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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.
The Hales wake up and Chris get and invitation to meet.
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A Nightmare Shared:
Stiles kept his dismay to himself, he should have realised that Derek healing Peter would mean that the younger Hale eyes would be a black as night, no white showing, it was like looking into the deepest darkest hole. Stiles hoped that the alpha returned to his usual healthy self quickly, Stiles did not like seeing the larger man suffer, in fact he wanted both Hales back to their best.
Derek focused on keeping his breathing as slow and even as he could, he refused to panic, he could not see, and his other senses were not functioning as they should. He fought not to gag at the smell from his own body, the burns and weeping wounds were sheer agony, he did not know how Peter had coped, he was determined not to show how he was feeling, he was alpha he could handle this.
"Derek?" Stiles saw that the injured werewolf had his fist clinched tightly.
Scott reached out and placed his hand on Derek's ankle, he frowned when he attempted to take the older alpha's pain.
"It won't work Scott." Derek voice was calm, he pushed himself to a sitting position.
"Why not?" Jackson was by Scott's side his hand placed next to the other teen.
"I don't know but it won't." Derek was pleased that the two young werewolves had tried to help him. "I'm fine."
Stiles snorted at the other man's words, he froze as Derek turned towards him.
"Sorry Sourwolf but you don't look fine." Stiles nodded at Isaac as he mouthed Deaton's name, the curly haired werewolf left the room to call the vet and ask him to once again return to the Hale house now that the alpha was finally awake.
"I'll heal its nothing to worry about." Derek clenched his jaw as his stomach churned, he did not like being blind and essentially useless until his body healed.
Stiles noted the other man shiver, he saw Erica hurry out of the room Boyd following behind.
"Is Peter alright?" Derek could feel his uncle resting against the older man's breathing slow and steady, he was surprised that his uncle was not being sarcastic and sassy as usual.
"He's sleeping." Stiles was hesitant to upset the wounded man by telling him what had happened with regard to his uncle.
Derek could tell that there was something the normally exuberant teen was not telling him, he wondered what it was, he could imagine that when Peter woke he would find out.
"Here Derek." Erica gently took hold of one of Derek's hands placing a mug in it, she had seen the alpha shivering, he needed to eat and drink to provide his body with the fuel needed to recover from his ordeal.
Derek felt the heat from the mug seep into his fingers, he brought the drink to his nose and sniffed although he could not really smell anything.
"It's just tea." Erica gripped Boyd's hand, the blackness of Derek's eyes was seriously off putting, it made her wolf uneasy not being able to see the alpha's normal coloured eyes.
"Thanks." Derek took a small sip, he was grateful for the heat which was warming him, he felt his pack starring at him. "Is everyone ok?"
Stiles watched as Derek slowly drank the hot liquid, he noted that the werewolf was still trembling but was ignoring it, he was still pale and he had closed his sightless eyes.
"The pack is fine." Scott assured the alpha.
Derek's head tilted, Scott was not telling the truth, something was wrong Derek held out the mug in the direction of where he thought Stiles was. Once his hands were empty he reached out and touch his uncle.
Stiles saw Derek's eyebrows twitch at Scott's words, he took the mug held out to him, and then he watched as Derek touched the still sleeping Peter.
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Chris Argent sat behind his desk in his study, he held a tumbler full of whiskey in his hand, he was trying to figure out where he had lost control of his life. He was essentially alone in life, his daughter despised him, and his wife, sister and father were all dead, it was all the fault of werewolves. His beloved wife had been savaged by Derek Hale, Chris cursed the fact that he had opportunities to kill the younger man and he had not taken them, he felt that if the remaining Hales had died then his family would still be complete.
"Damn werewolves." Chris voice was harsh the anger and rage he felt threatening to consume him, all he could see was Alison walking away with McCall and the Hale alpha glaring at him. He so wished he had put a wolfs bane laced arrow in both their hearts.
Chris startled as his phone rang, lifting it up he snarled.
"What!" Chris blinked at the calm voice at the other end of the phone.
"Christopher you sound angry." Arran Silverstone kept the smile from his face, he wanted to see how different the Argent male was from his dead family, was the man truly with the werewolves or would he want vengeance for the murders they had committed. Silverstone did not believe in giving the women in the family the leadership roles, he preferred that the most ruthless and strongest lead, and that was why he was the leader of his family.
"What do want Arran?" Chris Argent should have realised that the head of the Silverstone family would contact him after what had happened with the man's nephew.
"We need to meet." Arran told the other man, he wanted to see if he would have to deal with the Argent hunter or whether the man would step back and let them deal with the Hale pack.
"When and where?" Chris would not be inviting the other hunter into his home.
"Beacon Hills Motel, room number seven." Arran gave the man the information he had asked for.
Chris frowned he should have known that Silverstone would move quickly once he found out what happened. Chris rubbed at his head he had to find a way to get his daughter away from McCall and the others so that when Arran and his hunters went after the pack she did not hurt, the other humans in the pack would have to take their chances.
"Fine I'll be there in an hour." Chris could only hope that Silverstone just dealt with the werewolves and that there were no innocent causalities.
"Good." Arran faced his nephew and the hunters he had gathered to deal with the Hale pack.
"Argent isn't going to let you hurt his daughter." David was not worried about the older hunter but he was not sure why his uncle was planning to meet the other man.
"You let me worry about Chris Argent." Arran confidently spoke. "They won't get in the way, and if they do well accidents happen."
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Peter reluctantly surfaced he was exhausted and someone was touching him, he was not in the mood to deal with the pack, he was prepared to snarl at the person touching him.
"Easy Peter." Derek had felt the tension ratchet up in his uncle as he gently ran his hands over older man's head and shoulders.
Peter's eyes flew open he scrambled to sit upright.
The teen members of the pack watched silently as Peter threw himself against the injured alpha, Derek let out a surprised sound as the older man's arms wrapped around him.
"Peter." Derek wrapped his own arms around the trembling former alpha, he was confused he thought that healing Peter had made the man better but Derek could smell the sadness and pain which was emanating from his uncle.
Peter buried his head against the solid form of his nephew, his arms wrapped as tightly around the younger man, he fought not to sob out his relief that Derek was finally awake.
"Peter?" Derek ran his hand over Peter trying to locate where the injury was that was causing the older werewolf pain, when he could not find any wounds he became worried. "Peter what the hell is going on?"
"He's not injured." Jackson hurriedly told the pale alpha, he made to move closer but stopped when Derek let out a low growl.
Derek was confused, he growled to warn the others away, he would not let anyone hurt his sole surviving family member, he felt his claws pop out and his fangs drop. His body tensing and preparing to defend his weaker pack mate as an alpha should.
"Take it easy Derek." Scott pushed Alison behind him as Derek shifted to his beta form and angry low growl still issuing from deep within his muscled chest.
"What do we do?" Jackson lowered his head as Derek's snarling growl was directed towards him.
Stiles ever so slowly reached out, he placed his hand on the broad back, he could feel the growls vibrating through the wounded alpha's form, he hoped that Derek did not attack him as he edged closer till he was plastered against the alpha's back.
"Peter your alright Peter." Stiles knew that Derek was reacting to Peter's distress, if he could get the former alpha to calm down then Derek should hopefully come back to his senses at the moment the alpha was acting on instinct. "Peter you need to calm down."
The growls were growing in volume as Derek's head tilted as he listened for the sound of any of the people present coming closer to him and his distressed pack member.
"Be careful Stiles." Scott warned.
"Be quiet." Stiles ordered he was confident the pack would obey him although neither Lydia nor Jackson looked happy, Scott looked like he wanted to rip Stiles away from the two Hale's, Stiles gave him a firm look to which Scott nodded that he understood.
"Peter look at me." Stiles rang his fingers through the thick hair as Peter was still plastered against the aggressive alpha.
Derek coughed then returned to growling, Stiles did not like how cold the surly alpha was, werewolves normally ran at a higher temperature than humans but Derek was cool to the touch which worried Stiles. Peter also did not feel as hot as he should Stiles hoped that Deaton got to them soon.
Peter seemed to snap back to himself, he raised his head looking into the worried brown eyes of the usually hyperactive Stiles Stilinski.
"Peter." Stiles rested his hand on Peter's shoulder pleased when he was not shrugged off.
"Stiles?" Peter could hear Derek growling.
"See Sourwolf Peter's fine." Stiles looked into the sky blue eyes seeing the moment Peter realised that Derek was snarling because of him.
Peter took hold of the stubble jaw he turned the younger man's head towards him, barely holding in a horrified gasp at the coal black eyes that occupied his nephews face.
"I'm ok Derek." Peter frowned as the growls did not change or stop.
"Try again." Stiles was under no illusions of how much damage the alpha could do even as injured as he was.
Peter pulled Derek so that the younger werewolf's face was against his neck he encouraged the alpha to scent him.
Stiles was relieved when he felt Derek relax against the other man, the growling had slowed and then stopped completely.
"What the hell was that?"