At that voice Stiles spun around so fast that if Derek wouldn't have grabbed his arm he would've fallen. When he found his expectations true, he gasped. "Peter" he spat, and said creep smirked at that before stepping closer, which made Derek take a protective stance in front of Stiles and let out a snarl at his uncle, who just let out a derogatory laugh. "I see a lot has changed since the last time I was... Around" he said with an amused look in his eyes. "How the hell are you here? Because I'm pretty sure Derek killed you right" Stiles said with a disgusted look in his eyes. Peter chuckled at that, and Derek growled. "Oh, he killed me perfectly. Can't complain about that. I just had an agreement with Laura that death wasn't really my thing" He smirked, and Stiles felt Derek tense up. "What did you do Peter?" Peter shrugged "Nothing. I've been trying to get back and Laura showed me an oppertunity" he said mysteriously, and Stiles frowned. "What oppertunity?" he asked. "Lydia" Peter said with an 'isn't-it-obvious' look on his face. "I didn't mean to hurt her though. I need a pack nephew, and I'm planning to join yours" he said like he was showing them the oppertunity of the century. Stiles and Derek were practically fuming right now. "You killed my sister, almost killed nearly everyone in my pack and you expect to just stroll in here and everything will be okay?! Fuck the hell off you asshole!" Derek yelled, and Stiles agreed. "Plus you hurt my pups. You scared them and could've killed Lydia. So I expect you to walk away and never ever show your face around here again" he said in a calm but ice cold voice. Still, Peter didn't seem that impressed. "Well, I suppose I could come back later. But could I at least have some clothes?" he smirked with one eyebrow raised, and Stiles was shocked at that before he realised that Peter wasn't wearing any clothes, and was covered in dirt. His pack mom instinct was screaming at him to take Peter home, but he knew he couldn't do that. Peter wasn't pack, he had to remember that. "Go steal something. Or don't. I really don't care anymore Peter" Derek interrupted his thoughts, and Stiles was happy he wasn't the one who had to tell Peter off, even though he was an asshole. "Fine. But it's still uncle Peter for you my dearest nephew" he said with a cold voice. But still, Stiles really couldn't help notice the hurt look on his face when Peter turned and walked away. Stiles really didn't want him to be in the pack, but he still hated to see a person suffer like that. He had to get over it though, the bastard had tried to kill almost every single member of his pack. His thoughts were interrupted again by Derek putting his hand on his back and guiding Stiles into the clinic, where the pups were waiting for them to get inside. When they got into the exam room Scott sniffed the air and looked at them weirdly. "You guys.. There's a scent around you.. It smells off, but kinda familiar" he said confusedly. Stiles and Derek looked at eachother. "Yhat's something we'll have to discuss back home, okay?" Stiles said. They all nodded, and Stiles looked at Deaton. "Can we take Lydia home?" he asked since he didn't know if it was safe for her. "Yes, you can, but you'll have to protect her at all times. She cannot leave the house on her own and can't sleep alone" Deaton answered, and Stiles nodded. "That's okay I guess. Better then if you'd have to stay here or something" he replied. Lydia looked a little pouty, but she still nodded. Stiles knew she didn't like to be told what to do, and that was probably bugging her right now. "Well let's just go home then. It was a damn long day" Derek said, and Stiles looked at the clock, shocked when he saw it was five-thirty pm already. He'd only just woken up when Derek left that same day, and even though at heart he wasn't an early riser taking care of his pups made him one. He guessed he'd just forgotten all about the time with everything happening, but he really should make the pups some dinner, they hadn't eaten the intire day. They walked to the car and Stiles insisted that Deaton had to drive the pups that didn't fit in the porsche home, even though Deaton didn't feel like it and would just drop the pups off and drive away again. Stiles also insisted Lydia was going with him, together with Derek, Boyd and the twins because they were the strongest pack members. When they got home, Stiles was the first one out of the car since he was the only one who never forgot his keys, plus he was a little hyperactive and also on the break of crashing since he hadn't taken his adderal that day. The first half of the day hadn't really mattered, but he was starting to feel the effects now. He couldn't focus and was both hyperactive and really tired. That might be the reason that his mind didn't really register the triskelion carved into the front door as he swung it open to let the pups in. But again, when Scott got to the door he sniffed in confusion. "It smells weird here as well. Not like what you smelled like earlier, but a little like Deucalion. But the smell is.. It's weaker, in some strange way" He said thoughtfully. Stiles didn't realize it back then, but Scott was really blessed with such a good nose. "Yes, it is quite unfathomable, isn't it?" A familiar voice said behind Stiles, who quickly turned around just to face a now fully dressed Peter for the second time that day, and Jackson, Allison and Scott gasped while Lydia screamed. "Peter.." Scott let out in a scared voice. "Who-who is that?" Isaac asked confused and uncomfortable since his fellow packmates were so scared. "Someone I hoped you'd never meet. Now pups, go inside" Stiles ordered in a stern but slightly shaking voice. "Mom.." Boyd said softly, and Stiles's fear made him angry. "GET INSIDE, NOW!" he yelled, and he heared his pups go inside and slam the door shut. "Was that really neccaseary?" Peter asked in an amused voice and Stiles looked him straight in the eyes. "Yes it was. I want to protect the people I love. Although I don't expect you to understand" Stiles spat, and there it was again. That flash of hurt on Peters face before the sarcastic mask went back on. "Why hello momma, I see a lot has happened when I was gone. But still, I don't think you could really blame me for going after what I want, could you? It is something that makes complete sense I think. And right now, I want to be in this pack" He smirked, and Stiles almost growled, which said something since he was still very much human. Derek did growl though. "I- we don't care what you think. You may be family Peter, but you're not pack" He said, and Peter sighed and looked both Stiles and Derek in the eyes before replying. "We need eachother nephew. I'm physically weak, and need a pack. You need a way to eliminate Deucalion, because judging from the triskelion at your door you're not doing such a good job at that" He said, gesturing to the mark, carved deep into the wood. Dereks eyes flashed red, and Stiles was seriously worried his mate was going to kill Peter. Not that he didn't want him dead, but still, he knew Derek would regret it later. "We need nothing from you" Stiles said, and he grabbed Dereks hand. He squeezed it softly to calm Derek down a bit, and even though it didn't seem to work all that much he noticed Derek took a deep breath, trying to keep it together. "Stiles, may I talk to him alone for a minute?" Derek asked with tension in his voice, and Stiles looked at him in confusion. "But babe, why.." He started. "Please Stiles, I just need some things cleared up" Derek interrupted, and when Stiles gave him a dubious look Derek sighed. "I won't kill him. Promise" at that Stiles nodded and went inside where his pups were eagerly waiting for news. Judging from the looks on the faces of his newer pups he could see that the others had informed them about Peter, and Isaacs first question when he came in confirmed that. "Mom, did you really set him on fire and slash his throat? Then how is he here?" The pup asked confusedly, and Stiles sighed. Why couldn't Scott just keep his big mouth shut? "We don't know yet pup, and even though he isn't a threat right now I want all of you to stay away from him, understood?" He said sternly. They all nodded, but some of them still looked confused. "But how do you know him?" Erica asked, and Stiles realised he'd have to tell the whole story, from when Scott got bitten by Peter to today, he had to tell them everything he knew. "Well, you have to know Peter is Dereks uncle. But that's not where this starts. This all started two years ago, when I got a very stupid idea...."

....and that's where we are now, and Derek is now trying to find out how he got back I think" Stiles had explained everything that had happened the past two years, everything that involved Peter or anything that had happened that not everyone knew, which was practically everything for Ethan and Aiden. Now none of his pups looked confused anymore, even though they did look disturbed. Stiles knew they were pretty flustered, well except Scott and Allison, they'd been there all along. He was a little worried though, since none of the pups had said anything, not while he was talking and not after, which really wasn't like them. "Hey, guys, are you okay?" He asked a little concerned about the fact they were still not talking. "Yeah.. It just.. It was a little much" Ethan said while he and his brother looked at Jackson weirdly. Everyone nodded though, even Scott and Allison. "I'd forgotten about half those things. I can't even believe how stupid I was back then!" Scott said, and Stiles chuckled. Of course he'd told the story from his point of view, and since he saw the things a little different then most people the pups had just gotten a new and interesting new look on the past two years. "But how is that Peter guy alive? I mean, his throat was slashed and he was burned alive!" Isaac asked, and Stiles noticed his golden puppy had scooted over to him during the story so that he was once again pressed up to Stiles' side. "Well pup, we don't know yet. Although I've got a feeling we won't have to worry about a spirit following Lydia around, but that's all I'm going to say about everything" Stiles said while ruffling Isaacs curls. Then he heared multiple stomachs growl, and Scott, Isaac and Aiden looked down blushing while Jackson simply stated "I'm hungry", which made Stiles chuckle. "Well I didn't expect any different, you haven't eaten all day! So what about you guys go watch a movie while I see what I can do about that" Stiles said, and he went over to the kitchen. While he was looking for something quick and healthy to make which would also satisfy the huge appetites from the wolves he could hear the familiar bickering about which movie to watch coming from the living room, and he smiled lovingly. This should be all his pups worried about. This was normal, this night they were going to be normal. "Guys, don't kill eachother!" he called out when he heared a muffled "ouch!" from the living room, and the pups al quickly replied with a "sorry mom!" Which made Stiles smile again, while he decided on pasta bolognese for dinner, that should fill them up enough and would be done quick enough. While he was cutting the vegetables and cooking the pasta, every five minutes one of the pups would stick his head around the door to ask if dinner was ready yet, and when he threw the meatballs in along with the sauce they came in even more. But, after forty-five minutes the pasta was ready and he put it in eleven plates, but then he realised Derek was still talking to Peter outside and he was starting to feel worried. He tried not to show it while the pups all got to the kitchen to get their plate and he silently finished his. After everyone was done he ordered Boyd and Isaac to go and do the dishes while he went outside to see what took Derek so long, but when he got outside he saw both Derek and Peter were gone, and so was the camaro. Stiles immediatly grabbed his phone from his pocket and dialed Dereks number. Thankfully he picked up quickly, but Stiles was still mad. "Derek Hale, where are you? Get your wolfy ass down here or I swear I'll-" "Shut up Stiles. I'm taking Peter home and I'm visiting Deaton after" that didn't do much to calm Stiles, and if he was a werewolf he'd probably have broken the phone right there. "Why are you helping that creep?! And why on earth would you go to Deaton at this time of day?!" He heared a sigh through the phone, and could imagine Dereks face right now, he was probably annoyed. Well, Stiles was annoyed too. He was just tired and didn't feel like taking care of the pups for one night, and mister sourpants had to bail again. With that psychopath of an uncle of his. "Stiles, babe, I'll explain when I get home, okay?" Derek asked through his teeth, and Stiles was about to tell him what he thought about all of this when he heared a beeping sound coming from his phone, informing him that Derek'd hung up on him. "Stupid bastard! Who the hell does he think he is? Oh he's gonna get it when he gets home. They're his kids too, he might wanna put some effort in that some time..." That might have been irrelevant to that situation, but Stiles was just letting all of his frustrations from the past few months out while he got back into the house and started cleaning up the kitchen. He was so busy remembering everything Derek had ever done to annoy him that he hadn't noticed how uncomfortably silent the living room had become. When he walked into the living room he was welcomed by nine insecure looks, and suddenly he realised almost everyone in the room had supernatural hearing. "You heared all of that, didn't you?" He asked softly, and everyone nodded. "I'm sorry, but you're not going to split up, are you? Because I've been through my parents divorcing one time, and I'm not planning to stick around for a second time" Lydia said in an angry voice, but Stiles could see she was surpressing tears. Stiles rubbed his temples and sighed before sitting down on the couch next to her and putting an arm around her shoulders. "Calm down guys, we're not splitting up, everybody fights sometimes. It has just been a rough day for all of us" when he'd said that they all looked relieved, although Erica still looked a little suspicious. "So you're really going to make up?" He chuckled tiredly. "Yes, I'm just going to wait up tonight to talk to him. I think you should go to bed early though, how about one more movie and then upstairs?" They all nodded, this day had taken its toll on them as well. "Okay, you guys want anything to drink? I could make some hot chocolate or tea?" They all looked at eachother in some kind of non-verbal communication, and then Isaac looked at him. "No, we'll make something. It's been a rough day for you as well, like you just said" after that he and Scott got up and walked to the kitchen where they were going to try and make hot chocolate. Stiles thought it was a little weird, but he decided to just let it slide. After all, he could use some pampering every once in a while. He leaned back into the soft pillows of the couch, dozing off a little until he was roughly woken from his almost-slumber by a loud curse and the terrible smell of milk burning. He shot up and quickly made his way over to the kitchen where he would have laughed at the sight of what was in there if his kitchen wasn't a complete mess. There was a little pan on the stove which probably used to have milk in it, but most of its contents were now spilled on the floor and by the smell of it it had boiled over. Meanwhile Scot and Isaac were frantically trying to clean up the mess while forgetting to take the pan off the fire. Stiles sighed. This was exactly why he never let his pups cook or even touch the stove without his supervision. He cleared his throat at which the pups spun around and looked at him guiltily. "So.. What were you trying to do exactly?" Stiles asked while walking over to the stove to take the pan off the fire and turning the fire off. "Well, we were trying to make hot chocolate" Isaac said while looking down, and Stiles almost chuckled at how guilty he looked. "Well, that went pretty wrong, didn't it? Just go watch a movie with the others, okay? I'll clean up in here and get you some hot chocolate, and next weekend I'll teach you how to make it yourself" Stiles said, and he was surprised when they didn't immediatly go to the living room like he'd told them. "No, we'll clean up here mom, you don't have to" Scott said, and that confused Stiles. Usually the pups did whatever they could to get out of cleaning. "Why?" he asked, and Isaac blushed. "We just.. We don't want to be a burden" he said miserably, and this confused Stiles even more. "Why would you say- oh." Then he remembered. When he was so childishly complaining, he'd said something about him always having to look after the kids. The pups had taken seriously what had just been the result of a tiring day without adderal, and were blaming themselves. "Pups, you didn't think I was serious about that did you?" He asked, and from their faces he could see they had thought exactly that. "Ow pups, of course I wasn't. I'm just a little tired and I was frustrated. Why on earth would I complain about the best kids ever? Come here!" He said while opening his arms for his pups who happily hugged him. After a while he patted their backs though, and ordered them to go watch the movie with the others while he cleaned up, and a little while later he came out of a spotless kitchen holding a tray with ten cups of hot chocolate which everyone happily accepted. When the movie finished he sent everyone upstairs, knowing they'd end up in his bed anyway. After they'd gone to bed Stiles waited up for Derek, and as time crept by he felt himself slowly start to drift off again, until at three am the door finally opened and Derek came in. Stiles immediatly was wide awake again and he jumped up. "Derek Hale! Where have you been?! I've been worried sick, the pups have been worried sick! They thought we were splitting up Derek! Do you even know what an impact that had on them?!" Derek interrupted him by collapsing on the couch with his head in his hands. Suddenly Stiles felt guilty about his sudden outburst and he carefully sat down next to his fiancé. "Babe, what's wrong?" he asked softly, and Derek sniffed. "It's Laura. She's been poisoned"