Coming To an End

A/N: Only One more left after this!

Peter stood silently in the doorway, watching his kids with a fond smile.

It was a good feeling to see his daughter and son talking. Healthy. Alive.

"It was awesome! You were like, this big, glowy, skeletal thingy!" Stiles exclaims in excitement. His whiskey orbs wide as he talked wildly with his hands. The same eyes that Naoh had told him they shared with their mother.

The two sat on Ellie and Derek's bed, cross legged and seated right in front of one another.

"And wings! You had freaking wings, Ellie! Six of them!!" Stiles quickly reaches for the sketch pad he had brought and drags it closer. He flipped through the pages before turning it to face his sister.

He bounces in place as he eagerly waits for Ellie to admire his work on recreating the image.

Peter watches with a smile as her eyes bounced around the page. Her delicate fingers lightly run over the sketch in awe.

"Wow. Stiles, this is beautiful." She whispers softly.

Stiles blushes and reaches up to scratch at the back of his head sheepishly, a large smile flits across his lips.

"Thanks. You've taught me pretty well, sis." Stiles brought his hand back to his lap and fiddles with his fingers before launching back into his story.

"Oh! And then when Kaine woke up, he gave his Alpha spark to Pops. Just gave it right up. Said he never wanted it in the first place. And! When he gave it up, his true creature came to the forefront! He's some hybrid creature now. Part werewolf, part fae! Isn't that just so freaking awesome!"

He continues to ramble on and on about the fae, making Ellie shake her head lovingly as he talks a mile a minute. Peter knew she wouldn't have her brother any other way.

"Oh, oh, oh! And Kaine is your age! Physically at least. He says he is hundreds of years old! Apparently, certain fae breeds don't age when they reach maturity! Everything was so awesome!"

Stiles broke into little chuckles that made Ellie follow suit with her own.

"Is that the only word you can use to express how you felt, pup?" Peter's voice drifts from the doorway and the two siblings turn with bright smiles to face their alpha.

"Pops!"

"Papa!"

Peter shook his head and leaned his hip against the door frame, though a small smile slipped out.

"You gave us quite a scare." He spoke softly, speaking directly to Ellie.

Her smile wavered and she looked down sadly.

He hurried over.

"Oh, pup. None of that now. You're here and alive, that's all that matters. Everyone is still here." He coos, taking her into his arms as she begins to cry.

Peter locked eyes with Stiles, who's bottom lip was wobbling.

Peter held out his arm and hugged two of his most precious people close as they cried.

He had been expecting this for a while now. Stiles had held it together well, but it was only a matter of time before everything came crashing down and the walls fell.

Peter's eyes flashed red as Derek stepped into the room, eyes sad as he watched the three on the bed.

All Peter had to do was gesture with his head for Derek to join in.

~~~~~~

"Jackson knows what we are!" Scott cries out as he comes stumbling into the living room. He made his way over to Peter, looking up at him with wide, frightened eyes.

"He is demanding that we give him the bite, or he will tell everyone he can about us!"

Peter growls, his body livid as he reigns in the urge to go out and murder that child.

Kaine set his book down and looked up from his seat next to Ellie. Her legs were in his lap while her head was cushioned on Derek's lap.

"What makes him believe that people won't just think he is crazy?" Kaine asks softly, head tilting sideways in curiosity.

Peter's teeth grind together as Stiles squirmed from his place beside him. "Jackson is a class A asshole, but he has his ways. Money, family standing..." He trailed off, glancing at his mate with a frown.

"He is nothing more than a bully!" Scott scowls.

Peter's ears picked up the subtle uptake in Stiles' heartbeat.

"Just last week he slammed you into the lockers! I damn near ripped his throat out!" Scott was done with Jackson. That asshole needed to be taught a lesson.

Peter's eyes traveled from one boy to the other before settling on Stiles.

"He hurt you?" He asked, watching as Stiles looked away, refusing to meet his eyes.

He clenched his teeth and turned to face Scott.

"Scott?"

Scott nods. "Few times a week. Sometimes daily. Stiles puts up with Jackson because he doesn't want to be a bother."

"Don't forget Harris." Ellie mumbles sleepily, her body still not completely recovered.

Peter pinches the bridge of his nose and tilts his head back in exasperation. "Harris too?"

Stiles reluctantly nods when Peter stares him down.

Peter gently cupped the back of Stiles' neck, scenting him and providing a sense of comfort.

He released his pup, stood up to his full height, and rolled his shoulders and neck.

With a large, predatory grin, eyes blazing red, he stalked toward the front door.

"I'll be back. I need to have a little... chat with a couple of bullies."

Stiles shudders, eyes slowly moving to Derek.

Derek just shrugs with a small grin.

"It was bound to come out eventually, Stiles. You suck at lying."

Derek's deadpan voice had Stiles sweat dropping.

Blasphemy. Stiles thought he was pretty decent at lying.

~~~~~~

"Lydia Martin has gone missing." Noah spoke as he came into the living room.

Stiles leapt up, mouth gaping like a fish in his shock. "What!?"

"Her mother admitted her to the hospital after she collapsed at home. She was doing fine, but disappeared while taking a shower. Nurses claimed to have heard her scream, but by the time they got to the bathroom, Lydia was gone." He turned his eyes to Derek. "Could this be supernatural related?"

Derek's brow furrows as he contemplates the situation, his hand running through Ellie's hair as she napped.

"Possibly. We should inform Uncle Peter."

Noah gazes around, noticing for the first time that Peter was indeed, not in the living room.

"Where is Peter?"

Scott glances between his mate and his mate's father, biting his lip before the truth comes bursting out from his lips. He has always been bad at hiding stuff. "Dealing with Jackson and Harris."

Noah's brows shot up and nearly disappeared into his hairline. His gaze drifts from Scott to his son.

"The Whittemore kid and your chemistry teacher? What for?" When Stiles refuses to answer, Noah sighs and turns to Scott, crossing his arms and raising a brow.

Stiles waved his hands around, trying to get Scott to abort. Scott bites his lip before giving into the temptation to speak.

"For bullying Stiles relentlessly at school."

Noah's body tenses and he sucks in a startled breath. "Excuse me?"

The room's temperature felt ten degrees colder as his eerily cold voice asked for clarification.

Stiles refused to meet his eyes and could only stare down at the carpet. This was what he wanted to avoid. His father had enough on his plate already.

Noah turned and walked out of the room without another word.

~~~~~~

Ellie was dreaming again. It was a beautiful dream. Something she wished with all of her might to have been a reality.

Maybe, this was one that did happen. In a reality that was not her own.

She was floating above a younger version of herself.

As she lets her eyes wander, she realizes that this was her high school. The library to be exact. It looks exactly like she remembered. She had spent so many hours there; it would be hard to forget. It was her safe haven.

Glancing down at her arms, they were translucent.

She decided to sit back and watch silently. If she was seeing this, then there must have been a reason.