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AN: I apologise for any spelling or grammatical mistakes in advance, I know that I get were and where confused sometimes and the spell checker thing does not pick it up sometimes, so I once again apologise but it's just something I correct when I catch it happening but some do slip through.
Derek and Peter are still with their dead family, the pack tries to stay positive. .
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A Nightmare Shared:
"So will he wake up or what?" Jackson asked as Deaton moved back to the injured Derek.
"I don't know." Deaton was slightly confused if Derek had healed Peter the former Alpha should be awake and completely fine, but instead the werewolf was unresponsive.
"Derek's not going to die is he?" Isaac did not know what he would do if his Alpha died, Derek had taken him in and provide him with the love and support he needed to thrive.
Boyd placed a large hand on his pack mates shoulder, he offered the other teenage his strength as Boyd realised that Isaac would be one of the worst hit if Derek did not recover.
"Let's deal with the wounds and see what happens." Deaton could not really offer the young pack anything else as he had never seen anything like this before.
Peter flinched as his brothers strong arms pulled him close, he expected to feel teeth or claws at his throat.
Steve smiled at his wife who added her arms around the shaking Peter, he allows a deep rumbling noise to slowly build in his chest.
Talia smiled as her husband issued what is the equivalent of a cat purr in werewolf format, she nods as Peter's shaking eases, the scent of fear slowly dissipating as he realises that they are not going to hurt him.
Derek watches silently as his parents comfort the man who had killed his sister in his quest for vengeance. He always knew his parents had the biggest hearts of anyone he knows and their actions just confirm this. He feels a small hand on his shoulder turning he is engulf within his aunts arms, the small woman runs her fingers threw his hair a gesture he remembers she used to use to comfort him as a child.
"Thank you Derek." Maddie pulled her nephew close, she felt his muscled arms gentle go round her. "You're such a good boy."
Derek gently returned the hug, he so missed his family, werewolves are tactile creatures and he had felt so lost and alone. He had not really been able to express to the new Hale pack how much better it would be for them all if they simply embraced the need that werewolves had to be tactile with members of their pack, it was actually the annoying Stiles who had research and then demanded that the pack spend time bonding or puppy piling as the hyperactive teen liked to call it.
Peter felt surrounded by the alpha pair, he felt them scenting him, he could not believe that he had not been punished for killing their child, he jumped in surprise when Laura joined her parents in touching him, and then the rest of the pack joined in. Peter heart swelled with god feelings, he was finally where he belonged back with his pack, he could feel the bodies of his two children pressing against his legs as the pack surrounded him.
"Thank you Derek." Maddie stroked a hand over the thick dark hair, she laughed as her nephew picked her up so that he could keep hugging her because he towered over her he had grown so much since the fire which had killed them all.
"For what?" Derek snuggled closer to the woman who held him so tightly.
"For letting Peter in." Maddie felt the young man sigh against her.
"Will he stay?" Derek slowly released the small woman, the two of them looked over to were the pack with Peter at its centre.
"No you need him." Maddie wanted her husband to stay with her and the children, but it was not the right thing for the man stood beside her, or for Peter. "He needs to redeem himself."
"He's done enough Aunt Maddie." Derek thought of the older man saving Stiles and Lydia. "He misses you all so much."
Stiles dipped the cloth in the bowl, he then used it on the still form of the wounded Alpha. Stiles hated how still and silent the werewolf was, he wanted Derek to open his eyes and give him his usual glare, he missed being growled at and pushed up against walls. Deaton had told them all that they would just have to wait and see what happened, the vet had left supplies to deal with the wounds Derek had taken from Peter, and that he would be back the next day to check on the burns.
Stiles had sent Isaac, Boyd and Erica out on a supply run as he could not imagine anyone will want to leave until they know whether the Hale's will survive but they needed food and Stiles knew that Isaac needed a distraction after finding his Alpha convulsing and injured the way he had.
Scott and Jackson where running the perimeter, while Alison and Lydia were researching, they were both looking for anything about what Derek had done in taking Peter's injuries on himself.
Stiles was sat in between the two Hale werewolves, and although most of his attention was on Derek he occasionally stroked a hand over the former Alpha's head and shoulders, Deaton had taken great pains to tell Stiles and the rest of the pack that werewolves took great comfort from the touch of pack members when they were sick or injured.
"Should I ask my father if he knows anything about what Derek can do?" Alison posed the question to Stiles, most outsiders thought that one of the werewolves would be Derek's second in command but Stiles seemed to be the one that everyone listened too after Derek. "Maybe he knows of some way to help."
"No." Stiles cannot believe that the huntress suggested going to the man who had tortured Peter and then caused Derek to use a gift with such devastating results.
"Stiles we need any help we can get." Lydia thought that Alison had been brave to suggest what she did.
Stiles almost growled at the two girls, but he could see that both of them really wanted to find a way to help Derek and Peter. Stiles paused he looked down at the two men, he realised that they would have to use whatever resources available to them. But he would make sure Alison kept control of her father, he would not have the hunter use the pack's weakness against them.
"I don't trust your father Alison." Stiles noticed that Lydia nodded in agreement. "Ask him but he best keep what you tell him to himself."
Alison made to leave the room.
"Alison wait for Scott to come back." Stiles had decided that no one would go anywhere on their own until they knew the hunters who had been after Lydia had been found and made to leave Beacon Hills.
"Derek you should both go back now." Talia Hale left her husband and the rest of the pack surrounding Peter to approach her son.
Derek bit his bottom lip, he wanted to stay he missed his parents so much, he missed his sister and brothers and the rest of the family, and seeing them now made him so happy.
Talia gently reached out and cupped Derek's stubbled jaw, her son had grown into such a handsome strong man, she was so proud of him, but she knew he could not stay here with them, it was not his time yet they both had to go back and live the rest of their lives.
"We will be waiting for you both Derek." Talia found herself engulfed in a hug, Derek buried his head against her, she could feel the tears wetting her neck. "Oh baby."
"I love you." Derek voice was watery.
"I love you too, we all do." Talia saw Peter move to stand beside her son, his Alpha his blue eyes promising to protect the younger wolf and redeem himself, Talia nodded at him.
Peter had to fight not to beg to be allowed to stay as he turned his attention to Maddie and his children, all three were smiling at him, his children looked so happy, and Maddie was as beautiful as he remembered.
"I love you Peter and we will always be waiting for you." Maddie held in a sob as Peter's image blurred because of the tears filling her eyes.
"Love you Daddy." The girls chorused together.
Derek placed a hand on the older man's shoulder as Peter sobbed at his children's words.
Stiles could not believe that four days had passed since Derek had healed Peter, and the younger Hale was still badly wounded, for some reason the burns and injuries that Peter had suffered from that now littered Derek's body showed no signs of healing. Deaton was baffled, and the pack was becoming despondent the longer the two werewolves slept on so still and silent. Everybody had stayed at the Hale house, although the werewolves had patrolled the pack territory in pairs, at the minute Stiles, Lydia and Alison and Scott are the only ones in the house.
Stiles was carefully and gently treating the numerous burns on Derek's body with the supplies Deaton had left, Stiles was fighting his gag reflex as they continued to weep and look infected. The Alpha seemed to be almost wasting away before his very eyes, Stiles thought that Derek looked thinner and paler and they had been forced to use the cold bath treatment quite regularly as his temperature spiked dangerously high.
Lydia was slowly and methodically bathing the comatose former Alpha, he had not moved or shown any inclination to waking up, and the pack had been surprised that the strawberry blonde had taken to looking after the man who had used her mind and talents to bring him back from the dead.
Lydia ran the warm soapy wash cloth down Peter's arms she began to clean each individual finger.
"Peter?"