Aiden

"What are you doing here?" He growled at his brother. Frustrated when he felt Jordan move away from him.

"You never texted that you arrived at Lydia's like we agreed. With the ferals attacking us. I got worried." His brother replied with a shrug. Before Aiden could snap at his brother, he heard Jordan take off.

"Jordan!" He shouted, trying to get the hellhound to come back.

"Dammit." He growled as the hellhound disappeared down the street.

He turned to look at his brother, "How long were you eavesdropping?"

"Long enough to figure out Jordan and the hellhound are two beings and that the hellhound clearly wants both you and Lydia. While Jordan seems conflicted." His brother frowned at him, "You shouldn't have pushed like that. It only confused him more."

He lowered his head, "I know. But fuck, could you smell him?"

Ethan laughed, "Probably not as well as you." There was a pause, "You still going to Lydia's?"

"Shit." Aiden cursed moving to jog back to where he dropped the Thai food and movie he had brought as a peace offering for Lydia. The food had cooled and Aiden thrust it at his brother.

"Take it. If I can get her to let me in, we'll order something."

"And if she doesn't?" His brother asked taking the bags of food.

"Then I'll come home." He said before bending down to pick up the dvd on the ground. He wasn't a fan of the Notebook, but Lydia loved it. He had hoped that by showing up with her favorite food, movie, and an apology she would have invited him in. He knew she was pissed and has avoiding him, but that gave him hope. She wouldn't have been this mad if she didn't care about if she still cared they could fix their relationship.

He didn't bother knocking on the front door. That would only get her mother's attention and Ms. Martin didn't like him. So he snuck around the house and knocked on her bedroom window.

His heart pounded as heard her move around her room. When she parted her curtains and saw him she frowned and raised an eyebrow.

He held up the dvd and smiled, "I had Thai food, but it got cold."

She glared at him. "Come on Lydia, I want to talk."

"What if I don't want to talk?" She asked crossing her arms over her chest.

"What if I wanted to apologize?" he asked.

Lydia's glare faltered and she seemed to soften. "Do you?" She asked.

"Yes." He said honestly.

Peter

Peter decided he liked Jeremy, not that he would tell anyone. The kid was smart, almost on the level of Lydia, yet calm, none of the bouncing and jumping around like Stiles. He was like a strange mix of Stilinski and Scott. It would have been refreshing if they weren't magically trapped in his family home.

So far, the only thing that worried him was Jeremy didn't seem at all worried about being trapped in a house with a stranger, a werewolf strange, the human just sat across from Peter at the table munching on sandwiches and asking questions about what had happened and if Peter had seen or noticed anything else.

He hadn't mentioned his family yet. The ones that seemed to be hanging around. It was personal and he didn't feel like sharing his story with the kid just yet. Yes. he knew it was stupid, that getting all the relevent facts out in the open was the smart play, and he was normally all for the smart play, but this was his mother, his sister, his niece, and Jeremy was a stranger, not a friend or pack, an unknown. So he omitted those details.

He talked about all the windows and doors being locked and sealed. He talked about the magically appearing food. He told him about being able to hear the others, who had mostly left by know, expect for the vampire and Argent, and how it seemed they couldn't hear them. All of which they already knew.

He frowned when Jeremy looked up from his plate and seemed to study him. The kids eyes narrowed but didn't comment about whatever it was on his mind. Instead, he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

"Who's all outside?" Jeremy asked a second later.

"Your vampire," The kid snorted, "and Argent. The other's left on Scott's orders to go rest and research." The human just nodded, accepting what he said. It caused a weird feeling in his stomach. Peter growled and pushed away from the table, he growled again when he noticed Jeremy didn't react more than to open an eye before closing it again. Seeming perfect relaxed, even his heart beat didn't change. Maybe the human was stupid, Sitting there in a room with a frustrated trapped werewolf and not being afraid. He thought he knew stupid, weird humans, he spent an obsean amout of time around Stiles. But Jeremy was different.

Maybe it was more than just the calm, Jeremy took Peter at his word, a show of trust Peter hadn't had in about a decade. He knew Scott and the pack would listen to him in an emergency, they'd done it before. But most of the time he talked or advised, they questioned him, even Derek. He knew he deserved it, after everything he had done. He also knew the idiots where getting less jumpy around him. Which should have made him feel relieved or happy, instead it made his stomach twist and knot. He wouldn't voice it, but he was afraid, afraid he would lash out, hurt them, destroy that small bit of trust he had slowly gained. Seeing this human trust him, relax around him, it was like seeing what might be, someday, and he freaked him out.

Peter stormed out of the room, needed to burn off some of the emotions he was feeling. It wasn't hard to find a wall at the opposite end of the house, where he pounded his fists against it until his anger faded.

"You know there are better ways to do that?" Jeremy's voice startled him. He growled and turned to glare at the kid. Who just leaned against the door way. He was a little more tense then he was before, but his heart was steady and there was no scent of fear coming off him.

"What other ways?" He asked, because he didn't know what else to do.

"Yoga?"

"Runs?"

"Exercise?"

Both Peter and Jeremy jumped and looked towards Talia and Laura who were standing in the far corner of the room. His sister and niece looked far too amused at their reactions.

"Umm Peter?" Jeremy asked and how the fuck had the kid moved to his side and he hadn't noticed.

"My sister, Talia," his sister nodded at Jeremy, "and my niece," Laura waved, he snorted when a confused Jeremy waved back.

"Aren't they dead?" Jeremy asked, still watching the two females.

"They're haunting me, it seems." He muttered out, walking passed Jeremy and out of the room. He expected one of the three to follow him, so when he made it to the kitchen and none appeared, he got nervous and focused his ears.

"Not ghosts." he heard his sister comment.

"Clearly not hallucinations…" Jeremy muttered, he heard his sister snicker. Peter sighed and stopped listening. He moved to the couch in the living room and dropped down on it. Let his sister and the human figure it out.

Jeremy

The sun was just starting to shine through the window when Jeremy had an epiphany. It hadn't come easily, but Laura and Talia had talked to him for a while before they disappeared and they gave him enough information to start narrowing down his ideas. Add in the theory the pack had earlier and Kol's interest and Jeremy had an idea. An insane one because if he was right, the amount of power this creature, this being, had was terrifying, and that was coming for someone who hung out with the Original family.

He carefully made his way to where he knew Peter was asleep. He looked over the man, wishing he had asked Stiles or Scott more about him, because this whole attack, or lesson was aimed at the man. And while Jeremy was pretty sure he knew, the what, he wasn't too clear on the why. Which meant they needed to talk and from the fact Peter hadn't told him about his sister or niece he knew the werewolf didn't trust him. How did you get a man who clearly didn't trust you to open up and tell you about himself and his past?

"Watching people sleep is creepy, or so I've been told." Peter muttered causing him to jump.

"Sorry," He mumbled, "I was debating waking you up."

"Why?" Peter asked opening his eyes to squint at him suspiciously.

Jeremy cleared his throat, "I think I have an idea...about what is going on here." Peter sat up, "but I'm not positive."

Peter growled, "Just spit it out."

"What did you need to hear Scott say?" He asked gaining a confused look from the werewolf.

"What the hell does that mean?" The man growled at.

Jeremy sighed, "Sam and Mason had a theory that whoever trapped you here, did it for the reason of you needing to hear Scott or the pack say something. Do you know what it was?" To his credit Peter didn't laugh at him just seemed to think it over before his shoulders fell.

"I don't know," Peter didn't look at him when he said this. Jeremy didn't buy it. Peter at least had an idea, he just didn't want to admit. Time for a new tactic.

"What about your sister?" He asked, "Or your niece, they are here for a reason, what is it?" Peter growled low and when he looked up his eyes shined fluorescent blue. Jeremy's instincts screamed danger, that a fight was coming, he took a breath.

"Peter, if we can't piece it together, we can't get out." he said.

"Nothing!" Peter growled out sounding frustrated. "They don't want anything. Just keep talking about…" The wolf stopped.

"About?" Jeremy pushed, he needed Peter to admit whatever it was.

"Nothing." A growled filled the room and Jeremy froze, it didn't come from in front of him. Even Peter had stilled, his eyes focused on something behind Jeremy. He could hear footsteps, smaller than a human, if he had to guess a wolf. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a large black wolf slowly walking toward Peter. The man had a look of panic on his face, that fell away as the wolf nudged his hand. Jeremy hearts ached when the panic become longing and sorrow. He stood silent as Peter ran his fingers first over the wolf's nose then head and then through the thick fur along it's neck.

"Talia." Peter whispered, if Jeremy didn't have his enhanced hearing he probably wouldn't have caught it. "I can't." The man whispered as he moved to bury his face into his sister's fur. Jeremy wanted to move, leave the room, this was private, but he was afraid of ruining the moment.

After several long minutes the wolf pulled itself free of Peter and faded away into nothing. Jeremy dropped his gaze to the floor, giving the wolf as much privacy as he could.

"Pack." Peter said suddenly.

"What?" he asked looked up at the man.

"Scott implied and reacted like I was pack. Not just me but Derek too." Still a little confused Jeremy leaned forward and met Peter's eyes.

"Why did you need to hear that?"

The man narrowed his eyes. "Because I'm not pack!" He growled and his eyes shifted blue again, "I turned Scott, I hurt him, attacked his friends, I even hurt Derek. I am not pack!" The man threw himself off the couch and stormed off into the kitchen.

Jeremy thought about it for a second. Peter reminded him of Klaus and wasn't that shiver inducing thought, both were strong, stubborn, powerful, yet lonely and desperate for a family.

He hated to keep pushing but they needed to get out of this house. He followed Peter into the kitchen. The man was standing behind the table, fiddling with a glass of something amber colored.

"Thats why your sister and niece are here. they are reminding you of your family, your old pack." Peter slammed his cup down on the table and glared at Jeremy.

"You can glare all you want but I'm right," he said, "but there is more to it isn't there? It's not just that you need to realize you were part of Scott's pack, that wouldn't require such…" he stopped the think of a gentle way to word it, "intense measures, to get you to listen." He took a few steps into the room, stopping being on of the kitchen table chairs, "so what else?"

Peter's glare was intense for about a second before he closed his eyes.

"It wasn't just Talia and Laura, my mother was here as well," Jeremy went to apologize, but Peter opened his eyes and glared, stopping any words before they came. "She kept reminding me of how I was before." Peter pulled a chair back and sat down, gesturing for Jeremy to do the same.

"When we were younger, my mother knew right away Talia would replace her as Alpha, my sister was a leader through and through, even as kids we followed her around. I always followed her around. We were close, despite our age difference. Always together, getting into trouble. And whenever we found trouble, she would plan and I would was always more clever than I was and I had the strength and temper of an enforcer, it felt natural for us to fall into those roles and our mother encouraged it. When our mother died and Talia inherited her place, there was never a doubt that I would be her beta. And for years we were happy. She lead and I protected." Peter stopped talking for a moment. Before taking a deep breath.

"After she died, they died, the years I spent in a coma…" he stopped again, "it broke me."

Jeremy thought about getting up and offering some kind of comfort, but he was still comparing Klaus to Peter in his head, and he knew if Klaus showed a moment of weakness and some one offered comfort it would ruin it, the hybrid would lash out. He suspected Peter would do the same. So he let the man sit there until he was ready to speak again.

"I killed my niece." Was the first thing Peter said, and Jeremy gasped in surprise, he looked at Peter who's eyes burned blue, "I don't remember it. I was still injured and cleary," he cleared his throat, "cleary not thinking straight. All I knew was, I wanted the power to avenge my family, and protect the only ones that survived. I don't think I knew it was her. When I started regaining my… mind, it was too late. She was dead, I had bitten Scott, Derek and Stiles were suspicious of me. I was still so full of anger and the need to kill, that I let it consume me. Until I wasn't me anymore. I had become, well I had become the man the pack looks at with suspicion and fear. I had gotten used to, being on the edge, not quite pack, called in when they needed a fighter who wasn't afraid of bloodening his hands. My wolf wanted more. But I didn't believe they wanted me or would welcome me."

"Then today, you got to watch Scott freaking out because he couldn't help you, the pack trying to free you, and Stiles and Derek worrying about you." Jeremy said, "and you your family has been trying to remind you of a different you, one who would be worthy of Scott's pack." Peter's eyes narrowed as he saw and understood what Jeremy was getting at.

"But why?" The man whispered, "why would someone care about my position in Scott's-" he cut off and stood up.

"True Alpha." Jeremy heard him mutter before Peter turned to look at him, eyes blue and this time Jeremy could feel the power rolling off the wolf.

"You had a theory." Peter waved his hand gesturing at the house, "about the who and why, explain."

"Have you ever heard of a Trickster?" He asked.