The Hale Pack

Tense

His brain felt like mush. His body ached all over. He tried to blink his eyes open but any light was too much. Groaning he rolled over hiding his face in whatever softness he was laying on. "This is getting really fucking old."

His entire body hurt.

"Stiles..." Scott's voice was full of worry. "Are you okay?" Scott gently held Stiles' hand and pulled the pain from him slowly.

Stiles coughed as his throat felt raw from screaming before. "Not real sure about that at this time. Ask again later." His voice was rough and he felt weak. After a moment he turned towards Scott and squeezed his hand slightly. "Is the pack safe? Is Peter okay?"

Stiles still had his eyes closed but he heard the strain in his voice. "The pack is kind of freaking out... You're at my house. My mom checked you over when you woulnd't wake up..."

Stiles blinked slowly fighting against the pain of light stabbing his eyes with its rudeness, in order to see Scott's tense face. "How long have I been out?"

Scott frowned a bit as he finished pulling the pain from Stiles. "day and a half..."

Stiles sat up as fast as his sore body would let him. "What happened? Where is the pack!?"

"Right now they are out in the hallway. They heard us talking. And can you please tell Peter to stop flirting with my mom?" Scott looked irritated then.

Stiles blinked and couldn't help but chuckle. "Guys get in here."

The door opened and the pack poured in around the bed he was sitting on. The last one standing in the doorway was Derek. His usual perma frown in place and his leather jacket on.

Peter was standing as far away from Stiles as possible. He was looking out the window as if checking to see if anyone was encroaching on their hide out.

"It wasn't your fault." Stiles hoarsely told Peter.

Peter's blue eyes flick over to him with an arched brow. He didn't look convinced.

"It wasn't your fault... I... when I did what I did. I caught the attention of someone who tried to remote view me. They were bad news. I had to fight them somehow..." Stiles slowly got to his feet and Isaac and Scott held his arms as if they were frightened he would collapse suddenly. "I used your..." Stiles didn't want to say insanity while everyone was in the same room. "...darkness to make them leave me alone... I used you like a weapon."

Peter's eyes burned bright blue as he looked at him with an unreadable expression.

"It was my fault... I did this... not you." Stiles needed Peter to know that.

"You wouldn't wake up..." Boyd spoke up finally.

Stiles looked around at the haggard faces of his pack. They looked so tense and none of them looked as if they had gotten any rest. "Sorry about that." He looked over to Derek seeing something had hardened in his eyes. He'd been effected by Stiles nearly sparking himself to death.

"No more. No more visions or remote viewing. You nearly died." Derek's voice was rougher than his. It sounded like he was trying to speak but mostly growling.

"It was more like a prolonged nap." Stiles flailed a little.

"You were in a coma." Peter's voice was sharp.

Isaac's fingers gripped his arm tighter and he noticed that Scott was pressed to his side like he was afraid that Stiles might fall right back into that coma.

Erica just looked pissed. "Stupid Stilinski! I should kick your ass!"

Stiles knew they had all been afraid. He'd messed up. "I... I can't just do nothing. I'm not going to stop."

Derek bound forward and growled low. It vibrated the air around Stiles. "You will not-"

"Can't do your whole Alpha intimidation on me Derek... Not about this... Not about keeping our pack safe..." Stiles shook his head as he looked up at those red eyes.

Derek snarled down at him.

Stiles just smiled up at him shaking his head. "I'll be more careful. That's all I can promise."

"Damnit Stiles!" Derek snarled and his shift was taking him over so he spun away stalking out of the room.

"At least tell me you got something from whatever you saw Stiles." Peter sounded just as angry but it was a cold anger instead of a rage.

Stiles nodded. "The alpha pack wants Derek and Scott... they want them in their pack. We can set a trap now. Also they really don't like you Peter."

"Deucalion always was a jealous asshole." Peter said flippantly.

Stiles took a deep breath. "I think they have a Emissary too... I think... I think that was who I threw the darkness at in order to keep them from seeing... everything."

"Great..." Isaac said deadpan.