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AN: I apologise for any spelling or grammatical mistakes in advance.

Jackson really does have a problem with Peter, who is plagued by nightmares and confusion again. Hope you enjoy this chapter, and think next update will be next weekend maybe.

Reviews are greatly appreciated.

A Nightmare Shared:

Lydia looked down at the man tossing and turning on the bed, she could hear muted whines and moans coming from him.

Pain flared over his body, he could not move locked within his ruined frame, his tortured mind replayed the deaths of his pack over and over, the smell of the burning flesh making him want to gag, he could hear the screams of his wife and children, his alpha and the other members of his family his pack succumbing to the ferocious fire, leaving him behind not gaining the release that death would have provided.

"Please don't leave me behind." Lydia felt tears fill her eyes at the whimpered words, she gently curled around the distressed former alpha, as he was curled into the smallest ball he could, and Lydia began to softly stroke his head murmuring words of comfort to the werewolf trapped with the horrifying nightmare that was the Hale fire.

Peter felt a soothing touch, he focused on the reassuring steady heartbeat, he moved so that he could snuffle against the long elegant throat, he allowed the familiar smell to sooth him.

Lydia tried not to squirm as Peter burrowed closer, she kept up the rhythm of her strokes through his thick dark hair, she was relieved when he stopped shaking and began to relax against her.

"What the hell Lydia?" Jackson could not believe his eyes; his girlfriend was cuddling with the man who had almost made her lose her mind.

Peter startled he scrambled to get away from the angry loud voice, he could hear another wolf growling, he could not see but he could use his other senses to protect himself and the female near him.

Jackson wolfed out as he glared and growled at the scene in front of him, he could tell tat Lydia was not impressed as she glared back him. Peter was now facing him and growling back, Jackson was getting angrier as he noted that Lydia was rubbing her hand up and down Peter's back.

"Get away from her." Jackson snarled, his claws where fully extended and he wanted so badly to rip into the wounded older man.

Peter snarled, he had to protect the female who had comforted him, he wondered why his brain felt slow and unwieldy, he tried not to panic as he found that he could not see, his eyes felt like they where burning and his eyeballs felt like they where to big for his sockets, his head throbbed in time with his heartbeat, his face felt like it was burning and trying to shift was causing his stomach to roil and he fought not to vomit, he managed to force his claws out so tat he had some weapon to defend himself.

"Jackson stop it." Lydia snapped she was getting tired of him thinking that she was weak and defenceless, she continued to try and calm the agitated former alpha down, and if he fought with Jackson then it was likely that he would get hurt. Lydia wondered where Derek was she could not understand why the Alpha had not interfered.

"Stop touching him." Jackson spat back, he did not understand how nobody else seemed to find it wrong that Peter was being treated with such kindness the man had murdered lots of people, and he had bitten Scott and tried to kill Lydia.

"Great what are you doing now Jackson?" Stiles moved around the wolfed out lacrosse captain, he could hear Peter growling and see that he was partially shifted. "Are you alright Lydia?"

"I'm fine." Lydia haughtily declared. "I will be even happier once Jackson calms down."

"Jackson get out, Lydia is fine and you're upsetting Peter." Stiles moved to the other side of the growling older man.

Jackson could only watch in stunned amazement as Stiles gently grabbed Peter's chin turning his head so that he was facing the hyperactive teen, who began quietly speaking to the injured wolf completely ignoring the growling the man was doing.

"It's ok Peter, see Jackson is going to leave the room, and then you can relax." Stiles hoped that Derek returned from his patrol soon, he could see Isaac stood in the doorway the lanky werewolf would enter if help was needed. "No more growling needed creeper wolf, there is no threat here."

"Stiles?" Peter sounded confused, the last thing he clearly remembered was eating a sandwich with Derek and then curling up with the pack. "Lydia?"

Lydia heard the question in the low voice; she removed her hand from the broad back, his head turned towards her.

"Why?" Stiles decided then and there that he did not like Peter like this the normally sharp witted man now just sounded lost and confused, his head was tilted like he was listening for Lydia's response.

"You need to rest Peter." Lydia ignored the still scowling Jackson and the watching Isaac, she and Stiles managed to get the wounded man lying down again.

"Where's Derek?" Peter could tell his nephew was missing from the house, he could not her Scott or Boyd or Erica either.

"Sourwolf will be back soon, so relax and enjoy my titillating company." Stiles smiled at the man and then shook his head; he had forgotten that the other man could not see him.

Lydia moved off the bed, she stalked towards her boyfriend pulling from the room she pushed him towards what they had claimed as their room slamming the door shut behind her she rounded on the scowling boy.

"Peter is part of the pack and you need to accept that." Lydia voice was low and even, but Jackson could see the fire flashing in her eyes.

"He's a psycho who we should have put down like the rabid dog that he is." Jackson snarled back, why could Lydia not see what Peter was, the man had used her to resurrect himself, those where not the actions of a sane man. "I thought you would want him dead."

"Oh Jackson."