See Chapter 1 for all warnings.

To Save Them All

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Lydia doesn't stick around and vanishes off to go and be moral support for Jackson, the ass who doesn't deserve her, leaving me alone with Derek and Peter.

Neither werewolf says anything to start with as we all sit in the living room, well Peter lounges on his bed, and then the Alpha turns to me, "Stiles do you have enough ingredients to make us lasagne?"

"Er, I think so I'll go check," I scurry off and try not to be too relieved that Peter isn't questioning me. Rummaging I find everything I need, "Yeah it's all here, you want me to make it for you?"

"Please," is all he says and then the TV flicks on.

Narrowing my eyes suspiciously I don't poke at the sleeping werewolf and instead I make him food, hopefully a full werewolf will be a sleepy, and more importantly, non-questioning werewolf.

Serving it up I carry it through so we can eat on our laps and settle in to watch some nature documentary on the giant pacific octopus. Derek pokes at this food a few times and glares at me, I have no idea why, he likes lasagne, Peter taught me how to cook it the Hale way, and then I choke on my food and try to face palm at the same time.

Damn it.

Most of the recipes I know how to cook are ones that Peter invented, the only person he ever taught them to was me, shit. Now it's my turn to poke at my food and push it around the plate. No wonder both Hales have been acting so weird.

Risking a glance at Peter I get to see him smirk at me and wave a fork full of food, "Hmm, I do love lasagne cooked this way Stiles, it's that extra special something with the spices, don't you think so too?"

Shit.

He's totally on to me and from the way Derek's lips have twisted so is he.

Sighing I eat the rest of my food in relative silence only the smug smells coming off of Peter are a bit much and I'm glad of the excuse to take the plates and vanish into the kitchen.

I take my time washing up and putting everything away and wonder if I can sneak up the stairs to my room without the awesome super werewolf hearing giving me away.

Heaving a sigh I go to the living room and wonder how I can wiggle out of this, I can't lie outright, I can however, fudge the truth quite a bit, if I'm careful.

"Oh there you are Stiles," Peter holds a hand out to me and I take it automatically, he tugs me down next to him and we stretch out on the bed. Tensing I wait for him to say something, to ask me questions, except he cuddles me up against him like we used to when we were hiding out.

And then we watch TV.

And then I'm allowed to go to bed, on my own, without any questions being asked, not one single solitary question.

Confused I stare at my ceiling and worry about what Peter's long term plan is, I've completely derailed his revenge, nothing is going how it should do, Kate is about to be put into prison for a long time, the Argent name is about to be dragged through the mud, and I didn't plan for any of the extra stuff happening.

Tossing and turning it takes me hours to drop off, only to wake when dad tiptoes in, then I sleep a bit better.

In the morning Peter is acting concerned over dad and nods when dad tells him all about the case and how it's going. Kate is still in solitary. The ex-Argents are rolling on her and burning their bridges very well. Scott is doing so well the doctors are cutting back his meds a bit for pain control. And dad is going to talk to Matt's parents today.

Thank god the kid does not have his own killer lizard at his beck and call this time, I do not want to have to fight another Kanima. Jackson was bad enough, at least we could 'cure' him, the two after him beat the pants off of us, we had to kill their masters and then get them to kill themselves, plus you have to dispose of the body properly or they can come back and it gets unbelievably messy at that point.

All day I wait for Peter to corner me, we're alone, it's just me, him, and Derek. This is the perfect opportunity for him and Peter never looks a gift horse in the mouth, instead he borrows my laptop and surfs the net, he always did like electronic gadgets, perhaps I can distract him with those, but my budget as a teen is fairly limited.

I'm also worried at how much influence Peter had over me, I was able to fight him off when he tried it in my bedroom but last time he just had to tell me sleep and I did.

Lunch is sandwiches and I clean up after them. Peter is messing around on the internet and Derek is in his gym gear, I have no idea what I'm supposed to do, probably homework.

Though if I also do the laundry, because we were gone for almost a week and it's built up, I could get some of it outside on the washing line and I could touch up a few of my wards out there. Kate might be in prison along with lots of rouge hunters but there's no way we got all of them, and they could come for revenge.

Happy with my short term plan I get the loads sorted out and do my homework while I wait for the first one to finish. The day isn't perfect for drying but it'll do, it'll get the worst off and I can shove them in the dryer afterwards.

Everything goes like clockwork and I hang the stuff out, then I casually stretch and amble around the yard like I'm a bored teen, as I get close to one of my wards I open myself up to it and the web I've spun linking them all together. It's still strong, still there, mostly as a warning that will tingle in my head, but underneath are two more spells that I can trigger, one will stun any targets that trespass on my land, the last one will kill one target and stun the rest. The great thing about having Derek and Peter living here is that they'll be protected, they're Pack, family, the wards won't hurt them.

Muttering a recharging spell I commune with my spell and then smile as it gets stronger. The more I can do that the safer we'll be. Turning around to go pick up the laundry basket I used to carry out the wet clothes I freeze in place as I spot both Peter and Derek at the window watching me.

Shit.

Smiling goofily I wave and act like they didn't just catch me in the middle of something. Peter waves back and Derek glares.

Grabbing the basket I go back to my homework and wait for the other shoe to drop.

It doesn't happen by the time dad pops in to eat dinner with us, he's exhausted and Jackson's parents are on the warpath, luckily not aimed at dad, Lydia and Jackson are back together and at least part of life is normal again.

"And then I went to talk to that Matt kid's parents," Dad rubs his face, "Jesus, that's going to be a big nasty mess, they told me that 'Matty' would never do such a thing and got the tablet he does all his editing on," shoving more food in his mouth he sighs with his mouth full, "They found pictures that back up the Argent's and Lydia's stories and there's no way the subjects of those pictures ever knew they were being taken."

"Dad…" I'm not sure what to tell him and he looks so defeated.

"Sometimes I really hate my job, I hate that I have to see parents find out that their son is a teenage peeping tom and that he's taking photos like that," pushing his plate away dad shakes his head, "Thompson volunteered to look through all the evidence, she'll compile it all and then we can start charging the kid. Stiles this was amazing, I never thought you'd end up cooking of all things, but you done good. I'm so beat I need to sleep, sorry I've not been around," he means it he hated not having time to be with me.

Standing up I go and tug him to his feet before wrapping him in a giant hug, he deserves it, "It's okay dad, you're keeping us all safe, I'm so proud of you, you're the best dad ever."

"Thanks," he hugs back and staggers off to bed. He's almost asleep the moment his head hits the pillow, his heartbeat and breathing smooth out and I worry about him overdoing it.

"He'll be fine," Peter walks up to him and slings an arm around my waist, "He just needs some sleep, he's strong, and it shows." I nod absently and melt into Peter's side, god he smells amazing with my scent all over him, no wonder the wolves got all weird over scent marking. "And if he gets sick you can always use one of your spells to help bolster him," I stiffen in shock and Peter chuckles, "I like you Stiles, unravelling all your mysteries is going to take me a very long time, and I'm going to enjoy every second of it."

He kisses my cheek and his hand on my hip squeezes before he saunters off and goes back to the internet.

Seriously my plan was so simple, when the hell did it get so complicated?

A/N: Sorry for any and all mistakes, I've tried to catch those I could, but I'm only human.