Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or any of it's characters. If I did, Sterek would be canon.
A/N: The Pack set a plan into motion, Allison talks to her mother and Lydia celebrates her birthday.
The Hale Pack: Worm Moon
Lydia became aware of the fact that she was holding something, so she parted her hands, revealing a purple flower.
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"What do you remember?" Derek asked Lydia softly. Jackson, Stiles and Erica had followed Lydia's scent to the cemetery whilst Derek was dealing with Victoria. They found her sitting next to Peter's grave, staring at a wolfsbane flower. It took ten minutes to get her out of her, for lack of a better word, trance, and bring her back. The Pack was at the McCall residence so that Melissa could help with their injuries.
"I remember going with Boyd to help you find Scott and sealing the mountain ash barrier, then the next thing I know, I'm in the cemetery, holding wolfsbane." Lydia replied. "It must be something Banshee related, since I wound up next to Peter's grave." She shuddered involuntarily at the thought of the man. "But I don't remember seeing him or hearing his voice."
"Okay, if you remember anything, you'll let me know?"
"I promise." Lydia smiled. "But, I need to steal Stiles, Erica and Allison tomorrow." She grinned. "Shopping for outfits to wear at my birthday party."
"Ah, that. Uh.. Are you having it on the night of your birthday?" He asked hesitantly.
"Of course."
"Well, then, Jackson, Erica, Boyd and I won't be able to go." He informed her ruefully.
"Why not?" Lydia demanded, rising to her feet, glaring at her Alpha, thought it lacked any true anger. "I mean, I know it's a full moon, but they've all gotten way better at self control!"
"True, on regular days but not on a full moon." Derek reminded her patiently. "I'll tell you what, if they can stay under control and not shift for two hours, they can come by for an hour."
Lydia looked like she wanted to protest, but the look in Derek's eyes showed that it was the best offer she was going to get. "Fine." She huffed, "But I'm still bringing Erica shopping, if she has to miss my party, she should at least get a hot new outfit."
Derek sighed and pulled out his wallet. "Here's five hundred, get something intimidating."
Lydia smirked at him and took the money gratefully. "As you command, oh, Alpha mine."
"Be careful, okay?" Derek urged, tone serious again.
"It's just shopping, Derek." Lydia grinned teasingly.
"You know what I mean, Lydia. We don't know what he's planning, we don't know what your abilities can do or what influence he has over them and you." Derek set his hand on Lydia's shoulder and looked the girl in the eyes. "You're Pack. Family. If anything happens to you-"
"Nothing will." Lydia assured, "I'll be fine, I don't really understand any of it, but nothing bad has happened to me so far, I haven't been physically hurt. I don't think he can do anything except bug me and sometimes, make me feel like I'm losing my mind." She admitted softly. "But I know that no matter what, I have my Pack to turn to. You don't have to worry about me."
"Yes I do." Derek smiled. "It's my job to worry about all of you."
"Fair enough, but you don't have to worry about me any more than the rest of the Pack. Okay?"
"Okay, I'll try."
"Really? C'mon, isn't Stiles the one you're supposed to be worrying about the most?" Lydia asked in exasperation.
"Stiles isn't being haunted by the ghost of a psychopath." Derek gently reminded her.
"True."
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The Pack were sitting in the Stilinski living room the following evening, watching a movie and waiting for the pizzas to arrive. About halfway through the movie, the doorbell rang. Allison stood and began walking towards the door. "I'll get it." She heard the wolves of the Pack call out for her to wait but by then she had already opened the door, and found herself face to face with her parents.
"Allison." Victoria greeted with a soft smile, a far cry from the hostility she had shown during their last few encounters. "May we come in? We are unarmed, you may check if you'd like."
"Come on in Mr and Mrs Argent." Derek's voice called from behind her. The couple stepped into the house and Allison led them to the living room. The couch had been cleared and the Pack was scattered around the room. Once her parents were seated, Allison stood next to Derek, her mates right behind her. The girl folded her arms, held her head high and kept her expression neutral as she stared down her mother and waited for her to speak.
"I know that I have no right to come here after what I did." Was Victoria's opening line. "I know that what I did was horrible. I wasn't thinking clearly, which is no excuse, I was convinced that if I got rid of her Mate, Allison wouldn't want to be a part of the Pack anymore. I was hoping that I'd be able to hide what I'd done so that Allison would come home. I should have known better, even before finding out about Isaac. The reality of what I'd done and tried to do didn't set in until afterwards, when I told Chris what had happened. His reaction was..." She looked down in shame before clearing her throat, then she was back to being the headstrong Matriarch they all knew her to be, looking at them with a steely expression. "That's when I realised how wrong I was, how I was slowly turning into a monster. I'd just tried to kill an innocent teenage boy, and end a peace treaty. I realised that all the things I thought were wrong. I wholeheartedly believed humans were good and the supernatural was bad, but every one of you has more humanity in your little fingers than most hunters, myself included, have in our whole bodies. I see that now. I know that doesn't even begin to make up for what I've done, but I'm sorry."
There was a moment of silence around the room as everyone took in what Victoria had said.
"You're right," Stiles began, with a slight nod. "It doesn't make up for it, but what you said is a start. I'm glad that you're seeing the truth and trying to change, for Ally's sake. We will help you with shifting and controlling your abilities, but if it's a Pack you're looking for, it's going to take a lot more than words."
Victoria shook her head. "I could never ask to join your Pack after everything. However I would like to take you up on helping me control it, and ask if you could help lock me up on the full moon. We obviously have containment units available, but I fear that Gerard or the others will try something. Gerard already tried to talk me into killing myself, and I would have, had I not come to my realisation. He is under the impression that on the night, I will be taking my life, but I won't."
"Of course." Derek agreed almost instantly. "But you must know that you'll be joined by Jackson, Boyd and Erica, for at least two hours. Maybe the whole night." Victoria agreed and thanked him, as did Chris.
"I'm glad that you're not going to." Allison whispered with tears in her eyes. She meant every word that she had said at the rave, but the thought of her mother actually committing suicide hadn't really occured to her until just then, before it was just hypothetical and completely insane. Her mother was always somebody who criticised those who commit suicide, refered to them as weak. But here she was confessing that she was prepared to do so rather than become a werewolf Victoria was immediately on her feet, and wrapping Allison into a hug. The hug lasted a few minutes before they parted, and Allison wiped her cheeks. "Something needs to be done about Gerard."
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"So, you think that Gerard is here to force Derek to give him the bite so he can be cured of cancer?" Doctor Deaton asked Scott in the Animal clinic the next day.
"Yes." Scott nodded as he cleaned out a cat cage. "Mr and Mrs Argent have picked up on things. Like, when Gerard was trying to convince Mrs Argent to kill herself, she said her new enhanced hearing kicked in and his heart was beating like crazy when he said that it was 'the right thing to do' and 'all hunters should do it'. Indicating that he doesn't believe that." Scott explained to the doctor as he stood up. "And even if we're wrong, we got a hold of his medical files, and Lydia says that his cancer is so severe that the pills he's taking probably won't do a thing. So what we're planning won't make a difference, at least not unless he gets the bite."
"And what exactly are you planning?"
"Swapping out his pills for mountain ash. Stiles' idea."
Deaton nodded, and looked impressed for a split second, before his expression turned neutral again. "That's smart, and Miss Martin is right, those pills won't be helping him in any way. But I fail to see why you need my help when you already have everything figured out." Scott turned slightly nervous.
"Uh, the thing is, we have everything sorted in theory, but we don't have the means to pull it off. So we were hoping that you'd be able to supply us with mountain ash, lots of it. We would ask Mr Argent, but we don't want to risk one of the other hunters noticing it missing and catching on and Gerard finding out, so it's best that they don't know just yet."
"Alright." Deaton nodded. "I'll have it all ready for you by the end of your shift."
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Later that day, Allison, Lydia and Stiles were in the Argent house, in Gerard's bathroom.
Allison opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out several bottles. Lydia took a bottle from her and glanced at the label. "I was right." The redhead stated. "Gerard is past chemotherapy. These supplements really don't do much of anything."
"And yet, he downs them like M&Ms." Allison commented as she emptied the medicine cabinet of everything but aspirin and ibuprofen.
"How long do we have?" Lydia asked as she opened one of the bottles.
"At least two hours." Allison stated as Lydia poured the pills into a pile on the counter. She screwed open one of the capsules and emptied it into a Ziploc bag, then filled it with mountain ash. Lydia was holding the bottom half of the capsule still as Allison carefully filled it with mountain ash, then Stiles would place the cap on and hand Lydia the next capsule, whilst listening out for anyone entering the house. It was painstaking work, and they moved slowly.
They had filled half of the capsules from the fifth bottle, when the front door opened. "It's just your parents." Stiles assured.
"Oh good." Allison smiled, then called out. "Hi mum, hi dad!"
"Allison?" Chris called, and the three heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Stiles heard Victoria tell Chris where they were, within seconds, the couple was standing in the doorway. "What are you doing?"
"Poisoning Gerard." Allison told him casually as she continued filling the capsule.
Chris blinked at her, then he blinked at Lydia, then at Stiles. He looked at the pile of pills then he looked at Allison again, "Okay." Chris nodded. "Need any help?"
"Nah, we're good, but we could use a little extra mountain ash?" She asked, holding up the almost empty bag.
"Allison, if that was full, you would have at least a kilogram." Chris stated with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah, but we've replaced half of his medicine cabinet!"
"Really? Well done. Wait, how long have you been here?"
"Around three hours." Allison stated as she placed all of the full capsules into a tub.
"Actually, it's closer to four now." Lydia corrected, looking at her watch.
Chris gave the group a calculating look, then shook his head and left the room, but Victoria stayed.
"So the full moon is tomorrow," Allison commented. "How are you feeling?"
"A little on edge." Victoria admitted after a moment's hesitation. "Like there's an unbearable itch that I can't scratch."
"I get that too." Stiles told her with a reassuring smile. "It'll be worse tomorrow, but it does get easier. Especially when you find your anchor."
"I've heard of anchors, but I've never fully understood what it means." Victoria told him, slightly embarrassed for needing to ask for help. "Could you explain it to me?"
"Yeah, of course, uh. An anchor is what keeps you human." Stiles explained as Chris walked in with more mountain ash. "For me, I think about my dad, Derek, my Pack, all of the people that I care about, I think about how it would feel to lose them. How much it'd hurt if I lost control and did something to them. I think about my mum, watching over me. I think about how disappointed she'd be if I lost control and hurt someone." He explained softly. "And that gives me incentive to stay in control, to not let the wolf win."
"I think I have something."
"Remember, it won't give you complete, immediate control, but it will make it easier." Victoria nodded and thanked Stiles.
"If you'd like, Stiles," Chris started. "I can take over with the pills, and you can teach Victoria some self control techniques?"
"I'm fine with that." Stiles agreed. "How about you?"
"I'd like that very much, thank you." Although she refused to let it show, the Argent Matriarch was startled by how forgiving and helpful the Pack were, especially after everything she had done. She wasn't naive enough to miss the wary looks shot her way every now and then, but they were giving her more of a chance than she ever gave them. They had never hurt anybody and yet she regarded them as monsters and tried to kill them, or at least severely hurt in some cases, even her own daughter! She shoved wolfsbane in her daughter's mouth, believing it would poison her, and for what? For 'Humanity'? Principal? For the safety of others? Because it was 'the right thing to do'? No, all the reasons she had given herself were bogus and she knew that now. It was prejudice. Plain and simple. But enough was enough. No longer would Victoria Argent be hateful and vindictive. From now on, she would take a page out of her daughter's book and help people, all people. Werewolves, Humans, Banshee's, whatever. If they were good, she would protect them. If they were bad, she would stop them. If they were somewhere in the middle like her, she would try to keep them on a positive path. It was time to make a change.
And what was a better way to start becoming a better person than accepting help from somebody she once looked down on?
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Later that night, Stiles was home alone. The hunters were searching for the Kanima that night, so the Pack decided to stay out of their way. His Dad, Allison, Melissa and Derek were at work, Lydia was helping Scott with homework, Danny and Jackson were doing something together, and Isaac was spending time with Erica and Boyd. Stiles didn't really mind though, it gave him time to sort through things.
He'd just gotten off of the phone with Jackson's adopted father, and was pleased with the progress that he had made. He sat at the kitchen table with papers spread all over, his laptop in the middle, and his phone next to it. Being sat like that made Stiles feel nostalgic. Although he had never done something as big and elaborate as this, he had finalised many plans and schemes at that table over the years. Sitting there then, he missed his glasses. He missed the inconvenience of having to push them up every few minutes. He missed being able to slam his hand on the table in frustration, without having to worry about breaking it. He missed a lot of things, truth be told. He missed poking himself in the eye every single morning, trying to get his contacts in. He missed the simplicity of his life before, when all he had to worry about was school, Harris, his dad, Scott, Melissa, and making Lydia fall in love with him. He missed all of it. He missed being overly focused because he'd taken too much adderall. He missed waking up at his computer desk after a late night studying. He missed all of the little things that used to bug the hell out of him.
But he wouldn't give up his Pack for it.
Looking back, he can't remember how he got by without them. His life before turning feels like a dream. Like he wasn't really living, just going through the motions, taking all of the right steps to get to this point.
He can't imagine not having sarcasm battles with Isaac, not planning to take over the world with Lydia, or nerding out with Boyd, making fun of the Pack with Erica, talking computers and play flirting with Danny, discussing weapons and battle strategies with Allison, arguing with Jackson in a teasing, friendly manner. It's hard to picture a life without them. He can't even contemplate life without Derek.
He sighed and shuffled his papers into a pile, knowing that he wasn't going to be able to focus anymore. He placed all the A4 sheets into a manila folder, then rolled up the larger sheets and secured them with a rubber band.
Stiles then opened the music folder on his laptop, set it to shuffle and started preparing some food. He had just gotten all of the ingredients together and was about to start the preparation, when it started playing.
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"Ugh! This is useless!" Scott groaned, slamming his head on Lydia's desk. "I suck!"
"No, you don't suck." Lydia assured. "You're just having a hard time focusing. Hey, I have an idea, come on." Before Scott could say a word, Lydia grabbed his hand and pulled him from his seat.
"What? Where are we going?"
"To see Stiles! He knows how to keep you focused."
Ten minutes later, the pair pulled up outside the Stilinski household "Do you hear music?" Lydia asked as they walked into the house, to hear singing coming from the kitchen. When they reached the doorway, they were greeted with the sight of Stiles dancing around the kitchen, pausing every now and again to drum on the side with wooden spoons, and singing at the top of his lungs. Lydia immediately pulled her phone out and started recording.
"-not the same boy you knew back then!" He sang, whilst drumming on the side rapidly, but in time to the song. "Cause I can break down these walls, I built around myself! I wanna fall so in love with you, and no one else, could ever mean half as much to me as you do now!" He lifted one of the spoons and used it as a microphone. "Together we'll move on, just don't turn around! Let the walls break- I can't breathe, my body's shaking!" He drummed in time to the song as he sang out the bridge, it was when he got to the chorus again that he noticed them. "Oh, shi-" He dropped the spoons, and tried to look as nonchalant as possible. "Uh- h-hey- hey guys uh h-how long have you been there?"
"Since the end of the second verse." Lydia grinned as she pocketed her phone. "Of all the All Time Low songs you could have picked, you chose the cheesy love song? Really Stiles?" The genius chuckled.
"Hey! 1) I didn't choose it, shuffle did! 2) In my opinion, that's the regular love song, the cheesy love song is 'My Only One' and 3) I didn't know you know of All Time Low!"
"Yup, but now's not the time, I need your help keeping Scott focused."
"I've got this." He grinned. "Just let me finish making food first, you guys want anything?" He asked, and the pair immediately said yes, so Stiles made enough for three. Well, in normal settings, it'd be enough for ten, but who cares. Half way through preparation, Stiles froze, a panicked look on his face and he looked at Lydia. "You're, uh- Y-you're going to delete that video. Right?"
"Ha, no way!" Lydia laughed as Scott chuckled. "Now I have something to blackmail you with!"
"Lydia! Come on!"
"Hey dude," Scott began, changing the subject. "We haven't jammed in a while, once all of this craziness is done with, we should have a jam session again!"
"You guys play? What instruments?" Lydia asked with a grin.
"I play drums, Scotty here plays guitar and sings." Stiles grinned with pride.
"Nice." Lydia hummed "I play piano and keyboard."
"Aren't piano and keyboard the same thing?" Scott asked with a raised eyebrow.
"No." Lydia stated immediately, sending Scott a firm glare. "Once everything is sorted, I will tell you the exact difference, but for now, you need to learn algebra. Let's eat, then we'll get to work."
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The next day was Lydia's birthday and it had gone on without incident, well at least without anything Kanima related. Jackson, Erica and Boyd were remorseful about having to miss a part, possibly all, of Lydia's party, Jackson most of all.
"Jackson, it's one birthday party. It doesn't matter." Lydia assured. "You have spent all day with me and gave me three amazing presents, you have nothing to be sorry about."
"I promise that I'll try to make it."
"Me too," Erica announced, from where she was perched on Boyd's lap in the Martin living room. "I'm feeling a lot more in control this time, I'm so glad I had my period last week."
Scott, Jackson and Isaac made disgusted noises, whilst Derek, Boyd, Danny and Stiles looked uncomfortable. "Oh grow up!" Lydia rolled her eyes at them. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go get dressed."
"I'll help with your makeup." Erica offered, standing up. "It's the least I can do."
"Okay, Ally, come on."
"Alright, the rest of you can go get ready for Lydia's party, but stay alert. Matt and/or Tammy may show up. Lydia, Allison, I want you armed with non lethal weapons. Non lethal. Got it?" Derek instructed firmly, leaving no room for argument.
"Got it." Allison smiled, "Although I doubt Matt will show up with a black eye." She smirked.
"I wonder who did it." Isaac commented with a smirk. "What I wouldn't give to congratulate them."
"Go ahead." Boyd grinned and gestured to Allison. "She's right there."
"Really?" Derek glared. "Why? I mean I know what he's done but we can't let him know we're on-"
"He doesn't know, okay? I had a completely separate, valid reason for punching him." Allison defended. causing the Pack to look at her curiously.
"And that would be?" Derek asked expectantly, eyebrow raised as he stared at the girl, expecting an answer along the lines of 'he was a creep' or that he'd said something shitty about the Pack.
Allison hesitated for a second, sending a worried look to Scott and Isaac. "He kissed me!" She finally announced and Derek was prepared to kill Matt himself. "We were sat talking at the rave, everything was fine, then he just turned and kissed me, knowing full well that I'm in a happy, committed relationship. So I shoved him off, punched him, then stormed out and came to find you. Then I saw Boyd, and he told me what was going on, so I forgot all about it. Kind of." Isaac and Scott were silent, but you didn't need super senses to know that they were livid.
"Can we kill him?" Isaac growled out and Scott didn't protest this time. Allison walked over to them, sat down so that she was balanced on both of their laps and wrapped her arms around them both.
"No, he's not worth it. I think a broken nose got the message across, if not, I'll let you at him. Okay?"
They begrudgingly agreed, "That goes for everyone else, too." Derek announced, causing the others to groan in annoyance. "We all want to hurt him, but we can't take the risk right now. Although Scott and Isaac are welcome to threaten him a little bit, as long as there's no eye flashing, claws, growling or mention of anything supernatural involved."
A wicked smirk appeared on Isaac's lips. "I can work with that."
"You do that, I'm gonna go get ready." Allison smiled, moving to kiss both of her mates then jogged upstairs with Lydia and Erica. Scott, Isaac, Danny, and Stiles, also went to get changed. All of them had returned just over twenty minutes later.
"Alright," Derek spoke to the Pack. "We" He gestured to himself, Jackson, Erica and Boyd, "Need to go home and get ready for the full moon. Have a good night and don't kill anyone, we'll try to come by later. Alright?" He smiled apologetically, that smile disappeared a few seconds later. "Allison, give me all of your weapons" He instructed Allison, a firm glare fixed on her.
"But you said-"
"I said non-lethal." Allison went to argue, then sighed and pulled out a crossbow, a handgun, a dozen Chinese ring daggers, and a hatchet from her bag.
"I said ALL of them, Allison!" The brunette girl proceeded to pull a pistol from her ankle holster which was concealed by her boot. Along with three butterfly knives, all in a different place on her body, and her belt buckle, which concealed a knife. She placed them all on the living room table, but Derek wasn't satisfied, and gave her a stern look. Allison rolled her eyes and pulled her favourite gun from the holster on her thigh, slammed it on the table and glared at Derek. "Stiles, could you please go grab the compound bow, arrows, rifle and katana from her car and put them in the Jeep, please? Danny, please go lock up the chest in her closet."
"Where's the trust?" Allison snapped as Stiles and Danny walked past her.
"I trust you Allison. I trust that you'd do anything to protect the Pack, but if you use lethal weapons tonight, and Matt dies, you have dozens of witnesses who know nothing of the supernatural. They'll probably think that the Kanima was a prank and you killed Matt in cold blood. If that happens, not even John or Mr Whittemore could protect you. I can't let that happen. I cannot lose another Pack member. I can't."
"Okay." Allison nodded, understanding clear on her face. "No lethal weapons, I promise."
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Lydia handed each Pack member a glass of punch with a smile. The party had started out a little thin, due to all the recent deaths, and the fact that the Pack had often been found in the middle of it all. But then, Scott used his co-captain status to get the lacrosse team there, and Stiles called the drag queens he had met at the jungle not long before. The team had brought other people from school, and the queens had brought their own friends and the party was soon alive.
"Mmm, this is good." Stiles complimented as he sipped the drink. "Did you make this?"
"Yup, my very own secret recipe." She informed him with a proud smirk on her face. She stood in the right position to keep them from seeing the bowl, and the wolfsbane flowers floating in it, without looking suspicious. "Now, who wants to dance?"
"I do," Danny started, looking away from the group as he placed his glass down on the table without having taken a sip. "But Matt and Tammy just walked in."
"We'll keep an eye on them." Stiles announced, "But they're probably just here to taunt us. not one here is on the list. Let's stay alert and have fun."
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Isaac was weaving through the crowd to get more punch, when he froze in shock.
"Isaac." Mr Lahey yelled. "I didn't give you permission to be here!"
"I'm sorry, I just-" He tried to think of an explanation, looking around for his Mates and his Pack, anyone who could help him.
"You just thought you could do whatever you want and get away with it?" Lahey yelled, grabbing Isaac's arm firmly. "Not on my watch!" He dragged Isaac away from the crowd. The next thing Isaac knew, he was in the basement. "Get in the freezer!"
"N-no, I don't w-want to!"
"I said, get in the freezer!" Lahey screamed and shoved Isaac, causing him to stumble backwards. Lahey shoved him again, and Isaac fell into the freezer and began screaming in terror, the lid was shut seconds later.
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Scott and Allison were dancing, but not as carefree as they were a minute before. "Isaac should be back by now." Allison commented with a frown.
"You're right." Scott agreed and grabbed Allison's hand and led her towards the house. "I'll search upstairs, you look down here. Okay?"
"Yeah."
With that, Scott gave Allison a soft kiss before walking away to find Isaac. Allison wandered through the house, searching for Isaac, when she noticed a woman in a black hoodie, walking with a crossbow.
"No, no, not here. Scott! Isaac!"
Allison doubled over in pain as an arrow pierced her stomach, and the woman walked over. The woman lifted her head, and Allison felt like she was looking into a mirror.
"Look at you, calling for help." Allison's own voice taunted. "Always yelling for help. It's pathetic, Allison. You have no idea how much I've been looking forward to this!"
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Stiles walked around the party aimlessly until he heard his father's voice. "Why am I wearing black? What are you, any idiot? I just came from a funeral, people wear black at funerals!"
"Dude chill! It was jus-"
"Chill? Get out of my face!" The sheriff yelled and shoved the kid that he was talking to. He then turned and noticed Stiles and raised his hand to point a bottle of whiskey at his son. "It's you." He stated. "It's all you. You know everyday I saw her in that hospital, slowly dying. I thought 'how the hell am I supposed to raise this stupid kid on my own?' This hyperactive little bastard who keeps ruining my life!" Stiles tried to fight back tears, but it was useless. Everyone around stared at him, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Not whilst his father was saying the things he had always feared. "It's you, Stiles," John spat the name like it was venom on his tongue. "you killed your mother. You hear me? You killed her! And now you're killing me." The Sheriff threw the bottle at Stiles' head, and the boy immediately ducked and covered his face with his arms.
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As Scott got to the bottom of the stairs, he felt light headed. He paused and leant against the wall, when he heard a noise. He looked up to see Isaac lying on top of Allison as they made out. "Oh, you found him. I thought you were looking downstairs."
Allison sighed and turned her head to look at him. "And we thought you'd figure it out by now."
"Figure what out?"
"That we don't want you, Scott." Isaac sneered causing Scott to flinch back as though he'd been physically hit. "God, I don't even like boys. I tried, because we're mates, but I just can't stand you."
"And why would I want you when I have Isaac?" Allison laughed. "I mean, he's better looking, he's never lied to me, and he's much more.. adventurous. At least I don't have to worry about him in a fight, but you're too much of a wuss to fight back. So afraid of hurting people. I had to save you from my mother for crying out loud!"
"Just go Scott, we don't need you."
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Derek had gotten everyone settled in the basement and made his way to the living room, where Chris was pulling on his jacket.
"Everything okay down there?" The hunter asked.
"Yeah, they're all fine. Your wife is doing well, but she still has a long way to go." Derek informed him. "Going somewhere?"
"Gerard called, demanding to know where Victoria is." He explained. "So I'm going over there to let him know that Victoria and I will be having nothing to do with them anymore. And that once the Kanima situation is over, he and his hunters better leave town." Chris went to leave before pausing and turning to Derek. "If he's still alive that is."
"I can't imagine him leaving town before forcing me to bite him, he's gone through too much effort and planning to just give up."
"I agree." Chris nodded. "But that only makes things worse. Gerard is dangerous enough, but now that he's dying-"
"He has nothing left to lose." Derek stated knowingly, and Chris nodded. They spoke about the plan a little more, then exchanged farewells and Chris left to face his father. Derek was sitting alone for ten minutes before the door opened, and Lydia walked in.
"Hey, is everything okay? Why aren't you at your party?" Lydia didn't say a word as Derek stood and walked over to her. "Lydia?" She still didn't say anything, simply lifted her hand, opened it and blew the purple substance in the alpha's face.
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Scott ran through the house, almost crashing into Allison. "Hey did you find him?" Allison asked immediately.
"No, but we have something else to worry about." He informed her.
"I'd say so." Isaac agreed walking over to the pair. "I just found myself in the bathtub, thinking I was in the freezer in my dad's basement."
"I just thought I'd been shot in the stomach with an arrow." Allison told them.
"I saw something too." Scott stated, "and I think it's because of Lydia. We need to find her."
They made their way outside, and saw the wolfsbane in the punch. They then found Stiles sat against a wall next to the pool, and Scott tried to sober his best friend up.
"Stiles, look at me. Drink the water." Stiles grumbled, still out of it. "Stiles, drink it! Something's happening and I need you to sober up right now!"
A girl from school, Danielle, walked over. "What do you think you're doing? If you want to sober him up fast, that's not the way to do it." She stated.
"You can do better?" Isaac asked incredulously.
"I can do best." Danielle grinned, then grabbed Stiles' arm and shoved his head under the water for a few seconds. "How do you feel?" She asked once Stiles was sitting up straight again.
"I think I might have to revisit my policy on hitting a girl."
"Yup, he's sober." Danielle grinned, feeling proud of herself.
"Tell Heather that all of her friends are insane!" Stiles glared.
"You're her friend too."
"I'm aware of that."
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"I can't find her, and guys, anyone who drank that crap, they're freaking out!" Stiles announced when he met up with the trio again, this time with Danny.
"We can see that." Isaac snarked.
"I can't swim!" They heard Matt call out as two guy's carried him towards the pool. "No, no, no, don't I can't swim! I can't swim!" The guys ignored him and threw him in the pool anyway, apparently thinking he was lying. Matt fought to get to the surface, calling out each time he did, but he soon sank. Everyone was too shocked or drunk to help. Well, almost everyone.
Tammy reached out and pulled Matt from the pool. "What are you staring at?" Matt demanded before storming away. He stopped to glare at the Pack, before leaving, Tammy right behind him. Then, sirens sounded.
"Cops are here, party over!" Danny yelled and everyone scattered. The Pack also made their way out front, following Matt. When they got there, Matt was standing in the middle of the road, glaring at them. Tammy was in Kanima form by his feet, her tail wrapped around him protectively. Danny quickly snapped a picture to show the sheriff. Then a crowd of people ran by and when they cleared, Matt and Tammy were gone.
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Derek regained consciousness as Lydia dragged him over grass. "Lydia." He called out weakly, still suffering from the effects of the wolfsbane. "Lydia. Lydia stop." She stopped once Derek was lying beside Peter's dug up grave. She dropped Derek's arm and got to work. "You don't know what you're doing." Derek gasped as Lydia placed his wrist in Peter's cold hand. Lydia stood and positioned a mirror against a gravestone. The moonlight hit the mirror and bounced to multiple others that were already in position. It didn't take long for Peter's eye's to snap open, and his claws to dig into Derek's flesh. Soon, Peter was rising from the grave.
"I heard there was a party." He grinned. "But don't worry." He smirked at Lydia. "I invited myself."
"Sucks for you." Stiles growled from a few feet away. "Because that party has a 'no zombies allowed' rule." He sneered, then pounced.
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Derek was practically carried through the front door by Stiles and Lydia. "I'm so sorry, I-"
"Lydia, stop apologizing." Derek insisted. "You were being controlled. I don't blame you."
"What happened?" Allison asked, rushing over to them. "Oh, god, you're hurt. What happened?!"
"We found out what Peter wanted." Lydia all but growled as she helped carry Derek to the couch. "He used me to bring himself back to life, and I had to use Derek to do it."
"It's not your fault, Lydia!" Derek insisted as he was placed on the couch.
The entire Pack was there, watching with wide eyes. Chris was with them and only Victoria remained in the basement, seemingly unconscious. "Well I was the one who poisoned everybody with wolfsbane, dug up Peter's body and took you to him, nearly getting you killed!" Lydia argued stubbornly and uncharacteristically stubborn. "So it feels like it's my fault."
"So, he's back?" Scott asked with wide eyes.
"Yeah," Stiles frowned. "I followed Lydia and Derek's scents to the cemetery while you guys got my dad and mrs. McCall, but by the time I got there it was too late. I fought Peter off, injured him a little, then grabbed Derek and Lydia and got the hell out of there."
"Great." Isaac sighed sarcastically. "Like we didn't have enough problems!"
"But none of us blame you Lydia." Allison assured her best friend as Jackson hugged the girl. "Like Derek said, you were being controlled."
"But it was still me!"
"And it was still Tammy who killed people." Stiles stated with a shrug.
"That's different!"
"How?" Stiles challenged, raising an eyebrow in a manner derivative of Derek.
"She didn't have a choice!" Lydia argued firmly. She may not Tammy's biggest fan but the girl shouldn't be held accountable for what Matt was forcing her to do.
"And you did? You chose to poison everyone? You chose to bring Peter back to life?"
"No but-"
"Then how is it different?" Lydia froze, for once in her life, the genius was at a loss for words. "Exactly. This isn't your fault. We'll deal with Peter later and when we do, you can throw the first punch." Lydia nodded, then decided to change the subject.
"Okay, so what happened after I left?"
Isaac then explained what happened, from the hallucinations to seeing Matt with Kanima Tammy. Then Danny showed everyone the photo, starting with the Sheriff.
"Okay, but we still need to find more proof. We take this into the station and everyone thinks we're nuts or it's a prank." John stated, then turned to Stiles. "I'm sorry that I doubted you."
"It's okay dad." Stiles promised, then hugged his dad.
"So what did you all see?" Danny asked. "In your hallucinations? I didn't drink any punch, so I didn't have one."
"My father." Isaac informed him. "He was yelling at me, then he locked me in the freezer. Well, I thought he did, but I was actually in the bathtub."
"I saw myself." Allison frowned. "In hunter gear with a crossbow. I thought that she, I, shot me with an arrow. It felt so real."
"I don't want to talk about it." Scott muttered when everyone looked at him next.
"Me neither." Stiles stated, eyes downcast. The Pack looked at them in concern, knowing that whatever they saw really got to them.
"Wait, this is the kid who's controlling the Kanima?" Melissa asked with wide eyes as Danny showed her the picture.
"Yeah, why?" Scott asked.
"Because I saw him the day that the pregnant woman, Jessica, died. I stopped him to tell him that he was tracking mud through the halls." She informed them, causing John's eyes to widen.
"We have footprints outside the couple's trailer. If we can get the footage and compare the prints, we can tie it back to him! If we can't get a clear picture of his face, are you willing to come forth as a witness?" The Sheriff asked hopefully.
"Hell yes."
"So that puts him at the scene of three murders, the hospital, the trailer and the rave!" Stiles announced triumphantly.
"Actually four." His dad corrected. "When we first found out that it could be him, I checked the evidence. There's a credit card receipt for an oil change, signed by Matt at the garage where the mechanic was killed."
"When?"
"Just a few hours before you got there."
"Okay, dad, if one's an incident, two's a coincidence and three's a pattern, then what's four?"
"Four's enough for a warrant."
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"It's two in the morning!" The deputy commented with a raised eyebrow as the Sheriff, Melissa, Stiles, and Scott walked into the station.
"Believe me, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't extremely important." John sighed as he walked past her and towards his office. "Alright, do you remember what time you stopped him?" He asked Melissa as he started his computer.
"Around ten thirty." Within minutes, they found the footage, and were able to get a good shot of the foot prints. John printed the picture off and handed it to Stiles, along with a photo of the prints from outside of the trailer.
"Take this to the front desk, tell her to send it off for analysis as soon as possible. Scott, call Allison, ask her to come in and give her an official statement about that night at the rave, if she parted with Matt before the death, he doesn't have an alibi." Scott immediately pulled out his phone and Scott left the office. He went to the front desk, only to no longer see the deputy.
"Hello?" He called out as he looked around, and heard a muffled voice call out for help. He found the deputy, lying on the floor, completely still, and her gun was missing. Her eyes showed absolute terror as she looked at Stiles. Stiles turned to go back to the office for help, only to come face to face with a gun, which was held by Matt.
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"She's on her way in." Scott told the elder Stilinski, but the man was looking behind Scott. "Sheriff?" He then turned to see Stiles walking into the room with Matt behind him, pressing a gun to his back. Matt pushed Stiles forward then lowered the gun to his side.
"Matt." John started cautiously. "It's Matt, right? Now whatever's going on, I can guarantee there's a solution that doesn't involve a gun."
"You know, it's funny you say that, because I don't think you're aware of just how right you are!" Matt chuckled.
"Fine, a solution that doesn't involve a gun or a Kanima." Stilinski corrected himself. "I know you don't want to hurt people."
"Actually, I want to hurt a lot of people." Matt corrected. "You four weren't on my list, but I could be persuaded. And one way is to try dialing somebody on your cell phone like McCall is doing." Scott immediately froze and took his hand out of his pocket as Matt chuckled darkly. "That- that could definitely get someone hurt. Everyone." He gestured around with the gun. "Now!" They all took out their cell phones and placed them on the desk.
A car pulled up outside. "Sounds like your girlfriend is here, McCall."
"Matt, please don't do this!" Scott begged, but Matt just rolled his eyes. "I'll tell her to go home, say that we didn't find anything!"
"If you don't move, I'm going to kill your mum first, then the Sheriff, then Stiles, then Allison." Matt threatened, gesturing with his gun to emphasise his point. "You do as I say, and I won't hurt any of them."
When Scott opened the door, Allison wasn't there, but Derek was. Scott felt a second of relief before the Alpha was thrown to the floor, revealing Tammy standing behind him. Scale covering half of her face, reptilian eyes, and claws on display.
"This is the one controlling her? This kid?" The alpha asked feigning scepticism, deliberately antagonising the boy, trying to rile him up enough that he'd become sloppy.
"Well Derek, not everyone's lucky enough to be a big bad werewolf." Matt sneered, though he kept a cocky smirk on his face the entire time. "Oh yeah, that's right, I've learned a few things lately." He chuckled. "Werewolves, hunters, banshees, kanimas, it's like a friggin Halloween party every full moon. Except for you, Stiles." He taunted. "What do you turn into?"
"Abominable snowman." Stiles smirked and gave him a look, as Scott, Derek, Melissa and John looked confused. Matt rolled his eyes.
"I know that you're the alpha's mate, but as far as I've seen, you're just human." He taunted gleefully. "It must really suck, being surrounded by incredibly powerful people without anything to offer of your own." He was clearly trying to antagonise Everyone in the room in one fell swoop, but all he succeeded in doing was making Stiles laugh.
"What?" Stiles laughed outright. "I guess Tammy has figured out how to keep certain things from you." Stiles shifted and glared at Matt. "I'm a werewolf. And Tammy know's that."
"What?!" Matt demanded and looked to Tammy in shock. It was then that he noticed the pained look in the girls eyes, the slight twitch in her fingers as she fought for control. Matt gave the girl a fiery glare and her hand suddenly shot up and Stiles fell on top of Derek.
"Get him off of me." Derek demanded, while he was usually very happy to have Stiles on top of him, this was definitely not the right circumstances. Especially given that in that particular position, if someone were to attack the pair, Stiles would be the one getting the brunt of it and would just not do at all,
"Oh, I don't know Derek, I think you two make a pretty good pair." Matt chuckled, then his tone turned dark. "It must suck though, to have all of that power taken away from you with just a little cut to the back of the neck. I bet you're not used to feeling this helpless."
"I've still got some teeth." Derek stated. "Why don't you come a little closer, huh? See how helpless I am."
"Yeah, bitch!"
Before Matt could reply to the pair, a car pulled up outside. "Is that her?" He asked in excitement, and Scott, Melissa and John had worried looks on their faces. "Do what I tell you to and I won't hurt her." Matt promised. "I won't even let Tammy near her."
"Scott, don't trust him." Stiles yelled, angering Matt. Matt reached down and roughly pulled Stiles off of Derek, he tossed the boy onto his back then stepped on Stiles' throat.
"This work better for you?"
"Leave him alone!" Melissa cried out as tears pooled in her eye.
"Get off of him!" Derek growled out, eyes flashing red as anger flooded him.
"Get off of my son!" John yelled, his voice overlapping with Derek's, he could barely keep himself from lunging at the teenager who dared to harm his son.
"Stop!" Scott snapped at Matt, his eyes were glowing amber but the rest of his features were still completely human. It was only the fear of Matt hurting the people he loved that allowed Scott to maintain enough composure to keep from completely wolfing out.
"Then do what I tell you to!" Matt ordered, adding more pressure to Stiles' throat
"Okay! Alright! Just stop!" Scott agreed, a pleading edge to his voice and Matt finally took his foot off of Stiles' throat. Stiles gasped for breath, tears swimming in his eyes as he did so. Derek wished that the paralysis would hurry up and wear off as he was longing to reach out for his mate. John and Melissa also felt the urge to check on the boy, only resisting out of fear that Matt would hurt him again if they did.
"You," He gestured to Tammy. "Keep an eye on them." He pointed to Scott next. "You. With me."
It wasn't long until Allison walked through the front door. "Allison." Scott called out hesitantly.
"Oh, hey, you scared me." She grinned, turning to face him. "Where is every-" The smile vanished from her face when she saw Matt aiming a gun at Scott's head.
"Ally, just do what he says, he promised he wouldn't hurt you." Scott assured the girl, but it didn't make her feel any better, especially when Matt smirked and nodded his head in agreement.
"He's right." Matt stated, causing Scott to turn to look at him. When he did, he shot Scott in the stomach, and Allison screamed in horror.
"Scott!? Allison!?" Melissa called out, fear evident in her voice. "What happened?!"
"But I didn't say I wouldn't hurt you."
Minutes later, Melissa was in a holding cell and John was handcuffed to a wall. Scott was leant against a wall, applying pressure to his wound, and Allison was forced to stand next to Matt, her hands cuffed behind her back and a gun pressed between her shoulder blades. Tammy was watching over Derek and Stiles in John's office.
"Look, the evidence is gone now, why don't you just go?" Scott asked with a pained hiss.
"You think the evidence is that important?" Matt scoffed. "No, I want the book!"
"What book?" The sheriff asked, drawing Matt's attention from Scott.
"The bestiary!" Matt announced as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "And not just a couple of pages, I want the whole thing!"
"I don't have it." Scott told him immediately.
"Neither do I!" Allison announced, glaring at the boy. Matt chuckled and dug the gun harder into Alison's back.
"Now, now, Allison, didn't your father teach you 'don't speak unless you're spoken to'!" Allison scoffed, angering Matt. "Allison, behave." He leant in close, pressing his face in to her neck. Scott growled and Allison tried to pull away. "Don't make me hurt you Allison. You see, I want you, Allison. I want you to be mine. And if I can't have you.." He started kissing her neck as she squirmed to escape, but Matt grabbed her chin and moved so that their lips were inches apart, resulting in the gun being moved away from her back. "No one can." He announced and leant in to kiss her.
Suddenly, the gun was out of his hand and pressed to his head. He looked to see Stiles, grinning at him wickedly. "Psych."
Allison headbutted Matt in his moment of distraction, feeling satisfied at the sickening crack of bone, and the blood running down his face. As he stumbled backwards, she immediately kneed him between the legs and followed it with a roundhouse kick to Matt's head. The boy fell to the ground, unconscious.
"Stiles, grab the keys!"
Soon, Matt was the one in the holding cell, Tammy was in human form and the sheriff, Melissa and Allison were set free.
"Wait!" Melissa called out as the sheriff was about to lock the holding cell door. "I saw something." She announced, and cautiously stepped into the cell. She crouched next to Matt, and after a moment's hesitation, lifted his shirt. His right side was scaley, the same colour and texture as the Kanima's skin.
"So that's why he wants the book." Scott commented. "He wants answers to that."
"The book's not going to help," Derek told them, he took advantage of the fact that he had regained the ability to move by holding his mate close, one hand around his waist, the other gently stroked the rapidly fading bruise on Stiles' throat. "you can't just break the rules, not like this."
"What do you mean?" Stiles asked in confusion.
"The universe balances things out. Always does."
"Is it because he's using Tammy to kill people who don't deserve it?" Stiles asked, catching on to what Derek was saying.
"And killing people himself."
"So, Matt breaks the rules of the Kanima, he becomes the Kanima."
"Balance."
"Okay, so that's all interesting." John spoke up as he locked the cell door. "How do we fix it?"
"I'm not sure that we can." Derek admitted with a frown.
"Then what do we do?!" Scott demanded.
"I don't know."
"What about me?" Tammy asked with a shaky voice. "I don't mean to sound narcissistic, but I don't want to be like this forever!"
"We'll do everything that we can to help you, Tammy." Stiles assured. "I promise! There's no cure for the supernatural, but there are ways to control it. I'll admit that it'll be different for you, but we won't give up. I swear."
Tammy nodded, a grateful smile on her face. "I believe you." Suddenly, Tammy doubled over in pain. A harsh laugh sounded from the holding cell, alerting them all to the fact that Matt had woken up.
"Tammy?" Derek called out in concern. "Tammy what's wrong? Tammy, look at me!" When she did as the alpha asked, her eyes were reptilian and scales were starting to appear on her face.
"I- I c-can't stop it!" She gasped. "I'm trying, but I can't! Please help me! I don't want to hurt anyone else! P-p-pl-please help me!" Derek tried to step closer, but the Kanima snarled at him and raised it's claws.
Tammy fought against the creature trying to control her body. It was confusing and looked insane. Then everything froze. It took a second for anyone to realise what happened, to notice Tammy's own claws digging into her stomach. It took a moment longer to register the blood pooling around her hands and dripping onto the floor. When it struck, they all rushed towards Tammy as the girl fell to the ground.
"Someone give me a belt!" Melissa yelled as she knelt beside the bleeding girl. She removed her own jacket and pressed it to Tammy's wound. The second someone placed a belt in her hand, she started wrapping it around the girl, trying to keep as much pressure on her injury as possible. "It's okay, sweetheart, you'll be okay." Melissa assured gently, stroking the girl's hair.
"I can't- I can't take your pain." Derek told her in confusion as he held her hand.
"That's because it doesn't hurt." Tammy told him softly. "It doesn't hurt. It should hurt. After everything I've done, it should hurt. I should be in agony, like they were. I should hurt."
"Tammy, that wasn't your fault, none of it was your fault. It wasn't you." Melissa told her firmly, hoping that the girl would believe it.
"It doesn't matter. People are still dead. Killed by my hands." A tear rolled down Tammy's cheek as she stared at the ceiling. "I've still said horrible things to people, I'm not a good person. This is for the best. Better me than someone else."
"Tammy, just hang in there, okay? You'll be alright, ju-" Stiles tried to assure, but Tammy cut him off.
"Tell my parents that I'm sorry and to think of me when they're lonely." More tears rolled down her face as she turned to look at her classmate. "Te-tell them that it was quick. That it didn't hurt, and I wasn't scared." She gasped out and her heart rate slowed "But I don't want to go. T-tell them that I didn't want to leave them. That I wanted to stay." She let out a heartbreaking sob. "I want to stay. Please Stiles, why- can't I- stay?"
She let out a final breath, then her heart stopped and her hand slipped from Derek's grip, hitting the ground with a dull thud.
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It was almost four in the morning when the Pack got home. Matt was being held at the station, and John and Melissa took Tammy's body to Deaton's office. The girl was still covered in scales, so it wouldn't be wise to leave her for the coroner to find. It was a very chaotic day and Scott was relieved to be in his bed, wrapped around his mates.
But something was wrong. He tried to ignore it, tried to push the feeling down, but it was in vain. Allison sighed next to him and sat up, Scott opened his eyes to see Isaac turning on the lamp and Allison staring down at him intensely. "Scott, we need to talk." The girl stated firmly.
Scott shot up so fast that he felt dizzy. Those simple words had his heart pounding in his chest, his mind replaying the horrible hallucination from earlier, in full detail.
"Hey, hey relax!" Isaac soothed, sharing a worried look with Allison. "Scott, you're shaking."
"I'm fine." Scott insisted, but the words sounded false to his own ears.
"Scott, please don't shut us out." Allison all but begged, running a hand over his arm.
"What was it?" Isaac asked softly. "Your hallucination. What was it?"
Scott wanted to insist that it wasn't important, that he barely even remembered it, but with their concerned looks fixed on him, and the worry hitting him in waves, he told them. He told them every detail and how it made him feel, how he was scared that they might feel that way. By the end, tears were rolling down his face as Allison and Isaac looked at him in shock.
"That's insane, Scott." Isaac finally blurted. "If I didn't have romantic feelings for you, I wouldn't lead you on. I wouldn't tell you that I love you and I definitely wouldn't have completed the bond. I love you and I love Allison. Equally. If one or both of you said that you didn't feel the same way, it would hurt like hell, but I would fight to keep you in my life, even if it's just as friends! I would never turn my back on you Scott. Ever!"
"Neither would I!" Allison insisted. "When I moved to Beacon Hills, I set a rule for myself, no boyfriends until I graduate because I move too much. Then we met, and I knew that I was going to fall in love with you. Then when I found out about the supernatural, I was shocked but I wasn't angry at you for keeping it from me, I understood why. Once Peter was gone, I thought that everything was perfect, I had a great boyfriend, great friends and no more lies, then we met Isaac. At first it scared me, I never thought I'd feel the way I did about anyone else, and I never thought that I'd fall for two people at the same time, but I did. I was terrified that I'd have to choose between the two of you, because even now, I wouldn't be able to pick. Then, you told me you had feelings for him too, and Lydia told us about having more than one one mate- words can't even describe how happy I was. Even if he only fell for you, I knew that I wouldn't have to lose you." She smiled at the memory, a gentle tone in her voice as she turned to Isaac. "Then, he fell for both of us. I would never give this up, Scott. Never." She finished firmly, looking the crooked jawed boy in the eyes. "Okay?"
Scott looked at Allison, then Isaac. "I love you both so much."
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Peter stood in the preserve, waiting patiently. It wasn't long until he was surrounded by hunters and face to face with Gerard Argent. "It was very foolish of you to come out here." Gerard stated as he glared at the wolf.
"Foolish, or intentional?"
"If it's intentional, then you're an idiot. Do you really think that I am to let you just walk away, after you murdered my daughter?"
"Yes, I do." Peter said confidently. "Because you and I both want something, and we need each other to get it."
"Oh, really?" Gerard asked with a sneer. "And what exactly do I need you for?"
"A cure for terminal cancer." Peter grinned. "But my nephew would never give it to you. However, you help me capture my nephew so that I can kill him, and I will do it."
Gerard looked thoughtful, whilst the other hunters either looked confused or shocked. "Do we have a deal?" Peter asked with a grin, already knowing the answer.
"Deal."
A/N: I hope that you have enjoyed this chapter, please let me know what you think!
middlechild274: Thank you, I hope that you like this chapter x
Chikacookie: Yay, I'm glad! Thanks, I'll try to include more dates in the future x
mks 12 98: Peter is back! You'll either be happy about that or hate it. Sorry. Thank you, I hope that you've enjoyed this chapter too x
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XxZessxX: Yay, I'm glad that you liked it, there will be more dates and fluffiness later on, I promise! I want to show some typical parent/child tension, which is why I included that between Stiles and his dad, but that won't happen often. And Stiles does have great instinct and it annoys me that canonically, the others often don't believe him. That shall change! Matt is a douche, a Karma will come back to bite him in the ass! Not literally. With the girls, I always wanted that to happen in the show! They're all very fashionable, so I that could/should have happened. But that's just me. Anyway, I hope that you enjoyed this chapter, please let me know what you think x
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