REVENGE • Peter Hale

{24} Anchor

"Where are you going?" Denver asked as she looked back toward her nephew who was making his way through the woods.

"I'm not gonna stand here and watch an empty field. I have more important things to do." Derek huffed as she rose an eyebrow at him. "You coming?" He asked. "I want to see something. Go ahead with what ever you were gonna do." She told him.

With slitted eyes Derek took off, yet Denver stayed. With her advanced hearing, she kept a mental note of where the young wolf and his friend were. She could hear their conversations and thought it comical that Scott apparently didn't want to live without Allison, yet she would be his demise.

Perching herself in a tree, she was able to see directly into the classroom that the two boys shared, unfortunately with the Argent girl. Thought she was quiet, as Scott could possibly hear her from this short distance, she laughed internally as Stiles had tried to, not too gracefully, climb into the seat being Scott, yet Allison had beaten him to it, leaving the boy in an awkward position as he retreated and back to the seat beside the wolf.

With Scott still wearing the heart beat tracker, even as his heart rate was relatively stable, the annoying beep still seemed to ring in Denver's sensitive ears.

Coach had started class with a slams of a book, and again Denver had to contain her laughter as he proceeded to grill Scott, the boy not knowing a single answer.

As Coach laid into him further and further, the ringing got louder and louder, until it dulled almost instantly. Denver's brown eyes locked onto the sight that made her scowl. Scott's hand entwined with Allison's. The more that Denver thought about it, the more she hated it, but she understood it.

Allison was Scott's anchor. It was vital information that she now possessed. It made her also think about her own husband. Peter was her anchor, and the other way around. Peter was her everything, and for a moment she could resonate with the teen.

Hearing the bell go off for class she listened to the two boys as they continued their conversation.

"It's her." Stiles said. "What do you mean?" "It's Allison. Remember when you told me about the night of the full moon? You were thinking about her right? About protecting her." "Okay." Scott said, not understanding where Stiles was going with this. "Remember the night of the first Lacrosse game? You said you could hear her voice out on the field." "That was Denver. She helped me." Scott corrected. "Maybe it was both. Anyway. Then after the game, in the locker room, you didn't kill her. At least not like how you were trying to kill me." Stiles said, then there was a pause as Stiles sighed. "She brings you back, is what I'm saying." "No, no, no. But it's not always true. Because literally every time when I'm kissing her or touching her-" "No, that's not the same. When you're doing that, you're just another  hormonal teenager thinking about sex, you know?" Stiles asked, then another pause.

"You're thinking about sex right now, aren't you?" Stiles asked. "Yeah, sorry." "That's fine. Look, back in the classroom, when she was holding your hand, that was different, okay? I don't think she makes you weak. I think she actually gives you control. She's kinda like an anchor." Stiles said and Denver was impressed.

Derek didn't give this kid nearly enough credit. He could figure things out that even born wolves don't instinctively know.

"Because I love her." Scott said catching the wolf off guard. "Exactly." Stiles said, going along with his friend. "Did I just say that?" Scott asked himself and Denver smiled to herself, she was glad, even if the girl he was falling for was the enemy, that he got to know the feeling of true love. It didn't happen often.

"Yes, you just said that." Stiles said slightly perturbed that he was losing his best friend to a girl, yet happy for him at the same time. "I love her." Scott repeated after a minute. "That's great. Now, moving on." Stiles said ready for a conversation topic, yet he didn't get one. "No, no, no, no, really, I think I'm totally in love with her." Scott told him.

"And that's beautiful. Now before you go off and write a sonnet, can we figure this thing out please? Because you obviously can't be around her all the time." "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sorry." Scott apologized, then thought about something. "So what do I do?" "I don't know. Yet." Stiles said until he saw the look on Scott's face. "What?"

"Derek has talked about Denver having an anchor. Her husband, Peter. Why don't we just ask her?" Scott asked. "You want to ask the woman who we have pissed off multiple times, about someone who has a high probability of not ever being by her side again?" Stiles asked his best friend as if he was crazy. "Why not?" "I've got a better idea that doesn't include immediate death." Stiles said. "Oh god." Scott said as he saw a smile stretch across Stiles's face.

"What are we doing here?" Scott asked as he looked at the nice black truck that belonged to one of the seniors. "You'll see, hold on." Stiles said as he put his plan into action. "Stand right there. Do you have your keys on you?" He asked. Scott got them out of his pocket, a puppy dog look on his face as Stiles continued. "Perfect. Hold them up like so. Now what ever happens, just think about Allison. Try to find her voice like you did at the game. Got it?" Stiles asked and Scott nodded.

Denver watched from behind one of the multiple buildings as Scott got pummeled, enjoying it just the slightest of bits, though felt a twinge of pride swell inside of her as she heard his heart rate steady out.

As one of the teachers intervened, Denver made her exit, figuring she would tack down her nephew, not knowing he was trying to find his own answers.

Derek was in his uncle's hospital room, his patience wearing thin as his uncle's lifeless eyes stared back at him. "Just a blink, nod, raise a finger, something." Derek told his uncle in the quiet room.

"Say something!" Derek shouted as he grabbed at his arms. "What do you think you're doing?" Denver growled from the doorway. "We need answers." "If Peter knew anything, I'm sure he would have tried to communicate it by now." Denver hissed, trying not to look at her husband.

She knew the answers that Derek so desperately craved and it was eating her up inside. "I have information that could be helpful." Denver told Derek. "What?" "I'll tell when you are out of his room." She said and Derek sighed, stepping out into the hallway.

"What?" "First of all, you ever handle him like that again, you'll be missing a limb, you understand me Derek?" Denver asked as she glared at her nephew.

He was ashamed enough to bow his head. "Yeah." "Good. Scott has an anchor." "What?" Derek asked, then it clicked. "Allison." He said and she nodded. "Do with that what you will." She told him as she entered her husband's room as Derek went out to the parking lot.

A/N: I know it's been a long time since I updated on this story, and I apologize for that. I hope to change that. I have some big projects coming up, plus work is getting hecktic. I hope you're all doing wonderful!