2016 April Collection

Request - Drabble Peter Hale

"You're still here?" Peter looked up when he heard you walking around, checking who else hadn't gone home yet. Of course, he didn't see anyone. Peter had said he was fine, so Scott had left, Stiles had left, so everyone had just followed them, like it had always been. No one looked out for Peter. No one ever had, no one ever would.

Except for you.
"Of course I am. Do you really think I'd leave you in a state like this?" You walked over to him, a wet cloth in your hand, trying to clean the wounds he had managed to get tonight.
"You can't keep chasing everyone away, ok? Or they might believe you mean it after all."

He winced a bit, showing it wasn't as superficial as he had thought it was.
"It'll heal, Y/N. I'm a werewolf, remember? No need to fuss over me. I don't need anyone, like I told the rest already. Why don't you go play with your friends? I just need a good glass of something strong and no one whining about what I have to do tomorrow."

You almost started to laugh. You knew these tantrums, and you weren't exactly scared of them anymore.
"I can give you that glass of something, Peter, don't worry about that. As for the second part... when have I ever done that?" You rummaged through his cupboards to give him the promised alcohol, while he was trying to get up and do the same, but failed and let himself drop at the couch again.

When he took the glass from you, he suddenly looked a lot more grateful than he was before.
"Maybe you're right in that. Maybe I do need someone from time to time..." He leaned back, taking a sip from the drink, and started to relax. A bit. But that was a start.
"I just hadn't expected this, ok? I never even knew I needed you..."

You only smirked.
"Better get used to it then. I'm not leaving."