Is This The World We Created
Chapter 22
26th January 2005
When awareness began to creep up on Harry, the first thing he did was stiffen entirely. His ears listening for any and all sound, so hyper focused on trying to hear a threat that clearly wasn't there. It took a few moments for him to realize he was wrapped up in someone's arms and on a bed. What the hell? Why would he be on a bed? His eyes snapped open, heart pounding as he swiftly took in his surroundings, making note of all exits while doing so.
It was a childish room, filled with superhero wallpaper, posters, toy plastic figures, with a whole slew of books. He smiled when he realized that Stiles had stretched the bed to its capacity, and that they were in his bedroom swarmed by the pups of the Hale pack, as well as Allison and Isaac.
"It's odd, isn't it?" Peter murmured into his skin; Harry could feel his breath at the back of his throat. The smug upturn of his lips brushing against him, no doubt doing it to see if he could garner a reaction from him. "Not only to sleep on a proper bed but be wide awake after only a few hours of rest." Forgetting that Harry had slept in a proper bed throughout the entire apocalypse – when he had gone to sleep of course – a lot of the time he'd pulled all nighters and then spent the day ensuring that the sanctuary had ran smoothly.
"When I slept, it was always on a bed," Harry pointed out, reminding Peter, "Although, it was few and far between. My body isn't used to sleeping long anymore…what time is it?"
"We have another hour before we have to go," Peter whispered quietly, so as not to wake the pups. Now if they woke up, there would be hell to pay from the rest of the pack. They did not like being roused so early, and if there was a lot of hubbubs it would wake them.
Harry made a little noise of agreement, his gaze never once wavering from the child in front of him. "Do you think it's wrong to take a child from his grandmother? When she's all he knows." His voice low and sombre.
Peter glanced up at what caught Harry's attention before back to Harry. "Teddy?" he deduced.
"He's just over five-years-old right now," Harry said, "Merlin, the other me just saw him last week…but it's been so long…my priorities have changed overnight." Or rather they'd changed from what he would have been planning if he hadn't come back in time.
"I cannot even begin to make suggests," Peter said honestly, feeling wretched for leaving his daughter in the forest – he knew she'd be just fine – for a extra day. "There is nothing wrong with being selfish for once…is he happy where he is? Does he have a lot of friends? Does he have lots to do there? Good area?"
"He's being raised by a wonderful woman, who didn't have the best of childhood's herself." Harry confessed, "I don't ever want to hurt her, but it isn't enough anymore."
"And without the world ending, he won't be one of the first casualties," Peter pointed out, so much heartache was going to be avoided. The hunters just didn't care what they did, who they hurt. If they hadn't been there for a convenient excuse…they would have likely begun killing their own kind. For whatever reason their pathetic little minds could come up with. "Would she move here? Is it something you want to do to Teddy?" uprooting someone wasn't easy as just packing and moving, even when you had all he money and properties in the world.
Harry flinched at the reminder. Andromeda and Teddy lived in the Muggle world. Andromeda had faced exclusion when it came to any wizarding family – there was no way they were going to ostracise themselves for her – and thus she'd retreated to the Muggle world. Andromeda's husband hadn't had it any easier either, at least in the Muggle world they'd found acceptance and people to talk to. Even if they were hiding a part of themselves, a big part of themselves, their magic.
"I very much doubt she'd leave her home. She has already lost her husband and daughter; all she has left is her home and Teddy." Harry replied, stomach twinging at the though of taking Teddy from her but he wanted his godson. "I want him, I believe I can give him a better life here, a pack, children his own age…i…I do think I'm right for him. I wasn't before…I didn't have as much to offer him like Andromeda."
Peter made a small sound of agreement, drowsily nuzzling his neck. Silently apologising for the reminder of what happened. It wasn't going to be the last time it happened. They were going to bring up constant painful reminders, but the reality was…it was just that now, a reminder, not reality.
"But what if he hates me?" Harry said, sighing resignedly, it seemed as though he wasn't going to be able to do anything without overthinking or overanalysing it. "Hates me for taking him away from all he's known." And Andromeda is all he's known, as much as he was in his life, it wasn't him giving Teddy stability. She was the one choosing what school he'd go to, in the Muggle world. Which filled him with dread given Teddy's abilities.
"How is it that you're not still reeling?" Peter asked, instead of answering the question.
Harry laughed, turning over, staring up at Peter, "I'm not, Peter, this is my way of coping…I think, avoiding it, I mean, until the last second. This isn't the first unbelievable thing to happen to me, I…I guess it's not so shocking for me."
Peter moved himself, leaning on his elbow, hand under his chin, "You certainly seem much better at coping than we are." He conceded, watching Harry closely, he reckoned he was still adjusting though, surely? If he didn't feel his family's heartbeats…if he couldn't smell them, touch them, see them…he wouldn't believe what his eyes and scent told him. especially after waking up, it was the first time
He had lost them all so long ago, to have them suddenly back was…admittedly a dream come true. "I have everything I could have ever dreamed of…I am unsure of why I feel…" he couldn't think of a word to best describe it.
"You're finding it difficult Peter, because you've changed, you aren't the same person they remember." Harry said softly, smiling in sympathy. "What if they don't recognize the person staring back at them? What if they don't like him? You've gone so long without them…that part of you wants to close yourself off emotionally knowing what their deaths did to you. What their deaths caused. What if you cannot look at them the same? What if you can't stay in the same pack as them." here he was mostly thinking about
Peter dumbly nodded, that, exactly that. He didn't think there would be much change in his relationship with the youngsters in the pack, but the adults? Yeah, it was going to be difficult, he wasn't the same person they all knew. He didn't know how to deal with Talia and Laura. Both of them had broken him in a way that would never be repaired. His own sister, his own niece, Merlin, he hadn't even begun to open that particular can of worms let alone deal with it.
Harry leaned his head against Peter's, "And add insult to injury, it's all just going to be a hypothetical nightmare for them. They'll never really understand or comprehend what happened. Not your niece who left you for dead. I'm lucky I suppose, I have yet to interact with anyone I knew whom died in my past." Because that's what that horrendous world they'd lived in was now, their past.
Peter startled at that, his mind mentally slotting the word he'd used to carefully slot their…experiences into. Past, he could use that term, yes, it was technically their past after all. Only five people in the entire world. Everyone in the world, it was back to the billions now, instead of meagre hundreds. "Do you need some clean clothes?" his nose unconsciously screwing up a little at the smell. "I assume you didn't bring anything with you?"
They all had very sensitive noses, and Harry had been in those clothes since they came back. They could smell the sweat, the panic and fear imbedded deeply in those clothes.
Harry blinked realizing he was only in his underwear and t-shirt that was quite soft and most definitely not his. "I don't know whether to be alarmed or thankful…" he muttered to himself, it's not like it wasn't something Peter had already seen.
Peter just smirked at him, unrepentantly.
"Although, it probably hasn't helped the smell," Harry admitted, groaning as he stretched out, "This is surreal." He added, staring around the bedroom and all the little nick-nacks that Stiles had inside. "Where are the othe…Stiles?" cutting off the 'others since Derek was still asleep at the top of the bed, wrapped around a bolster pillow that was almost as big as him.
"In the back garden…with my father and brother-in-law," Peter said, a faraway look on his face for a few moments before his gaze sharpened on his mate. "I certainly wouldn't want to be them right now." Stiles was like a bloodhound seeking out weaknesses and said a lot of things that would hurt. Especially while in defence of someone he loved.
"Is anyone using the shower?" Harry asked, shuffling around Peter, and off the bed with a great deal of difficulty. He didn't want to wake the children up, who were soundly sleeping.
"No, but I doubt there's much in the way of hot water left," Peter said, getting up, his hand resting against the jut of his hip. "Perhaps we could both shower?" he suggested, his gaze piercing, he made no move to make any other overtures. He might like to take his chances, but things were different now. The world wasn't ending…hell, Harry might have had someone in this timeline. You just didn't know…and he wasn't risking something that would be good.
"That won't be a problem," Harry said, grinning, showing off all his teeth, "Magic," he teased before Peter could open his mouth. Reaching out for his hand, he tugged it, wordlessly letting Peter know he was more than welcome. He pulled the werewolf to his feet, staring at him in awe. "You look decades younger, but your eyes show your real age." Cupping his face in wonder.
"Yes, you as well," Peter murmured, nary a wrinkle on their faces. His skin had been wholly burned three times, shot, electrocuted, and poisoned with every strain of wolfbane possible. Given it until he was all but comatose while in Eichen house, yes, his body had been through a lot and it wasn't until now that he realized the effect it had on him. yes, they healed, but clearly it wasn't exactly without consequences either that or he just hadn't aged gracefully at all. "How long will we be stuck at MACUSA today?"
"Want to get your daughter?" Harry easily deduced.
"Argent and Deaton first, but I do want to get her by the end of the night," Peter said, his face a stony mask. He wouldn't accept any other alternative; it was already killing him that he'd been beyond exhausted that he hadn't gone for his daughter last night. He'd only had the strength to get them changed and into bed.
"Is there anything in particular you want from Deaton? The truth? There is a potion that lets you get to the bottom of the truth. It's called Veritaserum. Torture really isn't as good a method to get the truth as you think. It's not as if your senses will really be able to gauge whether it's the truth or not with their heart pounding so erratically." Harry said quietly, letting Peter pull them along the corridor to the bathroom. Even being a werewolf wasn't full proof method he reckoned.
"He is a Darach, will that be a problem for you?" Peter asked, not answering the question, of course he wanted Deaton to suffer, he didn't care much for getting the truth since it was blatantly clear he was guilty. His sister and niece would probably protest, they were awfully fond of him.
"They're powerful in their own right, but against Wizards and Witches? It's like you swatting a fly, unless they catch us unawares…and for most magical folk render them without their wands. We aren't all powerful you know; we all have our weaknesses." Harry shrugged, as he padded immediately towards the toilet as Peter started the shower.
Peter gazed at Harry shrewdly, "I have a funny feeling that you're being disingenuous." He told the wizard, "At least when it comes to comparing yourself to everyone else."
"I am," Harry said as he removed his clothes, no teasing, just simple swift undressing.
"No, you're not," Peter refuted, stepping in, Harry stepped after him and he closed the shower door. "I can sense how different you are, there's a scent of death that clouds around you. Not in a dark, bitter and deteriorating way but it's as if your magic is in sync with it, you're more than just a wizard." Any alpha worth the title would know this, their sense of smell was far greater than a Beta.
"And you know that how?" Harry asked with scepticism.
"I did just spend hours surrounded by what sounds like very powerful wizards…and none of them smell like you. There are certain smells you all have, thunder and ozone – which were actually similar – but unique, each wizard smelt like it, but others smelt very strongly of it. Others not so strongly. None more so than you. None of them smell like death, and I should know…I carried that scent myself." It felt like cheating really, since his soul was whole again now without consequence.
Harry grinned wryly, "There may be some truth to what you're saying," giving him a knowing look. His mouth closed though afterwards, ducking under the warm of the spray, the shower head didn't even really get him soaked or keep him warm, so he was quick to wash himself with the products provided, which were in clear bottles. They had no scents on them, so he presumed that they had been bought for the werewolves to use. They did prefer their own scents over artificial ones.
Peter just leaned back, a satisfied look on his face, as he enjoyed the sight in front of Harry. Leering at him just to see what would happen, to see if their night together had been just a coincidence that he showed no shame in his body. It was highly unusual to see humans react that way. should he say humans when there were a few in the pack? Well, they were raised differently, and didn't understand the stigma attached to public nudity until they were introduced to it at school.
Body dysmorphia wasn't a thing to werewolves, but to humans it was prevalent throughout the world. Nine times out of ten, there was no need for it, for they were perfectly lovely, but from a young age, the humans were taught looks were more important than anything else. Someone absolutely gorgeous could have the foulest loathsome soul. Whereas someone pretty could have a stunning soul who was kind and generous to everyone who crossed their path.
Now these people, those kinds of people the world could use more of.
If only people could learn to love themselves there would be a lot less problems in the world.
Regretfully those sorts of problems were not easily cured.
Circe, he sounded like a psychiatrist, Peter had read way too many books on the subject to be fair. They'd actually stayed in what was obviously a psychiatrist's office, way back when the world was in bad way. For an entire month actually, before they'd had to flee. There had been so many books on therapy, some actual medical texts and such. He'd also read Doctor Anil's published works, and theories they'd worked on before the world went to hell.
"Whatever you're thinking about must be thought-provoking," Harry commented absently.
Peter heard and couldn't help but laugh, he rather liked Harry's outbursts of sassiness. It seemed that regardless of what he went through, he refused to let the world destroy him. That was good really, he admired that strength and determination. "I'm just digesting everything," he told him, "Today is going to be…" he trailed off.
"Difficult?" Harry said wryly, scrubbing himself off, "Tell me about it." he could end up alienating Andromeda and not being allowed to see Teddy again. That thought was horrific, hopefully though, it could be settled amicably. He was Lord Black; he had reinstated her into the family…and if he had to use family obligations…he would do so.
After all, Andromeda didn't have the money to look after Teddy…and it was her husband that had ensured that Andromeda and their daughter had been alright. Andromeda hadn't worked a day in her life, neither Andromeda, Remus, Tonks or her father had even thought to get life insurance.
He was the reason she and Teddy had such a calm life, but he couldn't stand aside anymore. He'd been grieving, the loss of so many people, of his purpose, when Andromeda had suggested she take Teddy. She had experience in tending to a child, and Harry did not.
Not this time, he vehemently swore up and down he'd take a more parental role in Teddy's life.
Both of them switched around, letting Peter get his shower. It didn't take long for Harry to start chittering, standing in a bathroom – not under water – when the heating hadn't had a chance to warm up the house…wasn't ideal. He slid out of the bath and Harry grabbed the towel and wrapped it around himself. "Much better…do you know what you want to do once everything is fixed?" the chittering had stopped.
"Will it ever be fixed?" Pete asked darkly, "Or will we forever be playing catch up? Losing new people along the way?" that filled him with dread, it really did.
Harry paused for a second, staring up at Peter, who was staring at him without really seeing him. As the water from the shower cascaded down him, he wasn't quite as muscular as Harry remembered for their short time together before they came back here. Yet he wasn't too changed thankfully, thinking of Derek and Stiles, children as they were.
"We will," Harry said honestly, "People die, Peter, it's just how the world is. All we can do is enjoy the time that is given to us. They tell you to live life to the fullest and we never do and don't regret that until it's too late. We've been given such a chance, don't let the bitterness consume you, relish and enjoy your family, the new memories you're going to make. When it's time they meet their maker…it will be without guilt or regret because you know you did right." oh, he hoped for Peter's sake that nothing catastrophic would happen.
Peter returned to cleaning himself, in swift sure moves. Relishing in the warmth, he'd gone years without warm water until they found sanctuary. They'd only ever washed in rivers and not for long, too wired and worried something could go wrong and they'd be found. A silly fear since they'd hear someone coming…but their lives had been nothing but anxious messes.
"I'm surprised Derek managed to sleep through Stiles wakening," Harry added, drying himself off with the towel. The house was beginning to warm up, but not too much thankfully. He doubted it would.
Peter threw Harry a grin before shutting off the shower, the water was subtly starting to cool down. He accepted the towel Harry handed over, "Stiles' scent has always evoked calmness in my nephew. The calm and peace thrumming through the pack bonds and their pair bond and the scent, I'm not surprised he slept through it." not to mention the shock of everything in the past twenty-four hours. Suddenly having his family back, being back in a Beacon Hills that was civilised and world no longer ending, yeah, even he had trouble wanting to wake up.
Harry cocked his head to the side before inclining his head further before righting his head. Ceding that Peter might as well be right, he didn't know as much as a born werewolf about them. Oh, he'd found out a lot while running sanctuary he didn't profess himself to be an expert, he very much looked forward to smoothing over the holes in his knowledge for sure.
"Stiles is just about to start making breakfast," Peter told him as he dried off entirely, before tying it around his waist and both of them exited the bathroom. Peter handed over a set of clothes that would fit Harry, thanking his sister for going shopping for supplies, he really would have gone without wearing clothes that smelt of wolfsbane, oil, smoke and terror.
"Then I've got something to show him," Harry said a smug grin widening his features, as he quickly yanked his trousers up his legs and buttoned them. Absently zipping himself up, readjusting himself, and that was it, he was bounding off, with a buzz of excitement.
Peter watched him go, utterly bewildered, but quickly got changed him and followed. He was silent compared to Harry's thumping as the went down the stairs. Wondering what was going on, he entered the kitchen to see Stiles and Harry talking to one another.
Stiles backed away from the appliances after turning them off. A curious look in his whiskey-like eyes. A hyperness that he could barely contain, and if he really had been that age…he wouldn't have been able to do so.
That hyperactivity did cease a little, when he glanced at his father. Peter zoomed in on Noah, and found that the man was just fine. Or, at least he thought he was, until he noticed the shaking. Was he cold? It didn't feel cold, and their human pack members had only a thin cover thrown over them and weren't shaking.
Stiles waved his hand and the plates and cutlery flew out of the drawers and cupboards and began to slot into place at the table for each member of the family. Usually, the table only fitted four until they were done with it and made it significantly bigger. Same with the kitchen actually, which was now bigger on the inside than it looked on the outside. There were gaps all around, and Stiles was beginning to realize just why Derek was so awed by any display he ever saw.
"Did you guys try to pretend you were completely human or something?" Stiles asked, Peter wasn't as easily impressed, curious yes, but never easily impressed. "Honestly, you guys act like you didn't know magic existed never mind seeing it."
"They haven't," Peter informed him, but that wasn't a surprise to Stiles. "Magic wasn't a big part of the Pack's life; Deaton was the only one trusted and he didn't have even a molecule of magic that would give him the ability to do this." Peter said, eyes widening when food began to cook right front of him, the bacon began to cook in various stages, three different kinds all in one big platter, then pancakes spluttering out of their piping bags and floating over to their plates.
Eggs cooking in the frying pan, with another load of eggs scrambled together in a pot and being stirred magically. Sausage links were next to be cooked in mid-air, before gently floating down to yet another platter.
Sonya sniggered softly, as she heaped up the yoghurt into bowls. Setting them on the table, alongside a big bowl of fruit. There, now that was everything, they needed to enjoy breakfast. She reached for the spoon and scooped up fruit to put in her own bowl as toast was placed on the middle of the table.
As if the food was pied piper, everyone began to tumble downstairs, eager to have something in their bellies and be close to family. After what happened, everyone wanted to be close to one another. Bastian was cuddled into Derek's side as they entered the kitchen.
As one of the humans, he hadn't had it as easy in recuperating after the smoke inhalation. With his father and brother gone…he had felt at a loss. His mum and sister were always far too busy, in the end he and Cora had spent the rest of the night snuggled for comfort. Other than Stiles, Cora and Bastian had been closest to Derek that night, all but plastering themselves over him.
Good mornings were murmured all around, as they dug into their breakfast, including a gleeful Noah who was eating actual sausages and bacon. Not something he normally got to do, and Stiles wasn't even watching him with a disapproving look. He should have known better than to leave his test results where his son could get them. Not because he couldn't get bacon but because of how worried his son got.
"Are we leaving for MACUSA after this?" Jasper asked, a large mug of coffee in his hand. It didn't have any affects on him, well, not really. He liked the taste; it had taken him a long time to find one he liked the taste of and always had on hand.
"We are getting to come, aren't we?" Sebastian asked entirely suspicious, as if expecting them to turn around and deny him, he kept that to himself though. He was still reeling by the 'talking to' he'd just received from the Alpha-mate.
Stiles was absolutely terrifying, maybe it was the dangerous way Stiles was talking with the innocence of a child…or if he was just normally that way. They hadn't meant for their questions and statements to come out the way they had. It couldn't be denied that it had, he would need to apologise to his son. Make it more than clear that he did not blame him for anything that happened.
"After yesterday I should say no," Peter said giving them an impassive look, it was their Alpha they had been talking to like that. In public of all places, in front of a governing body that was looking to give them their own place at the governing body. "Not only were you victim blaming your own grandson and son, but you were entirely degrading your Alpha in public. You expect this government to allow us to control our own when you cannot give respect to the Alpha? Worse still, when you are probably considered the Elders of this pack." Elders set the example for the entire pack. And were usually Alpha's that had stepped down, which was essentially what they were. Jasper yes, Sebastian had been the Alpha mate and it still applied even if he had never been introduced as the Alpha mate. Talia did everything informally unless it came to herself.
Jasper and Sebastian cringed at the further commenting on their failures. It seemed like they were just piling up today. Sebastian grasped a hold of his wife's clawed hand, giving it a squeeze, Talia opened her mouth, and Sebastian knew the sort of things that would come out would just make things worse. "Don't Talia," his voice filled with defeat and sadness. There was no denying that all the accusations were quite correct. He didn't want another strained day.
He winced when Talia yanked her hand back as if disgusted by his touch. Not that it was unusual. It was how Talia professed her disappointment, she'd go days or weeks without reaching out to him, touching him. It had been excruciating when they first began courting, he was from a deeply affectionate pack. The Hales had looked so warm and welcoming but were definitely not affectionate once they reached a certain age. It was acceptable as children but not as teenagers.
He was more often than not left to raise the children, his sons and daughters. He raised them the way he was, but Talia had began training Laura to be Alpha and she had all but leapt from his hugs as if he was diseased. By the moon that had hurt him so much, to see his daughter distancing herself from him, then Derek did too, grieving as he was. He shuddered at what had become of his family, he couldn't let it happen again, he swore he'd be careful about what he said in future.
Derek was busy besotted staring at his mate whilst talking to his brother and sister in calm quiet tones. Something he wouldn't have done in the past, he had been…grieving, angry lashing out at everyone and everything. To his brother and sister, he'd just went back to the Derek they knew from before. They didn't know about Paige. They were just simply happy to have 'their' Derek back and happy. There was no denying that Derek was extremely happy.
"You have noticed your…" Stiles paused recalling what Sebastian was to Peter before continuing, "brother-in-law is a little touch starved, don't you?" it was exactly the same actions and reactions Peter used to have, it was like a flashback, only with differences, Sebastian wasn't a Hale and didn't look like the brother and sisters, and the kids, although, they had gained a little of his looks not all. The Hale genes were strong in them all, so much so that Harry and Stiles knew who was blood and who was married into the family.
Nobody else could hear him, only Derek, Peter and Harry, his magic made it so.
Derek's eyes narrowed in on Stiles as if he was having trouble being able to see him, before glancing sharply at his father unnoticed. He didn't ask Stiles if he was sure, Stiles knew the signs. He had read everything he could when it comes to that particular problem, and had realized Peter had been suffering from it and had inserted himself into Peter's life, attaching himself to Peter like a limpet. He hadn't been happy at all to begin with, Stiles had been his mate, whether he did anything or not, Peter he had felt was very dangerous. Yet nothing happened, if anything, watching them had made him see pieces of the Uncle he had growing up. Then, of course, the world had gone to hell.
"Mom leaves a lot to help other packs," Derek explained, he loved his parents, he wouldn't automatically think the worst despite all he'd been through. More than likely because he had idealised them, Stiles had pointed out. He had set them to impossible standards in which he couldn't grasp, same with Laura when she passed. Stiles had said he'd done the same with his mom, that it was something normal, a grieving process.
"No, I hadn't noticed," Peter frowned, trying to recall how long Talia had been away this time, only to realize she hadn't been away lately, in fact, she'd actually been in the territory longer than usual. "And that is not quite true, Derek, she hadn't left the territory in months, not with everything that's been happening, in fact, she hasn't left since before Paige passed on." realizing how long it had actually been since Talia left the territory with Paige, then Deucalion and whispers of the Argents moving. All warnings had come through his contacts, nothing on Talia's at all, but it had been enough to caution her regardless of what she thought of the people Peter had associated with.
Derek nodded slowly, realising that Peter was quite correct on that front, but how could his father be touch starved? His parents were always touching each other, closing his eyes with a frown, he thought on every single memory he had of his parents. One thing was prevalent when thinking on them, it was always his father that reached out, never his mom. His father had always been very affectionate when they were growing up.
Peter smothered his amusement seeing everyone's mouth moving but no words were penetrating the privacy bubble Stiles had erected. Perfected in a single day after seeing the wards Harry was capable of. Well, actually this wasn't that one, since they couldn't hear out, this was the one he usually did but he felt safe, thus the ease in casting this one. "How about lowering the silencing ward?" he asked of Stiles, who signed dramatically, and with a twitch of his pinkie, out of habit, he didn't even need to do it, he'd just started doing it to be theatrical.
"…rude!"
"What's going on?" Jasper wanted to know, when he noticed his son actually focusing on them.
"Nothing," Peter replied, it's something he'd need to discuss with Sebastian on his own, there were just some things the pack shouldn't know. You barely got anything resembling privacy living with a pack, plus, there was nothing more shameful than a touch starved werewolf. Just how badly broken was this pack? Was there any saving it? "Let us just finish breakfast and depart."
Everyone began speaking in their own groups, eating their chosen breakfasts, and Noah looked like he was seconds away from a food coma. He was however, questioning Derek and Stiles about what had happened yesterday. Naturally the others all chipped in, Sonya was listening while distracting the youngest of the children.
"Dear god!" Noah said, swallowing thickly, looking close to tears at what his son had been through. He knew he didn't even have half of what really happened, he was just getting the footnotes. He couldn't help but grasp his son's shoulders and bring him into a hug, which was really awkward, but Stiles would endure anything for his father.
"They mentioned getting the hunters, and allowing you to get the people near here…but there has been no mention of Eichen House being raided." Jasper realized, when the hospital was mentioned in passing. Watching as the young Alpha (Stiles) sit back down on Derek's lap, at least until his father's glare had him sliding back into his own seat with a pout. It made him grin ruefully.
"What about Eichen House? It does the world of good and helps contain threats," Talia declared, confused as to why the place was even being mentioned or how they'd found out. Sebastian had barely spoken since he returned home, no matter how much she badgered him into answering her questions.
Peter paled so drastically that the white paint behind him looked like it had more colour than him. Stiles wasn't far behind, he was gripping Peter's shoulder so tightly, that sparks were leaping from his fingers. It was confirmation of something Peter had not wanted to know the answer to. For he had truly feared this very outcome.
Sebastian stared at his wife in dawning horror, it was so strong that it made the young one's cry, "You knew? You knew that…that…that place had supernatural creatures?" scooting the chair away, looking at her as if he had never seen her before. Did he even know the woman he'd married? Had four children with? because he was honestly beginning to believe he didn't know his own wife at all.
Did she even consider him the Alpha-mate? Or was he just a glorified nanny at this point?
A/N – 6K words and I feel as if nothing was accomplished…*sigh* oh well, what can you do? If this feels choppy it likely is. I think I only got 1.5K written every day as I melted! We don't have air conditioning and we're getting really, really hot weather here (for us) a lot of you guys would think it was quite cool and wish for it lol I'm a Scot and we were not made for the hot weather at all! LOL
would you like to see Stiles Talk with Jasper and Sebastian? I'm not sure how much of the planning will be getting 'shown' rather than 'alluded to' hmm and I'm not sure why I'm targeting Talia as the bad one here LOL! Hopefully though I'm not going to be called Misogynist again…I dare say I pity writers who follow their muses and get told all sort of things that just aren't true! Still, even if I am lobbing all this on her…I'm still not sure what to do with Talia and Laura's characters full stop, if they remain, they'll end up in the background practically one step away from 'Omega' either that or cut off from the pack entirely…will Sebastian divorce Talia and remarry? What about Noah? This is an alternative universe now 😊 I'm going to have fun with it! 😉 will Derek and Stiles end up having even younger half-siblings? Will Teddy and Malia be all Harry and Peter have? Or will they have a surrogate (witch) have a child with their DNA? Will Chris become part of the pack or will when all said and done take Allison and ride off into the sunset with the occasional card from the two? Depending on the day my feelings for Chris as always changing lol he changed yes, but doesn't change the fact that for 30 years he killed anything supernatural without a care in the world and the sheer callousness of his actions when we first met him turned my stomach anyways R&R please
