Pain Reliever
Title: Pain Reliever
Category: Teen Wolf
Warning: Slash m/m, cannon typical violence
Paring: Peter/Stiles
Summary: Peter is back among the land of the living and keeping an eye on Stiles while he sets out to try fixing things.
Previous Parts:
Part 1,
Part 2,
Part 3 Disclaimer: I own no one.
A/N: These are just short things that all go together; I have no idea how many parts this will have. It just keeps going. I should be finishing one of the 15 other half done teen wolf stories I have but nope I keep writing little things for this instead.
Special thanks to Twisted67 for betaing.
Pain Reliever
Part 4
He doesn’t go to Stiles right away after he’s brought back to the land of the living. First he needs to make things safe. Needs to help Derek reign in his pack and clean up the Jackson mess. Has to take care of Gerard, because no one is safe as long as he’s around and if it comes to it, he’ll take out Allison too. She’s becoming just as warped and vindictive as her aunt, under her grandfather’s tutelage.
He doesn’t go into the sheriff’s station when Matt takes Stiles, Scott, and their parent’s hostage. As much as he wants to be there to protect Stiles he’s too weak to go up against the kanima. He is exasperated when Derek is easily subdued by the kanima, and has to resist the urge to take care of this himself.
Jealousy hits when Matt tells Derek he and Stiles make a good pair, but he brushes it aside because even if there is truth to that statement, he’ll make sure it never come to fruition. Plus Derek is still far to damaged from Kate to ever let Stiles in like that. Peter isn’t though. He’ll gladly let Stiles in.
His eyes flash blue claws putting groves into the ledge of the building he’s staked out on listening as Scotts, Stiles, and Derek’s heartbeats elevate. Stiles is stuttering more than normal, his breath wheezing. Scotts begging does little to ease him, especially when he can’t see what is happening. He relaxes minutely when Stiles is pulling in full breaths of air and Matt is ordering his and Derek’s bodies be moved from the room.
He watches as the hunters surround the place and all hell breaks loose within the building. Hears the sheriff trying to break free during all the commotion, only for his breathing to cut off and then slow when he finally succeeds. Hears as Melissa’s heartbeat escalates with fear and Stiles heart rate skyrockets with terror, Peter feels like he can smell the fear, like it’s choking him, but that’s impossible over the wolfsbane tainting the air.
He sees Matt fleeing, the Kanima hot on his trail, watches as Gerard follows before following himself. The hunters had dispersed from the building and Stiles was alright for the time being, physically at least. He’s slow to follow though, one ear still trained on the station just in case, he pauses at a bridge and watches Gerard and Matt. He’s not all that surprised to see the old hunter kill Matt in cold blood, drowning him in the river, like the end of some tragic Greek story.
Things just went from bad to worse as Jackson accepts Gerard as his new master.
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He’s trying to convince Derek of his willingness to help, that he has no malevolent intentions when Scott and Isaac come in barging through the already broken door. Peter feels anger rise up through him at the prospects of Stiles being in Gerard’s clutches. Derek is torn between going after the only human that he truly considered part of his pack, and his two betas that Allison and Chris have captured.
It was a conundrum for his nephew, save the undyingly loyal human and Scotts best friend or save the two deserters, his children in a sense. Peter makes it easy for him volunteering to go after the betas with the help of Isaac while Scott and Derek go after Stiles. Derek hesitates, he doesn’t trust Peter, and admittedly for good reason, but it’s not like he has a lot of options so he has no choice but to accept his help.
Derek alters the plan though, just as Peter suspected he would. Peter suppresses a smile when Derek tells them he’s going after his betas with Isaac, clearly not trusting his new pack mate alone with his uncle. This leaves Peter and Scott to go to Stiles rescue, which is exactly what he wanted.
Scott is of course reluctant and suspicious, trying and failing at giving him unnoticed sideways glances. Scott won’t stop texting as they survey the house, no doubt trying to warn Allison or making threats at Derek and Isaac not to let any harm come to her. Peter hopes it doesn’t happen, but with the way things are going, it’s going to take a betrayal akin to Kate burning down
Derek’s family home with his family still in it for him to realize she is the enemy.
Gerard isn’t there, must have gone to meet up with Chris and Allison, predicting that Derek would come for his betas first. The man didn’t know that Peter was back and that was in their favor as there were only two hunters at the house. Gerard didn’t expect them to split up, or thought the two hunters would be enough for Scott if he diverged from whatever half-baked plans Derek would have concocted.
The hunters are in fact only prepared for one werewolf so it isn’t hard for them to subdue both men. One of the hunters manages to set off a smoke bomb full of wolfsbane though, so they have to make a hasty retreat. Stiles is worse for wear but breathing, and has only sustained minor injuries. Peter orders Scott outside to check the perimeter, he hesitates, but darts out of the house to make sure no other hunters are lurking.
Both werewolf and human are coughing and wheezing as Peter pulls Stiles to his feet. As soon as he’s righted, Stiles tries to pull away, only to stumble and nearly collapse back to the ground. The only thing keeping him from face planting is Peters’ arms around his waist, hauling him back up. It’s obvious that Stiles doesn’t trust him, he’s tense all over. Peter can’t scent him with all the wolfsbane clogging his nostrils, but assumes he’d smell of fear.
Right now that doesn’t matter, they have time to work on that later. All that matters right now is getting out of the Argent house and into fresh air and safety.
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TBC