Chris looked up and smiled, reaching to pull Stiles close to him. “You miss him, too.” he added, running a hand through dark hair and leaning to rest his forehead on the younger man’s. “We just didn’t get a lot of time with him. We have to get through this together. I’m just…tired of everyone I love dying around me.”
Stiles nodded and managed to eat a little more of the food, leaving about a fourth of it behind as he set the plate aside and proceeded to crawl out of bed, rummaging through his bag for clean clothing. When he found pajama pants, he glanced up at the other two wolves. “Did either of you bring an extra shirt I could have?” he asked in a small, quiet voice.
Peter and Derek looked at each and chuckled at the question. “We did.” Peter answered and got up to grab the bag they had packed, bringing it to the room and setting it down. “Do you want to shower? We brought towels, too.” he offered.
Derek walked over and pressed a kiss to Stiles’ head. “It’s just the three of us, so tell us what you want to do and we’ll follow your lead, okay?” he asked, smiling reassuringly. “You know we’ll take care of you.”
Stiles was quiet for several moments, thinking of what Derek had said. “You’re probably right,” he said quietly. “That night in the woods…” He looked over at Peter. “The night you bit Scott…. I think I already knew you were there, honestly. I remember feeling… something. That night I dreamed of the fire at the manor.” He looked back down at his food. “Of course, looking back, I don’t think I knew it was that particular fire. I just… remember dreaming about it. And when Scott started going through everything, I just had this… knowledge about it all that just came from seemingly nowhere.” He pushed the food around on his plate for a bit before taking a few small bites.
“Deaton said it was just my own internal magic and knowledge coming out because it finally had a reason to manifest. I just didn’t know how to use it until later on…”
Peter looked away at the mention of his first time as an alpha, still uncomfortable to talk about it to this day. “You were only like ten when the fire happened, Stiles. The fact that you put together it was the fire years later is astounding.” he replied, reaching to run his fingers through Stiles’ hair. “Regardless, this situation has been rough on all of us, and it’s our job to make sure you’re alright.” he replied, frowning a little when their little druids usually fierce appetite seemed smaller. “Try to eat, Stiles. We’re going to take care of you and you don’t have see Scott for the rest of the weekend. We’ll handle the issue about school later.” he promised.
Derek leaned to kiss Stiles’ head. “Eat and we’ll get you a shower and then you can sleep, I promise.”
Stiles gave the older wolf a sheepish look and nodded slowly. “I just didn’t feel like doing anything, honestly. I probably haven’t really left the bedroom or or our bed there since I got here, except for the occasional use of the bathroom or something.” Derek set the plate down in front of him and he sighed, inhaling the scent of the food and feeling his mouth water as he did so. “This is going to be perfect,” he said as he picked up his knife and fork and started cutting in to the food that was there. He watched Derek hand Peter a plate then come back with his own and finally, they were all sitting there together once more. This was what he missed while away… the comfort of having his lovers, his mates, close to him, helping him feel safe and secure.
Peter gave a little nod, reaching to comb his fingers through dark hair. “We understand, Stiles. You’re more attuned to the supernatural than you think.” he explained. “We aren’t the first to see it, though.”
“Not the first but apparently the only ones who care.” Derek said pointedly, making sure his mates were eating before taking a bite of his own food. “I think you were attuned to it before Scott ever turned.”
Peter looked up as he ate, swallowing a bite as he hummed wistfully. “Well, that would make all the difference.” he mused quietly, clearly thinking out loud.
“But I just got here.” Peter replied. “And I brought your favorite. What’s wrong?”
@sarcasmtm [this is late, I’m sorry honey!]
Stiles nodded and relaxed a bit, feeling safe in their arms and hugging them both back as well before kissing Peter first and then Derek before he moved to sit down at the small table in the kitchen. “What did you fix? It smells really good, Peter. And thanks for cooking. I really appreciate you doing so.”
Feeling Stiles relax helped ease Peter and he pressed a kiss to Stiles head before they let him go to sit down. He nodded and let Derek take one side, moving to sit on Stiles’ other side. “Chicken friend steak, potatoes, corn. Mostly simple. Derek and I talked on the way here and figured you haven’t eaten in at least two days, if not more.”
Derek was making plates for them, Stiles’ plate first and setting it in front of him. “I told you, we’re here to take care of, Stiles. That’s our biggest instinct as your mates.” he promised, leaning to kiss their humans’ temple.
Stiles sighed softly. “I didn’t mean for all of this,” he said quietly. “I promise I won’t cause you anymore trouble about all of this. Either one of you.” He heard Peter call for them and he pulled away from Derek and slid out of the bed, heading down to the kitchen and walking over to Peter, though he didn’t touch him, not sure the other would let him at the moment.
“Peter… I’m sorry for worrying you. I never meant for any of this to turn out like it did. I won’t… I won’t let it happen again.”
Peter turned to look at Stiles, but his relief that Stiles was okay overpowered him and he reached to pull the teen into his arms. “I’m just glad you’re okay. I know that none of this has been easy for you. I know it feels like you’d be bothering us, but Stiles..” he pulled away to lock blue eyes on honey ones. “You are never a bother to either of us. We’re supposed to be here with you, protect you, comfort you.” he explained. “You are never a bother, or a burden, understand?”
Derek was relieved to see Peter being openly physical, knowing that Stiles just had that pull on them. He gave a faint little smile and moved to run his hand through Stiles’ hair. “See? Not mad.” he promised with a smile, pulling the two into his arms. “All of us are in this, and we’ll handle Scott. He can’t hurt you, Stiles. You’re in our pack, now. Safe.”
Stiles watched Peter go and then sighed softly and shifted back against Derek a bit more. “I’m sorry,” he said again after a moment. “I… I know I should have just come to the manor to you and Peter but… I was having a really hard time with all of this… the fight… seeing Scott and the others at school every damn day… It was just… more than I wanted to deal with after everything.” He sighed once more. “How much trouble am I in?”
Derek shook his head. “I don’t think you’re in that much trouble. As for school, that’s a different issue. We’re the thing that keeps Peter in control of his wolf. The more Scott came around thinking we would let him see you, the harder it became for me not to go at him, which of course made Peter’s control strained.” he explained, kissing his head. “We were just worried, is all. But we figured you probably hadn’t been taking care of yourself when he finally put his foot down about Scott just showing up. I think Malia is trying to figure out where she wants to be, Scott’s basically cut the whole group off from us and you know she’s been trying to understand Peter more.”
Peter listened to them quietly, making a large lunch and getting plates made as he poured them water and set the table. He knew his control had been rough, which was why he was letting Derek be more physical at the moment. “Lunch is ready, boys. Come eat, both of you.”
Stiles shifted a bit, his back resting against Derek’s chest as the other held him close and he felt Peter’s fingers brushing through his hair. “I didn’t mean to worry either one of you. I know I can’t be missing school. It was just too hard to keep seeing him and the others every single day. I’m sorry… I… I’m really sorry. I’ll go back after the weekend. Just… give me the weekend and then we can go back and I’ll go back to school.”
Derek settled with Stiles’ scent registering in his mind, and one hand moved from holding Stiles to hold Peter’s hand. “I’m sorry it didn’t end better, Stiles. But you have us. We aren’t going anywhere. You will always have us.”
Peter moved closer as Derek’s hand took his, pressing a soft kiss to Stiles’ lips. “Derek and I will always be here. Always. We’ll always find you and always take care of you. So I am going to get us some dinner made and you are going to eat.” he said, kissing his lovers before getting up and going to start the fire place to warm the cabin up and start dinner.
Stiles [ @lostshieldandhammer ]
Stiles was curled up in the California king bed when he heard Derek and Peter coming into the cabin. He heard the knock on the bedroom door and sighed softly, sliding out of the bed. He’d been there for four days now and had barely done anything more than sleep. He hadn’t even really eaten, not feeling able to really do anything.
He unlocked the bedroom door and opened it slowly before backing away from the wolves and moving to crawl back into the bed once more. “I didn’t think you’d come look for me,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry… I just… couldn’t stay there… not with Scott and the others coming around… not after everything that happened…”
Neither wolf said a thing, Peter taking one side and Derek the other as they crawled in with the teen. “It’s okay, Stiles.” Peter replied. “But you can’t skip school. I know you don’t want to be around Scott, but don’t let him take your grades from you.”
“You should have told us, we would have come with you,” Derek added, pressing a kiss to the human’s temple. “You know we love you, Stiles.”
Peter ran his fingers through brown hair and watched Stiles quietly. “You had us worried. And it’s been gradually harder not to throw Scott through a wall or five.” he admitted.
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