The boy, Stephen had information on the Burnland pack members that the trio hunting them could only dream of getting on their own no matter how smart they were. The kid had been careful and observant during the time he and is family were forced to bare the name of Burnland. His pack had been absorbed by the Burnland pack over a year prior, and they had been breaking down each and every member making formerly harmless and violence free wolves into terrorizing pieces of nightmarish capacity evil.
He knew names, positions in the original Burnland pack, and routines. One day he would make the perfect tracker, at least he would get the chance if Stiles and his pack of two were successful. Though Stiles was hesitant to put the boy in further danger by using him until both Peter and Chris convinced him that the boy was in the same amount of danger whether or not he helped them or not because that was just the way the Burnland pack worked. So Stiles caved, after all if it had Peter and Chris agreeing to the same thing then it must be all but undeniably true.
They recorded all the information that Stephen could give them with Peter's stamp of approval on the honesty department, though they were all still wary of a new person among their trio. Lists of names, both innocent and guilty, locations of hideouts and safe houses beyond the pack's home grouping, and times that the top members came together in meetings were laid out in paper to be reviewed later. They had to send off the boy with wounds regrettably or there would be too many questions as to how and why this one single teenage boy who had been on his very first mission had survived the slaughter of his pack mates.
Stiles really hated it but acknowledged that it was a necessary evil to make everything look real, for them to really begin to take apart the Burnland pack. When both Peter and Chris once again came together on a decision that Stiles didn't need to take part in that, that he didn't have to lay hand on the boy that they would take care of everything. Stiles replied to their kind soft words and worried glances with an emotionless yet final, "No, I will never ask of my pack something that I would never do myself."
Stiles would never forget the screams and begging for the pain to stop as all three of them gave the boy battle scars that looked authentic enouh to take home. He would hear those screams louder than the ones he wanted to hear, louder than the ones from men that deserved the pain he caused them, though Peter did his best to take at least some of Stephen's pain he couldn't take it all. Chris hot-wired a nondescript car and filled it with the scent of lemony fresh cleaner to cover their scents and they dropped the courageous teen a few blocks away from his pack's home grouping.
It was silent on the way back to their safe house now that the whimpers and groans of pain were gone though each man watched closely as this cold and closed off Stiles started to crack. By the time they reached the safe house there was a subtle shaking to his hands, then his eyes started to water, then his breathing started getting ragged which is when Peter gathered the boy into his arms sitting down onto the couch and with a worried tone tried to calm him. "Breathe Stiles. Breathe with me, in one two out three four. Just breathe everything is alright."
"No!" the boy screamed startling both men as he wrenched himself away from Peter's grasp. "I just tortured an innocent teenaged boy. He will wear some of those scars for the rest of his life because of us. And you're telling me everything is going to be alright. Nothing will ever be alright again, not with my father dead and buried. Not with me needing to use all the tools he's taught me." Both men looked to each other at that, they had been curious as to Stiles skills set but unwilling to pry during such a delicate time. Chris sat in front of them on the coffee table looking into those whiskey brown eyes placing his hands softly on his knees before asking, "What tools Stiles? What tools are you talking about?"
"The things he taught me to survive the world, the things I would need to keep myself safe." Stiles looked up into those icy blue eyes that somehow held a world's worth of warmth with wide innocently glazed over brown eyes and it was almost as if he was in a childlike state. "He wanted me safe, so he made me practice. Every day. I had to practice for when he would be gone. And now he's gone." Chris shushed the boy caressing his cheek with the back of a hand as Peter looked on in a shocked sort of horror as to what he was hearing, It sounded so much like what hunters did to their children. They taught them to protect themselves from everything, but the Stilinski's weren't hunters they were just normal people. Beyond being Sheriff there was nothing special about the man really. He was just special to Stiles, he was the boy's world after his mother passed on.
Pulling the boy into a hug Chris knew that they wouldn't be getting any answers out of the teen that night, he was too far deep to give any sort of sensible answer to their questions. "Shhh shhh it's alright. I've got you now, you're safe with me." The single word whispered as the boy burrowed into Chris' shirt made both men's breath catch in their throat, "Daddy?" Argent looked to Hale and saw that the word had affected him too before whispering back to the boy as he held eye contact with the wolf, "Yeah, son. I'll be your Daddy now. I'll keep you safe."
Peter felt both a jolt of want and jealousy at the sight before him, at the word that had been titled to Argent instead of him. Though even just hearing the word from the boy's own lips was a shock to the system that was for sure, but he couldn't take watching his boy cuddle up with the hunter just out of reach. He couldn't sit there and watch Stiles and his "Daddy" bond even closer together so Peter stood from the couch with his go to expression of superiority on his face and started to make his way alone to his bed. He was stopped by a sad little whimpered "Daddy?" which caused Peter to look back expecting Stiles to be talking to Chris, but those bright almost wolf gold eyes were hazily focused on him not the hunter. Expression almost heartbroken, as if the fact that Peter was leaving the room was causing the boy such sadness, as if to think that Peter didn't want to be there was unbearable that Peter didn't want to be his daddy.
Whining in the back of his throat Peter moved back towards the couple taking up the coffee table in surprise, towards the boy who had whimpered out to him in question. "Yes, little one I will be your Daddy too if you want. I will do whatever you want, whatever you need." He ran a hand through the boys hair softly, kneeling to press a kiss softly to his temple as he ran his hands soothingly along any and every part of the teen he could reach. One of Stiles' hands reached out and grabbed hold of Peter's shirt much the same way he was holding onto the hunter as if to make sure that neither one of the men would leave him.
Looking up at the hunter in his grasp Stiles leaned up to kiss the man desperately, pulling in Peter to have his lips closer for when the boy released Chris and dove down instantly to mash their lips together as well. Showing them both that he wanted them both, not one or the other but both together. That, that was what he needed from the men who had been struggling so hard to take care of a boy that they only thought they knew.
Jackson's heart stopped beating the minute he heard her scream. Running through the remains of the Hale house to get to the basement where all punishments were now taken care of, unless of course the Alpha couldn't wait to get to the dungeons to dish out his displeasure. "No, no, no." He had been planning on convincing Derek to let him take Lydia's punishment himself. He knew how vicious their Alpha could be and with what she had said about Stiles just the night before the punishment was going to be brutal to say the least.