Closing the door to his SUV, Chris walked towards the supermarket. It had been quiet for the last few weeks in Beacon Hills and many of the occupants thought it was a blessing. The pack wasn't required to deal with creatures coming out and attacking them. Chris had done as he promised and patrolled the preserve to prevent any hunters coming to harm the pack.

It was nice for the weeks to go past with no hunts, or anybody to wear off. The downside was it had left his mind to wonder with nothing to distract it. It meant dealing with the fact he lost his wife, even Allison in the past year. Chris started off with taking a glass of whiskey one night that lead towards drinking all day to push away the thoughts.

Walking into the supermarket, Chris grabbed a basket and headed towards the freezers. Ever since he lost Allison, the cooked meals had stopped because he couldn't stop preparing for two. Cooking a meal left him to think about Allison which lead to him drinking more that night. So for now he decided frozen meals were easier to deal with.

Leaning into a freezer he grabbed a couple frozen meals to toss into his basket. Though frozen meals would never taste as good as cooked, Chris could only face a hot fresh meal when eating out with Melissa or the Sheriff. They tried to get him out regularly but that was hard when they were all busy with work. Well all except for himself.

Looking around, Chris eyed the alcohol isle. He slowly made his way there, checking all the different types as he passed. There was no point going for the weak stuff. It would leave him more frustrated, so instead Chris would spend more to get the stronger types. Running his hand over a few whiskey bottles, Chris smiled as he debated which to get. Or whether to get all of them because he knew a single bottle would only last one day at this rate.

"Chris? Hey how are you?" Melissa smiled at Chris as she pulled a cheap wine from the shelf. He couldn't help but feel admiration for the woman. Someone who worked crazy hours to provide for her son. A single mother putting everything on the line and only allowing just a small amount as a treat to herself.

"Hello Melissa, I am good thank you. How are you?" Chris grabbed a couple bottles of whiskey and placed them in his basket. He could see in the corner of his eye, the raised eyebrow at his basket contents. A smile rose across his face as he turned to look at the woman that he could proudly call friend.

"I'm good thank you. You're not going to eat just those are you?" Melissa sighed with relief as Chris shook his head. It was a blatant lie, but Melissa was no werewolf and Chris was silently thankful for that. With none of the teens coming round to his apartment anymore, he didn't need to worry about stocking the cupboards or the fridge.

"No, no. Just stocking up the freezer. Always handy just incase. It is lovely to see you Melissa. But if you'd please excuse me, I have to head out." Chris smiled to Melissa before walking away. He didn't dare make himself wait for a response. If he lingered long enough, she might spot the signs of neglect and alcohol dependence that he tried to hide.

Heading to the tills, Chris placed the items he purchased onto the belt. As he watched the whiskey being scanned, Chris wished he picked more up. The young cashier smiled as Chris handed over his card. An idea popped into his mind as Chris looked through the cash in his wallet. Pulling out a twenty dollar bill, he handed it to the confused cashier.

"That's for Melissa McCall's purchase. She's the nurse in blue scrubs. Don't let her know it was me though." Chris smiled as the cashier took the bill and handed his card back to him. Chris grabbed his bags and walked out the store knowing if he was slow then Melissa would catch up to him.

Lowering the bags down to the floor, Chris fiddled through his pockets for his keys. He looked into the passenger seats window to make sure he hadn't left his keys in there. After a few minutes, Chris pulled out his keys and unlocked his SUV. Opening the door, he leant in and placed the bags in the front passengers side. Easier to get them out the car when he pulls up in the apartment garage.

Pulling back as he heard close footsteps, Chris turned too slowly. A fist collided with his face forcing him into the door of his car. Before he could move to fight back, a hand forced a cloth over his mouth with a familiar smell. Chloroform. Chris's eyes widened before closing slowly as his body shut down against his will. Chris looked to spot Melissa walking out the supermarket doors seconds before darkness claimed him.

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Pain came to Chris first before his mind registered to open his eyes. His head throbbed as he lifted it slowly. Looking around carefully, Chris took in his surroundings. The first thing he could see was the lack of furnishings and how the room appeared to be being built. If you could call it a room. It was more like a whole apartment floor with walls half built and plastic hanging left, right and centre.

Chris looked down to see that he was tied to a chair with chains. He frowned before tugging at the restraints. Rocking back he tried to test the chair. If he could toss it backwards to break it then at least he would get free, even if it will hurt with the metal. Chris frowned as he noticed the chair didn't move. It was being held down to stop him rocking which meant somebody knew he was a good escapist. Only a handful of people knew how well he could escape and that concerned him.

"Well look at that, the hunters finally awake." A male stood at the door frame before closing it behind him. Chris cursed himself for not noticing the door opening as the man crouched down in front of him.

"How are you feeling Argent? Whoozy head? Don't worry we will sort that out soon for you." A hand lifted Chris's head and tilted it side to side.

"Fuck you." Leaning back Chris tugged at the chains before he leant forwards to shake off the hand. A fist collided with his face knocking him back in the chair dazed.

"Now, now. That's not very nice. We've been very kind to you as our guest." The man smirked as he leant back against the wall with his arms crossed.

"Not sure I would call this kind. But suggesting the extra restraints, I would say you are hunter. Now begs the question on why you want to pester a retired one." Chris raised his eyebrow as the hunter simply nodded and stood there for a few minutes.

"No hunter is ever retired unless they're dead, you should know that. Now seeing as you like to talk we will talk. Where is the pack based." The hunter crouched down still leant against the wall. His face serious, but with a smile that didn't seem to go.

"Ah. Pack. Yeah I'm not going to tell you about them." Chris laughed as his head rolled back. "Let me guess, you're an amateur and want to find the pack, kill them, and then head back to collect the money." Smiling Chris watched as the mans cheeks turned red.

"Think you're funny do you? If I was an amateur, you wouldn't be tied up with chains. By now you would have already shot me dead after escaping." The hunter smiled before stepping over to Chris. He leant into Chris's ear with a smile wide across his face. "I know you won't crack under this scrutiny. You've been trained for it. Doesn't mean I can't have some fun."

Chris snapped his head round to see the look the hunter wore. The first punch collided with his face followed by a second. Putting on his poker face, Chris fought against the restraints as the fists kept coming. He could feel the trickle of blood down his face as his head began to spin. Minutes passed as the fists kept coming before his body gave way and shut down.

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"Stiles! Get out of bed. It is time for school." The Sheriff banged on his sons door with his fists loud enough to wake the teen. As his hand went to bang on the door again, he fell forwards as the door opened. Catching himself, the Sheriff glared at Stiles with a frown.

"I'm up. Do you really need to keep banging on the door?" Stiles held the door in jogging bottoms and a long t-shirt. Bags were visible under his eyes letting the Noah know the boy had been up late last night.

"Yes, you have school. Did you even get any sleep last night?" Noah crossed his arms as he looked his son up and down. The teen stepped backwards at his fathers searching eyes before shaking his head.

"I was researching for an ass-" Stiles quickly shut his mouth as his father gave him the stare of 'Don't lie to me'. "Scott needed help last night."

Noah sighed before turning around and grabbing his coat from his bed. "I do not want to know. I'm off to work, so don't be late for school. For once try have a normal day."

"I always have a normal day." Stiles smiled as his father looked at him.

"Stiles-" Noah sighed before heading downstairs and to his cruiser. It was going to be a long day, and he was not going to let his ADHD son wind him up anymore before even reaching the station.

Walking into his room, Stiles yawned before smirking. He couldn't help but answer his dad back. He often liked to blame it on the ADHD, but he also enjoyed seeing his father slightly wound up. He shook his head before heading to the shower and blasting music from his phone.

Time passed too quickly as Stiles showered and got ready for school. Grabbing his bag, he looked around the room smiling before heading downstairs. As he turned the corner, he looked to the clock in the living room and frowned.

"No, no, no!" Realising he was going to be late, Stiles shot towards the front door and yanked it open. Stepping forwards, his foot knocked something on the porch. Looking down, Stiles furrowed his eyebrows. A silver pistol, one he recognised was by his foot.

Reaching down, Stiles grabbed the pistol before looking out it. As he turned it and spotted a familiar symbol on the hilt. Looking up quickly, Stiles glanced up and down his road until he spotted a the red SUV he was looking for. The window lowered slowly before stopping. The figure inside carried on looking forwards.

Slowly walking towards the car, Stiles couldn't help but glance left and ride whilst he hid the gun. Everybody knew who his father was so carrying a gun in the middle of the street wasn't smart. Looking to the car, Stiles noticed the figure had longer hair than Argent.

"If you were smart boy, you would walk towards this window. We wouldn't want a neighbourhood accident to happen would we." The gruff voice sent a chill through Stiles as he stopped thinking about running. Glancing behind him, he took one look down the road before stepping towards the window.

"Where's Argent." Standing tall, Stiles leant into the car door carefully as he looked ahead. A neighbour from a few houses down was looking at Stiles shaking his head as he watered the garden.

"Argents a bit, well. Let's just say he won't be talking for a while." The man smiled in the wing-mirror as Stiles turned to look at him shocked. The teen went to make a step away from the car when a hand held him still. "Get in if you don't want your father finding you covered in blood in the middle of the street. After all, a shoot and run in Argents car. We know exactly where they would look."

Biting his lip, Stiles gulped before looking to his neighbour. The man was frowning and started to head towards his house. Looking down, Stiles felt the pressure on his arm squeezing tighter giving him no choice. "The guns empty before you think of that."

Stiles looked to the man before nodding. Before he could step towards the back seat to get in, a figure got out the front passenger's side and grabbed him. Shoving him into the back seat, the second man held Stiles down as he jumped in. The wheels screeched as the car sped away from the house.

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"Come on!" Chris tugged at the chains with anger. Yanking side to side in the hopes that just one would loosen. Blisters covered his skin from the hours of rubbing. The hunter had left him for at least four hours, and Chris took every single second to try escape.

Looking up as the door opened, Chris stilled with anger written across his face. He watched as the hunter stepped towards him with a smile and crossed his arms. His eyes tracked the man as he walked closer then over to a side table that Chris was becoming way too familiar with.

"You know, even a hunter can break? Use the right tools and you could drive them insane." Picking up a syringe, The man smirked before turning to Chris. Walking over slowly, he let his hand glide from the retired hunters shoulder to his neck. Grabbing the scruff of his hair, the hunter yanked Chris's head back exposing his neck.

"Don't you find it funny? You being at the mercy of one of your own kind. Not even knowing my name as I have fun with you." The needle pierced Chris's neck as he gave out a hiss. The hunter smirked and emptied the liquid contents into Argents neck.

"Finding out your name will make killing you even more worth while." Chris gritted his teeth as the needle was yanked out at an angle. The hunter released his head and headed back to the table with tools. Chris strained his head as he watched the hunter. His eyes glazing over with each second that passed.

"I'm afraid to say but good luck. I've been trained for interrogation and torture. I won't break to a weakling like you." Smirking, Chris watched as the hunter turned with a tilt of his head. Stepping closer, the hunter raised his hand to Chris's chest before electricity and pain shot through him.

"Oh I know you are trained. Everybody knows about the Argents. Well that was until all of a sudden all the Argents were dead and missing except for you." Pulling back the taser, the hunter smirked as Chris's head snapped to look at him.

"Did you know the pack talks about you? Behind your back." The hunter smiled as Chris frowned. He knew it wasn't true, it couldn't be. But something in the back of his mind was niggling at him. Telling him that it was true. That the pack talked about him behind his back.

"They don't just talk. Hell even the kids have plans to take you out when your of no use. They just want you for your knowledge. When they know enough they'll get rid of you." Leaning against the wall, the hunter watched Chris with the turmoil of his deep thoughts.

"Best part even all the adults are in." The hunter sniggered as Chris looked up at him confused. It drew even more sniggers from the mans lips. "You didn't know did you? You thought it would be just the kids? OH my, oh my. You see it isn't just the kids. Derek wants to slash your throat, Peter wants to devour you after slashing your throat. Hell even Ms McCall and the Sheriff have their own plans to get rid of the pest that you are."

The feeling of success washed over the hunter as he watched Chris Argents shoulder drop in defeat. Grabbing the taser off the table, he jumped forwards before the retired hunter could react and jammed it to his chest. He watched as Argents body convulsed against the electricity screaming out.

"Look at that. The perfect way to crack that shell of yours." Smirking, the hunter watched as anger flashed over Chris's face. Looking to the hunter, Chris tugged weakly at the chains.

"When I get out of here. I am going to make sure you suffer." Chris glared at the man who crouched lower to look him in the eye. Pain and electricity shot through him as the taser pushed against the previous marks in his chest.

"Oh I don't think so. You see I very much intend on killing you. But first I want to know where the pack is. So let me ask you again Christopher. Where. Is. The. Pack?" Pulling the taser away, the hunter watched as Chris's head dropped with a sigh. Spitting at the hunters feet, Chris quickly recoiled as electricity ran through his body again.

"Oh if that's how you want to play then fine." Shoving the taser further into Chris's chest, the hunter watched as the skin began to turn black. The screams filled the room as Chris convulsed in the chair against his will. Chains rubbed agains his skin creating more areas for electricity to jump through.

"The best part is, as much fun as I am having with playing with you. I have something so much better." Pulling back from Chris with the taser, he watched as the weak retired hunters head rolled forwards barely conscious. Kneeling down to look up at Chris, he held the mans head before smirking. Chris's eyes rolled as he tried to focus on the hunter. "I have a little friend of yours here with us."

A thrill of excitement washed through the hunter as he watched the worry and concern on Chris's face before his eyes closed. Letting go of his chin, the hunter stood and headed out the door smirking at his success.

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"Get off me!" Stiles yanked at the hands that forced him forwards down the corridor. He had been happily pacing the room they locked him in for the past day trying to get the distant screams out of his head as he planned an escape route. Then they came in with their guns pointed and pushing him out the door.

"Keep walking before I put a bullet through your head." The hand holding his shoulder pushed Stiles a few steps forwards. The teen stumbled before regaining his balance and carried on walking.

As they came up to a steel door, Stiles looked over his shoulder to the two men. One signalled for him to open it with a nod of the head. Turning slowly, Stiles gripped the handle and opened the door. Before he could take a second to breathe, one of the men shoved him into the room and closed the door behind him.

"Let me out! This is not funny!" Stiles banged on the door until his knuckles hurt. Swearing he turned around and spotted Chris Argent chained to a chair with his head resting on his chest. "Chris?"

"Chris? Oh god please don't be dead." Stiles lifted Chris's head in his hand and tapped his cheek lightly. The man looked pale but the grumble that escaped his lips let him know that there was still life in Argent.

"Stiles?" Chris's eyes opened slowly as his mind took time to catch up. He looked to the teen with a frown as he registered his hands holding his chin. "What you doing-"

The door behind them opened as two men stepped in. One of them grabbed Stiles as he squealed. The teen was forced against the wall where chains were hanging. Against his will, the chains were cuffed to his wrist. "Let Stiles go!"

The hunter looked to Chris who was looking to and from him and Stiles. He smiled as he realised his guess of breaking the man would work. "Well look at that. Obviously this boy is a weakness." The hunter walked over to Stiles and smirked as the boy recoiled. Chris tugged at his chains with a new found strength.

"Get off him!" Chris growled as he fought against the chains. His face turned red with frustration as they didn't move. He looked to the hunter cursing in his mind with different ideas of how to kill him. The hunters hand ran across Stiles face before smirking and turning to Chris.

"Now this is interesting. Well then, let's see if we can get what we want now." The hunter turned to Stiles with a smile plastered across his face. "Mr Stilinski, my name is Jacob, and my friend over here is Colin. You're hear because a certain somebody won't give up the pack."

Jacob smiled as he pointed to Chris before turning back to Stiles. "So Mr Stilinski, here is what is going to happen. You're going to tell us exactly where to find the pack, and who is a part of it. Lie to us, and Christopher here gets hurt."

"Don't do it Stiles! Don't tell them!" Chris gave Stiles a determined stare and nod. Colin slammed his fist into Chris's face before turning back to a frowning Jacob. The man crossed his arms and smirked.

"Now, now Chris. Play nicely. Colin I think it's time for his next dose don't you?" Jacob smiled as Stiles tugged at his restraints. Colin walked over to the side table grabbing a syringe before walking over to Chris. Leaning away, Chris looked to Stiles with a nod before the needle pierced his neck.

"So Mr Stilinski. Where are they hiding?" Jacob walked over to the door and leant against it with his arms crossed. He watched Stiles staring at Chris with worry.

"I-I don't know where they're based." Stiles refused to look at the men. Instead he stared at Argent. He watched skint turn red as the sweat began to pour off Chris.

"Now, you wouldn't be lying to me would you?" Stiles turned to look at Jacob. The man turned to his partner in crime and nodded. Colin pulled out a taser from his pocket and shoved it to Chris's chest with his button on the trigger. Stiles watched in horror as Chris yelled in pain and shook in the chains.

"Stop! Leave him alone! Stop it!" Stiles pulled at the restraints. Guilt washing through him as the taser was removed from Chris. The former hunter was gasping for air before shaking his head to Stiles. He spat at Colins feet earning him a fist to the stomach.

"Let's try this again. Where is. The pack?" Jacob nodded to Colin who had walked back to the table. The man lifted a knife before walking to Argents side. Stiles watched and bit his lip as Chris shook his head again.

"They're at the preserve." Stiles looked to Chris without shifting his glance. Jacob sighed before nodding to Colin. The mans guard smiled as he walked behind Chris. Stiles watched in horror as the man carried on walking around before slamming the knife into Chris's left leg.

Chris cried out in pain before slamming his mouth shut. His head turned away from Stiles and looked up with his eyes closed. Colin turned the knife before yanking it out. Jacob walked over to Chris and shoved his fingers into the wound causing him to cry out.

"Stop it! Stop! I told you where they are!" Stiles tugged at the restraints, fear washing through him as Chris's cries echoed in his ears. Jacob looked to Stiles and smirked before leaning back. He walked behind Chris and lifted his head up from behind with one hand. Forcing Chris's head back, Jacob smirked as the pale weakened man tried to focus on him.

"Lie. Again. Just think Stiles. When he dies, it will be your fault." Turning to Stiles, Jacob smirked as the teen turned pale. Taking the knife from Colin, Jacob brought it to Chris's chest and cut the fabric. He signalled Colin to make sure Stiles was watching as he calved the blade down Chris's chest.

When he finished leaving blood pouring from the unconscious Argent, Jacob nodded for Stiles to be unrestrained before they headed out. Stiles watched them carefully as the two men left the room before heading over to Chris.

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"Chris? Come on wake up. God they're going to murder me for this" Stiles paced in front of Chris with worry. Opening his eyes slowly, Chris bit his lip at the pain. A chill swept over his body making him gasp as he shivered. Within half a second Stiles was by his side crouching.

"Chris? Oh thank god. Please don't die on me. I'm sorry. I should have told them I should have-" Chris coughed before shaking his head.

"No Stiles. You shouldn't tell them." Chris coughed again and rolled his head trying to shake off the drugs in his system. "Whatever you do, do not turn in your pack if they use you against me. This is not your fault Stiles. You shouldn't be here."

"Don't say that! Do not say that!" Stiles shook his head before pacing in front of Chris again. "Scott will come. We just need to hold on. He'll come. He always does. My dad would have told him I'm gone and Scott-"

"Stiles." Chris looked up with his eyes unable to lift his head. The teen stopped under his gaze and sighed. "They wont come in time for both of us. So we need to make sure you are going to be found, safe and sound."

"Don't you dare think about it that way! We are going to get out of here you hear me?" Stiles turned to Chris and walked behind him. As he walked round, he took in each of Chris's injuries. Even the needle marks where they pumped him with drugs.

Pulling at the chains holding Chris, Stiles tried to test their manoeuvrability. There was some slack in the chains, if they worked together they would be able to move them over his body. But with all the damage so far, it was going to cause him a lot of pain.

"I can free you." Stiles walked round to look at Chris. He grabbed the chains not waiting for Chris's response. Yanking them upwards, Stiles tried to block out the mans cries. He pulled them up and up until eventually one loosened allowing him to pull them off.

Turning to the door, Stiles didn't remember them locking it. Which meant he could escape. He saw the entrance and exits when they marched him into the building. All he needed was to get Chris out. To get help. He looked back to Chris. The man was a part of the pack and he wasn't going to let them hurt him anymore.

Grabbing Chris, Stiles hauled him up and onto his back and dragged Chris. Thankful for him being barely lucid at all. The odd groan escaped the mans lips as they moved. Stiles grabbed the door and quickly opened it before grasping Chris's arms as he started to slip. The hallway was clear, which meant Jacob and Colin most likely were near the exit.

Stiles pulled Chris down the hallway and towards a room he knew lead outside. He managed to get them outside without being found which worried Stiles. He could feel Argents breathes getting shorter with longer gaps against his back. "Chris stay with me."

Sirens began to fill the air as Stiles walked towards the main road. The men had taken them to an abandoned apartment complex at the edge of town. Dragging Chris further, Stiles watched as he saw the police cars in the distance.

"Hold it Stilinski." Stiles turned to see Jacob and Colin aiming guns at both him and Chris. Stiles forced Chris onto his feet and held him up with an arm under his shoulder as he looked to the men. "Going somewhere were we?"

Jacob smiled as Stiles stepped backwards. He stepped forwards with his gun still raised and tilted his head. "It's rude to take away someones play toy."

"Play toy? You're some sick bastard who enjoys torturing to get what you want." Stiles stood tall and shuffled Chris to keep ahold of the man. A groan escaped Argents lips as he fought to stand.

"Oh he was more of a play toy than that. So if I were you, I would hand him back you little brat." Jacob stepped forwards more. The police cars were closer, another minute and they would be on them. Stiles smirked and shook his head.

"Your choice. I hope your dad is one of those, I'd love to see his face seeing his little brat dead with a hole in his chest." Jacob moved his gun before firing at Stiles. The teen closed his eyes waiting for the pain to ricochet through him. Instead all he heard was Chris grunt.

Opening his eyes, Stiles looked straight into Chris's eyes. The man looked to the teen with glazed eyes before falling forwards into his arms. "Chris no! No, no, no!" Lowering Chris down to the floor, Stiles brought him close. He looked to the mans bare chest. His breathing was hitched as he gasped for air. A torn hole in the lower right of his chest bled heavily over the teen.

Gunshots echoed around Stiles as he focused on the man in his arms. He pulled Chris closer and pushed one hand against the gunshot wound. Tears welled in his eyes as he realised the man had stepped in front of a bullet for him.

"Stiles! Stiles you need to let them take him." Stiles gave into the arms pulling him and Chris away from one another. The Sheriff clasped his son and drew him in close as Chris was pulled away by two paramedics. He clutched his son and looked down at the boy who was sobbing in his arms.

"It's okay son, everything is going to be okay. They're going to help him. You're both safe." Stiles looked to his dad before staring at the paramedics loading Chris into the ambulance. He watched as they quickly took off to the hospital and hoped Melissa was on shift, even if it meant the man would get a talking too when he wakes. If he wakes.

Looking up to his dad, Stiles spotted the bags under his eyes. He must of been missing at least one day. His father's eyes were red with black bags underneath. He squeezed his dad once more as he tucked his head into the mans grasp. "Can we go. I need to know he's alright."

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Opening his eyes, Chris looked around through the groggy sensation. He could feel his mind catching up to him. Blinking a few times, he looked around the room. Raising an eyebrow, confusion washed over him at the sudden change. As his mind caught up, he realised he was in the hospital. Chris let out a groan as his thoughts caught up to him.

"Chris?" Stiles head lifted off the bed as he eyed the older pack member. A smile rose across his face as he leant back in the chair. He wiped his hands across his face and then looked outside the room before turning back to Chris.

"Whe- Wha-?" Chris frowned as the words struggled to come out. His mind still groggy and a fatigue sensation trickled through him. Looking to the left he noticed a drip. He followed the tubing down to his wrist and frowned.

"I managed to get the chains off, the door was open and so I dragged you out. Then you decided to take a bullet for me. Which by the way, thank you but please don't do that again. Not that I don't appreciate it just- Just-."

"What he is trying to say, is stop putting yourself at risk for others." Both the men turned to see the Sheriff crossing his arms as he looked between them. "I thought we talked about this?"

Chris looked to Stiles then back to the Sheriff. The man signalled Stiles to leave before turning back to Chris. He waited for his son to slip out the room before closing the door.

"Look Noah-" Chris lifted his hands up gently to apologise but was cut off by a stare that dared him to talk more. Biting his lip, Chris quickly lowered them and looked away in shame.

"I swear to god Chris, if I catch you doing this anymore-" The Sheriff looked at Chris as he walked to the chair. "Do you know what it was like? Trying to peal Stiles away from you. Hell even seeing you slumped in his arms as we pulled up was bad enough."

Chris cringed with guilt as the Sheriff's words settled. He didn't want to hurt anybody. Hell he only wanted a drink. Instead he get's kidnapped in the parking lot, and then tortured and things he wouldn't mind forgetting. If any of the pack was threatened, Chris wouldn't hesitate to jump in. "I didn't want you to lose your son."

The Sheriff looked up to Chris and sighed. He could understand the thinking behind the man, but it didn't mean he had to put himself in some circumstances. "Melissa pulled me aside. Before the operation to repair the damage to your chest and bullet wounds, they checked you over."

Chris winced and looked away from the Sheriff as he realised where this was going. He knew it was going to take time for him to heal, from the various things Jacob and Colin put him through.

"She said there was considerable damage to your right side that adds up to taser burns." The Sheriff sighed as he watched the man on the bed wince and turn to the side looking away from him. "They also found signs of abuse. Want to talk about it? They had you for two weeks Chris. Hell they had Stiles for 37 hours."

Chris snapped and turned around to the Sheriff with anger. He pulled at the drip in his arm until it tugged out his skin. "I don't want to talk about it because nothing happened. They tortured me for pack information that is all." Sitting up, he winced as he went to kick his legs over the side of the bed. Monitors around him began emitting a high pitch bleep as Chris realised he was still hooked up.

"Chris listen to me you need to calm down. Get back on that bed, and calm down now." The Sheriffs hands were on him but Chris pushed them away. After being swatted away once, the Sheriff leaned over a second time and forced the man back down whilst being mindful of his stitches. "Listen to me right now Argent You are going to calm the hell down. You've just had major surgery and still healing. You're no werewolf. You're human and you heal like one. So stop being a goddamn idiot and stay still."

Chris stilled against the Sheriffs grasp as the words sunk in. He was right, just by moving he could feel some of the stitches had torn. The door behind the Sheriff shot open as Melissa raced into the room and stopped dead.

Chris stared at the Sheriff as she walked around the room and reattached his drip. A strange sensation washed through Chris's hand. Looking straight to Melissa, he watched as she pulled a needle away from the drip.

Looking around, Chris frowned and fought against the fatigue sensation that grew. He noticed the Sheriff's grip loosening but one hand staying on his arm. Looking to Melissa, he watched as the nurse placed a reassuring arm onto his other arm. The pair watched as Argent drifted off.

Melissa looked to Noah before sighing. "Guessing he didn't take it well?" The Sheriff looked at her before shaking his head. They both had discussed talking about the subject and thought Noah would be best. Either way Chris was going to try fight against them, they just hoped it wouldn't be bad. "We'll give him time. For now let's just be there for him."

Melissa smiled as the Sheriff nodded before gesturing to the door. The pair walked out of the room and stood outside as they watched the mans chest rise and fall in his sleep. They had a lot to talk about with Chris. For now, they stopped any visitors but them. They needed to give him space before getting him to talk.

"Coffee?"

Melissa smiled and nodded to Noah before heading towards the cafeteria.