The Pack

Chapter 13: Father bonds & Dementia.

"That was a good speech." Chris Argent says, his voice scratchy like when someone spent the day yelling.

"Thanks." Scott answers.

Both men where in the living room, the tension and sadness could be felt. They didn't know what they should say to each other and they didn't know how to start. But they have a common ground, they both lost their families.

"Thanks for helping Stiles save me." Scott said after a while. He was walking in circles and very awkward.

"Always, Scott." Chris spoke and smiled but his eyes showed all the pain in the world.

Scott was about to cry, he was not so sure why or if it was because he was just too weak. He knew Chris feared that history would repeat itself. He feared that he would lose him, too. And Scott was afraid of losing more family.

"I never said sorry to you." Scott spoke in a broken voice and stopped to see a photo of Talia and a man named Alex.

Chris furrowed his eyebrows. "For what?"

"Destroying your life. If I had just stayed out of your way when you moved here, if I just accepted the fact that I was a werewolf and you were hunters, maybe Victoria and Allison would still be alive." And that was it, the ice breaker. The one that spoke all they felt.

"Scott..." Chris began.

Scott looked at the hunter. "No, it was my fault. I pushed her to a world that wasn't meant for her, I should had stayed out of your way and break up with her sooner. And they would be alive but I didn't and now, you lost your wife again!"

Chris approched the werewolf. "Scott, I never saw Allison that happy before you showed up, she was happier, brighter and she made all of us happy. She loved you too much and I know you always wanted to protect her."

"But that was the problem, I loved her too much and I couldn't walk away. I made some stupid mistakes just to be with her, heck even Gerard knew it. Even you knew it! You tried to kill me for that." Scott's voice broke.

"Scott, that was another time and I was another man, I was afraid that my daughter would be in danger or worse. But soon, I understood that she was in worst pain when she was without you. I know you loved her, I know your burden."

Scott finally let some tears fall and he sat down on the cold floor. "I tried to save her, I tried to save her! All I ever did was protect her, from the Alpha pack, Jackson and the Darach! I tried! I tried. And now?! I have no one at all! I don't have a dad nor a mom and I know you would want another person to be your son than me."

Chris hugged the werewolf tight. "You are my son and I will not want any person to be my son, you have done great things and I know that. Your mother would be proud of who you are. She was."

They both cried in each other's arms but didn't notice Derek Hale eavesdropping their comversation.

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Hours later...

Stiles sat down on the porch, he was looking at they blue sky and enjoying the peace that it gave him.

"What do you need, Sourwolf?" He asked, he knew who was behind him.

"How do you know it was me?" Derek asked sitting down next to him.

"Your scent and your heartbeat, is not hard to know. You smell like a black, bitter coffee and your heartbeat is the same, nervous but trying to hide it." Stiles kept looking at the sky.