Chapter 6
“Okay, Peter.” Stiles donned a serious expression as he sat down. “We need a plan. Your shift ends in an hour, Derek get’s out of Basketball practice in thirty minutes. I need to sleep somewhere.”
“You can stay with me at my apartment.”
“Derek folds under enough pressure. He’s gonna rat you out.”
“It Friday he stays with me for the weekend, to get away for awhile.”
“Oh, yall never told me about that.”
“I don’t see why we would its not really that important.” Stiles shrugged his shoulders at that.
“I like facts.”
“Hi.” Both looked up as Derek came in with slightly damp hair, most likely from the shower.
“Hello, keep Stiles company while I go fax this to Deucalion.”
“Mrs. Tate you can go home now and congratulations on the pregnancy.”
Mrs. Tate looked up surprised. “You can tell, already?”
“Indeed.”
“Thank you, Mr. Hale. Have a good evening.”
“You, too.”
As Peter finished and walked back into the room he stopped in surprise. “Really Stiles. You just couldn’t help yourself.”
Stiles looked up from his place on Derek’s lap with a smile. “What he’s very kissable. And I’m a little homesick.”
“I’m sure you are.”
Stiles puffed his cheeks out and began to pout. “I am.”
“Okay.”
“Stop that.”
“Stop what? Agreeing with you?”
“NO, mocking me.”
“I’m not mocking you.”
“Yes, you are.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes yo-” Stiles cut off as Derek covered his mouth.
“Stop it Uncle Peter.”
“I wasn’t doing anything.”
Derek sighed exasperatedly. “We’ll be in the car. Hurry up.”
“Coming,” Peter smirked as Stiles stuck his tongue out at him on his way out. As soon as they were out of site Peter picked up the phone to place a call. “Deucalion, I don’t need to ask for your silence do I?”
“Of course not Peter. Just what exactly is happening?”
“I have no idea. As soon as I find out I’ll give you a ring, alright?”
“Sure.” A slight hesitation over the line made Peter pause. “Be careful. I feel like something bad is gonna happen soon.”
“Your not the only one. I need to go before Stiles hot wires my car.”
“Wild one, perfect for you if you ask me.” Deucalion let out a laugh as he hung up.
Peter swiftly moved to the parking garage to find Stiles in his front seat about to pull of the key slot. Peter tapped on the widow causing Stiles to jump into the backseat with wide eyes.
“Now darling, that’s a big no no.” Peter smiled at Derek as he heard Stiles scoff. “Have you called your mom, yet?”
“No.” Derek paled as he quickly pulled out his phone typing away. “Be quiet. I mean it.” Derek tossed a glare towards both of Peter and Stiles as his mom picked up.
“Derek, going to your Uncle’s.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Any sign of anything suspicious?”
“No, ma’am.”
“The time travel?”
“Nowhere in sight.”
“Deucalion?”
“He paid Peter a quick visit and dropped off some paper work from his department.”
“Call me if something turns up.” With that Talia ended the call.
“Wow. What a bitch.” Stiles blurted out.
“I know, why do you think I moved out?” Peter turned to look at Stiles.
“Eyes on the road!” Stiles screeched.
“Oh, shut up.” Peter pulled both hands off the steering wheel causing Stiles to screech loader and reach for the wheel.
“Are you crazy? Werewolves, I can deal with. Kanima, yep. Evil Alphas, a whole team. Chimeras, rather not. Killing someone, not that nice. Getting pulled over by my dad while in the car with two Hale’s. Hell no. Never. Nope.” Stiles glared at them both.
Peter let out a laugh as he pulled into his parking place. “Welcome home.”
Derek went to the truck to get his bags while Peter lead Stiles to the entrance. Stiles recognized this as the a run down apartment home in his time, but now it was in its glory. Most likely just built. Inside the lobby looked like it was made of gold. Very enchanting, distracting. The elevator went up to the top floor where Peter used a key to open the doors.
Peter explained how he owned the top two floors; the second floor held a few rooms, a spa, and a library. The first floor had a dinning room, kitchen, living room, and a lounge.
“Are you hungry?” Derek asked as he came down the stairs towards them.
“No,” just as the words left his mouth his stomach growled. “Yes.”
Peter smiled and lead Stiles with a hand against the small of his back to the bar. “Sit. I’ll cook.”
Stiles and Derek chatted as Peter turned the stove on and prepared for spaghetti. His thoughts drifted to the day and how wild it had become. Yet, Peter didn’t regret nothing. Meeting Stiles, discovering the secret his sister hid from him, learning of his future. This was gonna be one hell of a ride.