Downing his drink, Chris leant back in his chair and closed his eyes. Frustration had built up in him over the past few days. Noah and Melissa, caring as they were wouldn't leave him alone. Not after what the test results showed from the kidnapping. All Chris wanted to do was forget, instead they just pushed.
Flicking through the channels, Chris found an action movie and upped the volume. He had finally gotten some time to himself with the pair of them on shift. No-one was around to bug him so he did the next best thing. Lock the door and blast a movie whilst having a beer. Even if Melissa gave him strict instructions not too. He needed a drink.
Chris couldn't help but snap at the pair though. He was use to working on his own, dealing with injuries on his own. To have two people there caring for you when you got use to having no-one around was strange. It was like a feeling he couldn't experience. No matter how hard the pack tried to say he was a part of them, Chris just couldn't agree. It didn't feel right to him. Allison was pack, but Chris shouldn't be.
Not when he hunted their kind for so long. Not when he caused so much harm to the pack. Yes he went out and helped if there were troubles, but that was it. Chris was helping to try make up for some of the things he did. None of it would ever redeem him, or so he thought.
A scuffle outside the apartment distracted Chris from his moment of thoughts. He could hear his lock turning and knew already who it was. He shouldn't be surprised after all. The wolf never learnt of boundaries. Leaning forwards Chris grabbed another beer and popped it open. He downed a sip and continued to watch the movie as the footsteps got closer. "Peter, leave me alone."
A grunt could be heard from behind him, presumably Peter in the door frame. "How did you know it was me? For all you know it could have been an intruder, again." That got Chris's attention, that wound up the cog and spring that was already strung too tight. Standing up, Chris held the sofa as he carefully walked around and looked to Peter. His leg was still stiff but not so he was immobile, just uncomfortable.
"You sound too obvious. The claws scratch the lock, and the way you walk. Now get out of my apartment." Chris shot Peter a warning glance before throwing his beer bottle at the wolf. With a simple side step, Peter stood just out of the way as the bottle shattered against the wall spilling beer down him. He stared at where the bottle collided in shock before turning to look at the former hunter.
"Turned to drinking now have we? I could have sworn you were told NOT to drink." Peter cocked an eyebrow before leaning against the wall and crossing his arms. "Look what you've done." Peter pointed to Chris's chest that had small patches of blood before shaking his head.
"What are you doing here Peter?" Chris looked down to where Peter pointed and sighed. There was a couple drops of blood seeping through his shift, but it wasn't like he cared. The beers he had been drinking that night dulled the pain. "It'll heal." Chris shrugged his shoulders before turning around and sitting back down on the sofa. He leaned forward to grab a beer only to realise he had drunk the six pack already. Curse you Peter. The last one was still dripping down the wall.
"Melissa sent me, to check on you. Which is a good thing I did." Peter walked over to the radiator where a towel was drying and returned to the wall where beer was dripping. He wiped at it before collecting the shattered glass. "What's going on Argent?" Peter carried the glass into the bin to dispose of before returning to the living room and sitting down across from Chris.
Chris looked to Peter and laughed. "Like you give a damn Peter. Leave me be." Shifting forwards, Chris stood and gripped the sofa for balance. He didn't quite realise how much he had drunk at first until now. Before he could move, Peter kicked at him until he landed back on the sofa. "What the hell Hale?" Chris snapped.
Peter crossed his arms as he sat forwards in the chair. He gazed over Chris before tilting his head. "You're hiding something and they wouldn't say what. But this is certainly a low point wouldn't you think." Standing up, Peter crossed his arms and walked in front of the TV before shutting it off. "Even when your father was beating you to a pulp you never shut off." Peter turned to a red faced Chris with a knife in his grip.
Standing up, Chris held the blade out and walked away from Peter. Heading towards the study, he lowered the blade and slumped over the desk in pain and exhaustion. Two hands grasped Chris, pulling the blade away before lifting one arm over a shoulder. Peters shoulder. Looking to the side, Chris groggily stared at Peter who hauled him to his feet.
Chris had no choice but to let Peter carry him. The wolf leaned Chris's weight against him as he dragged the hunter to his room. Heading over to the bed, Peter plonked Chris down and crouched down in front of him. "What did they do?"
Watching Peter carefully, Chris allowed himself to be manoeuvred until he was sat on the edge. He watched as the wolf knelt down and looked up to him. Those eyes that he once knew so well. All he wanted to do was punch them. A hand rested on his knee and squeezed gently bringing Chris out of his thoughts. Looking further into the wolfs eyes, Chris saw the sorrow. "I- I don't want to talk about it."
Peter frowned at the tremble in the hunters voice. Peter sniffed at the air as embarrassment and weakness filled the air. Tilting his head, he looked at the hunter before picking up other scents. "Stiles mentioned they said something about a toy." Peter jumped as Chris stiffened and flinched away from the wolf. Chris looked at his feet and then to the door. As if he plotted running away.
Peter watched the hunter before it started to make sense. "Oh Christopher." Peter reached out to touch Chris but pulled away. Sitting down on his backside, he looked up and watched the turmoil in Argents face. "Does anyone else know?"
Chris looked up to Peter whilst refusing to look him in the eyes. Instead he focused on the mans ear. "Melissa and John." Looking back down to his feet, Chris fit at his lip as he fought against his emotions screaming at him. "Stiles. And you." Chris looked up this time. He looked to the wolf whose eyes burned with sorrow and anger. Pitty that Chris knew he did not deserve.
Peter brought his hand up to Chris's arm and refused to let go. Taking the man's physical pain, Peter grunted as he realised how much pain Chris was hiding. Pulling back when it started to get too much, Peter looked to the glazed eyed Christopher. "When did you last take your painkillers?" Peter watched as the man shrugged before nodding to himself.
"Get some rest Chris." Standing up, Peter helped nudge Chris onto his side before pulling the duvet over the man. "I won't tell a soul. We can sort those stitches in the morning" Peter watched as the former hunter nodded and closed his eyes. Heading into the lounge, he flicked the bedroom light off behind him and sat on the sofa. If the two who kidnapped Chris weren't dead, Peter would be going out on a killing spree tonight.
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Walking to the loft, Chris checked his pistol before tucking it in the back of his trousers. He stepped into the the loft, then looked to the teens huddled around the sofa's whilst Derek was in his usual place against the window. The wolf sniffed before turning around and looked towards Chris. "What are you doing here."
Stopping at the top of the stairs, Chris looked down at the teens then to Chris. "Well it seems nobody wanted to tell me we have a large issue in Beacon Hills right now." Walking down the steps, he looked to Derek who growled and turned to the teens. Each of them put their hands up in surrender.
"I called him. Because I would rather not see any more wounded pups." Peter walked down the spiral stairs and looked to Chris, nodding before turning to an angry faced Derek. "Oh don't be like that. We need him and you know it." Peter growled back to Derek before heading over to the desk.
"We can handle it Peter. We don't need Argent." Derek turned to Chris and stared at the former hunter. His eyes conveying the need for Chris to leave. "You can go now. We have it under control."
Chris laughed and leant over Derek's desk. He smirked and shook his head. "I'm not going anywhere. It's obvious you lot can't deal with the issue. From what Peter tells me it's been two weeks of battles." Pulling out a map from his pocket, Chris opened it up and used what he could from the table to hold it down.
"Actually it's been four-" Stiles bit his lip instantly as Scott and Derek growled at him. He sunk back instantly in his chair and fiddled with his thumb and finger. "Sorry." Stiles looked to Scott and back to his hands.
"If you don't mind. You've got a bunch of Omega's running around kicking your asses mixed with hunters aiming them towards you." Chris chuckled before drawing on the map. "They're camping here. It's the best place to control the wolves." Moving his hand across the map Chris points to each area of previous attacks that Peter has told him.
"They've hit here, here, here, here and here. Now looking at the sites, it doesn't look like a normal pattern. But it is a hunters technique. Their goal is to send you here." Chris pointed to the preserve near a cave system.
Chris watched Peter carefully as he looked at the map and growled. "They've been circling us." Looking to Chris, he got his answer and frowned. How none of them saw it was crazy. This is why Peter called him in. They needed Chris. Even under the instructions of keeping him away.
"Well thank you for the information, but you can leave now." Derek stood behind Chris with his arms crossed breathing down his neck. Before Derek could move, Chris brought the taser to contact with the wolfs skin. He instantly went rigid and dropped to the floor howling. Turning to the others, Chris watched as they all jumped out of their seats.
"Oh come on. That's a bit of dirty play ain't it Argent?" Stiles walked over to Derek and helped the wolf into a sitting position. Chris watched as the young teen looked up to him with quizzing eyes.
Scott stepped over to the map before looking at Chris. "We can handle this." Chris knew the teen meant well. They didn't want him involved, but he couldn't understand why. He had healed a long time ago and had been patrolling with Peter regularly.
Turning to Peter, Chris raised an eyebrow. From what Peter had told him on the phone, the teens were struggling. Every lead had ended up with a fight and dead end. The older wolf huffed before walking over to the window. They both could see the teens wouldn't give in and accept the help they needed.
"Fine, if you lot want to be fools. Go ahead, stink the loft up with more scents of blood." Stomping out of the door, Peter left the teens confused. Chris followed the wolf's trail with his eyes. It was unusual for Peter to not want a fight. With a glance to the teens, Chris frowned and shook his head.
"Alright but don't call me when one of you gets killed. I'm not doing any of your clearing up. I've been in this game a lot longer than all of you, and you are all falling for a trap." Leaving his map behind, Chris walked out of the loft and down to his SUV. Peter was no where to be seen, obviously he had run off into the preserve. He wished silently the wolf had hung about, but who could blame him?
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Pulling up to the preserve, Chris slammed his foot on the brake and yanked on his handbrake. Looking towards the clearing overlooking Beacon Hills, he spotted a silhouette standing with its hands in its pockets. Climbing out the car, Chris walked silently towards Peter. The wolf stood still even until Chris was standing by his side looking out over the town.
"Why are you out here Argent? You heard the kids." Peter glanced towards Chris before looking behind to the SUV. A shuffle to his side distracted him from his thoughts. Chris lowered himself down to the ground and sat leant back on his arms.
"I knew you'd be here. I wanted to check on you." Chris looked up and watched Peter shuffle. Moments later the wolf huffed then lowered himself to the floor. "Been a long time since we have done this." Leaning his head back, Chris looked up to the sky and moon. Tomorrow would be full moon. No wonder the teens were on edge even more.
"Why? Why would you want to check on me?" Growling, Peter glared at Chris with his eyes glowing blue. Argent turned to look at Peter with his eyebrow raised in interest before laying back with his hands under his head.
"I wanted to see if you were alright. And to thank you." Chris sighed before giving a small smile. Peter had been there for him the last few weeks. When Melissa and the Sheriff wasn't pestering him, Peter was there to offer a beer and walk. "I want to thank you for being there the last few weeks. I appreciate it. Also for not pressing questions at me."
Peter dropped the growl and looked at Argent. For the man to thank a wolf mustn't of been easy. Let alone to thank Peter. He had done what was asked of him, but he also couldn't help but offer more. The pair of them had history that they never spoke of. Peter couldn't help but still be fond of the hunter, but that was as far as it could go. "Well I'd rather not end up ass in the air after being shot with multiple rounds of wolfsbane."
Chris chuckled and closed his eyes. Only Peter could make such a realistic joke when Chris tried to be grateful. "I mean it Peter. You're right. I never shut off. Well I never use too." Peter looked to Chris as he spoke. It was odd for him to open up to the wolf, to talk about what was on his mind. He knew it was a moment to cherish, to be careful of, and that's why he stayed quiet to let the man speak.
"They drugged me. Not the usual way at least. I still don't know what it was they used. All I remember is the way they touched. It burnt, like they were touching me with fire and there was nothing I could do to stop it." Chris turned to look at Peter. The wolfs normal eyes stared at him in silence. It made him uneasy, but he knew that Peter was listening. Letting him speak without interrupting. "I couldn't stop them Peter, and they took exactly what they wanted, when they wanted." Sighing, Chris looked back and bit his lip.
Silence passed and neither man spoke. The silent understanding was shared between them both as well as the agreement to tell no others. Peter was grateful for the hunter to trust him. He laid his hand on Argents arm and squeezed gently. "They're gone now, you don't need to worry about it anymore." Peter tried hard not to jump when the man pulled away at the touch before stilling.
Chris turned and looked to Peter, lifting himself up into a sitting position. "That's the thing Peter…" Instantly the wolf looked at the Chris. A mixture of feelings spread from him that stirred his stomach instantly. He knew something was wrong. "It wasn't just those two."
Growling instantly, Peter stood up and looked to Chris. He was hiding his head in his hands between his knee's. Not even thinking to look up. All he wanted to do was kill, kill those involved. To howl and find the presence of those around. "Chris who were they? Who were they-"
Howls from behind caught the two off guard. Three wolfs stood between them and the SUV growling. Turning around, Peter put himself between him and Argent before howling as he shifted. "Leave." Peter glanced over his shoulder to Chris before turning round to the wolves.
The three omega's circled the pair before they could react. Chris pushed his hand under his jacket and pulled out his pistol. Aiming at the closest wolf, Chris bit his lip. "I hope you have an idea Peter."
Shifting to look at all three wolves, Peter backed against Chris and squeezed his arm before crouching down. "Always." Jumping at the two omega's in front of him, Peter drove them to the ground clawing at their skin.
Firing his gun at the omega facing him, Chris dove tot he side avoiding its attack. As he turned he watched the Omega turn and snarl at him. Behind the omega, Peter was flipping one of them over his shoulder whilst the other bit down into his arm.
A howl escaped Peter's lips as the second Omega bit down into his shoulder. Shaking them off, he threw them both back down to the ground and slashed his claws across their chest. He growled at the pair daring them to stay still, but instead their feral eyes conveyed their thoughts. Both jumped back up, injured and weak. Throwing Peter onto his back, the pair held him down fighting against his strength.
Chris shot at the Omega circling him, but with each bullet it continued to walk around with a grunt. Emptying his clip, Chris shoved a new one in and shot at the two wolves pinning Peter, careful not to hit the wolf. "This is your idea?!"
Peter grunted before pushing at the wolves. "Working on it!" Chris aimed at the omega following him whilst backing away. The omega howled before charging at Chris and collided with his body. As the momentum threw both of them over the cliff edge, the omega clamped down onto his shoulder causing him to cry out in pain as they tumbled down the rock edge. "CHRIS!"
When the pair came to a stop, Chris shot at the Omega until it let go and fell to the side. Getting up and grunting at the torn skin, Chris aimed his gun at the omega who was staring at him panting. Instead of a bullet colliding with the wolf, instead the weapon clicked as it signalled an empty clip. Swearing, Chris reached for his spare magazine to find it empty.
Throwing his gun to the side, Chris grabbed for his knife tucked in his belt and stood back as the wolf clawed out. A horrible thud from above distracted Chris, causing him to look up. For a moment there was nothing there until two omega heads pop over the edge growling. They look to their injured member before turning and growling at Chris.
Before he could swear, something collided with his body sending him face first into the cliff face. Pain radiated from his body as he slid down the rock face turning to face the wolf. Grunting at the pain, Chris fought against the darkness surrounding his eyes. As he looked up, a fist covered his view before everything turned dark.
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Warmth filled Chris first followed by pain. Opening his eyes slowly, he looked down to his side that feels significantly hotter. Chris blinks a couple times to make sure he wasn't dreaming, because Peter was curled up at his side.
Within seconds the wolf was recoiling from his body and looking up at him. He bites his lip whilst looking at Chris before pulling back and leaning against the wall. "You're awake." Straight to the point as always.
"Yeah." Grunting as he sat up, Chris let the spinning sensation pass before looking around. They were in some kind of cell with one window that instantly let him know they were in a basement. "What happened?"
Peter huffed with a cocky smile and crossed his arms. "The omega's took us down. I woke up when they were moving us, we're out of town. They checked you over before shoving us in here. Must have been half a day ago because it's nightfall now." Peter watched as Chris stilled at the mention of checking him over. With a frown he reached out and clasped his arm, squeezing gently. "Not like that."
Chris sighed before relaxing and turning to lean against the wall. "Thank you." Peter raised his eyebrow curiously before he continued. "You know what I mean Peter. For keeping an eye out." Chris looked to the door and frowned. He could tell it was locked only from the outside, multiple locks within the door itself. Designed for keeping things in.
Peter watched Chris as he stood up. The hunter limped towards the door and looked at the frame. "Already tried that." Peter stood and walked over to Chris before leaning against the wall. "I heard the lock, there's at least three. They want to keep us in for a reason."
Chris frowned and turned around eyeing the room. Hay lay in one corner of the room with a bucket in the opposite side, an obvious sign that they wanted to keep people here for some time. "Melissa and John are going to be so pissed" Sighing, Chris walked back to where he woke and slid down the wall so that he could face the door.
Peter laughed then went silent at Chris's glare. "We can just say we were busy in the woods." Smirking, Peter stepped back as a leg swiped at his feet. In retaliation, Peter kicked at Chris's foot getting a grunt from the man.
"There is no way in hell that I would ever think, dream or say that to anyone." Closing his eyes, Chris sighs and leans his head back.
"Not what you use to say, from what I remember we had a very, very romantic relationship." Peter tilted his head and smirked as Chris's eyes shot open to stare at him with his mouth open before slamming shut. "Yeah just exactly how you liked it."
Chris jumped up and forced Peter against the wall, holding him still. Anger burned through him but he couldn't force himself to punch the wolf in his arms.
"You like pinning me don't you Chris" Peter smirked as he hissed out Chris's name. "Did they ever tell you what you said in the hospital bed after the wendigo attack?" Peter whispered into Chris's ear. "Still have a thing for saying Petey from what I hear."
Chris shoved Peter hard against the wall before letting go and turning around. He growled under his own breath and step away from the wall. "I would never! We are past that is all. Nothing more."
"If we were just past, why are you holding me the way you use to always hold me before we kissed?" Peter whispered just enough for Chris to hear him. He smiled as he watched Chris tense. At least they would pass time.
Chris turned and punched Peter straight in the jaw. The wolf's body recoiled from the strength of the punch. Balancing against the wall, he rubbed his chin before launching himself at Argent. Dragging him to the floor mid shift, Peter growled and threw a claw across the mans chest.
The pair scuffled, punching one another before Chris brought a well timed punch to the wolf's nose. Peter's head fell back and slammed against the floor. Pulling back, Chris stared at the unconscious wolf with a smile. Silence at last.
Dragging the wolf onto the hay, Chris turned to look around the room without distraction. The walls were cobble stone with chains in one wall. No doubt to hold a wolf by the looks of the claw marks around them.
Walking over to the small window, Chris jumped at the ledge and heaved himself up to get a glance. The moon glowed through the tree's but it was too dark to tell where they were.
Dropping back to the floor, Chris clapped his hands and brushed off the dust. Footsteps caught his attention as he lifted his head up to the door being unlocked. Two hunters stepped through the door with their guns raised.
One pushed Chris against the wall whilst the other checked Peter. "He's out cold." The younger hunter looked to the man holding Chris against the wall.
"Had a fight with the wolf did you?" Pushing his gun against the centre of Chris's back, the hunter smirked and flipped Argent around to face him. "The hunter not like being trapped in the same room as a monster? With the very wolf you use to hunt?"
"I'm retired. And I couldn't deal with his rambling." Chris smiled at the hunter before feeling his body being shoved back against the wall. "Really? I could floor you as soon as I wanted. No need to be like that."
"That's why I'm doing this." The hunter slammed the muzzle of his gun into Chris's side before firing the trigger. Pain ripped through Chris's side in surprise as he gasped. "Jim help me chain the old man."
Hands pulled Chris as they fought against his strength, yanking his arms up to the side. Ignoring the mans grunts the two hunters forced his hands into the cuffs before locking them. Stepping back the hunters smirked as Chris tugged at the chains.
"You think these can hold me? You have another thing coming." Chris spat blood at the hunters before grunting as one slammed him against the wall. A sharp sensation ripped through Chris's leg before numbing. Looking down, Chris looked to the older man pulling away with a needle.
"Kanima venom." Smiling, the man brought a rag up to Chris's mouth and tied it tight. "Won't be long until the wolf wakes up smelling blood, may even finally kill you himself. That is if you don't suffocate first" The pair walked out the room laughing as they kicked at Peter on the way.
The door quickly locked, to which Chris could have sworn were more than the initial three. Glancing to Peter, he gasped as pain ripped through his stomach from turning. Cursing through the rag, Chris hoped the wolf would awaken soon.
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Sniffing the air through the healing pain, Peter smelt something he hadn't in a while. Blood. Opening his eyes, he growled as he looked at the hay he was previously asleep on. Looking around the floor, Peter's eyes followed the smell to a puddle of blood with two boots in the middle.
Looking up, Peter followed the boots up to a head resting on a chest whilst slumped. The hands were cuffed holding the person to the wall whose body is collapsed in their grip. Sniffing at the familiar smell, Peter frowned before realising who was the man dangling by the cuffs.
"Chris?" Standing up, Peter stepped towards Argent with a frown. He looked at the blood surrounding Chris's boots before following it up to his stomach. Putting a hand on Chris's stomach, Peter growled as he felt the blood still trickling.
Lifting Chris's face, Peter howled out as he saw the rag muffling Chris. He grasped at the chains before pulling his hand back in pain. Holding his hand tight, Peter watched as it hissed. "Wolfsbane."
Groaning, Chris lifted his head up with droopy eyes looking at Peter. He smiled before lowering his head back down to his chest. Mumbling something, Chris let his eyes close.
Pulling at the rag, Peter used his unburning hand to rip the cloth. "Chris? Wake up Chris. Melissa's going to be pissed if you die on my watch. I'd rather not have each strand of hair ripped out for getting you killed" Shaking Chris lightly, Peter looked to the hunter as his eyes opened back up.
"Mm. You'll survive." Chris closed his eyes again and rested his head. Why won't you leave me alone. Hands shook Chris but he couldn't help push it to the side. He heard Peter apologise before pain ripped through his stomach. Screaming out, the hunter's eyes opened wide as he looked to Peter.
"Sorry! I need you awake Chris. You can't go to sleep on me." Peter pulled his claws away from Chris's stomach and stared at his hand. Wiping it across his stomach, he looked back up to the chains. "We need a way to get you out of here. They've put wolfsbane on the chains. I can't free you."
"Cloth" Chris looked up to the chains and sighed. His breath rattled slightly with each inhale. "Wrap it round your hand." Chris turned to look at Peter with a smile as his voice was gruff and weak.
Taking the cloth, Peter started to wrap it around his hand. Tilting his head, he stared at the door as footsteps walked up to it. Crouching down ready to pounce, Peter stood in front of Chris as two hunters entered the room.
They stared at Peter in surprise before one of them burst out laughing. "Oh now this is entertainment. A wolf protecting a hunter. Want him all to yourself to kill?" The older man chuckled as he crossed his arms.
"I won't kill Argent. Now what the hell do you want with us?" Peter growled as he stood straighter but kept his claws out on his good hand.
"We want you to kill him. To start a war that we all know should be going on right now. A war that us hunters should be winning. Not some petty ceasefire and peace talks." Pulling his gun out to aim at Peter, the older man smiled and tilted his head. "Now kill him."
"That's what you wanted all along! You wanted me to create some war so that you had an excuse to kill wolfs." Peter growled before staring at the gun aimed to him. "Well I'm not going to do that for you. I won't be the one that causes the deaths of many."
Diving towards the hunters, Peter howled as bullets collided with him. Dropping to the floor through the pain of the burning wolfsbane, Peter stared at the hunters. The older one walked over to Chris and lifted the hunters head.
"It's such a shame to waste a good hunter." Leaning in close, the older man leant into Chris's neck and smirked. "From what I heard you were very very useful in many ways." Standing back, the hunter chuckled as he watched Chris recoil at his words. "Maybe I should keep you and kill the pet wolf."
Turning to Peter, the older man walks over and knelt down. He poked at the gunshot wounds causing the wolf to howl in pain. Having a wolf so weak beneath him sent power shivering through is body.
"We can just plant your dead bodies instead. Make it look like you killed one another." Looking to his colleague, the older man smiled. "Sort the wolfs wounds, we don't want him dead. Not yet." Getting up, the older man walked out the room laughing as he closed the door behind him.
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Sitting on a pile of hay, Peter looked at Chris laid out across another pile at the far side of the room. The hunters treated both their wounds, Peter had even started to heal. But Chris had been out ever since.
A blessing in Peter's eyes. If he knew the hunters were touching him, he would flip to say the least. It was hard enough that the man was in lockdown mode. Trying to get him to speak was hard since the incident with Stiles.
"Petey" Chris whispered as he shifted on the hay. Peter raised an interested eyebrow and smirked. Getting up slowly, he stepped towards Chris carefully. The closer he got, the more he noticed the sweat on the mans forehead. "Come back Peter, I can't do it without you."
Sitting down by Chris's side, Peter ripped a bit of his shirt off and dabbed it on the mans forehead. Chris turned into the touch and facial features relaxed. "Shh, get some rest Chris." Putting his hand onto Chris's cheek, Peter let the man lean into touch more as he took some of his pain.
Chris smirked into Peter's hand leaving the wolf shocked. "Sure Pete, whatever you say." Letting out a relaxed sigh, Chris leaned further against the wolfs hand.
"Oh we are so going to talk about this when we get out." Peter gently brushed away Chris's hair from his forehead. "Though we need to get out first. I hope the pack is looking for us."
Standing up, Peter walked to the door and searched around the frame. Banging on the door, Peter hoped they would hear him and at least come talk. Let him try negotiate letting Chris go.
"Hey! Open up! I want to talk! I want to cut a deal" Banging on the door, Peter growled before silencing as he heard them walking down the corridor. Stepping back towards Chris, Peter looked at the shivering man before turning back to the door.
The two hunters walked in with their guns aimed. Peter walked back against the wall with his hands up at their signal and waited. "What do you want Hale?"
"I want to cut a deal. For Argents release." Peter wiggled his fingers towards the former hunter laid out in sweat shivering. "He needs medical help so I'm willing to pay. How much do you want for his release?"
Peter raised an eyebrow at the hunters who laughed. He was interested in finding out who the younger hunter was. He always did as he was told, but he was well trained too. "Oh no money could pay for his release. I'm more than happy watching him suffer."
Peter growled and stepped forwards as the hunter walked towards Chris. "Stay away from him." A muzzle pushed against Peter's chest and forced him back against the wall. The young man nudged the gun and smirked at Peter.
Crouching down to Chris's side, the hunter smirked as he ran a hand down the hunters chest. "To have such a big name, tremble under my skin. It's so, so, empowering."
Chris's hand snapped up and grabbed the hunters wrist. He forced the older man to the side, yanking his gun from him. Kicking the older man in the stomach, Chris rolled over grunting before aiming the gun at the mans chest.
"What the hell? Going to shoot me? You're weak and pathetic." The hunter kicked at Chris's stomach then jumped up with his fists up in the air. "Bring it Argent."
Chris threw the gun to the floor, glancing at Peter with a smile before raising his fists. Punching the man in the face, Chris smirked before throwing an uppercut. The older hunter stumbled backwards and reached behind him pulling out a knife.
"Oh so that's how you want to play?" Reaching behind him, Chris pulled at his trousers to remove a wire. He flicked it round in his right hand and snapped it around the hunters wrist like a lassos. Pulling on it, Chris smirked as the hunter dropped his knife and clutched at his wrist caught in a snare.
Peter got the gist of where this was going. He hoped that it wouldn't end up with a wolfsbane bullet in his chest. Kicking the hunter, Peter snapped into his half shift, biting into the young hunters shoulder. The young man cried in pain dropping the gun.
Chris tugged on the wire before shoving his fist into the older hunters face. The cracking sound of the hunters head against the floor echoed through the room. Looking down at the man,
Chris noticed the man was out cold. Grabbing the wire from the mans hand and pulling it tightly, Chris quickly wrapped it around the mans throat and tugged it until it cut the jugular. Moments later, with blood pouring on the floor, Chris felt for a pulse.
Smiling when he received none, Chris turned to see Peter covered in blood himself. Letting go of the wire, Chris stumbled backwards into Peter's arms with a grunt. "Sorry."
Peter held Chris in his arms before standing the hunter up straight. He kept his arms close as Chris regained his balance. "You alright?" Peter frowned when Chris nodded but didn't say a word.
Argent rummaged through the hunters pockets until he pulled out a pair of car keys and door keys. Lifting them up, Chris smiled at Peter and turned to the door.
Pulling the door open, Chris stepped out of the room and into the corridor. He looked to the multiple doors in the hallway before glancing back to Peter. "Coming?"
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Unlocking the door to a cell, Peter tugged the door open to look at the Omega inside. The older woman was huddled in the corner staring at her. "You're free to go. Head south and stay away from Beacon Hills."
Peter growled as the woman passed him with thanks before taking off out the building. "Hey Chris all done here" Peter leant past the door and looked over to the room in the back. A silhouette passed the door grasping Peters interest more.
Chris paced the room with frustration before leaning against a chair trying to grasp his breath. He squeezed the bridge of his nose hoping to clear the pressure building up.
"You sure you're okay?" Peter leant against the frame of the door with his arms crossed. He couldn't help but feel concerned for Argent. "Pretty sure you shouldn't be overdoing it with that wound."
Chris chuckled before clutching his stomach and leaning over the chair more. "Stop it." Waiting a few breaths for the pain to subside, he stood up and turned to Peter. "Let's get out of here-"
Chris stepped towards Peter. The wolf eyes him as his face went white before dropping. Even with his wolf speed he couldn't stop Chris from hitting the floor.
"Really Chris." Lifting him up into his arms, Peter looked down at the expressionless Argent. Glancing around the room, Peter made sure that there was nothing else that needed collecting before carrying Chris to the hunters truck.
Slipping Chris into the backseat, Peter listened to the steadyish heartbeat before climbing into the drivers seat. Pulling out Chris's phone that he stole back from the hunters, Peter flicked through the contacts until he found Melissa.
After a few rings, the phone picked up. "Argent? Where the hell have you been?"
"Hey Melissa…" Peter winced as he thought of how angry she sounded.
"Peter what the hell are you doing with Chris's phone? Put him on it now." Melissa was certainly pissed.
"Err, yeah about that. We may have sorted the Omega issue-" Peter bit his lip as he heard Melissa growl on the phone.
"PETER!" Melissa was snapping. Now he was certainly done for when they get back.
"We got kidnapped." Peter whined as he admitted it.
"Jesus Peter I said keep him safe and out of trouble!"
"I didn't expect a bunch of hunters AND omega's to team up against us. Are you by any chance at the hospital?" Peter sighed and started the ignition. Thankfully the truck had built in sat nav. "We are erm, forty minutes away."
"I wasn't due in for another few hours, but I'll head in now. What should I expect? Because seeing as you heal, I'm going to guess Chris got himself into trouble." Peter could visualise the scolding through the phone. Melissa with her arms crossed giving him 'the stare'.
"Bullet wound to the stomach, significant blood loss, currently out for the count with a steadyish heartbeat." Peter glanced at Chris in the windscreen mirror and let out a sigh. "He got a bit cocky"
Peter smiled at the remark. He was proud at how cocky Chris was at the hunter. "I swear to god that man is going to feel my wrath. I'm calling John. Get him straight to the hospital Peter."
The call ended and Peter winced. Within half an hour full speed, Peter pulled up to the hospital's accident and emergency. He didn't even bother worrying about ambulances. He just jumped out and grabbed Chris from the back seat.
Walking through the doors, Peter looked for Melissa who brought a team and gurney instantly over to him. Lowering Chris down, Peter brushed his hand across the former hunters arm as they took him away.
Melissa stood by Peter's side and grasped his hands. "You got him here in time, don't worry. He's a fighter and a trouble maker. As bad as you are. Now come with me, looks like that hand needs seeing too."
Peter looked down to his wrapped up hand. The healing was going slower than usual. It was still black with skin peeling off. Before he could protest, Melissa dragged him into a room in the back with supplies.
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Listening to the monitors, Chris winced inside as he knew exactly where he was. Melissa was going to scold him. "I can hear you thinking." Peter's voice came from his side. Turning to look, Chris frowned before smiling at the wolf sat in the chair.
"Hey to you too wolfie." Chris smirked as Peter looked at him. "Oh come on it's not that bad." This time that got even more of a raised eyebrow.
"If it's not that bad then we can talk about you calling me Pete, or Petie." Peter leant forwards with one leg rested across the other and looked straight at Chris. "Because it wasn't just once you've said this."
"Er, about that." Chris shuffled on the bed until Peter grabbed a controller and lifted the head up. "Thanks." Shuffling on the spot until he got more comfortable, Chris looked to Peter and sighed. "Look Peter, thank you for what you did. I'm sorry I got us in that situation. I uh. I miss us."
Peter looked to Chris and nodded before leaning back. "I get it." Standing up, Peter looked to Chris then the door. "I best tell Melissa you're awake." Walking out the room, Peter ignored Chris's calls to speak to Melissa.
Closing his eyes, Chris cursed continuously in his mind as he replayed the last two minutes. "Thought Hale said you were awake." Opening his eyes, Chris looked to a frustrated Melissa in her nurse scrubs.
"Melissa-" Chris bit his lip as she walks over to him and pressed her hand into his shoulders pinning him to the bed. "What the hell?"
"We are going to talk and you are going to listen." Melissa sat on the bed staring at Chris. "It's time we step in and do something about you."
Melissa looked to the door and stood up, she nodded as John walked in with a wheel chair. Before he could protest, John slapped a pair of cuff's on Chris's hands. Hoisting him out of bed, Melissa and John grabbed Chris before plonking him onto the wheelchair.
Pulling out a needle, Melissa grabbed Chris's cannula as he began to fight against them and pushed the fluid through it. Chris tugged his arm away and leant forwards to climb out of the chair only to be met by John's hands tugging him back.
Melissa grabbed the blanket from the bed and threw it over Chris who stared at her with his mouth slightly open. "A little mixture to keep you docile whilst we head to our destination." Melissa nodded to John who let go of Chris and grabbed the handles.
Pushing Chris down the hallway, Melissa walked by Johns side making sure that Chris stayed quiet. Heading towards the underground carpark, they took Chris towards an awaiting car.
"Let's get him in, it's time we deal with this issue once and for all." Melissa smiled at John as they hauled a dead weight unconscious Chris into the car.
