I do not own Teen Wolf.

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Scott wiped the sleep from his eyes as he entered the spare room. He was too freaking tired for this. Chris had insisted that they confront his psychotic sister right then and there.

Scott left Derek in charge of setting the living room up for the impromptu sleepover. It was Derek's house and it wasn't like Scott had any experience with weird werewolf cuddle sessions. The closest he'd ever come to a sleep over was when either he or Stiles crashed at the other's house while playing video games. Plus it didn't hurt that Derek had to deal with organizing teenage chaos instead of probably trying to kill Kate. Again.

Speaking of the she-devil. Kate sat like a Queen in the middle of the empty room. Scott didn't quite understand how she could look dignified with her hands cuffed behind her back and trussed up with rope. It kind of seemed like Stiles and Erica went a little overboard. Note to self, keep them away from each other in the future.

Chris followed Scott into the room, cool as a cucumber. God, that sounded like something his mom would say. He rubbed tiredly at his face again as Chris greeted his sister, "Kate."

"Chris," Kate replied, surprisingly pleasant, "It's been too long big brother." Kate's façade fell along with her bogus smile when her gaze met Allison's. The younger huntress was standing in the doorway with a crossbow aimed at her aunt's heart. Kate mockingly asked Chris, "Are we going to play good-cop bad-cop now?"

"Cut the crap Kate," Chris barked at her, "How'd you do it? How did you come back from the dead?"

"Ooh, I'm so scared." Kate sarcastically told him. "What are you going to do, torture the truth out of me? We all know you don't have the balls." Chris gritted his teeth in anger.

"My dad might still care enough not to hurt you; but I'm not afraid of a little blood." Allison spoke up from the doorway. Scott paused to remember the sweet shy transfer student he'd met two years ago. She had turned into such a badass. It was kinda hot.

"Look at you, all grown up." Kate's voice had a disturbing level of pride in it. "You're a credit to the Argent name."

Allison blanched at the unwanted praised. Chris looked none too happy either. "Well I guess if I can't beat it, I might as well embrace our family's …darker nature." She continued dropping the cross bow and nonchalantly leaned against the door frame. "According to the code; you are my responsibility. To deal with as I see fit."

Kate laughed at her niece's posturing. "Kill me then 'cause I'm not telling you anything." Kate chirped, her insanity blazing in her eyes. "Of course, you wouldn't know if I'd just come back again."

Chris, who had lost his temper long ago, ineffectively punched the wall. Scott winced at the newly created hole. They had just finished the renovations. Trying to avoid any more damage to the room Scott suggested, "We should leave this for tomorrow. We can let her stew in here until she's ready to talk." Chris nodded at the young alpha.

Allison was obviously not as happy with the compromise. Scott heard Kate scream before he even realized that Allison had shot an arrow. "Don't worry , you won't die." She told her aunt, "There is just enough wolf's bane to keep you from healing." Well, there went the carpet.

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Scott was glad it hadn't worked out between him and Allison. She was scary. He was sort of worried for Isaac's health. He had told Derek what had happened. The older man groaned over the repairs they'd have to make. The sooner they built the holding cells in the basement, the better.

Scott also gave Stiles the low down after he grabbed a sleeping bag for atop a precarious pile of blankets. "Maybe sadism is like an Argent family curse. Dude, you dodged a bullet when Allison dumped you."

"Hey!"

"Sorry."

"Nah, I was thinking the same thing earlier." Scott confided laying his bag between Kira's neat bedding and Stiles nest.

"I'm worried about Isaac." Stiles told Scott seriously.

"Shut up you guys." Isaac called over to them. He, like the other werewolves, could hear every word of the whispered conversation. They heard Isaac's half mumbled reply to a question Allison asked, "Don't worry about it."

Stiles told Scott, "The bedrooms better be sound proof!"

"Definitely." Scott nodded keeping up with his bro's ability to jump tracks.

"Yeah, no one wants to hear you and Malia." Jackson called out.

"Why Jackson, what an odd thing to focus on. I'm flattered; but I don't swing that way." The other teens laughed at Stiles jokes. Scott's last thought before sleep took him was about he loved his pack.

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Scott was decidedly uncomfortable when he woke the next morning. His back was sore from sleeping on the hardwood floor and he was way too hot. Half asleep he realized couldn't even move. Kira was laying pretty much on top of him and Stile had his head uncomfortably in Scott's gut and a hand in his face.

Scott tried to roll his head away from Stiles' hand and realized that both Derek and Isaac had the heads on either side of his. That was a little too creepy for him that early in the morning. He blinked a couple of times to clear away the lingering sleepiness. He gently moved Kira and Stiles off of himself and slowly sat up.

That was an interesting tid-bit of wolfy lore. It seemed no matter where the wolves had fallen asleep the previous night, they had moved to circle him. Malia was on the other side of Stiles wrapped around him. Liam was curled up around Scott's feet and Brett had an arm looped around the boy's middle. Scott internally chuckled, what he wouldn't give to have a camera.

On Stiles' other side lay his alternate self at a sort of catty-corner. Next to him was Laura who slept facing her brother. Derek had Braeden on his left and then there was Isaac. He couldn't be all that comfortable with Erica and Boyd resting the heads on one of his thighs and Allison asleep on his arm. Talk about poor blood circulation problems. Cora had her head on Boyd's shoulder opposite of Erica.

Scott Smile when he noticed Allison and Lydia holding each other's hands in sleep. Aiden was playing Lydia's big spoon. Ethan mirrored his brother with Danny. The twin's had slept back to back. Jackson was sleeping on Danny's stomach much the way Stiles had been sleeping on Scott's. That completed the circle down by Scott's feet.

Lexie was still asleep on the couch nearest Genim and Laura. He hoped she'd have recovered during the night. He studied the broken displaced pack. Thinking about it, the way his pack had arranged themselves said a lot about their dynamic. He wondered how Liam's best friend Mason and Brett's younger sister Lori would fit in. How would Peter? Last night's stress was back.

Scott heard a sizzling from the kitchen and smelt the rich aromas of breakfast food. His stomach growled reminding him of why he'd woken up in the first place. He shifted carefully out of his sleeping bag trying not to wake anyone. It was surprisingly easy for being surrounded by werewolves.

Scott shouldn't have been that shocked when he noticed Derek watching him. Still, it almost gave him a heart attack. Derek smirked at him no doubt hearing Scott's racing heart. The former alpha raised a finger to his lips indicating he didn't want to wake the others. Derek's face held a level of peace Scott had never seen on the man before.

Scott idly wondered when had been the last time Derek had been able to completely relax. It sounded like the Hales used to do this a lot but that was years ago. Before the fire. Having finally experienced the comfort of the pack, his family, all around him; Scott couldn't imagine what it was like for Derek. Missing such a huge piece of what defined a person and wolf must have been devastating. Scott was filled with a new understanding of the sour wolf.

Derek gestured with a lift of his chin towards the kitchen. Scott listened for a minute picking up voice that hadn't been in the house when the pack had fallen asleep last night. Panic briefly overwhelmed him. He hadn't heard people enter the den. His pack could have been in danger.

With just one breath the previous calm came back to Scott. He might not have been paying attention but Derek had. That was part of being pack, trusting others to watch your back and pick up the slack. Derek wasn't worried and he had the most to be concerned about. The man's pack had been decimated from his negligence and their murderer was currently in the house. He knew all too well what could happen to their young pack. Yet there Derek was lying on the ground with a relatively gigantic smile (for the sour wolf) on his face. The man had really come a long way since he had first met Scott.

Scott ambled into the kitchen to see just who had stopped by. He stop to stare at the aprons the Sheriff and Mr. Argent were wearing as they helped prepare breakfast. Scott pinched himself to make sure this wasn't one of those weird, randomly surreal dreams. He shook himself out of his thoughts.

Scott noticed his mom was wearing an apron too when he bent down to give her a good morning kiss on the cheek. It wasn't so unusual for Melissa to wear one on the rare occasion she had time to cook. She was the probably the one who had insisted the two widowed bachelors wear them. It was actually right up Melissa's alley to hand them the frilly kind when Scott knew their were more masculine aprons in the same closet. He shook his head not giving anything way.

The three parents were cooking a mountain of pancakes, sausages and scrambled eggs. Not for the first time Scott was glad for the eight burner stove. Along the bar sized island the other 'Adults' in the supernatural-know sat nursing cups of coffee. He greeted them. Deaton was back along with the Yukimuras. Surprise, surprise, Ms. Morell had shown up too. Deputy Parish waved at him and pointed to two pink boxes, "I brought donuts."

"We've found some interesting information." Noshiko started telling Scott.

"Hold that thought." Scott told her walking passed them into the back rooms on the other side of the kitchen. He was interested in what she had to say but nature was calling him to the bathroom.

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By the time Scott had got back from his bathroom break, which really hadn't taken long at all, there was a line to use the toilet. The parents had finished breakfast and moved into the much bigger dining room. Despite the size of the room, it was still a little cramped. Thirty-one people were supposed to crowd around a table meant for twenty, at most. There were a number of fold-up chairs from outside and a small coffee table pushed against a corner to make due.

Ito Satome had dropped by and she had brought Lori with her. That was a mix bag. The Japanese woman was the most experience werewolf in the room, as she had been bit sometime before world war two. However Braeden and the Argents, who were werewolf hunter, were at the little summit. Few wolves tolerated them, even on good days. On top of that Ito had recently lost a good majority of her pack to hunters. Brett, one of her few surviving pack members had decided to join Scott. Lori was still too young to decide so she lived with Ito since her parents had been killed. The girl would probably follow her brother when she got older. Then there was the latest revelation of interference in Cora's past. Laura and Derek were giving the old lady the stink eye, despite her past friendship their mother Talia. Not to mention Ito didn't get along well with kitsune in general and Noshiko specifically. To say Scott wasn't pleased to see the other alpha, was an understatement, if just for the headache she caused.

"Good morning Alpha McCall." Ito said as Scott entered the room. Laura of all people handed him a plate. He took the empty seat left for him at the head of the table. He wasn't sure how he felt about that.

"Good Morning to you too, Alpha Satome." Scott followed her lead. Peter and Derek had been trying to drill werewolf customs and protocols into him. Unfortunately some of them didn't take. It was pretty dry stuff. It wasn't like common werewolf knowledge. Only the really old wolf packs followed them anyway. Dereck said it was better to be the one being offended, in that case, then the one offending.

"Morning everyone," Scott said greeting his own pack. It was hard for him to make eye contact with most of his pack. The dining table flared out on the sides, which made it difficult to see anyone who sat in the middle of table but made it easier to see the other end.

Scott was pretty surprised at the line up around the table. Directly across from Scott, at the other end, sat Morell and Deaton. Ito was surrounded on her left by Melissa and Parish on her right. That was probably for the best, next to Deaton, those two exuded the most calming influence. On Parish other side was the Sheriff. To the side of Morell was Noshiko followed by Ken and Kira. Sitting right next to Kira was Allison. That was pretty weird for Scott as the two girls rarely chose to be around one another. Allison sat next to Chris and on his other side was Braeden, a fellow hunter. Obviously they had arranged themselves according to specialty and alliances.

On the other side of the table was Scott's pack. To Scott's left were Derek and his previous beta's; Isaac, Erica, Boyd, and Cora in that order. Stiles as his best friend sat on Scott's right. Malia came next, followed by Lydia, the twins, and Danny. Jackson was hiding on Danny's right in no man's' land, i.e. the middle of the table. Scott was glad to see that Lexie was finally awake sitting between Jackson and Braeden. Across from them sat the other two dimension hoppers. Laura sat next to her sister and Genim was next to the sheriff.

Poor Brett and Liam were pouting at the "kids" table with Lori. Scott sympathized with them. He'd much rather have them up at the conference table than the twins. Or at least Aiden and Jackson. Unfortunately they hadn't spent enough time with the pack to rank.

There was a quiet at the table as people ate. "So," Scott finally asked, "Who wants to get this party started?"

Ito raised an eyebrow at his blasé attitude but held her piece. Deaton thankful decide to help get things moving, "Why don't we start with the facts then move from there?"

"Ok," Scott agreed. His pack took turns speaking about what they all had learned the previous day.

"We'd recently received new information that a couple of hunter's had cornered Peter near the old Hale House." Genim replied to a question Ito asked, "They hadn't been able achieve their target because they were unable to find him. My pack was making for the reserve when we were attacked by the county sheriffs." He stopped when his alternate father stiffened.

Laura continued his tale, "We fled back here taking heavy damage. I supposed we could hold up in the house." She looked around the room at the walls not really seeing them. "One last stand. They killed Isaac. There were more hidden in the ruins. Then flash-bang, we're here."

There was silence after her pronouncement. Then Lydia broke it, "You should know that their alpha was and alternate version of Peter." Many of the faces around the table darkened. They already made snap judgements about the situation based on that one piece of information.

"Don't rush to any conclusions." Scott found himself warning, "Lots of things in the other universe are very different from ours. Genim told me that they trust their alpha. He is, or was, the legal guardian of guardian of Isaac, Lexie, and Genim. From their reaction to this world's Peter, I can honestly say he isn't too much like theirs." Some of Scott's pack grinned at the memory of last night's confrontation.

"Speaking of Peter…" Erica changed the subject.

"Yes, what of Peter?" Morell asked.

Scott nodded for Derek group to talk about the Kate incident. "She won't tell us how she came back to life;" Allison finished telling them, "but I've been having nightmares about her for months."

"Prophetic dreams?" Morell asked.

Deaton answered her, "I led Scott, Stiles, and Allison through a ritual to find their parents when the Darach took them. As I have told you before." Deaton held her eyes for a second. "All three had disturbing dreams. These dreams have heralded supernatural events."

"What events?" Jon Stilinsky asked.

"Scott's dreams were concerned with his overcoming the darker elements werewolves have to face within themselves. By overcoming his violent impulses he showed himself a true alpha capable of defeating a very powerful, mad Deucalion. Stiles' dreams had to do with the escape of a nogitsune, a dark, supernatural creature that thrives on chaos and destruction. Luckily he also overcame his possessor by facing his worst nightmares."

Allison asked self-consciously Deaton, "Does that make Kate my trial?"

"Possibly." Deaton told her honestly, "However we don't know what exactly you are supposed to face within yourself. Scott and Stiles' weren't literal interpretations of their external and internal battles." Allison didn't look reassured by this.

"I have been told that Ms. Argent was murder by Peter's own hand." Ito volunteered, "If his claws penetrated her spinal cord he may have unknowingly turned her into a werewolf."

"She isn't a wolf." Cora told the older woman.

Ken quietly asked, "What do you mean?"

"She smells like a dead cat." Malia informed him.

"Cat shape-shifters aren't an uncommon myth and legends tell of Jaguar people throughout the Americas." Ito told the group.

"Yes," Laura said dismissively, "But where has she been all this time. The Change would've happened by the following full moon, if it's anything like with werewolves. It seems like you all had no idea, for what? A year? Two?" That was a disturbing thought. Kate Argent left unchecked for two long years.

"By the way, both her and Peter are here. We're holding them captive." Stiles pointed out the Pack's productivity.

"They're here?" Noshiko asked looking at her daughter. Kira slid down her seat.

"Yeah," Erica spoke up. "They didn't come quietly."

Boyd uncharacteristically corrected, "Peter didn't fight, he just wanted to be difficult."

"Kate on the other hand wasn't happy with us at all." Cora told them.

Breaden said, "I had to put a couple of tranqs in her before we could get her cloths back on. And she still fought us."

"There are just some things that will scar you for the rest of your life." Cora shuddered. Scott didn't want to even imagine. Peter, her uncle, with Kate and that smell. He gagged, again.

It was time for Scott to change the subject. "Aiden, Ethan, you said you had some information on this."

Ethan started, "You know that bar outside town that caters to our kind, Willy's. Well, they have a bounty on Kate's head. It's a lot of money, has to be a hunter family."

"A wendigo told us that he'd seen Kate as far back as two months ago. No one believed him because everyone knew Peter had killed her." Aiden said. "A lot of the greater SN community took a month's vacation. You know, celebration of her passing. She wasn't a popular lady."

"That and they were afraid of Argent retaliation. No one decided to give any of us the memo in either case." Ethan wrapped up. "There was absolutely nothing on the possibility of going to another universe."

"I don't know about that. Willy seemed a little tense at the idea." Aiden argued with his brother.

Ethan wouldn't concede his point, "Yeah, that's 'cause Willy's a rat. He always looks tense when people ask him questions."

"He does flinch a lot, like someone is gonna punch him," Aiden allowed, "Did you ever notice that he's more afraid of girls."

"Yeah, weird huh." Ethan agreed.

"Guys as interesting as that is, is there anything else, like, important?" Scott asked them rolling his eyes at their squabbling.

"Sorry boss-man." The twin said in stereo. As disturbing as that was, Scott wondered if he could get Genim and Stiles to do it too.

"We have something similar to add." Noshiko told the group.

Ken said, "The intuitives are nervous." The pack looked at Lydia who shrugged. Ken continued oblivious to the teenagers, "They say there have been multiple disturbances."

"Does this including the Nemeton's awakening?" Deaton asked the man.

Noshiko answered, "Since then. Our sources weren't talking about the other supernatural events we've faced recently, either. The disturbances aren't dark, light, or anything in-between. One of our contacts said, 'alien.'"

"Cool, as in spaceships and lasers." Stiles questioned excitedly. Scott full on face-palmed for everyone to see.

"Unfortunately, I think they meant more like out of the known universe. Not out of this world, Stiles." Ken let him down easily. "I believe they were referring to our visitors."

"Multiple disturbances?" The sheriff clarified.

Noshiko nodded, "Two to be exact."

"Maybe I can elaborate." Morell told the group. "I felt two huge magical pulses."

"You didn't think to share this information earlier?" Derek questioned her harshly.

"I am telling you now." Morell stared coldly back. "One occurred last night at the sun set. The other was a little over one week ago, in the early morning."

"That's about when the hunter's last saw our alpha," Lexie spoke for the first time.

"Does anyone smell something weird?" Isaac asked suddenly. Talk about random and a little worrying.

"Yeah, this is a little fishy." Style said, but the werewolves ignored him understanding Isaac had been talking literally.

"I can't smell anything over Kate's funk." Erika told him.

Malia took a large inhale, her mouth open, "No, I smell it too. It's similar to Kate but it reminds me of bear."

"Dead bear?" Cora asked her cousin.

"Wait I hear people moving around outside." Jackson told them his eye's closed, head cocked.

Scott, Derek, and Genim were already in motion by the time they heard the tinkling of breaking glass.