A Place to Hide Away- Sterek

Peter Wakes

The first thing that Peter noticed when he woke up and was no longer drowsy from the pain was the heavy smell of John Stilinski surrounding him. The strong vanilla smell that accompanied him made Peter sigh in relief; even though he could still feel the ache of the gunshot wound and the stab wound and the myriad of other bruises he had accrued the previous days, the smell of the Sheriff helped calm his wolf into complacency.

"Back to the world of the living?" Erica popped into his vision, leaning over the arm of the couch so that her hair was hanging down above him. Her face was still red from the powder that Kate had thrown on her face, but it was now a red that meant that her werewolf healing had kicked in.

"That's very rude of you." Peter snarked back without feeling. He moved to sit up but he quickly registered that his legs were on someone's lap and he tilted his head forward to see who it was. His legs were propped up on Chris' lap and said hunter was sleeping on the opposite side of the couch with his head tilted back at an awkward angle. This was a familiar sight to Peter who often slept on Chris' couch after bothering him the entire day, much to the hunter's ire. They had eventually gotten to the point where Chris had demurely accepted that his house now had a regular werewolf guest; they had found a common ground in watching reruns of Criminal Minds, which often resulted in the position Peter now found himself in.

He turned back to Erica.

"I'll have you know that as someone who died, your comment offends me greatly."

"Go cry me a river." Erica rolled her eyes as she moved back to where Boyd was sitting in an armchair, sitting in his lap. Boyd simply wrapped his arms around her and shifted to account for the added weight. They did honestly make a cute couple even if Peter would never have betted on it. He looked around.

"Where's Genim and Derek?" He asked.

"They went to the gaming room to talk to Dr. Bones' pack." Erica shrugged.

"Scott and Allison?

"Scott went with his mom back home, and Allison is in the basement tied up."

"Lydia and Jackson?"

"They went back home. Turns out people get tired after an attack like that." Erica shrugged. "We done playing 20 questions or do you wanna continue this middle school sleepover?"

"Kids are so fucking rude these days." Peter sighed, letting his head fall back onto the arm of the couch.

"Language." John said as he emerged from the front door.

"Boo." Peter and Erica said at the same time. The sheriff looked unimpressed at their juvenile response even though they both grinned at each other. The sheriff had four bags in his arms, two on each arm as he moved towards the kitchen. The scent of chocolate cake filled Peter's nose as he walked past, and his stomach made a loud grumbling noise.

"I bought some food since the kitchen seemed to be filled with snacks for children and little else." John said from the kitchen. His head appeared from the opening to the kitchen. "How do you live like this?"

"Take out." Erica shrugged.

John sighed, shaking his head, muttering to himself. "God, now I know how Stiles feel."

Peter laughed and he shifted in his spot, moving his feet so that they were underneath Chris' warm legs. There was nothing better than a warm place to nap. As his eyes began drooping back down, he heard the familiar steps of his nephew and pseudo-son.