There is no Place like home - Part 3

The pack-house rippled with a shockwave. It felt like a bomb had gone off. Erica raced to the window, wondering what the fuck was going on. This was not planned that was for damn sure. The message they'd received from Derek was it would be one more week before they would arrive back home. Also, she sent up a prayer to Stiles for keeping them safe. She was guessing he was the reason the grenades and bombs were rippling over the roof. The only effect the bombs were having were the pretty color light show.

"What the hell? GET UP! We're under attack." Erica yelled, wanting all the pack awake so they could plan.

Lydia was well aware of the attack. Peter and Chris had found her earlier to say the sensors had picked up the attackers on the perimeter. Now, whilst they were safe at the pack-house, they couldn't say the same for the Sheriff. She had agreed with them and made sure they grabbed plenty of weapons. Peter wanted weapons with a longer reach than his fangs and claws. He wasn't averse to fighting up close but there was no reason, to leave it up to fate. Plus, he didn't know where the hunters had been.

John got his clue about an attack when a blast rocked the wall of the jail. He was the last one one in the office as per usual. He didn't panic seeing the wall reduced to rubble. He smashed the glass case on the weapons. He aimed steady, firing at anyone in a black ski mask. It wasn't like he was lacking for targets.

If they wanted to kill him. He didn't have to make it easy. He heard two more people join him. He recognised the snark of Peter and Chris coming to join him. It seemed not even a mini invasion could stop them snarking at each other. It was comforting in a bizarre way.

"What in the blue hell is going on?" John demanded to know from the beta pair.

Peter shrugged even as he was firing his weapon. "The council have decided to wipe us off the map it would seem."

It didn't make any sense, things had been calm for two months. In fact, Beacon Hills was too quiet. John hated the quiet, Melissa had been a rock keeping him sane. He was getting a regular update on Stiles but it sucked not to be with his son. Stiles would speak to him daily, at the same time using a mirror system. It was all a little too Harry Potter but John didn't care. Every time John closed his eyes, he could still see Stiles' blood. It was those regular little talks that stopped him going crazy.

Stiles had explained it as, FaceTime for the Fae.

So that didn't explain why someone was trying to turn downtown Beacon Hills into a war zone. Chris shot at the soldiers racing through the breach in the wall.

"Why now?" John shouted over the sound of the bullets.

Peter sighed. "Derek and Stiles are out of town."

John groaned. "So it is a power play?"

Peter snarled as he took out two of the hunters, trying to sneak attack with claws in the throat. "It would be the perfect time to attack."

This was a sneak attack. Done with the full attention of taking out their pack. It was flattering in one way but oh, so dangerous in another. This was the last time they would make this statement before Peter went on a hunting trip of his own. He was sure Stiles would come with him.

The hunting council hadn't cared about the Hale Pack when it was just a few pitiful members. It was a case of they had amassed too much power, too quick for the Hunters' liking. Hence the fear.

The soldiers were coming too fast. They retreated into his office. It was not a great choice but easier to defend. It wasn't getting any better. Where were they getting all these men?

John spared a prayer, hoping like crazy he would get to see his son again. Their ammo was running low, it wouldn't take long for the situation to come to a head.

"The ward is down, you can come on through." A voice shouted outside the office. So they had a magic user on the council. Typical that the racist gits wouldn't practice what they preach.

A lady in black leather came through. Chris groaned as this was perfect. Susan Van Wylder was in town. The head of the council got a bright idea and wanted to see it executed. The excessive amount of men made sense now. She was old money and swimming in it. She would think nothing of hiring a whole army of cannon fodder if it would get her close to her agenda.

She tutted at him, even as she had two guns pointed at him. "Chris, it is such a shame you decided to consort with animals."

Chris rolled his eyes, "You sound like my father."

Peter grinned, "I was so glad when he died." Knowing that Gerard was no doubt a friend of the crazy bitch.

Van Wylder growled, "He was a great man, a visionary."

Peter, Chris, and John were stuck between a rock and a hard place. They had to bandy words with the crazy woman to buy the time. John asked her something that was bugging him. "Are you the one responsible for my son's shooting?"

Susan shrugged, "Well, it was my husband throwing money at the problem. He decided he liked the Deadpool idea so reinstigated it."

Chris was using this little chat to move his knife into an optimal position. It was going to be dicey. He wouldn't risk it until the odds were more favourable.

He could have smirked and shouted with joy. In fact, it took great patience on John's, Peter's and his part not to react. There was a nasty surprise in wait just behind her. Chris couldn't wait to see how this played out. It was going to be fun.

Peter encouraged the evil monologue, "We're just a little pack."

"You have a Fae, Alpha mate who is running around unchecked," She sneered.

John frowned, "Is that a comment on my parenting?"

Peter tutted, "You know how it is. Everyone thinks they can tell you how to raise your kids. On the plus side, they didn't take your memories like my sister did."

Chris growled, "Let's not talk about that right now. I'm sure we're boring Ms. Van-Wylder."

The woman in question rolled her eyes, "I have all the time in the world. You will be dead soon enough and I have the other assassins working on taking down the blasted shield."

Stiles looked at Derek who was standing behind the bitch. Stiles gave Derek a look that said, can I play? John watched his son-in-law grin back. It was the type of communication to make your teeth ache. You don't see it in couples who had been together for fifty years.

Derek's nod was all Stiles was waiting for. With mischief in his eyes, he yanked his arms up in the air, with a swift motion. As a result, she watched as her weapons dangled in the air.

She whirled around and paled seeing the dangerous man standing in front of her. This was the Fae responsible for protecting the beast standing next to him. He fancied himself in love with the Alpha by all accounts. She didn't see how. What she could see were all her plans in tatters.

"You were shot," she stuttered.

Stiles shrugged, "Yep, and it hurt like a son of a bitch. I got better. Thanks for asking."

She shouted, "Not possible, you are weak to iron."

Stiles snickered, "Well, your boy didn't do his job then."

Peter and the others, had moved out of the office, seeing it was safe to do so. "Hey, son it is good to see you. They said the pack was in trouble."

Stiles hugged his Dad, "Yeah I know. It is okay because the assassins there are about to receive a shock."

Wylder hissed, "I found a member of the summer court who would unweave your precious ward."

Stiles started to chuckle. He did make a note to find the Fae responsible and make them pay. It could be a grandma-grandson bonding time. "I wasn't talking about the wards I set up. When I defend I always go on the attack. I called the Wild Hunt to help me take the trash out."

"You won't get away with this?" She hissed with fury.

Stiles smirked, "The only reason you are alive is you are going to take the fall for all this. And, my Dad will be disappointed in me if I kill you in his office."

John snorted, "Yeah kiddo. It makes my job ten times harder. Go, take Peter with you. Derek, Chris and I will clear this up with the authorities."

It made the most sense as they all had badges, it was more awkward explaining Peter and Stiles' presence. They had to move quick so he looked at Peter. "You ready for a run?"

Peter looked like all his Christmases had come at once, "The hunt are here?"

Stiles ran out with him, "Yep, I declared open season on hunters within Beacon Hills."

"What are we waiting for?" Peter asked, switching to beta form to run faster. Stiles stopped him, seeing as they were in a dead spot where no one could see them. He decided to transport them the Fae way. It had the added advantage of taking them into the house directly. A neat way to avoid the would-be attackers who had laid siege to the house.

TEENWOLF*TEENWOLF

Blasts rocked the house but all bounced harmlessly off an invisible shield. It was strange. The pack could have sat out on the veranda and enjoyed the pretty colors. They could have but they were not reckless, well, Lydia wouldn't let them be. It was for that reason Peter had put her in charge.

They watched from the windows, looking for any sign of Chris, Peter or the Sheriff. All were glad Melissa was doing a shift at the hospital. Scott had sent her a text message to stay visible. The assassins had a determination to succeed even if they didn't have the brains to match.

"I mean one bomb fails, let's send twenty more." Allison snarked.

Lydia grinned, "They're idiots, sweetie."

"Perhaps," Stiles started, "They think I make weak wards."

The pack froze. All were currently looking through the window. They heard the voice of their Alpha. It sounded good and strong. Way better than the last time they had seen him. That was for damn sure. The pause was for a mere second before they rushed at him.

Peter smiled seeing the pack happy but it would be temporary until they were all safe. "Where is this surprise?"

Stiles smirked, "Well, they always say the devil is always in the details."

Jackson was wary. He had seen that look on Stiles' face one too many times going through school. It led to chaos. "Yeah, what did you do?"

"I asked for McNamara and his pack to drag them to hell."

Stiles realised they didn't see the connection. He forgot they wouldn't know the pack by name. They had met Wodan the Head of the Hunt. Well, it was about time they got to meet one of his favorite lieutenants, McNamara. He was the lead Hellhound and his Nana liked him enough to invite him to all her parties.

"Stiles the preserve is on fire!"

Stiles snorted, "No, it is not Scotty. Say hello to the extended cousins. They are like you guys except their fur comes in flame."

The screams started then, the bullets the attackers sprayed around were useless. They found themselves in a nightmare of their own making. Stiles stood surrounded by the pack as they watched the hellhounds settle things.

Less than five minutes later, the matter was over. The assassins and attackers were all dead. The betas joined in with the howl of the hellhounds. To others, the howl would be blood-curdling. To the pack, it spoke of victory over their enemies.

There was one hunter left alive. Alive was pushing it they were in a sorry state. Too bad, Stiles didn't want to help them. They were not mortal wounds so Stiles wasn't going to waste his energies on the idiot. He had one purpose in his pathetic life. It was to send a message.

Stiles stepped out of the house, flanked by the pack. He suspected they would be like Derek and sticking to his ass like glue for awhile. He was okay with it as he knew he'd scared them.

"Do you know why you are still breathing?" Stiles asked his voice light but nonetheless full of menace. He made it sound like his continued breathing was a privilege, not a right.

"To send a message." He rasped out. He didn't like his odds and hoped he was the messenger.

Peter could see the hope in his eyes. Self-preservation was a marvellous thing and kicked in for the asshole. The hunter would make any bargain with the creatures he hated just to survive. Peter couldn't let the weasel of a man think he had any bargaining power. "Who said he has to be alive for you to send a message?"

Stiles smirked as he and Peter had binge watched every Hannibal season. He could indulge the beta, "Yeah, you just want to practice your carving technique. Derek said it was a bad idea to let you watch Hannibal."

Peter smiled, "You are not wrong."

The hunter stuttered out, "What do you want of me?"

Stiles smirked, "You are to tell the Council that I am setting a ward around Beacon Hills. Anyone who comes into our territory with ill intent towards my pack. Well, they will die in the slowest possible way."

He'd been thinking about this ward for a while. It would drain his power for days but it would be worth it. Stiles couldn't explain where the extra protective instinct was coming from.

The hunter scoffed, "No one can do it."

Stiles figured with the shooting, it was time to embrace his birthright. "Sweetcheeks, I'm the Winter-Court Prince. I can set the ward with ease."

The hunter paled further which none of them thought possible. Then Stiles wrinkled his nose in disgust. He felt sorry for the betas, the stink of urine would be way sharper on their enhanced senses. "They won't listen."

Stiles didn't doubt it would take a few deaths for the message to hit home. He would warn the guy because he could be nice when he wanted to be. So he explained,

"If they ask, tell them this ... The person will die feeling like their insides are boiling. They will gasp for breath as the oxygen starvation kicks in and they will not be able to ask for help."

The pack knew their Alpha was serious. This was protection and the freedom to be who they wanted to be when they were home. It was the best gift the betas could ever ask for.

TEENWOLF*TEENWOLF

Stiles made breakfast for the betas. He made it for them but forewent it himself. He'd been feeling sick for the last few days. He hated getting sick as he so rarely did it.

Not wanting to smell the food, he went into the living room where he found Peter with a morning paper. "Why are you not eating?"

Stiles snorted, "How about because I don't feel like throwing up?"

Peter hummed as he read the next headline. Stiles knew that tone, it was the asshole tone of someone who knew more than the other. He knew the tone because he often used it. His stomach felt queasy and he wasn't in the mood to play.

"Out with it Peter?"

Peter put his paper down, " Could you be pregnant?"

Stiles freaking out began in earnest. He could be, couldn't he? It wasn't unheard of for powerful male Fae. He would need to check with the royal physician first. Then he would deal with everything else after.