A Place to Hide Away- Sterek

A Knife to the Heart

In the time Derek and Stiles had talked, Kate had managed to knock Lydia unconscious and when Jackson had tried to help her out, the hunter had viciously kicked his arm, breaking his arm with a sickening crack. Just as she was about to shoot him in the head as he was crouched over Lydia, cradling his arm with clenched teeth, Erica and Boyd managed to direct her away from the two, giving Jackson the chance to drag Lydia and himself out into the hallway.

Erica wanted to scream as Kate avoided yet another one of Merlin's objects, and she wasn't sure if her anger was directed to the hunter or the magical being who seemed to have the aim of a three-year-old. Boyd also looked as equally frustrated that neither one of them could get a hit on her. Out of all the fights they had ever engaged in, this had to be the most annoying one. Kate was bending and ducking and avoiding their hits like if they were simply punches. Erica and Boyd growled as they ran at her at the same time, only for her to duck and roll forwards, throwing a knife at Erica, pinning her to one of the bedposts. Why the hell did Derek even have a bed with bedposts?

Boyd yanked the knife out and swirled around, throwing the knife at Kate with supernatural speed but she already had grabbed one of the drawers from Derek's dresser and caught the knife with it. The dresser rose behind her, and flew at her, but Kate dropped completely to the floor with a breathless chuckle. The werewolf was too slow to avoid it and he was thrown to the wall with the dresser crashing into him. Boyd crumbled to the floor, unconscious. Erica snarled and turned to Kate who had closed the space between them. In the beat that Erica's clawed hands were swiping her, Kate jumped back before stepping back in and blowing something in the other woman's face, a cloud of black dust to her face.

A burning sensation spread through Erica's face that quickly escalated into an almost mindless pain from her skin to her lungs where she had breathed it in, and she screamed, grasping at her face, trying to take off whatever the bitch had put on her face, but it only worsened the feeling.

Derek bared his teeth at the hunter, immediately recognizing what Kate had blown on his Beta's face.

"Wolfsbane." Stiles' jaw seemed to jump when his eyes flickered to Kate. "I will fucking kill you."

The minute he said this, Derek and Stiles pounced on her and she tried to sidestep them but Merlin had already moved Derek's bookshelf, blocking her path. They knocked her down, Stiles' claw catching onto her ear and viciously ripping it, causing Kate to shout as blood immediately began to spurt out. Derek punched her in the nose before she brought up one of her knees hard into Stiles' side, causing him to flinch. She took advantage of the opening and brought her legs up, kicking Stiles in the stomach and away from her, using the momentum to jump into a crouch. Her foot had been caught in Derek's tight grip though and he yanked her back. However he had failed to account for her right hand, unholstering a gun that she had on her calf, and when he had positioned himself over her, hand on her neck, Kate give him a victorious smile as she trained her gun under his chin. The position they were in was obviously affecting Derek, with her under him, his legs straddling her hips, with only the bare minimum of space between them.

"Take another step towards me, fox, and I'll blow his brains out." Kate tilted her head back to stare at Stiles eye to eye, enjoying the way Stiles' eyes narrowed in fear and anger. She moved Derek and herself around, making sure that the barrel of the gun never left Derek's skin, so that they were standing, her form pressed against his. A look of nausea crossed Derek's face and she tutted her tongue.

"Come on, Derek. Don't act like that. I remember you quite enjoyed our time together." Kate's eyes locked onto Stiles as she leaned over and licked Derek's jaw, causing Stiles' eyes to darken and a hissed growl to come from his lips.

Then suddenly she was being yanked back, dropping the gun, with the charm pressing harshly against her throat and Peter took her in a chokehold, to which she began to viciously elbow him, kicking him in the legs as her face started to turn red. She jabbed her fist right on the bullet wound in his shoulder causing Peter's grip to weaken, giving her a second of reprieve which she used to grab a knife from her squished backpack and twisted the knife in her hand. She drove it back with all her strength and angling it up so that when it went into Peter's ribs, it was angling towards the heart.

Derek ripped the charm off her neck and Peter shoved her towards Merlin who immediately began the spell, which locked her into place and he began to say the incantation.

Hands shaking, Stiles rushed over to Peter whose face was scrunched up in pain as he placed shaking hands around where the knife was buried. He leaned back against the window still, as he pursed his lips together, breathing roughly through his nose.

"Oh my god, Peter, no!" Stiles placed a hand on his arm, as he looked at the knife wound, that was creating a growing bloodstain on Peter's shirt. "We have to get you to a doctor, but Deaton isn't here, and oh god, you can't die, Peter." He ran a hand through his hair as he started to cry. The older werewolf looked up at Stiles whose eyes were closed as he tried to think. Think. THINK. Of something-- of anything that could help Peter.

"Hey," Peter coughed wetly as blood immediately began fall from his mouth. Stiles looked horrified at this and he turned to Derek desperately.

"Call someone, Derek. Call someone or he's going to die. You have to save him, Derek. I haven't gotten to talk to him yet about what's happened since we separated. I haven't gotten to tell him about when I finally learned to ride my bike. Or how I still take bubble baths. Or my first kiss. I haven't... There's still so much-" Stiles couldn't help the sob that broke through his mouth although he did try to cover it. Peter's hand cupped Stiles' face and he fondly smiled up at the younger man who immediately shot himself into Peter's arms, hugging him tightly as he cried. Peter let out a pained breath but he wrapped an arm around Stiles' shoulder, rubbing his face against Stiles' cheek, marking him as pack and family.

"I'm not dying, Stiles." Peter laughed as blood dripped down his chin, and the werefox drew back in a snap with a look of confusion. "There isn't any wolfsbane on this knife. It's foxbane. This was meant for you, knowing Kate. We just need to take the knife out carefully and purify the wound, then let it heal. It'll take a bit longer than normal to heal, but I should live as long as I take the antidote."

"So you just let me say all that because—" Stiles sniffed, rubbing his nose against his shirt. Peter pinched his nose with his fingers, gently butting heads with the younger man with a wide and bloody grin on his face.

"Because I deserve to have someone cry over my dying body after having to deal with all of you."

Stiles frowned at him.

"This is why people Molotov cocktail you, you jerk." He sniffed as he crossed his arms, ears lowering in displeasure. Peter laughed, hand reaching up to rub the tip of one ear.

"I'll make it up to you." Peter coughed, blood spraying into his hand. "But for right now, let's deal with the Kate situation." He turned to Merlin who seemed to be powering down.In front of them, inside of a burned circle, was Kate Argent, 50 years older than she had been seconds ago.