Life changes desperately

[sassiopath]

Peter knew the world changed, and he had been changing with it. This time though it had turned completely upside down and inside out. Not just for himself, but for most of the town.

Including Lydia and Stilinski.

With that Peter had learned two things. Whatever he had felt for the Martin girl after nesting in her mind was gone, and he had to prepare Stiles in case the next big bad thought he would make a decent vessel.

Of course, that meant convincing Stiles he was there to help, and to get the boy to listen to him. Someone had to protect him before he was actually the deadly supernatural being he could be.

So he set out looking for him, heading for the Stilinski house, using dusk to stay under the radar and hoping he didn't have a run in with someone looking to stab him with something sharp and pointy.

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[rozpetac]

Stiles is in bed, making no noise and pretending he doesn't exist. Despite the fact that it seems like there's been a huge involvement in making sure that Stiles won't actually have to be prosecuted or anything for his involvement in the legitimate crimes that the...thing, the nogitsune, to use his right words, because naming the thing means that he can, he did defeat the thing, caused while wearing Stiles' body.

The FBI is in on it, and he'd never thought he'd be happy for Scott's asshole father before now. While his dad knows about the supernatural now and everything, he hates that he's become an even bigger burden to all of them. With Allison and Aiden, he's surprised that he's still actually living really. That Isaac or Ethan or someone else - Lydia maybe or even Scott hasn't poisoned him or just conveniently severed his brake lines. He wasn't good enough to keep Erica and Boyd alive, wasn't good enough to keep the parents from getting caught, wasn't good enough to keep the nogitsune from doing whatever the hell it wanted with him.

So he's curled up in his bed, trying to sleep or just be still and silent. Staying out of trouble, so he's not anymore of a burden than he already is just by breathing.

[sassiopath]

It didn't take Peter long to find Stilinski. It wasn't just the senses of a wolf, and the scent of a teenage boy. It was something else entirely. It was guilt.

Letting himself into the house, he headed up to the second floor. Not even bothering to knock, just pushing the door open and leaning against the jamb.

"So... Do you plan to just stay there until you die?"


He wasn't even playing games. Not in the least.

[rozpetac]

"Didn't think you'd be the one to kill me. Are they paying you? Or is this revenge for the first time you died?" Stiles said, not even turning to face him.

Made sense in a weird way.

[sassiopath]

That was not a surprising question, though he rolled his eyes nonetheless.

"Who would pay me to kill you? Those with the money would do it themselves. Not to mention I probably have more money than most of them put together," he said, stepping into the room. "You haven't showered, have you?"

Okay, now the senses were coming into play.

"So what is your plan? To take your dad's only family member away?"

[rozpetac]

It's been a day or so since he showered and he just can't be bothered right now. Though the crack about his dad just makes him lift up his head and glare at the wolf.

"I'm here, I'm not hunger striking. Just staying out of the way, not causing any more trouble. No scars or cut marks. Nothing like that."

He's being good and behaving for once.

[sassiopath]

"Answer me some other questions,' he said, ignoring the look he got. "When Scott when off the deep end because of the bite, did you blame him? Or me? When Isaac went all aggressive hormones and ego, did you blame the wolf, or the boy?"

He moved a step closer, his voice soft and even. "So then why are you blaming Stiles for the things the nogitsune did?"

[rozpetac]

"Blamed you a little for Scott. Derek for Isaac a little." He tried to blow it off a little. And while intellectually he knew that he didn't actually do the things that had killed people, it didn't stop the guilt or the nightmares or any of it.

"Wasn't strong enough. My fault in the end."

[sassiopath]

"So you blamed Scott? Isaac? You blamed them for something they had no control over, and you know they weren't warned about or given a chance to control?"

And that was it. He grabbed the blanket, giving it a jerk.

"Get the Hell up," he snarled, giving another tug. "You're going to say those words to me, then get on your goddamn feet and do it to my face."

Said the man that still blamed himself every day for letting his family die, for not being strong enough to save them.

[rozpetac]

"Nah, just the people who made them that way sometimes. Blamed the biters not the bitees." Stiles said with a small shrug.

He'd glare at Peter if he had the energy to, but he doesn't. He's too tired. "What? It's true. Puny human, couldn't save my dad, couldn't close the door in my head, couldn't fight off the nogitsune. Too weak."

[sassiopath]

"Are you listening to yourself? Why are you blaming you then and not the nogitsune and all that it was created from?"

Yet even as he asked it, he snorted and it was nearly a laugh. "Too weak. Puny human. Who the hell told you that? Betting it wasn't your mother," he said, watching the boy and waiting to see his reaction to that.

[rozpetac]

Stiles shuddered, "Because I should have been able to see it. I should have..." And then he heard the crack about his mother and it was like a bolt of lightning shot through him and he replied in a voice cold enough to shatter diamonds, "No, she wouldn't have seen me as weak. No one who accuses you of attempting to kill them multiple times over the course of a month or so and tries to get you before you seemingly get them would think that."

There was a blank look on his face that in the back of his head something noted that it probably was pretty terrifying to look at. "And she wouldn't have done that, Scott has though, and most of the rest of the pack at some point, including your nephew at a few points."

[sassiopath]

Peter hadn't known how bad things had been in the end, what it was that Claudia had done to her son. He knew the woman though, and he had never admitted that. Not until now.

"No, whatever attacked her, that thought you were weak. Claudia, the woman I knew, she was so in love with you, so proud of you, that you carried her genes, you have no idea what she thought of you," he said, snarling. "I knew though. I knew when she was my sister's emissary."

[rozpetac]

That. That was news to him and he stared at Peter for a long moment. "She what?"

His mom had been the Hale's emissary? "But...but Deaton?" He'd thought the vet had been the emissary. It would have explained the guilt and the weirdness.

[sassiopath]

"But Deaton what? Deaton was a replacement. He was who my sister took on when your mother quit to raise you. He was fired, before the fire. He was too... gray for my sister," he said with a laugh. Everyone thought her perfect, but he knew better.

[rozpetac]

That made him laugh a little bitterly. "Something about that is fitting. About Deaton. Still wrapping my head around Mom being your Emissary."

He stops for a second, "So you knew her? Got any good stories?"

[sassiopath]

"I knew her, yeah. Close though? No. She was a good woman according to Talia, and that was all the time that the pack was living peacefully. I don't have many stories though, because I was still focusing on my life then and not Talia's. I ran a lot between the full moons. Got on my bike and left, then came back to watch over the pack. Just like that night."

Hale history went for a long time but for Peter all of life was about that night when his world changed.

"Your mom was a good woman, and a strong emissary. She was the perfect match to Talia's leadership."