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Noah and Peter face each other in the Stilinski living room.
"I’m waiting for an explanation of what you did to my son and Scott."
"Noah..."
"No, Peter. My son! You went after him!"
"I know. I’m sorry, believe me."
"Sit down and explain."
Noah was giving Peter a chance. To be the one he knew, the one he stopped at each of his returns to his family, the one who had helped him on certain criminal cases.
"I want your side of the story. Stiles and Scott gave me theirs. But I know he only knows half of it. So I’m listening.
Noah is the sheriff. He knew a story had many points of view.
"The fire destroyed me, it took everything. The pain... You can’t imagine how much pain I was in, no pain medication could do anything. My wolf put me in a coma to protect my mind. I don’t know when the wolf regained consciousness, but when I came back, Laura’s body was at my feet. My wolf must not have recognized her. She and Derek abandoned me, they took with them the meager hope of healing me. I didn’t mourn Laura’s death and I know Derek will still be mad at me. My revenge became an obsession, so biting Scott and gaining power was my first goal. But Stiles did everything he could to stop me from having Scott, on this, he looks a lot like Claudia."
"True, he is as stubborn as she was," laughs Noah lightly at the memories of the strong character of his late wife.
"You know that in the high school, without Stiles, I would have had Scott in the first five minutes. He’s brave like you."
"Peter, dont' do that, go on," Noah says.
"Yes, I’m sorry. I started by killing them. Only Kate was left. She dared to kidnap Derek, after everything she did to him- I bit Lydia because I knew I wouldn’t survive, I wanted a way out. I took Stiles because I knew he would help me find Derek. I found my nephew, and Kate on top of that. I killed Kate, no regrets, and they set me on fire. Derek killed me. I don’t blame him."
"Okay, so far it’s different from Stiles and Scott. Not everything, but it answers a lot of my doubts. I understand the desire for revenge and to do everything to achieve it. And now?"
"I just want to... live in peace. Be part of a solid pack and work as I did before."
"And is Derek fit to do that? Can he accept you into his pack?"
"He will," Stiles says.
The teenager had been hiding on the stairs. He knew Peter knew, but his father did not. Stiles had heard his father approve of Peter’s desire for revenge and did not condemn him for it. So Stiles was no longer ashamed to feel the same way. He was going to support Peter.
"What? Stiles!"
"Dad, I thought you would disapprove of Peter’s behaviour, but I think the same as you. His revenge was justified. We must not forget that they are part of a world other than ours where justice is different."
"Right, but you shouldn’t be home."
"I know. Sorry."
"Would you help me?"
"Yes. Derek trusts me, and if I tell him you just want to be in a pack, he’ll understand."
"Why are you helping me?"
"I know what it’s like to want revenge. Unfortunately, my enemy was invisible."
"Dad..."
"I’m fine, Stiles."
While they were dining together, Stiles puts down his fork.
"What promise did you make to my mom?"
"Never let anything happen to you. I’m sorry I was the cause of this pain."
"No, it’s cool to know that you will protect me, after all, you even defeated Death."
All laughed at those words. Yes, Peter promises. Nothing will touch that child.