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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 10:

He wasn't entirely sure what to expect when she arrived back from her 'epic battle' as she called it, but he certainly wasn't prepared to watch her limp through the living room, almost dragging her right leg behind her. There was an odd look on her face and he followed her arm down to catch a glimpse of her hand resting above her right hip, which was very clearly disfigured.

Peter tilted his head and tried to catch her gaze but she didn't notice, she was too focused on the bedroom. Her hair was an absolute mess; tangled and dirty like nothing he had ever seen before. Her entire body looked worn, the unhealed scrapes and bruises littering her face, the deeply coloured abrasions on the bare skin of her arms, if he wasn't mistaken, there were even a set of claw marks which had pierced the skin of her collarbone.

"How was the pre-emptive strike?" He asked, not knowing whether to tease her for clearly losing or to make sure she was alright, which would mean he'd have to admit he cared for her out loud.

"Shut it." She barked back and winced, the strain of using her voice deemed too painful for her battered body.

"Any casualties I should know about?"

"Other than my dignity..." She muttered, trying her best to ignore him but still maintaining a deathly slow pace, limping her way towards the bedroom.

"Might I just say-"

"No, no words from you. I'm not in the mood for your asshole remarks okay, I'm pretty sure my hipbone is broken, in more than one place no less, and I feel like I could just lay down and sleep for a year, so no, you can keep your mouth shut this one time."

He raised his brow at her outburst and dropped any desire to play the part of instigator. She was clearly in pain, broken bones and battered body parts no doubt. He simply watched as she slowly, painfully, made her way into the bedroom. He let out a frustrated growl at the small thud from her collapsing onto the mattress.

Giving in to his gut instinct, Peter wandered into the kitchen, grabbing hold of the freezer door before pulling it open. His eyes searched the contents for the icepack and when he laid his gaze on the frozen pack, he extended his hand out and grabbed it. Slamming the freezer shut behind him, he left the kitchen and made his way towards the bedroom, stopping in the doorframe to just look at the girl lying there motionless.

Her hair had been somewhat managed now, most likely brushed and no longer a tangled mess. She was lying on her left side, her right hip sticking up into the air. In the time he had been in the kitchen, she had managed to free her bottom half of her pants and was on the bed in her t-shirt and underwear, a view Peter would normally take more time appreciating if it weren't for the incredibly nasty bruise on her right hip where the bone was trying to protrude through her skin.

Stepping in and gently setting the icepack on her swollen hip, he remained silent, not wanting her to use any strength she had left to berate him. Her whole body tensed at the contact of the freezing cold mass but just as quickly as she had tensed, he watched her body relax into the covers, letting out a small sigh.

Turning her head, she met his curious gaze and shifted slightly, making it the tiniest bit easier for her to continue looking at him. He cautiously sat down on the edge of the bed next to her thighs and reached his hand out, resting his palm just below her hip.

"You follow Derek as though he's still your alpha." Peter stated, an almost sad tone to his voice.

"He is, well, was, no he is my best friend." She said back, her voice ever so soft.

"Was?"

"Ennis and him were fighting, next thing I know Scott's screaming and Derek's falling down into a giant hole."

"You don't believe he's dead, do you?"

"I don't know. Honestly, part of me hopes he's strong enough to handle a massive fall like the one he took tonight but then the other part of me is just wondering what's going to happen to his pack if he really is dead."

"They'd need an alpha, or at the very least, someone to lead them."

"I know."

"Do you believe you could handle that responsibility?"

"I don't know if I want to. They wouldn't be my pack, they'd just be random betas who call me their leader because they don't have one anymore." She winced at her own words, not liking the direction of the conversation.

Sure she knew she could be a leader, she could take care of a pack of teenagers. She always did like Cora when she was younger, not so much now but that could change. Isaac was nothing short of a sweetheart. Boyd seemed to be able to handle himself but they were Derek's wolves, Derek's pack and she knew they'd never be able to look at her the same way they had looked at Derek.

"He made his choice, sacrificing himself for them."

"You and I both know how competent he is though right? I just wanted a chance to prove to him that I can be a beta worth having in his pack, not that weak little girl he sees me as."

"And how did that go?"

"Yeah not good, besides the fact that Derek may or may not be dead, we got absolutely annihilated."

"I can imagine."

"Before he went over the ledge, Ennis had me pinned to the ground. He stomped on my hip, god I heard it cracking, could feel it shattering, yet there was no hesitation from Derek. He tried to get to me."

"It's not your fault."

"People keep saying that, they do but you know, when it all boils down to it, I'm the only one to blame. I mean for fucks sake, my parents were slaughtered by hunters, slaughtered Peter, and it was all because I didn't want to leave until I said goodbye to Derek. That's my fault. Derek going after Ennis, that wouldn't have happened if I was a better wolf, if I could have protected myself."

"He was the one who led you to battle."

"So?"

"If you weren't there, maybe he would have lost even more."

Sydney sighed, knowing that Peter had a point. She was an extra body on Derek's team, a very able body. She had landed her fair share of decent hits, even prolonging the attack on Cora by going toe to toe with Ennis. Maybe if she didn't show up at all, they all would have been slaughtered and not just Derek, who she still refused to believe was dead.

"I'm tired of feeling useless." She whispered, wincing as she moved her right leg a little bit, trying to get more comfortable on the bed.

"Sydney, I think there's something you need to know."

"Oh fuck me." She muttered, knowing whatever he had to say surely wasn't going to be good, not with the serious tone he was using.

He motioned for her to sit up a little bit and she held back a yelp as she scooted her butt up the bed, forcing her shoulders and back to lift away from the mattress. His hand moved from below her hip and grabbed her forearm, letting her pull her body up with his help.

She leaned slightly to the left, moving her arm in the same direction, trying to get him to shift on the bed too. He lifted himself away from the covers and Sydney's free hand pushed against his thigh, forcing his body against her right side, his thigh acting as a resting place for the back of her hip. With the slightest bit of pressure relieved in her new position, she twisted her upper body back to face him.

"I've been debating whether or not you should know-"

"If you're going to kick me out, please, for the love of god, wait until tomorrow?"

"What, no, that has nothing to do with, well, this."

Sydney met his gaze, watching as he shut his eyes, holding them that way for a few seconds before opening them once again. She leaned towards him, confused yet amazed at the colour of his irises. When her hand reached forward, her fingertips grazing his cheek, he flinched at the touch, blinking away the fiery red that had been in his eyes just seconds ago.

"You're an alpha?" She breathed out, pulling her hand back as though it had been burnt by the contact.

"Yes."

"How?"

"I've always been an alpha, it just so happens that when my dear nephew killed me, my alpha status went into a sort of state of hibernation if you will."

"So this entire time, while you tried to convince me that we were going to get you to kill one of Deucalion's pack, you were already an alpha?"

"For all intents and purposes-"

"You've been hiding the fact that you're already an alpha, from me, the only ally you have at this point?" Her voice was starting to get stronger, the anger growing the more she let his confession sink in.

The anger flooded her body and she fought off the urge to punch him right there. She could feel her hands slowly starting to shake out of pure fury, the desire to hurt him growing too.

If he were already an alpha, why wouldn't he have just told her? The plan had been to get his alpha status back; she'd simply be his beta until another opportunity for her to become an alpha arose.

"When you put it that way-"

"Stop talking, just stop talking! God I told you that I loved you and you couldn't even tell me that you're a fucking alpha? What kind of a person are you, no, don't answer that, I should have known better. No wonder no one trusts you, god, you suck! A lot!"

"To be fair, I don't trust anyone either."

"You don't trust anyone, for fucks sake you asshole, you've been fucking me every night for weeks and you don't trust me? I sleep next to you, I trust you enough not to kill me while I'm in my most vulnerable state and you don't feel the same?"

"Sydney, that's not what I meant."

"I told you that I loved you, dear god, am I just part of your stupid plan? Do you feel anything for me?"

"I enjoy your company."

"Just get out." She ground out.

"You're kicking me out of my own bedroom?"

"Damn right, now get the fuck out!"

He wasn't giving in to her, not the way she expected anyways. He simply didn't want her to hurt herself anymore. Slowly making his way to his feet, his body moving away from hers, he straightened up and turned his back to her. She glared at him, letting out a whimper now as she moved back down into a laying position, adjusting the placement of the icepack.

When the bedroom door shut, leaving her all alone in the dimly lit bedroom, she buried her face into the pillow and fought back the tears welling up in her eyes. She wasn't going to cry, not for Derek, not for Peter, not for the man who held her heart in his hands and refused to take care of it. No, she was going to be strong, she'd prove to them all that she could do this, she could make it on her own.

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It wasn't hard for her to track the scent of Ennis to the vet's office; it wasn't hard for her to sneak into said vet's office. The only hard part in her plan was getting Deucalion alone, away from the other alphas who could potentially end her life without breaking a sweat.

She ducked into the shadows, watching the vet look over the sliced up body of Ennis. She knew that Deaton was aware of her presence; there was a sort of understanding between them. She wasn't going to hurt him, if he didn't hurt her, not that he had much leverage, she was a werewolf and as far as she knew, he was a human. So she hid in the shadows, slinking around the office to avoid confrontation with the alphas, the ones who weren't gravely injured.

Her gaze caught sight of the nasty wounds on the fallen man's body, Deucalion talking to the vet about what was going on. She knew he would most likely live, if he hadn't died already, there wasn't much of a chance of him dying now, his wounds would only get better.

As soon as Kali and one of the twins waltzed out of the room containing the motionless body of Ennis, Sydney made her presence known, clearing her throat and catching Deucalion slightly off guard.

"Charmed to have you here. Is your presence meant to frighten me dear beta?" He grumbled, his body turning to face where the noise had come from.

"I'm here to make you an offer." She replied, her voice solid and confident, quite the opposite of how she was really feeling. Her insides were twisted with nerves, her heart pounding so hard she swore she could feel it against her ribcage, yet she stood her ground, hoping he'd at least hear her out.

"What could you possibly offer me that I couldn't get on my own?"

"Scott McCall."

"Why would you think I'd be interested in the McCall boy?"

"Come on, town full of werewolves, all of whom are interested in the McCall boy and you're going to stand there and tell me that you're the one person who's not?" With every word erupting from her mouth, her confidence grew the slightest bit.

"You're a curious little beta aren't you?"

"Well, you and I both know you're going to finish dear Ennis here off no matter what, why not let me do it instead and I'll give you any information on dear little Scott that you could possibly want, not to mention the inside information I have on the Hale pack."

Deucalion's fingers gripped his white cane loosely, the tip hanging above the floor. She knew it doubled as a weapon and she knew what he was capable of. Sure he was blind, but he wasn't stupid.

"If you stay out of my way-"

"I will lay out the red carpet and stand off to the side bowing if you want."

"Dear girl, you're offer seems almost too good to refuse."

"Well I wouldn't want your royal hands to get dirty either." She smirked, knowing that he couldn't necessarily see it but the devious tone in her voice wouldn't go unnoticed by the blind man in front of her.

"Perhaps you'd make a decent ally after all." He smirked back at her, his tone equally as devious.

"So we have a deal then?"

"Well I certainly don't want to get my hands dirty." He echoed her words from seconds before.

Sydney let out a maniacal laugh at his words and stepped closer to the limp body on the vet's table in front of her. She glanced down at the face of the man she was about to kill, his body motionless atop a giant silver table. Slowly but surely, she reached her hands out and pressed her fingertips against either side of the man's head. Her eyes darted over to Deucalion once more, making sure he wasn't going to try anything while she wasn't looking. Satisfied at his assertive, unmoving stance, Sydney forced her claws out and started digging them into the sides of Ennis' head.

Seconds later, at the sound of his skull cracking, she gasped at the feeling taking over her body. Catching the smirk on Deucalion's face, she knew he wasn't going to kill her, not in that moment, probably not at all, as long as she stayed out of his way.

Striding out of the vet's back door, she felt a certain air of confidence, her walk more confident, her body feeling stronger. Now all she had to do was figure out what to do about Peter and his confession from the night before.

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She had been alone in the apartment for a good hour before the sound of the front door broke her out of her daydreaming. She was laying on the bed, debating how to approach Peter about his secret alpha status and so far she couldn't really come up with a solution. Her entire body felt light, as if she were floating. She was simply in too good of a mood now to fight anymore.

She rolled off the bed and lifted her shirt up, tying a knot so that it was bunched around her breasts, showing off most of her torso before waltzing out into the kitchen, glancing at Peter as he sat at the island, once again with his nose in some old mythology book. She pursed her lips in debate but moved to stand a few feet away from him anyways. There was no sense putting it off any more, she could feel it and she hoped that he could see it.

He slowly lifted his eyes away from the yellowing pages of the book and cocked his head. Her t-shirt was lifted up to just under her breasts and tied at the side under her arm. Her short shorts sat lower on her hips than normal, she was definitely up to something. She didn't have to entice him any more, so why was she now standing in his kitchen looking at him with her midsection bare and that familiar mischievous look in her eyes?

"Do I look different?" She asked, running her hands down her sides, even turning her upper body so that he could take in the sight of her, letting him decide if she did in fact look any different.

She had felt the new power flow through her veins once the last ounce of life had weaseled it's way out of the other man's body. Her muscles grew tighter, she felt the extra energy surge through her body, her skin growing thicker, her eyes getting sharper, her sense of smell was more overpowering, even her mouth changed. She had snatched a snack out of the kitchen once she got home and was enveloped in the intensity of the familiar flavours. It was astounding really, but now she was wondering if other people would be able to see her, really see her as an alpha.

"Why would you look different?" He asked, a confused tone to his normally smooth voice.

She turned all the way around, her back to him as she looked over her shoulder at him. His perplexed expression made her smirk, he had no idea what she had been up to during the day, not a single clue.

"Like bigger or stronger."

"Bigger?" His eyes narrowed at her, wondering what exactly she was trying to get at. Why would she be asking if she looked bigger, unless, the odd behaviour, her body looking bigger- "Sydney, what are you saying?"

"I don't know, I just figured it'd feel different, that it would be different. I've never experienced-"

"Experienced what exactly?" He was growing impatient. Was this the moment she announced that he was going to be a father? Silently praying the young woman was anything but pregnant, he set his book down, leaving it open on the counter top in front of him as he rose to his feet.

"Alpha status." She answered, stepping back around in a circle to face him, his features instantly relaxing at her admission before he let the weight of her words sink in, almost registering the same amount of shock value.

"Alpha status?"

"Yeah, what did you think I was talking about?"

He looked at her flawless skin, his eyes grazing over her torso before moving back up to meet her eyes, which were now a bold, fiery red. She didn't in fact look any 'bigger' but she had a certain air about her. She stood taller, walked with more confidence and looked at him with such ferocity in her eyes that he knew she was a natural born leader. Sydney smirked at him but his voice faltered as he went to answer.

"Alpha status."

"Yeah right. You're really stupid when it comes to women, especially if you thought that I was pregnant." She continued to smirk at him, knowing all too well what the look in his eyes had meant. He was terrified; any sane man would be if they were in his hypothetical situation.

"Well I-"

"Well you what? You come off as this cunning, manipulative person, don't get me wrong, I love that about you, but why, okay think about this really hard for a second, why would I go and get myself pregnant when I've already told you that I didn't want kids? Also, let's just bring up the fact that we're essentially trying to take over the world, babies would get in the way of that."

"Sydney you're absolutely infuriating."

"I know and you're still an idiot, now, ask me about my alpha status." She beamed at him, the scowl on his face disappearing, slowly being replaced by a curious gaze.

Suddenly her disappearance didn't seem so random and the immense battle the night before made sense. She had received the phone call, ignored Peter's protests of her going to fight alongside Derek and headed out, returning hours later, early in the night, scraped and bruised and bloody, her head hung low. She hardly said a single word to him when she first walked into the apartment; instead she dragged herself into the bedroom and tried to sleep off the pain of her broken hip.

"Did you manage to kill yourself an alpha last night after all?" He hadn't exactly gotten too deep into the details of the battle and she hadn't given up much more than the possibility that Derek was dead, at the very least very badly wounded.

"Not exactly."

His mind flashed to the day he had spent with his niece, searching for answers about whether or not Derek made it through the night. There was no trace of either body at the scene of the battle. Was Sydney somehow responsible for the disappearance of his body? Or Ennis'? Had either of them been alive at the end of the night? Had she finished him off? Derek, the man who had once been her best friend, could she have taken his life and ultimately his alpha powers?

"Did you hunt down my family? Did you kill my nephew?" He stood up so fast that the stool fell to the ground. His hands balled into fists, ready to attack her. After admitting he had always been the alpha, he saw how hurt she was, how angry his secret had made her. Would she exact revenge on him by taking out her anger on his nephew? Derek was part of the plan still but more importantly; he was part of Peter's family.

"Wait, hold up." She raised her hands into the air in a defensive position, cautious now of any move she made, he was clearly furious. She knew better than that though. "I didn't kill Derek, I don't actually know what happened to him after he fell, but I swear I didn't do anything to him."

She watched as his shoulders relaxed at her admittance, his fists uncurling. Sydney subdued the colour of her eyes and now looked back at him with her usual brown orbs.

"Then how are you an alpha?"

"I made a deal with the demon wolf himself." She answered, straightening up, confidence exuding from her stance.

"Deucalion? Really?"

"It was easy. I mean Derek practically took out one of Deucalion's pack members anyway, left him to die so I tracked them after they came to retrieve the poor sap's body. I snuck into the vet's office when no one was looking and offered the man a trade."

"So all the while I was out looking for Derek, you were making deals with the devil?"

"When the devil gives you what you want, it's easy to overlook the horns." She nodded confidently.

"And he did, give it to you I mean?"

"Look at me Peter, of course he did." She waved a hand in front of her, making him look at her lithe little body.

"I never grow tired of your modesty." He drawled sarcastically. "What did you offer him?"

"I offered him Scott."

"And he gave you-"

"Ennis, on a big silver tray."

He was rather impressed at her actions, heading out to offer a potential ally a deal, solidifying her position as an alpha. There was no doubt in his mind that she was a decent addition to his life, to his plan, and the more time he spent with her, the more he was learning that she was anything but weak. Derek had been wrong and it had cost him the most valuable pack member Peter had ever laid eyes on.

His eyes remained glued to her as he relaxed, sitting back on the stool after picking it up and shifting his hands as he gripped the cover of the book. Sydney kept her eyes locked on him, watching as he examined her carefully. She sucked in a breath as his eyes lingered on her toned abdomen and she found herself fighting off the urge to pull down her shirt. Trying to convince herself that she loved the attention, she let out a sigh and planted her hands on her hips.

"You're kind of weirding me out now, I mean you're constantly still staring at me, like all the time." Sydney stated, facing him directly as she remained where she stood, on the other side of the island from him.

"You are perfection." He purred, gingerly shutting the book in front of him, completely giving up reading any more of it.

"That's a joke right." She laughed at him, a giant smile playing on her lips now. "I'm completely riddled with flaws. My nose moves too much when I talk, my chin sticks out farther than my face by a lot, my eyes are slightly uneven, pretty sure one of my boobs is bigger than the other, my calves are kind of skinny and my second toe is slightly longer than my big toe."

"You were merely supposed to agree." He dropped his gaze away from her, frustrated at the amount of words that had come out of her mouth. All he had done was pay her a compliment, letting her know exactly what he thought of her.

"Yeah well, that ain't happening, in fact, I'm going to keep going. My hips are too wide, I swear like a fucking sailor, sometimes I zone out, I make really stupid faces when I'm concentrating really hard, I barely graduated high school, my hair is never the way I want it to look, oh my middle finger is slightly crocked, I'm pretty sure I have a defective orbital bone, my wrists crack when I roll them-"

"You've made your point." He growled, shaking his head at her sass.

"Really, because I can probably go all night long." She chuckled, catching his attention once more before turning around, her back to him now. She leaned against the edge of the counter, lifting herself up so she stood on the balls of her feet, the muscles in her legs straining slightly.

"Was that really an appropriate phrase?"

"Phrase, you can put it down as a fact Peter. I can totally go all night long."

"I don't doubt it."

"And I'm not talking about listing all my flaws anymore either."

"I'm very aware of that."

"Good, so we're on the same page then?" She turned her head and looked over her shoulder at him.

"I think so."

"Cool, so we're going to go to bed and you're going to prove to me that one of my boobs in, in fact, bigger than the other, right?"

"Among other things."

She couldn't help the mischievous expression from taking over on her face. Her eyebrows narrowed and the biggest, most devious grin she could muster took over her mouth.

"So, if you're an alpha, and I'm an alpha now, does that mean that the sex is better too, seeing as everything else is?"

"Certain sensations are heightened, yes."

With a low hum in her throat, Sydney reached her hands to the hem of her shirt and loosened the knot, letting out a small shiver as the material brushed against her skin. She spun on her heel, locked her eyes on his and pulled the shirt over her head, taking her bottom lip in between her teeth.

Her long, toned legs moved swiftly as she sashayed out of the kitchen, his eyes following her the entire way. Peter hesitated on the stool, holding back, taking in the view of her and her 'flaw-riddled' body. He didn't see anything wrong with her, not a single thing at all. She stopped walking just outside the bedroom door, twisting around to see where he was. Sydney had completely expected him to be right behind her, but his lack of footsteps was a dead giveaway that he wasn't following her.

"I don't really know how you think sex works but I generally like to have a partner when I do it." She teased.

That was all it took. Without any more sense of hesitation, Peter lifted himself off the stool and wandered towards her, slipping his arm around her waist as he closed the gap between them. She reciprocated the action, her arms snaking around his neck, tugging him closer, and pressing her body against his.

She felt her stomach twist in anticipation, hoping that he was right about her sensations being heightened. When he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers, she felt her whole body shiver, his fingertips running up her spine now too. Shutting her brain off for the night, Sydney moved her body into the bedroom, taking him with her. When the back of her legs met the end of the bed, she collapsed backwards, Peter landing on top of her, his lips never leaving hers. It was time to prove she could, like she said, go all night long.

So, alphas...what do you think about that?