A/N.
Okay, I think I have tormented enough people with the chapter ending, especially GFM, sorry hon.
Hopefully not a shitty chapter. I will apologize for the heartbreak and pain that reading this chapter will cause you, it does not end here, just, *breaks down in tears*.
Also I'm very aware that in a flashback in this chapter will be very not canon but if you get confused just ask and I will hopefully be able to answer.
Thank you so much to Jaylene Olebar and GFM for reviewing on the last chapter.
Chapter fourteen.
Sweet lullaby.
"A girl calls and asks, "Does it hurt very much to die?"
"Well, sweetheart," I tell her, "yes, but it
hurts a lot more to keep living."
―Chuck Palahniuk,Survivor
Peter POV.
Both wolves starred in shock and Deaton went silent for a second before he jumped into action, franticly getting something to bring the two wolves back to life.
Peter, go to Scott, Derek, go to Isaac," the vet almost yells at them.
He shoots his nephew a glance before he moved to stand by his pup's side, pleading with him to come back, that they were not done yet.
"Move your hands," Deaton almost growls at him and Scott's body lifts up from the table from the electric shock the vet gives him. The man gives Peter a look before he tried again, and again.
"Start CPR, I'm going to Isaac," he said and moved over to the younger pup.
He didn't hesitate to start, begging and pleading with tears streaming down his cheeks. He knew he was a far cry from the man he had been before the fire, but damn it if he couldn't shed a tear for his pup.
A small yes from Derek told him that Isaac was back again, and it was confirmed when he felt Derek try to push him away from Scott to take over. He snarled at him but relented and moved to hold the betas' cold and clammy hand. He didn't like it, he didn't understand it. Isaac had flat lined too, at the exact same time as Scott and the other pup was not nearly as wounded as Scott, he would have survived no matter what.
"Derek," he asked tensely, "What kind of bond do Isaac and Scott share?"
His nephew didn't look at him, just continued to try to make Scott come back, his answer was out of breath, shaking and it sounded painful to say it out loud.
"Mates."
And Peter died right there. That wasn't good, they shouldn't have brought Isaac back before Scott, the pup would have been better off dead if they couldn't get Scott back.
Deaton was done with taking care of Isaac and came over to stand by their sides, his eyes big and hurt.
"They are going to pay."
Peter nodded; oh they would not know he was there before it would be too late.
When Derek finally stopped and stepped back, Peter made a pained whine and rested his forehead against Scott's burned body and began to cry.
Derek POV.
He could feel his heart hammer in his chest, along with that he could also feel the sweat coat his face and his shirt was sticking to his body with it.
There was a pressure in his chest, something he had never thought that he would feel after the death of his family, but here it was, the feeling of loss. It didn't help to see his uncle leaned over Scott and smelling the tears and grief rolling of the man that he had once killed.
He looked over to Isaac and sighed, they shouldn't have brought him back, they were linked.
He stepped over to stand by Peter's side and laid a hand on the older man's shoulder. When he got no reaction other than a fresh wave of sobs, he gripped the man's shoulders tight and pulled him into a crushing hug, letting his uncle cry out on his shoulder as he looked at the pale, silent and very dead form of his brother.
Scott POV.
The first thing he noticed was that he was in a forest. Why was he in a forest? Hadn't the lair blown up, hadn't he just lost his family all over again?
He could feel the tears roll down his cheeks and lifted a hand up to dry them away, only to yelp in pain when burned skin came in contact with burned skin.
He huffed and began to walk forward; he needed to know where he was, he needed to find Isaac.
When he came to a clearing he stopped. Right in front of him was one of the largest tree stumps that he had ever seen before in his life. It could have been beautiful if it hadn't been cut down.
He sniffed again and walked over to the tree and laid his left hand on it, "Why is it hot?" he asked himself loudly.
"Because it can give you a choice," a soft voice came from behind him. No, that couldn't be, she was dead, he had seen her burn, he had heard it from Laura.
"Mom," he croaked and staggered forward on suddenly jelly like legs.
The woman in front of him smile and reached forward to take a look at him, her eyes sad as she looked at the damage that had been done to him.
"Hon, The tree can bring you back, back to your mate, your Alpha," she looked hesitating at the tree stump before she continued, "And your father."
As he starred shocked at her, something flickered in the air beside them and she turned them both to look at the flickering turned into moving pictures.
He reached forward with a burned hand, forward in a hope to touch his Alpha, his Isaac and. He looked at the man that Derek had in a tight hug and it was like he could hear and smell the tears and sobs that wrecked the man.
"Peter." More tears rolled down his cheeks and he looked back at his mother. She looked sad as she looked at his former Alpha before she again turned her attention to him and the flickering movie faded away.
"Yes, Peter. You were burned so bad that they cannot get you to breathe again, your body has been too damaged by the smoke and fire, only you can do something."
He watched his mother disappear in front of him and for the first time in a long time, Scott lets himself cry until he can't cry anymore, sobbing and screaming that he wanted to go back, that he wanted back to his mate, his Alpha and to Peter; he just wanted to go home.
Derek POV.
A whine behind him alerted him that Isaac was awake and he looked at Peter in panic, Deaton had left.
His uncle shook his head and continued to clutch Scott closer to his body and Derek was left to tell Isaac that his mate was dead and wouldn't come back.
He helped the teen sit up with his legs over the side of the table, careful to not touch the wounds that was scattered all over his skin.
"Derek, where's Scott?" he tried to say more but a cough made him buck over and Derek held him until it subsided.
Isaac must have senses the tense atmosphere in the room and tried to look past him, "Peter," the Alpha called out, causing the older Alpha to shield Scott from view, making Isaac agitated.
"Derek," he hissed, "Where's Scott?"
"Sco-"he almost said before he fell to the floor and clutched his chest, his eyes crimson and fangs and claws were out. He looked up at the celling before he curled into a fatal position, leaving Isaac at a loss as he watched his Alpha suffer.
Peter POV.
He cursed as he sensed the shift on his nephew, he was barely holding it together himself but he had always prided himself with having absolute control and right now was not time to lose it.
He kissed his pup's head and slowly crawled down the table and covered him with a quilt, before he moved over to crunch beside Derek; the Alpha finally felt the loss of his beta.
Derek, listen to me, Isaac needs you right now, I'll take care of Scott, he deserves to be with our family," he hurried to say, not seeking contact with his pup's mate.
His nephew nodded and Peter could see the effort that it took for him to get back up again. Meanwhile Isaac had finally seemed to catch on and Peter barely had time to reach before he caught the struggling teen in his arms. Isaac was snarling, his eyes golden and he could feel the pup try to scratch him enough for him to let him go.
"Isaac, don't, please, go with Derek, let me take care of Scott, please."
There must have been something in the way he pleaded with the pup that made him stop and look at him, his eyes still golden but at least Peter could see that the pup had gotten some of his control back.
He nodded and turned back to look at Derek who had finally gotten up to stand, eyes locked on the covered shape of his oldest beta.
"I'm sorry Scott," he whimpered before dragging Isaac out after him.
Deaton came back just as Peter heard the Camaro start up, a solemn look on his face, "I told Melissa. She trusts you to handle it."
It almost makes his cry again but Deaton wasn't done speaking.
"They found the three teens again. Lydia and Jackson is dead, the cause behind it are still uncertain, Stiles' very wounded but the doctors say he'll make it despite the severity of his injuries."
He nods and moves to stand by his pup's side again, moving the quilt off his cold and burned body.
"He never learned the truth, never knew what really happened that night Talia found us," he longs to hold Scott like that again, long to see the devotion in the pup's eyes, longs for him to heal and breathe again.
He knew they shouldn't be here, it was another packs territory. But the only thing he had been able to think about was to get his pup away from the hunters that had come; his wife had almost thrown the small toddler in his arms and ordered him to run, to seek other ground.
To save their pup.
It brought him here, wounded and bleeding from serval bullets and holding the whimpering pup in his arms, he was wounded too and Peter could smell the wolfs bane poison run through his veins. He lifted his head and howled, he needed help, they both did.
He didn't have to wait long. Judging by the footsteps he heard, it was only two people that came. He lifted his head up and snarled when they were within sight.
A female, flashed her eyes red and he looked down in submission.
It was then they discovered the pup in his arms. The female Alpha carefully stepped forward and got down on her knees in front of them.
"My name's Talia, we can help you," she said and reached forward with his arms, an invitation to carry his pup when he was weak.
He snarled a little and clutched Scott a little tighter, but the woman just smiled softly, no aggressiveness in her stance what so ever.
He nodded and pried Scott's hands off his iron grip in his shirt and passed the toddler over to the female Alpha. She smiled softly and nodded to the male wolf that stood poised behind her, "Call Deaton, tell him we need him immediately at the house, aconite poison.
It took the man that had been there when they reached the house an hour before he was certain that both he and Scott would survive.
The man looked at the now sleeping pup in Peter's arms and smiled, "What happened?" he asked.
"Hunters," he growled and buried his nose in his pups fluffy hair, "Hunters."
He felt the vets hand on his shoulder, "Talia had no doubt about the two of you. She adored Scott too much to reject you from the pack."
He sighed and took Scott in his arms, "I'll take care of it, tell Melissa that I burry him at the Hale house," he says as Deaton tucks a blanket around Scott's body and nods, "I will."
He doesn't take the car, just walks past his nephew and shakes his head as he man fell in a walk behind him, calm on the outside but Peter could smell the younger man's grief.
Derek POV.
He didn't know what to do when he had chained Isaac up in his loft just to be sure he told the beta.
He feels tears run down his face as he walks behind his uncle, he knew where they are headed, and he doesn't question the man's desire to lay Scott to rest along with the rest of their family.
Peter stopped in front of him and starred at the place where they had buried their family, a fresh dug grave in front of them, made both wolves look around then, eyes crimson.
There was nobody around them, not even a trace of a scent of whoever had dug the grave.
Peter POV.
He sighed sadly and pressed a last kiss to Scott's forehead and adjusted the body in his arm and nodded to Derek and the man took Scott's leg and gently they laid him in the makeshift grave, the blanket is pulled back, revealing the burn that covered his pup's body and he swallowed thickly.
"He didn't deserve this end," he heard Derek say behind him.
Peter shakes his head, because no, Scott didn't deserve this to end.
He shook his head and picked up the shovel and began to move the dirt back in the grave. His cheeks were dry but he didn't have more tears to cry, only the dry heaves the sometimes wrecked his body as he buried his pup.
A/N.
Should I start running now? It was my plan from chapter two to kill Scott but not this early. Don't worry the story will go on and into a war with the Argents.
Please review and make me cry some more.