experiencing and he looked at who was trying to placate him. It was a girl, a girl who looked to be in her twenties. Her eyes were twinkling with what looked like held back tears. Her lips were tugged into a relieved smile and he could hear what sounded like a quiver in her tone. She sounded like she was holding back tears, like she was struggling not to sob right before him. Why would she want to cry for him? Who was she?

"Rest now lad. Your fight is over for tonight"

There was an old man there as well. He stood behind the young girl and looked at him with the same amount of relief. He didn't look like he was on the brink of tears like the women, instead he looked as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Peter wanted to demand answers, wanted to shout out at them. Ask who they were and how they knew him, but he couldn't because he was so tired. He felt so weak, so deprived of energy. He felt fingers carding themselves through his hair and massaging his head. It was soothing him, comforting him, easing him into sleep.

"Sleep now Petey. I'll kick your ass in the morning." The girl whispered with fondness.

As Peter drifted into a much needed dreamless sleep, his wolf purred at the feel of the fingers continuing its massage. He didn't know who the girl was but she soothed them, reminded them of home, of pack.

"Welcome back Petey….. I'm glad you stayed" Araiya whispered as she cried by Peter's bedside.

Jeff slowly backed his way out of the room deciding to let the pair have their moment. Before closing the door he took one last look at Araiya and the man who had saved her. She was crying softly to herself at the release of fear and stress she had locked away. No doubt all of her own emotions she had been doing her best to suppress were running loose on her. The girl was revelling in the feeling of the link that no doubt was healing. She was gaining back one of the things she had believed she had lost. As Jeff shut the door softly he smiled, this was something Araiya needed. He was glad that among all the chaos going on in Beacon Hills since she had returned, she had found salvation.

Peter was finally awake.

There you have it. Peter is finally awake. This chapter wasn't as long as the last one but to be completely honest with you I just write out the plotted scenes and where it ends, it ends. I don't actually try to write long chapters so some of them will be slightly shorter than the others. This chapter was actually faster to write than I anticipated so it was good for both you readers and myself. You see currently all my teachers decided to chuck my assignments at my face and make them due around the same time. Sucky I know but I wasn't gonna let that stop me from trying to update this story every week :D

So tell me what you think, how you felt! I personally really felt for Peter in this chapter and loved the walk through his mind bit. I let my sister read that first part and she claimed to have fallen in love with Peter. She doesn't watch the show but she's a total Peter fan. Whoops haha.

Anyway I'm very eager to read your reviews, opinions and thoughts. I would love to get feedback.

With that being said Thank you to all of you people who have followed and Faved this story.

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