Spell of Forthcoming's Spent
Chapter 8: Wolf Ways Are Here To Stay
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf, or the Characters.
Peter hefted the box up into his arms. It only took three days to get his things together back at the Hale Manor, and to clear out space here at the Stilinski residence.
John had cleared out his office for the most part.
"I don't use it," John shrugged, and moved his current case files into the dining room. "The desk doesn't have enough table space." He said when Peter asked him why he would do such a thing. So the office became Peter's, and a smaller table was moved into it for Stiles and Derek to study on during the day. Most of the shelves were empty already, John never bothering to actually put anything up on them, and the desk only held the long on-going case files that the Sheriff hadn't solved yet.
So Peter packed up his books and his laptop, and hoped that it would be a while longer until John asked him why he had so many ancient tomes on creatures that shouldn't exist.
He carried the box into the house and smiled as the seven year old ran around his feet, and jumping up and down like he had too much energy buzzing around underneath his skin.
"Stiles darling boy, will you help me and go get that very last box there in the car?" Peter asked. The box was a wooden box filled with a few herbs that were more magically inclined.
Stiles giggled, "Yeah, sure." Peter turned to watch him pick the box up off the seat and close the car door and then run towards him. Stiles ran past him and into the house. Peter smiled after him and put the box he was carting down in the hallway before closing the door.
John was at work handling the almost abduction case. It turned out that the man was involved in a string of cases. First they abduct the child, then they walk the parents into a trap and then they slaughter the whole family. It had happened to five other families that the department was aware of, all in the state of California. There could be more. And what was worse was that Peter knew of two of the families that were on that list. One was another family of werewolves, and the other a family of werejaguars. For all he knew the others could be supernatural families as well. And if that were true than they targeted Stiles because they saw him as Peter's.
Which, while it would deter most hunters, for the more insane bunch, would only prove incentive.
Peter growled under his breath. No one would harm his pup.
Stiles stuck his head around the corner, "Are you coming Peter? You said you would show me how to make pancakes for Daddy."
"Don't you mean for Derek?" Peter teased. Pancakes are Derek's favorite, and Stiles found out three days ago. He had been pestering Peter ever since to learn how to make them under the pretense that they are for his dad.
Stiles eyes widened, "No!" He stormed off then, "I don't like that stupid head."
"We don't call people stupid Stiles," Peter chided.
"Well he's an ignoramus!" Stiles yelled, "And a liar!"
"That's better," Peter laughed. "And what did Derek do now?"
"He said he didn't know why his mommy makes him be homeschooled. But he does. I know he knows. He just won't tell me. He lied to me and that's not okay!" Stiles ranted.
"Maybe he has a good reason; maybe you should give him a chance to tell you when he's ready."
"He's my best friend, he should tell me now!" Stiles huffed.
"That's not always how friendship works my darling boy." Peter said, crouching down to be on Stiles level.
"But me and Scott don't ever keep secrets," Stiles rebuked.
And that explained so much of the co-dependent friendship/brotherhood/being-one-person-in-two-bodies relationship that was Scott&Stiles.
"Well honey, not everyone is the same. Scott may very well be a different kind of friend." Peter explained.
Stiles paused, "Like how Dad and Melissa are a different kind of friends from you and Dad?"
Peter had to haul himself back. How in the world had Stiles deduced that? He couldn't possible understand the full implications. "Yes, kinda like that."
"And how you have a secret that you won't tell Dad," Stiles nodded.
"But I will eventually," Peter whispered to Stiles taking his tiny hands into his own. "When I am ready I will tell both you and your Dad."
"And Derek too?" Stiles asked.
Peter nodded, "And Derek too."
"Alright," Stiles smiled, "Now will you show me how to make pancakes?"
"Yeah, Stiles, I would be glad to show you."
"And tomorrow when Derek comes over, can we make pancakes again?" Stiles asked shyly.
"Yes, of course," Peter smiled taking the boys hand, "But only if you help me unpack later, do we have a deal?"
Stiles grinned, "Deal."
They laughed as they walked into the kitchen to make breakfast for dinner.
Peter was kneeled over and turning the earth at the back of the house. He was getting the flower plots ready to grow a few herbs, both for cooking and for magical purposes. It was a rewarding job, but a slow one.
Stiles was playing at the edge of the yard behind him. Near where the yard meets the woods. Peter's senses were on high alert, monitoring Stiles' every move.
He heard the little footsteps come up behind him, and smiled.
"Peter! Peter look at this pretty flower." Stiles giggled.
Peter turned and then reared back. Stiles was holding a purple flower, and his eyes were wide as he dropped it.
"Peter?"
Peter covered his face and turned away, trying to hide from the little boy.
It was only a minute before he felt little hands clutching his face. Peter looked up and smiled at him.
"Your eyes glow." Stiles stated.
"Yes."
"And you had claws and teeth," Stiles stated again.
"Yes," Peter nodded.
"You still love me though right?" Stiles asked. "Even though you're a monster?"
"More than my own life," Peter nodded.
"I still love you, even if you're a monster." Stiles nodded with him.
"I'm a werewolf Stiles," Peter informed.
"Really?" Stiles asked excited.
"Yes," Peter smiled at him, "I'm sorry if I scared you."
"You didn't," Stiles shook his head. "Did that flower hurt you? I'm sorry."
"Yeah that flower is very dangerous to my kind."
Stiles looked at it again, and then picked it up. He carried it off to the edge of the yard again and threw it. He came back dusting off his hands. "There."
Peter smiled at him.
"Does that mean Derek's a werewolf too?" Stiles asked. "Is that his secret?"
Peter smiled, "Well aren't you a smart boy."
Stiles giggled and grinned.
Peter sobered, "But we can't tell your Dad yet."
Stiles frowned.
"I will tell him my darling boy, I promise. But for now it'll be our little secret, okay?"
"Okay," Stiles nodded.
John sat down heavily on the coach. It had been a long day. They had found a few leads earlier in the week, but they had dried up fast and John hadn't a clue as to what to do next. He looked up as his little monster tumbled into the room. He was clad only in a towel, dirk firmly in arms as he ran across the room.
"Stiles," Peter called, "You know better, it's time to get ready for bed."
Stiles just giggled, "I don't feel like going to bed. I'm not tired."
As Peter walked passed John to get to Stiles he heard him murmur, "You may not be, but I sure am."
John chuckled.
Stiles tried to make a break for it. Peter was on him in a second, snapping him up. "Stiles, my darling boy, I do love you but it is time for bed." He walked the boy into the hall and John heard the closing of a bedroom door. He chuckled.
It was nice having someone here to help with this, to be there for Stiles. Someone to pick up the slack, and even carry things that might not need it, but were appreciated all the same.
John felt the hand on his shoulder and looked up at Peter. He leaned down for a chaste kiss, before moving around the coach and sitting down.
"For a little boy that isn't tired he fell asleep the instant his head hit the pillow."
"I could never understand how he had the ability to just fall into sleep no matter the position, or place, once he let his guard down enough to do so." John reached out and pulled Peter to him.
"You had a hard day," it was a statement of fact.
"More than," John answered gruffly.
Peter got off the coach and went over to the cabinet. He grabbed a couple of glasses and the scotch. He poured a generous amount into the glasses and walked back over to the John, straddling him. He handed off one of the glasses to him and sipped on his own. "Tell me about it John."
"All of our leads ran dry," John huffed. "We do know he had his name changed to Silbern a few years back, but we have no idea what his previous name was."
"How do you figure?" Peter asked.
"He just showed up in the system, but beyond a few years ago he didn't exist. His previous life was wiped." John told him.
That means that if he was a hunter, he and his buddy had done something to bring attention to his name, to their family name. And in order to keep the rest of the family under wraps they had to become ghosts. The question is though, which family had they hailed from.
"Well let's not think on that tonight," Peter murmured against John's lips.
"Oh and you had something better to think about?" John asked.
Peter hitched his hips up then down, rubbing so slowly against John. "As a matter of fact…" He downed the rest of his glass just as John did the same. He then brought his mouth down to John's neck and pushed up against him. John put his glass down and then reached forward. His hands landing firmly on Peter's ass, kneading and pulling groans from the man.
A scream sounded from upstairs. Peter was up and off John before the scream even finished. John followed only seconds later and as he reached the thrown open door to his son's room he could hear Peter shushing him.
"It's okay baby boy, it'll all be just fine. I'm here, and your daddy is here. It's all fine, your fine." Peter rocked him back and forth.
Peter looked up to see John in the doorway. They knew what he was having a nightmare about. It usually wasn't this early on in the night; more likely to happen nearing three in the morning. For the dreams to be appearing this early it must have been bad.
John growled under his breath. He was going to catch the son-of-a-bitch who did this to his son. And from the look in Peter's eyes, he wouldn't stand for anything less.