Fanfiction: Teen Wolf: Pain Reliever: Part 3
Pain Reliever
Peter/Stiles
Peter thoughts while he’s in the comma and then again when he’s dead and haunting Lydia. What he thinks about.
Part 3
Previous: Part 1, Part 2
Special thanks to Twisted67 for betaing.
Pain Reliever
Part 3
Peter doesn’t speak or move after the fire. He lies in his bed nurses coming and going, changing his bandages and flushing his wounds. He’s been so burned that his werewolf healing is rendered moot, the wolf hiding, not even trying to shift during the full moons. He’s catatonic, ignoring everyone including what’s left of his pack, just stares off blankly lost in his own head.
Most days when he’s sitting, unable to move, all he can remember is the fire. The feeling of being trapped, both wolf and man trying to fight their way out but wolfsbane and fire keep them trapped. Howling with his pack as the flames lick at them, curling towards each other in an attempt to avoid them. Flesh burning, searing pain, a wound to brutal for werewolf blood to heal.
Other times there’s a scent so wonderful it makes his wolf stir, even while buried so deep, and he remembers a boy. A boy that put on a brave front for his mother, deflating as soon he left her side. A boy with a fake smile that turned a little truer when Peter would smile at him. A gangly little boy all limbs no grace tripping all over the place in a manner that had amused him.
Just as fast as those come they are just as quickly swept away again by the horrors of the fire. Six years he’s stuck like that, unable to move, to speak, unable to search out the one thing that gives him relief from the pain. By the time he is capable of moving, his psyche is to broken and frayed, bent on revenge, he doesn’t even recognize the boy when he sees him again.
The scent coming of the teen standing between him and Derek makes his wolf perk up with interest, but it’s to distorted to realize what it wants with the owner of that scent. He’s smelled it before in the woods and other places. It reminds him of someone but he can’t seem to remember who, his mind pulling up fuzzy half-forgotten memories that don’t do anything but confuse him.
Peter makes it a point to watch him for the next few day after pulling Derek under his will and when the hunters capture his nephew, he just knows Stiles is the only one clever enough to help him. It’s before Stiles leaves for the dance that he see it, that smile, the smile that had been his only relief from his own mind. It doesn’t reach his eyes when his father makes a comment about his mother seeing him all dressed up and when he’s outside the house he deflates.
Peter wants to take him, to own him, to lock him up and sink his teeth in until the boy breaks, bleeds and knows who he belongs to. He doesn’t like it at all when he sees the way Stiles smiles at Lydia, it make him want to hurt Stiles to show him who is alpha, wants to tear at tender flesh. When he bites her the utter resignation in the boy makes him want to howl in delight, the utter submission is all he wants at this point. Submission and his revenge.
When he offers Stiles the bite, his teeth scraping against the sensitive skin of his wrist all he wants is for him to submit to this. When Stiles refuses he doesn’t know why but he doesn’t just bite him anyways, doesn’t rip his flesh and watch him bleed. Stiles doesn’t submit to this and Peter doesn’t know why but he accepts it, doesn’t want to turn him without his consent. Stiles may have been lying, but he said no and Peter leaves him human.
He’s not surprised when Stiles shows up at the Hale house with reinforcements, but he is shocked when the Molotov cocktail ignites, setting him ablaze. It’s like being trapped in the fire all over again, all he can hear are the screams of his pack and the anguished howl of his own making. Then there is a breeze and he can smell Stiles, he remembers that smile, remembers when he wasn’t so damaged, when all he wanted to do was make that sad little boy a little happier.
When Derek is standing above him, he knows what’s going to happen, but it doesn’t matter because even deranged he is smart enough to have a contingency plan. He can do little more than twitch but a smile pulls at his lips as he thinks about what’s going to happen. He’s going to have a second, or is it his third, chance… he isn’t exactly sure where the count should stand, to make Stiles give him a real, genuinely happy, smile.
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Peter is tied to Lydia, she is the only one who can see him and only when and how he allows it. He might be scaring her on purpose, sure he could probably be a little kinder as she is his ticket back to the land of the living, but he’s a little spiteful over the attention Stiles gives her. He may have regained his mind but that doesn’t mean he has to be nice all the time.
Stiles tends to be in Lydia’s vicinity a lot so it’s perfectly reasonable for him to feel some jealousy. He knows Lydia doesn’t have any attraction to Stiles, that he’s hardly a passing though, just that annoying kid that’s had a crush on her forever, but that she does find comfort in him when she needs it not that she’d ever admit to anyone. It both pleases and irks Peter, he’s glad she doesn’t return his affections and annoyed that she can’t see Stiles the way he does, that no one seems to see him as more than the sheriffs kid who talks to much and flails around.
Sometimes he wishes that Stiles could see his younger self, that he could draw the boy’s attention with his ghost to make things easier when he comes back. He feels jealously at the thought of Stiles being attracted to his younger self as Lydia is, doesn’t like the idea. Peter huffs at himself feeling silly being jealous of himself.
He laughs when Stiles shows up to Lydia’s party with a ridiculously large box, and follows him around as best he can while being tied to Lydia. Feels another spark of jealousy at the drag-queens Stiles invites, wonders how he knows them, how friendly they are. They’re a handsie bunch, but they don’t linger and he feels less like tracking them down when he’s back among the world of the living when Stiles doesn’t show any real interest beyond friendship.
Peter watches as Stiles is affected by the wolfsbane in the alcohol. Watches the shattered look that comes over his features, even after he’s shaken himself out of it his demeanor is broken. He want to know what haunts Stiles, wants to know what caused that look, and destroy whatever it was.
Peter can’t watch Stiles anymore when Lydia leaves, forced to follow her while Stiles lies by a pool of water, looking dejected. It’s okay though because soon he’ll be back, and he’ll have a body and he will protect Stiles, make him happy and keep harm from coming to him… and when he’s ready, Peter will give him the bite.
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