Spell of Forthcoming's Spent
Chapter 5: Threats by a Stiles
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf, or the Characters.
Peter looked up from his place on the couch when he heard the door click open. He had heard the cruiser coming from down the street, but didn't want to freak the sheriff out by standing out on the porch as he pulled up.
"John," Peter greeted with a warm smile and a warmer tone. He would even go as far as to say the smile reached his eyes, and his tone reached into his heart. What these Stilinski's did to him was unimaginable. But when he saw the look on the sheriff's face it fell. "Oh no. What happened?"
John crumpled into his arm chair, his head falling into his hands. "We found her," his voice came out as more of a croak. Peter couldn't ask if she was alive. It just wasn't something you ask. "She was alive." Peter frowned. "Brutally beaten and raped. Several times… to many times. They had her for forty-eight hours. Her parents lied to us about when she was abducted. They didn't even realize when she went missing. She was barely alive." Peter moved before he even realized that it was his intention. He sat on the arm of the chair, leaning across John, hugging him, and giving a comfort to him that he hadn't afforded anyone in the past. Even his mate from his other life, nor his children. What was it with these Stilinski men? That was when he heard it, the barest of a whisper, "It may have been better for her if we found her dead."
"Oh John," Peter whispered. "Do you really believe that?" Peter did. After what he had gone through in that fire. Yes he was glad he lived now, that he knew Stiles, and now John. That he had this chance with John. But for months in that nursing facility, stuck in a coma, his mind was split into two things. Revenge and the agonizing question of why he had to go through that, why he couldn't have died to? Eventually revenge won out. But there was some trauma you never came back from.
"Yes." John's voice was steady this time.
And that was all Peter needed to fall a little bit in love with the man.
"I was caught in a fire when I was a boy." Peter told him. It wasn't a lie. He had been. It was a shed that a group of hunters had cornered him in. It was what made the Hale family house coming down around him that much worse, that much more terrifying. "I wasn't burned, other than a few minor ones that didn't leave much of a scar." That was a lie. He had been burned then too. "It was in a shed. One of the walls gave out and I was in the right corner to escape." John was looking at him now. "It took me a very long time to get over it, to be fine again. But I am now." Peter smiled at him. "And yes maybe right now, it may be better for her to not be among the living. But if she's strong, if she can survive this, then she will come out better then everyone."
John sagged into him. Peter could see the relief, and comfort he took from that. And he was glad that it helped, even if it was only a little.
It took a moment for John to speak after that. "How was my little monster then?"
"Your little monster as a little darling," Peter smiled.
John snorted, "My little monster is a little monster." It was stated as a matter of fact. There was no maliciousness in it, no wariness of it, and only acceptance and pride shining through him as he said it. It made Peter smiled. Oh mother moon he wanted this man. He wanted his child… their child. He only wanted.
"Well he was my little darling after I got him to say my name properly. I mean honestly, Petah?" It was a fond exasperation in his voice.
John laughed then, "I'm Daddy when he wants something, or he's trying to pool the wool over my eyes." So the man wasn't as wrapped around Stiles' finger as much as Peter believed.
"He still gets what he wants, even if you know what he's doing?"
John turned in the seat to face him, "I say no enough. He doesn't always get his way, though I let him think he does. He's a good kid. Not spoiled, and he's more honest then I want him to be most days." John tilts his head, "He has good instincts. He is more often than not right in how he acts to get a reaction out of people. It's so strange sometimes seeing my seven year old doing things that they teach us on the force to get an honest answer. He went with me to a seminar two years ago and it's been downhill from there."
Peter laughed, "Ah yes, I got to see that in action today. When I was introducing him to my nephew Aiden. He reverted back to calling me Petah, and acted shyer then I thought possible for him to get Aiden to be more comfortable."
John chuckled. "Oh he's been pulling that since age three. First time was with Scott, his best friend. They've been inseparable since." John's eyes crinkled, "How else did your day go?"
"Well in the morning we went for a bicycle-run around the block a few times. Then for lunch we went over to my house and he played with Derek, Cora, and Aiden, while the babies kept each other entertained." Peter giggled then, "I think Derek has a little bit of a crush on Stiles. He followed him around and did everything Stiles told him to. It was adorable."
John's smiled. "How old is Derek?"
"He's ten," Peter supplied. Johns smile dropped.
"Isn't he a bit too old… to be crushing on a seven year old." John asked.
Peter gave him a wan smile. "Derek's a bit special. He is developmentally slower than most children. I'd say while he is ten, he is mentally at about six or seven." Not necessarily true. He is his age but socially he is behind developmentally. Derek is special, he was born a wolf. Not just a werewolf, but a fully-fledged wolf. So he doesn't always get social interactions. But John didn't need to know that.
"Does he have that syndrome? I'm not sure of the name, where he will stop developing?" John asked.
"I think I know what you're talking about, and no. He will eventually for the most part grow out of it by the times he reaches his twenties, and that's a far off estimate. We are actually going to homeschool him, at least until high school." Peter said.
John looked at him then, "I was actually thinking about having Stiles home schooled, at least until he has a better grasp on his ADHD. But I couldn't think of how to go about it seeing as I work too much to do it myself."
Peter smiled, "I could talk to Talia. We could probably integrate Stiles into the program we already have going for Derek. It would probably help him to have a friend."
"What do you guys do? With Derek I mean?"
"I do most of it, and my job isn't as demanding as yours. I only need to be at the office when you call me in because you can't find where you put the start button." Peter teased.
"That was one time," John mumbled flustered.
"Well," Peter cleared his throat. John was too cute. "Anyway… I teach Derek most times, but the family steps in and helps. They take him on field trips, or to group activities with other home schooled children," Other home schooled werewolves or human children born into packs.
"That actually sounds like something Stiles would enjoy." John said. "And he won't be limited by a classroom. The teachers he has had couldn't keep his attention long because he already learned most of it on his own. The kids a sponge. The only consolation is that there was a girl in his class, Lydia, that was the exact same. They kept each other busy for the most part. But she is going to be going to a private school next year to help her academically. I tried to get Stiles into the school and he passed their stupid little tests, but he was reject because of his… hyperactivity."
Peter smiled down at him, "Like I said I'll speak to Talia. I'm sure she'll be fine with it. She likes Stiles." And she loved that Derek wasn't off brooding in some corner most of the day. The boy never changes.
John gazed up at him. And then Peter didn't know what was going on. He felt lips touch his, softly. A gentleness that had never been privy to, enveloped in him strong arms… safe arms. He may be the werewolf here, but this man… he knew that this man would keep him safer than anyone ever had… this strong human man. He wanted to swoon. He would wait to do that later. He had to be here and now. He had to experience this as it is.
It was a chaste kiss, John leaning up into him, arms around his waist. But it was the most intimate thing he had ever experienced.
They broke apart then, resting their foreheads together. Peter could feel his lungs expand heavily. He was breathing hard, and so was John. It was just a chaste kiss, but the effect it had was phenomenal.
"Thank you," John whispered. Then with more of a voice he asked, "I hope I am not being to forward, and know we haven't known each other very long, but would you like to go to dinner with me this Saturday?"
Peter grinned and while nodding his head, "I would love to."
When Stiles climbed onto the sofa John knew he was in trouble. Stiles had climbed onto the opposite end of the sofa, and began to watch the game just as John was. It was only a few minutes in that Stiles began to shift closer to him. Inch by inch his little monster clawed his way closer. He really hoped that Peter would finish in the kitchen and come rescue him.
Peter was making dinner. A habit that started after two months of dating. It had been hard for them to actually go on very many dates though. And their first was certainly something to remember, consisting of butterscotch pudding, a couple of drag queens, a knife, a hysterical babysitter in Laura, and a trip to the emergency room. But John couldn't say he didn't love every moment of it.
But with a seven year old, a job like his, and a family like Peter's it was impossible to go on dates as just them. So instead, dinner at the house became a staple very quickly. Peter could bring over any of the children he was charged to watch, and he would make dinner for them all. John had tried to enter the kitchen and give the man a hand, but Peter always shooed him out, only ever letting Stiles or Cora and Aiden help, no one else.
The first time Peter brought Derek over had been one of the most awkward and hilarious nights of his life. Stiles had decided to help Peter that evening, so when Peter ushered John out of the kitchen, he had turned to see Stiles doing the same to Derek. The look on the poor boys face was hilarious and much too sad.
It was okay though. He and Derek had had their revenge. Peter and Stiles may rule his kitchen, but his domain was in the back with the grill. Derek enjoyed flipping the burgers while he drank his A&W just as John drank his beer. Though he did try and take the patties off way to soon. But he was a child, what else was John to expect.
It was just him and Stiles, and Peter tonight. And it was nice, being just them… like a family. So when Stiles climbed onto the couch with him, instead of guarding the door to the kitchen for Peter, John knew something was up.
He felt his little boy climb into his lap then, and looked down into his face. Stiles placed a hand on each of his cheeks, making sure he had his daddy's attention.
"When I was a baby, and momma died, I wanted a new momma." Stiles said in a very serious voice.
John's eyes widened, "And is that what you want now Stiles?" He and Peter hadn't actually done much cuddling when Stiles was around, as far as he knew, they were just really good friends.
Stiles shook his head, "No Daddy listen! That was when I was a baby. Do you remember the boy in my class last year with two mommies?" John nodded. "Well he said having two mommies was better, and I think he was right. But Daddy, do you know what's better than two mommies?" John shook his head, he wasn't sure he liked where this was going. "Two daddies. You are my Daddy, but I think I need a Papa." Stiles face got even more serious, "I want Petah to be my Papa. You will make him my Papa, Daddy." Did that sound a little ominous? Did his seven year old just threaten him?
John heard a chuckle from the door way, and turned to see Peter leaning against the door jam. Peter was clearly amused, "You heard him, better get on that." Peter waggled his ring figure at him and then winked showing that he was playing around. "I was just looking for my little darling helper, it seemed like I was abandoned for a few minutes there."
Stiles jumped off John as if he'd been scolded, "No Peter, I was just telling Dad something. I'll help."
Peter chuckled again and walked back into the kitchen. Stiles followed, but before exiting he turned to John and pointed his fingers at his eyes then back at John. His eyes widened in response.
Dear lord, his son had threatened him.
Notes:
Okay I know everyone probably wanted to read the first date between John and Peter but I honestly just didn't want to write it right now. So if I do write it in the future, it'll probably be a oneshot.