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Stiles nodded slowly. “Right now, I just want a shower and then I want to go back to bed and get some sleep… probably be able to do so now that you’re both here.” He took the shirt Peter handed to him and grabbed a clean pair of sweat pants and then headed into the bathroom.

Derek watched him go and then turned to look at Peter. “You think he’s going to be okay going back to that school?” he asked quietly. “He’s smart, Peter. We could home school him. There’s traditional things like that as well as online schools. I don’t want to risk him running off like this again.”

Peter watched his younger mate go to the bathroom to shower before moving to sit down next to Derek. “I doubt he’d be able to. If it caused him to run once, we know he’ll come back over and over. He’s too smart for Scott and his stupidity to ruin his chances at a damn good college.” He reached to run his fingers through Derek’s hair. “Home school may be better, but let’s talk to Stiles first, okay?”

Stiles

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

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. 

Stiles

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

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

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.”