Here's chapter 5;)

Pairing: Stiles/Derek/Peter (though Peter is just purely the injurer).

About: Stiles pisses Peter off and Derek comes to the rescue...a little.

5. PETER, PUT HIM DOWN!

The whole pack was eating breakfast when Stiles decided to open his mouth. He said how strange it was that Lydia and Peter could sit and have breakfast after what Peter had done. That kind of put a damper on the breakfast. Peter groaned at the teenage boy for bringing it up.

"Stiles," Peter growled, grabbing hold of the boy's top from behind when they were finished.

He lifted Stiles up from the ground, and threw him against a wall. The human groaned.

"Peter!" Derek growled. "Rule number one: no maiming or killing human pack members! That includes Stiles!"

Peter growled. "But he's just so damn annoying!"

"Hey!" Stiles exclaimed. "I'm not that annoying! Gosh, you guys just haven't gotten used to the fact that I like sarcasm and I like to talk way to much...shutting up, shutting up."

"No killing or maiming Stiles," Derek warned Peter in a low voice. "I know he's annoying. You just gotta get used to it."

Peter nodded. "Once more?"

Stiles was thrown again.

"There," Derek said, "Now get inside and help the pack clean up."

"Uh, you are no fun," Peter huffed, walking off.

"Derek, I got a boo boo," Stiles said, pointing to the cut that Peter's claws did on his face.

Derek sighed. "C'mon, let's get that sorted."

Stiles took Derek's outstretched hand, despite the fact he found it slightly weird that sourwolf Derek would want to hold his hand, much less help him. Oh, he did comfort Stiles when he had a nightmare, and now Stiles couldn't sleep in just his bed unless Derek was there.

The whole pack sighed and rolled their eyes.

"STILES, HOLD STILL!" Derek growled loudly.

"YEAH, YOU TRY STAYING STILL WHEN I DAB AT YOUR WOUNDS WITH ALCOHOL!" Stiles yelled back. "THAT'S RIGHT, SOURWOLF, I CAN'T GROWL BUT I SURE CAN YELL!"

The pack listened in. Stiles made a yelp when Derek placed the bandage on. Then there was some shuffling, following by another shout from Stiles, and they were both downstairs. Again, the pack rolled their eyes when they saw Stiles' swollen lips and Derek's dilated pupils, but they didn't say anything.

It was bound to happen.

"SCOTT!" Derek growled. "GET OFF THE WOOD OF THE STAIRS BEFORE I SHOOT YOU!"

"WITH WOLFSBANE BULLETS, MY FRIEND, WOLFSBANE BULLETS!" Stiles yelled too. Then he lowered his voice and turned to Derek. "We have got to ask Deaton to check him out. He gnaws on wood, Derek, that's not normal."

"Fine," Derek said, "Fine. We'll take him to Deaton's soon."

The pack rolled their eyes for a third time. Stiles had the alpha wrapped round his finger.

Peter was put in his room for trying to maim and kill Stiles. A human.

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