Stiles looked from Jackson to Peter and back so quickly he thought his head would topple from his shoulders. Jackson struggled to his feet and looked like he was trying to find the words to say so Stiles remained silent and crossed to his bed, sitting down. Jackson backed up to the desk, sitting on it heavily.
"He chased me through the woods," he offered hoarsely, "took off my leash and knocked me out." Peter sighed and half turned away, one hand covering his eyes. "I d-didn't want to!" Jackson exclaimed, expression desperate. "N-no one would have k-known I was gone for days…he wouldn't have stopped!" He was crying, head dropping as tears slid down. "He was stronger than me. I couldn't stop him." He buried his head in his hands. Stiles jumped up and crossed to him. He yanked Jackson into a tight hug, unable to do anything else. Jackson broke completely then, his entire frame curled and shaking in Stiles' arms.
"It's okay," he whispered, "it's going to be okay."
"I'm sorry I attacked you," Peter offered sadly. "There was no other option. You're now bonded to him, deeply, if I didn't reaffirm my control immediately it only would have gotten worse." Jackson didn't answer. Stiles frowned, for the first time feeling a slight revulsion washing through him. He glanced to Peter.
"He mated with the enemy," Peter said by way of explanation, shaking his head. Stiles held him tighter, tucking his face into Jackson's shoulder.
"You didn't have a choice," Stiles told him gently. "And even if you did…we're your pack. We're never leaving you."
"N-Never?"
"Never."
"We'll protect you," Peter murmured, drawing closer, "we'll all fight him together."
"I love you," Jackson managed thickly. He took hold of Peter's wrist as he hugged Stiles. "I love you both."

Jackson slowly calmed himself down and Stiles eventually released him.
"How bout a nice hot shower?" Stiles suggested, rubbing his arms. Jackson nodded.
"Sounds pretty good." Stiles walked with him to the bathroom, Jackson still sniffling weakly.
"I'll bring you some towels, and Peter and I are right down the hall. You have nothing to be afraid of."
"Do you think he's angry with me?" Jackson whispered, catching Stiles' elbow.
"No," Stiles said. "He's angry, but not with you."
"All this time I've been looking for somewhere to belong," Jackson admitted on another whisper, "and now that I have it…I don't think I can lose it."
"You're not going to lose us. We're not letting you go." Jackson smiled heartbreakingly.
"Yeah okay," he muttered. "Do you have something to eat?" his hand hovered over his abs, "I'm like…starving."
"Pizza?" Jackson nodded. "Okay," Stiles murmured. "Shower's in there. I'll bring you some towels and hopefully the pizza will be here when you get out."
"Thank you Stiles." Jackson nodded again, swiping at his eyes before ducking into the bathroom. Stiles went to the end of the hall and grabbed towels before carrying them into the bathroom and setting them on the sink. He left the swirling steam and went back to his room.
"Is he alright?" Peter asked. Stiles half shrugged.
"He thinks you're angry with him. He's worried he's going to lose us."
"I want to kill Derek for this." Stiles nodded in agreement. "On a level I can almost understand it…I wanted revenge enough to kill my own blood. But I don't think he understands what he's done. Or he does. Fuck. I don't know." Stiles eyes widened. He wasn't used to Peter swearing. That was certainly a curveball. "If he wanted to worm his way into our pack, past our defenses, he's done that. But it's so much more." He paced to the window and back, running a hand through his hair again. "Mating is serious. There's a reason it requires both members to bite."
"How bad is it?" Stiles asked quietly.
"It can't be undone. They're bonded for life."
"Shit," Stiles exhaled.

Jackson looked better after his shower and he and Stiles took the bed, pizzas between them, while Peter scooted over the computer chair. "I got one cheese and one with everything. I figured we could all just pick and choose what we want."
"Well it smells amazing," Jackson supplied, opening the top box.
"Good idea Stiles." Stiles flushed. He nearly expected a joke from Jackson, frowning when the other boy remained silent. They ate in a reasonably comfortable silence.
"So what are we going to do?" Stiles questioned when only half a pizza remained. No one spoke.
"We need to try and get to Scott. If we can sway him to our side Derek will be left defenseless," he glanced to Jackson, "mostly defenseless."
"Might not be too bad," Stiles said. "He told me he didn't want to fight anymore. He's never been particularly violent anyways."
"He's with the lacrosse team," Jackson added, picking at the comforter on Stiles' bed. "And Derek," he paused, eyes closing, "will probably be trying to get to him too."
"You think he'll threaten Scott?" Stiles questioned, looking to Peter.
"I think at this point Derek will be willing to do anything. He's lost the only family he had left. The way he sees it he's got nothing to lose."
"He's volatile," Stiles supplied.
"Derek has always acted first and thought later." Peter sighed. "Scott might be in danger."

They debated what to do. Protecting Scott was definitely a priority but bringing Jackson was a bad idea. They couldn't leave him alone either. Peter going alone after Scott wasn't a great idea of course.
"Okay," Jackson cut in, "I'll just go with you. We don't need to freak out. It's not a huge deal. I'll have you two with me. I'll be alright." Stiles frowned but looked to Peter. He was the alpha. The decision was his.
"You keep back," Peter said. "Stiles and I will deal with Derek."
"Okay," Jackson agreed. "Let's go."
"Yeah," Stiles agreed slowly, hands falling to his hips. "Let's go attack the psychopathic werewolf…why does that sound familiar?"
"At least I'm on your side this time," Peter said with a tense smile.
"Yeah you are stronger," Stiles muttered, chewing on his lip.
"We should go." It was more an order than anything else and Peter walked to the window before jumping down. Stiles let Jackson go before following. At some point Peter had gotten Jackson's keys and he got in without another word. Jackson squeezed in the back seat and Stiles got in the front, Peter taking off before his door was closed. "Where are they?"
"Just outside Eureka." Peter drove so fast Stiles wasn't sure how he was doing it. Even his enhanced vision was blurred. Just under ten minutes Jackson was leaning forward.
"Stop, stop," he breathed. Peter pulled to the side of the road.
"What?" he asked, tone clipped.
"It's…Derek. I can feel him."
"He's close?" Peter murmured, cutting the engine. Jackson inhaled slowly.
"Very."
"Stiles, let's go. Jackson…try to stay here, won't you?"
"Not going anywhere," Jackson breathed, hands clenched in his lap. Stiles shot him what he hoped was a reassuring glance before getting out.

Peter rounded the front of the car, taking Stiles by the shoulders. Stiles fell into the side of the Porsche as his body went boneless at the contact.
"Stay close to me and if things get bad for God's sakes get back to the car and get Jackson out of here. Understand?"
"U-uhm," Stiles was nodding before he began speaking, "yeah. Yeah okay." Worry gripped him suddenly with frigid fingers. "Everything's going to be okay, right?" Peter touched his forehead to Stiles'.
"It's going to be fine. We're going to get Scott and get out of here. Everything will be fine." He slid the car keys into Stiles' jacket pocket. "You ready?" Stiles moved his hands up to Peter's shoulders, steadying himself.
"One second," he breathed, leaning closer. He kissed Peter softly, quickly. Peter's hands moved down Stiles' ribs and gripped tighter. "Okay," Stiles said into his lips. "Let's go." Peter stepped back, his hands falling away. He closed his eyes, the irises glowing red when he opened them again.
"Stay close," he repeated. Stiles nodded. Peter tilted his head back, sniffing at the air. The next moment he was running. Sending up a quick prayer, Stiles followed his path. He wasn't sure where they were and he supposed it didn't matter. Speckled moonlight made its way through the trees; it was more than enough for Stiles to see. He tried to follow Peter exactly, even though his movements weren't as graceful. Peter nearly ran on all fours. Stiles didn't really know how to describe it. He just…moved. It was when he jerked to a stop that Stiles nearly slammed into him. Scott's sent suffused him and it took him another second to locate his best friend. Scott stood in a small clearing, indecision apparent in each inch of his body. His arms hung limp at his sides, feet slightly apart, his head did not rise at their arrival.
"Scott," Stiles breathed, stepping forward. Peter growled ferociously, throwing out an arm to stop him. "Are you okay?" Stiles demanded, Peter's arm curling around him.
"He's fine," Derek said silkily, pacing behind the first ring of trees. "I wouldn't hurt Scott. And he knows that…don't you Scott?"
"Yeah," Scott replied, the word barely leaving his lips. Scott still didn't look up. Stiles thought he looked like a scolded puppy.
"Scott," he murmured, "what did he do to you?"
"I didn't do anything," Derek said. "I only explained the situation."
"Scott please…you're my best friend." Scott finally looked at him, grimacing.
"Really? Because you betrayed me," his gaze skirted to Peter, "for him."

A/N: I don't know how I got this up so fast. I really don't.

Also, I'm sorry for making Derek such a douche. I'm not planning on him being the bad guy forever…

Still only have vague plans, glad you guys are along for the ride. :3

Thanks for reading.