A/N.
Sixth chapter. I know it's overdue but RL didn't give me the time I needed to write the chapter but I'm doing it now.
To answer a question that True Alpha Jaguar 1999 had, "Will Scott be with anyone?" The answer right now is that, yes, later, I don't know how much later but it will happen. Who it will be I can't tell yet, but it won't be Kira.
Peter will be very OOC at least that's what I think he is.
Warning: MAJOR FEELS in this chapter, grip the tissues.

Read and enjoy.

Chapter six.
Hidden heart.

"I'm afraid that if I don't do something soon, everybody is going to leave me."-Scott.

He was in the chair when he heard the front door open. He knew it was Peter. It did however surprise him that his uncle came this fast, it must have been something in his voice.

He sighed deeply and looked over at Scott. The young teen had yet to wake up again. His body was failing him, even with an Alpha Scott couldn't heal. He had been too late.

His eyes didn't leave Scott when the door into the room opened. He did raise his eyes when he heard his uncle's heartbeat skyrocket.

"It reeks of death."

It was a statement. Derek could smell it. A heavy scent had filled the room. It was a scent of pain and death, all at once.

He looked up at Peter. His uncle's expression was cold, but his eyes showed the emotions his face failed to show.

Fear.

He didn't say anything but growled softly when Peter walked forward and laid his hand on Scott's. Immediately his veins flowed black as he took Scott's pain.

"It may surprise you Derek, that I in fact have a heart when it comes to Scott." His uncle's voice sounded. It sounded tired. After a minute Peter pulled his hand away from Scott's hand and turned his attention towards Derek.

"So what did you want from me? Because this clearly wasn't what you expected to happen when you called me earlier, so what do you want?" He sighed.

Looking away from Scott, he turned his eyes to Peter. The older wolf had a blank expression but his lips were pinched and his eyes hard, it was something Derek wasn't used to see on Peter's face.

"I want to know how you break to bond between an Alpha and a beta."

Peter's eyes went big. He looked at the bite mark on Scott's neck and then back at Derek. "Well, what have you now done nephew? Not ready to be an Alpha again?" His uncle answered in a mocking and sarcastic tone.

If only he knew.

"I'm not fit to lead. You know how it went the last time I tried, and I'm not letting that happen to Scott. He deserves better than that. He deserves better than having me as his Alpha." he replied.

He stood up from the chair he sat in and walked over to Scott. Mentally preparing himself he moved the t-shirt Scott was wearing up and revealed the soaked bandages that was wrapped around his chest, black blood instead of red.

He heard Peter's breath catch in his throat but didn't look back as he slowly started to unwrap the bloody bandages. Snorting as the scent of blood, pain and death slowly got stronger. He felt Peter's presence beside him and was pushed aside as his uncle took over to duty.

"Go sit down again," he commanded.

Against everything he had, he did what his uncle asked of him.

Peter POV

Already he could see and smell more of the wound than he wanted to. He could smell he even before he had entered the house. It was death.

He had pushed Derek away when it became obvious that the man was dreading what he wanted to show him. He couldn't have been more right.

As he peeled the last of the blood soaked bandages away, he reared back, a snarl at the tip of his lips as he looked at the damaged.

In the middle of the pups chest was a massive wound. Black blood was leaking from it, the stitches couldn't keep it together. He closed his eyes and counted to ten in his head. Slowly he looked away from Scott and back to Derek, who was looking away from Scott.

"Who did this to him?" A snarl obvious in his voice.

Derek looked surprised at him before his face hardened. "We don't know yet but I think Malia might know who did it. So far she's only told me someone has been manipulating the pack through Scott. He might be the one who did this to Scott."

Derek paused and looked sharply at him, "Why do you suddenly care? Why does he suddenly mean so much to you?" Derek's tone was cold.

He bit hard together and thought about what Derek had said, why did he care? Truth be told he didn't really know why. He knew some part of it was because he was the one who bit Scott, he had had a bond with the young teen and even as twisted as he was, he too had felt the pack bond snap when Scott had died. His expression turned grim as he thought back, he had been at his apartment when he had felt it.

A sharp snap felt in his chest and his cup of coffee fell to floor. Suddenly a scream curled out of his mouth and he fell to floor with his hands clutching his shirt. A name on his tongue, a bond that had never been acknowledged, never nurtured.

It felt like it went on for centuries, but then just as suddenly as it had snapped, the bond was back in place, back like it had never been broken to start with.

He was left there, lying on his floor, gasping like a fish after water. Shakenly he slowly sat up again, his arms barely able to hold him up.

"Scott." he whispered.

His breathing was still too fast, it had felt too real. It had been real.

"Because I felt it too."

He felt Derek's gaze burn a hole on his back, before the younger Hale stood up with a sigh, "I'm going to speak with Melissa. Don't kill him, you won't get the spark by that," he said with a pointed finger in his direction, as if Peter needed to be reminded.

He opened his eyes and was again greeted with the sight of the ugly wound in the middle of the younger wolfs chest.

He walked into the bathroom and opened the closet to find medical supplies and he carried them back out to Scott.

He laid them on the bed and for the first time since he entered to room, he got a good look at the boy. He had bags hanging under his eyes and the bones in his face stood out and made him look like a skeleton. He had lost weight, too much.

Stress would do that to people.

As soon as his hand made contact with the bleeding skin, Scott shot up in his bed and growled out a name, "Theo." He cried out before he fell back into the bed again.

He laid his right hand on Scott's shoulder to keep him down on the bed as he continued to clean the wound he had. Scott had remained conscious during it, but he hadn't spoken yet.

"What are you doing here," he croaked. His voice weak, he didn't sound like he had the energy to do anything, much else lead a conversation with his former rejected Alpha.

"I'm saving your ass." He shot back.

He looked at Scott as the teen sighed and let his head fall back against the bed. "Don't bother, they don't want me back." He heard him say as the scent of shame and guilt filled the room.

He couldn't help but snort at Scott. Always trying to be the hero.

"Why? Because you killed an innocent?" he raised his eyebrows, "I hate to bring it to you Scott, but you are hardly the only dysfunctional member of the pack. We have all done things we are not proud to have done, but we live with the consequences of you actions. I won't judge you."

It was all said with a gentle voice. He meant every word he said to the pup.

He heard the teen hiss in pain as he turned away from Peter and cut off the treatment he was giving the young wolf.

"I don't want to speak about it." He said with a finality that made Peter proud if they hadn't been in the current situation.

As it was he laid his hand on Scott's shoulder to stop him from moving away completely. He did everything he could to not take Scott's pain, but there was just so much of it and a little black leeched into him.

"Listen Scott. You can't keep bottling things up. My nephew is not fit nor strong enough to help you heal and there is a way to break to bond that he created when he made you his beta, but it will be very painful and you might not make it through." His voice was grave, serious.

He could fell the bone under the skin. He could fell him tense under his hand, he didn't like this.

"I promise you that if you tell me what happened for your eyes to get blue, I'm going to give you something in return."

He saw Scott turn his head to look at him and heard him mumble, "You want to go to hell?"

He couldn't stop the laugh from his mouth. The comment was so Scott that it made Peter smile and he took his hand away from Scott shoulder as he continued to chuckle.

"Only for you Scott." Laughter still evident in his tone.

Scott slowly started uncurling but stopped to hiss in pain. Peter sighed before moving to help him lay on his back. Scott turned his head to look Peter in the eyes. Even though he had expected it, he still flinched when Scott's eyes flashed blue.

The younger boy sighed before turning his face away.

"It wasn't meant to happen. I don't know how it happened." He heard the pup take a deep shuddering breath and laid his hand on his shoulder. "Suddenly he was in front of me and I-I-I don't know what happened but it was like something went down in front of my eyes and all I could see was red." Scott was sobbing by now, blood tickling down the corners of his mouth and mixed with his tears, and Peter was reminded that he hadn't rebound Scott's chest yet.

"It was like this anger; I had never felt anything like that before, not even when I turned. And when I returned to myself, I had skin and blood under my nails and he laid there in front of me. I had torn out his throat and his chest was ripped."

Scott was now sobbing and crying uncontrollably. Peter rolled his eyes before he pulled the teen up in his lab and linked his arms around the young wolf, tugged the pups head under his chin and just held him there.

"It's okay Scott I won't judge you."

After almost an hour of sobbing and crying the teen had calmed down enough to sleep again, so Peter had laid him back down on the bed. The wound was not getting better. Either the bite Derek gave him was being denied or something else was very wrong, very, very wrong.

With one lasting look at the teen Peter opened the door and walked downstairs where he could hear Derek and Melissa speak.

They both looked up when he entered the kitchen. Melissa with a hopeful expression and Derek with a weary and dreadful one.

He shook his head. "I couldn't get much out of him but his wound is still not healing." He looked pointy at Derek as he said it.

"I don't think he's acknowledging the bond. Somehow he's refusing it. You should be able to sense your pack, can you sense him"

At Derek's head shaking, Peter sighed deeply as he thought "This is worse than I thought."

He walked over to a chair and sat down. Opening and closing his hands he thought his options through. He could tell them what Scott had told him but then again. The pup had confided to him, trusted him enough to tell him things he wouldn't tell anybody else and it did something to him. It made a place he thought was dead light up again.

Maybe it wasn't too late to save the boy.

"Trust does strange things to people Peter, never forget that." Talia smiled at him with a fond look. "Find someone you trust and let the bond do the magic."

He looked up sharply, "Who did Scott trust more than anyone?" he quickly asked.

Derek looked at him with a strange face before it lit up, "Isaac."

Peter snorted before he looked down; of course, the younger wolf had trusted Scott and Scott had in return given just as much trust in return,

"Who'll call." He said with a smirk as he looked around the room.

A/N
Finally I can post this chapter. As for Scott's relationship status I think I'll do some Scisaac, I adore them as a pair. Rating might go up because of it.
Anyway review and tell me if you like it. I have a hard time making Peter the bad guy so that's why he was so OOC, also hence the title.