The Hale Pack

Rest

Stiles was on his third coffee. His knee bouncing as he read the pages of the book. Not really understanding some of it but getting the jist of what this journal was saying. Of all the powers he could have gotten from being a spark... Seer was one of the most powerful and the most sucktastic one. Pain. Possible comas. Possible brain frying if your pack wasn't strong enough to hold you together from the pack bond.

Oh and the fact that if word got out that you were a seer, packs from around the world would be after you. To try to force you to become theirs.

All perks of being a Seer Spark.

That must have been why his visions were tearing him apart when he was pulled between Scott and the pack... He reached out to grab the cup of coffee when suddenly a hand swiped it from him easily.

Looking up from his reading material to see Peter sipping the coffee. "I think you've had enough caffeine Stiles." He replied giving a pointed look to his gittering legs.

Stiles huffed and ran his hands through his hair. "I'm trying to keep us all alive. Sleep can wait. Right now it's more important to read this damn book and figure out how the fuck to use my powers! I mean this is as close as it's going to get to a manual for my dysfunctional abilities!"

"Well, hyping yourself up on caffeine and having a stroke seems like a good plan. Sure. Go with that." Peter said sassily as he sat down on the couch next to him.

"You're so very helpful Peter. Thank you." Stiles grumbled and flipped another page scanning it.

"You're welcome." Peter gave a toothy smile.

Stiles rubbed at his eyes as they ached from reading for so long. It had been around 5 hours of trying to decipher almost eligible hand writing and symbols. His eyes were straining just to keep open by this point.

"Why don't you take a break. You stink of pain and stress." Peter crossed his ankles as he lay his feet on the table infront of them.

Stiles grumbled. "I can't I have to figure this out! I have to..." His body felt achy and he just wanted to sleep so badly. But he knew he had to figure this out or the pack would still be in terrible danger.

"Have to what Stiles? Miraculously learn how to master an ability you didn't even know you had a few months ago? Even your smart enough to realize that isn't how this works. That isn't how any of this works." Peter leaned back chuckling.

Stiles shut the book and slammed it down on the coffee table infront of him as he leaned forward and gripped his hair trying to figure out a way, any way possible, for him to do just that. "Then I'm going to get us all killed!" He felt panic roil deep inside him quietly churning and eating at him.

"You're the one that has saved my pack more times than any living member to date." Peter's voice was very serious and quiet.

Stiles looked over his shoulder to see those bright blue eyes gazing at him honestly. He didn't know what to say to that.

"Take a breath and rest. Before you cause yourself to get sick or something." Peter inhaled "You need a rest Stiles. At least eat something."

Stiles shook his head and reached for the book again. "I can't! I have to figure thi-"

Peter's fingers carefully wrap gently around his wrist before he could get his fingers to touch the book.

Stiles flinched but instead of a vision he saw veins crawling up across Peter's hand and arm and across his own as he felt the warm familiar feeling of pain being drained from him.

Stiles sat frozen knowing that Peter hated to touch anyone. His eye slowly slid over to lock with Peter's gaze. They were glowing blue but his expression was one of pure concentration and slight awe.

"It's time to rest Stiles." Peter shook his head slowly. "You're father wouldn't want you doing this to yourself..."

The sentence destroyed Stiles in so many ways. But in a lot of ways... the soft squeeze to his wrist that Peter gave... felt like the way his father would squeeze his shoulder as he tried to reasure him in the past.

It brought a new pain blooming in his chest and a lump to form in his throat that he tried to swallow past. " Go sleep Stiles. I'm not asking." Peter's voice was that sassy voice he always had but it had heartfelt warmth behind it.

Slowly the fingers unwrapped from around his wrist and he felt bone tired now that he didn't have that throbbing ache in his eyes and down his neck anymore. Rubbing his eyes he nodded. "Yeah..."

He mumbled "Thanks." As he got up and headed to the other nest of mattresses and blankets that the pack had put together in there rush to make the train depot a usable place to sleep. He crawled into the pile beside Scott and Scott instinctionally put his arm around him and pulled him closer snuffling something about pop quizzes and forgotten locker combinations.

Stiles smirked and let his body relax into the pile of were pups as he started to fall asleep he could have sworn that Peter gave up his own holey blanket so that he could cover Stiles up more.

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Papa Peter! I REGRET NOTHING!