I WANTED TO PUT SOMETHING HERE BUT I CAN'T REMEMBER FOR THE LIFE OF ME WHAT IT WAS. BUT OH WELL!
I would like to thank Guest(Recurring in these notes), Dark God Naruto, and Silversnakes for reviewing. You guys are awesome, although you suck at guessing. No cookies for any of you! And since I forgot last time, props to TheUnknownCountry for making me feel bad enough to pick back up, even though she probably gave up on this. PLEASE GIVE HER A GREAT BIG OHMYGOD EITHER BY REVIEW, OR EVEN BETTER, IN A MESSAGE AND TELL HER "WE'RE BAAAAAAACK!" Unless she yells at me in the reviews, then don't. People kinda scare me.
But yeah! They had introduced Lydia's dad, and none of you said anything! But I explained it away, so all good.
Sexy Peter, Sexy Stiles neck, Sexy Lydia and Malia, Sexy Crowley, Sexy Steter. Handing out sexy like I'm Oprah. "YOU GET SOME SEXY, YOU GET SOME SEXY! EVERYBODY'S GETTING SOME SEXY!"
CAUTION: EXCESSIVE AMOUNTS OF SEXY IN THIS CHAPTER MAY CAUSE SEIZURES IN FUDDY-DUDDIES!
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"Peter, I'm fine. I don't need to stay at Lydia's, I can just stay with my dad." Stiles groaned as Peter dragged him to the passenger side of his own car.
"No, you're being targeted. I want you staying with Lydia and Malia. They can fight back if you get attacked. At least to some extent. Plus I want to meet the woman who birthed that." Stiles glared at that. You could see "Mehmehmeh-mehmeh-meh" running through his head in mocking disregard of Peter's "superiority delusion" as Stiles likes to call it. Peter's counters to that varied. If he had no effort left to exert into the day he'd say "that's called confidence and reality. You'd know that if you had a grip on either.", if he didn't want to waste time on it feeling too good he'd just smirk and wink, either at Stiles or Chris, creating both discomfort and a small amount of anger among the pack, if he was feeling just good enough to cause problems he would out right insult him "Well, I am actually very superior to you at the very least, so it's not really a delusion." Then Stiles would just say something witty back, or maybe kick him, really the only sign that he was upset with all that the young man internalized. If Peter was depressed or if he was trying to be civil in front of Malia and couldn't be nice in answering, he'd just not say anything.
"My dad can fight back to a pretty good extent too!" Stiles fumed.
"He can legally shoot things. That doesn't help if it won't hurt them. This guy disabled you while you were using defense tactics Argent taught you. He's probably not going to be easy to take down."
"Wait, then why don't I stay with Mr. Argent?" Peter looked at him, his face saying obvious all on its own.
"He's been busy with things, obviously. I don't know if anyone has even called him yet."
"What about Scott's?" Stiles whined now desperately. Peter almost pitied him. Stiles had felt awkward going over after Lydia's "What the hell is a stiles?" comment. It was kind of Peter's fault to some degree, but he certainly didn't blame Peter for it… Much.
"He's your friend; they'll be expecting you to stay with him. And if they know he's currently the alpha, they'll be expecting it even more. No Scott." Peter kept his eyes on the road as he turned a corner, knowing he'd get puppy dog eyes otherwise. Stiles was surprisingly good at them. It only showed Peter more so that he'd make a good wolf. But he hated when the boy turned his skill on him. Stiles sighed and so Peter assumed it was safe to take a glance over. Wrong. So so wrong. Stiles had his head leaned back against the seat, his boy relaxed. Peter found himself staring at the smooth, alabaster skin of the boy's unwitting neck, mouth agape and eyes even starting to glow bright, fangs even threatening to come out. He shook it off, returning his attention to finding Lydia's house with the crap directions she gave him.
"Why can't I just hang out with you and Derek?" Yes! Peter rolled a ways up the street before turning into the drive way.
"I'm sorry, did I not mention the point of this is to keep you alive?" Peter smiled at Stiles insincerely as Stiles turned and gave an equally insincere laugh before turning to get out, not bothering to take his keys back. Peter planned to take his jeep. As to which Stiles thought "what the fuck?!". Apparently he didn't want Stiles running off. Still, it was messed up.
"What, no kiss?" Peter asked jokingly. To Peter's surprise Stiles actually leaned back almost half way across his seat, only to blow a raspberry directly at him as Peter started to lean in too, after hesitating. Of course… Despite all his cynicism, Peter had to admit he could be pretty gullible. He rolled his eyes as Stiles hopped out, and stepped out of the driver side. He walked up to the door, only a step behind Stiles. A middle aged pretty woman with auburn hair opened the door and smiled.
"Stiles, right? Lydia and Malia are in the Living room. And you are?" Peter smiled.
"Malia's father... And Stiles'... friend. I just want to make sure he's comfortable. It's been a pretty stressful day for him." She gave the two a nod.
"I heard. You must have been so scared. Come on in, boys. I have to tend to something in the kitchen, be right back" Ms. Martin led them into the living room, and they absconded suddenly. Lydia and Malia came quickly to hug Stiles, only for Malia to then punch his arm with a debilitating force. Stiles gave an Ah! Face and rubbed the pain away.
"Don't scare us like that!" She scolded him. Peter smiled at the trio. They really were quite entertaining.
"Now, can I trust you two to keep a close eye on him? Remember, he's tricky." Peter asked. The girls rolled their eyes.
"He doesn't run away from us." Malia turned Stiles around to face Peter with the two of them, and put her adjacent hand onto his shoulder.
"M-hm…" Peter hummed skeptically.
"We're more fun than you, Peter." Lydia drawled now, hanging on the other arm.
"Not the kind fun he can join in on."
"Once in a while, if we're feeling frisky…" The two girls smirked now, and Stiles actually blushed under Peter's glare. Before he could actually say anything, Stiles looked passed him, a troubled look crossing his face. Peter turned to see a short man, with short brown hair and wearing an Armani suit putting away a smartphone. The man caught sight of Stiles and gave a sharp civil smile.
"Hello again. Stiles was it? Didn't know you'd be joining us. Lovely to have you." When the man reached his arm passed Peter to shake Stiles' hand Peter almost bit him on instinct. He'd never felt the energy of something so wrong. What the hell was something this evil doing here?
"Hey, Mr. Martin... I didn't know you'd be here either. I got the impression you were busy." Stiles stumbled through the response awkwardly. The apparent business man smiled and put an arm around Mrs. Martin, who didn't really seem comfortable or content with the embrace, but she faked it well enough for Stiles to brush it off, and for Peter to not worry about her safety, especially seeing Lydia roll her eyes.
"I was, slightly. But I rarely get to see my loves, so now, I'm not." Now the man walked to Lydia, still beside Stiles, and stroked her hair once lightly, which she pretended not to appreciate and gave him a skeptical "What?" look. The man took out his wallet, looking through the contents carefully. "Darling, why don't you take Stiles and... Malia, is it? shopping while your mum and I spend some quality time together, hm?" He held out a black credit card for the girl, knowing the perfect way to bribe her out of the house. "Treat yourself. Be safe." The man kissed her on the head. He only shook Peter's hand and gave a quiet "Nice meeting you." Before they'd been ushered out. Once the door closed, Stiles addressed Lydia.
"Your dad seems nice enough..." Lydia shrugged in response.
"From what I've seen." Peter gave a look signaling she should go on. Stiles spoke to equal effect.
"What have you seen of him?" Lydia seemed uncomfortable talking about it but went on anyway.
"I mean, he's... Nice. He has a temper, but he's not short tempered. He seems like orders people's deaths more than a mob boss, but he's never seemed violent. I don't even really know much about him..." She seemed to want to drop the topic like boiling water. Peter wanted to persist on, but Stiles led a different route.
"I thought your mom was divorced from your dad. Some tall lanky guy, gray hair?" Lydia nodded, more amenable to talking about that situation than the mysterious man.
"Not my dad. Not that my mom ever told him that. She was pregnant with me when they got married. She told me when they divorced I wasn't his daughter, when Crowley came by the house for the first time. I always kind of knew so, I didn't care much. I feel more like Crowley is my dad than I ever felt my 'dad' was. Not that we're close. He calls mom every once and a while, and she gives me the phone so we can catch up. He's a workaholic who won't talk about work, and there's no way I'm telling him about this so, not much to catch up on. Usually, I just tell him what I've bought recently, he sends mom a check for it without telling me, and I pretend not to know about it the next time he calls." Stiles and Peter were both pretty sure that was the most they'd ever heard her say about herself at once. Malia just shrugged, already at the passenger side of Lydia's car.
"He seems pretty cool to me. Now, let's max his card. See ya later, Peter." Peter just stared at Malia as she slipped down into the car. Peter suddenly wrapped his arm around Stiles' neck as he just started toward the car, choking him just a bit, before letting go and pulling the boy in by the shirt. The proximity made Stiles uncomfortable, but not in a bad way.
"You have my number, call immediately if anything happens. Even if it's over, call and fill me in. Look out for those two. Look out for yourself. Don't piss them off, hell hath no wrath like a banshee and a were-coyote scorned, or some shit like that. If you stain or rip your shirt, just throw it out. It's a crappy shirt anyway. -" Stiles laughed, cutting off the calm rambling.
"Peter, shut up and let me go, or I'll knee you in the groin..." Peter gave a hum, straightening out the boy's over-shirt collar.
"Mr. Stilinski, always with the foreplay..." Stiles rolled his eyes and tugged his shirt free from the werewolf's grip.
"Mr. Hale, always with the crazy." Peter grinned devilishly and took a step forward as Stiles walked backward to the car, almost making the boy trip as he flinched.
"The way you said that gave me the oddest 'Don't stand so close to me' fantasy..." Stiles laughed, a bit nervously as he opened the backdoor of the car.
"Well, we can play it on the way back to my place when you pick me up later, huh?" Peter winked at him as he dropped into the car, and as Peter walked towards the jeep.
"It's a date." Peter called back. Stiles almost blushed. As they drove off, in the general direction of the mall, Malia turned to Stiles, smiling the same calculating way her father often did.
"You know, you two would make a pretty hot couple..." Stiles and Lydia shuddered aloud in unison, and Lydia began to rant on how Peter was a snake and Stiles was too good for him.