I don't own Teen Wolf, just borrowing the characters, this is a Stiles/Peter Fic.

I don't have a beta so if there are any mistakes (no doubt there are) please message me and I'll fix them up.

Enjoy :)

The wind howled against the side of the house, and a branch from the tree, scratched against Stile's window.

Stiles lay on his back, starring at the ceiling. Today had been hell. He had been feeling more and more alone lately. Scott had barely spoken to him today, too wrapped up in Alison to notice him.

When he did speak to him it was to cancel their plans for tonight as he had told Alison he would go to her house and study with her.

Normally Stiles wouldn't have cared but lately it had been happening a lot. This was the fifth time this month Scott had canceled on him to do something with Alison.

Lately the only time Stiles' really hang out with Scott was at lunch at school, but even then Scott would spend that time talking about Alison until she arrived and then would be completely absorbed with her, to speak to him.

He was sick of being pushed to the side, like he didn't matter at all. It wasn't like he was expecting Scott to spend every second of the day with him. The last time they had hang out with just each other was over two months ago.

When he first realized they had been drifting apart he had tried to put more effort into it, organizing game nights, movies but each time Alison would want to do something with Scott or Scott would ask if they could do it the next weekend. They were supposed to be Best Friends, but lately Stiles couldn't think why.

Wiping his eyes, Stiles sat up and looked around his room Occult books littered the floor and his desk was clattered with papers on werewolf theories. So much time and effort spent on a friend who didn't seem to care less about him anymore.

Pulling his knees up to his chest, Stiles realized how lonely he was, all he had was Scott, he was never good at making friends and once he had, had Scott he never tried making anymore friends. He was alone.

Stiles was restless the scratching on the window seemed to be getting louder and louder and wasn't long before Stiles felt like the walls of the room were closing in.

Recognizing he was having a panic attack, he tried to slow his breathing. Great, after everything today all he needed was this.

Stiles tried to get his Ventolin from his desk drawer, but his legs gave out as he was half way across the room. Just as he was about to yell out for his dad, he remembered that his dad had the late shift and wouldn't be home till late the next morning.

This caused his breathing to become even more ragged and it wasn't long before his vision started blur.

Just as he was about to lose consciousness, he felt arms wrap around his waist and pull him up onto their lap.

"Breathe. Come on Stiles, breathe with me, match my breathing."

He knew that voice but at that moment he couldn't place it. Trying to focus on the person behind him he tried matching his breathing with theirs. Slowly his breathing became easier and his vision started to clear.

"That's it Stiles."

Stiles' eyes snapped open as he realized who it was. Peter Hale, of all people it had to be him, though surprisingly he only felt relief it was him and not someone else to have seen him like that.

Breathing in deeply, Stiles could smell Peter's musky scent; it was comforting and made him feel safe and protected. Confused about these feelings Stiles went to move away but Peter's arms held him in place.

"I'm ok to get up thanks" attempting again Peter only pulled him closer. Sighing in irritation Stiles turned his head to look at Peter, only to be overcome with shock and worry.

"What the hell happened to you?" Quickly turning to face him fully Stiles looked Peter over.

His clothes were covered in blood, and he had a deep cut across his chest, that was slowly seeping blood.

"Run in with a rogue alpha"

"What caused the panic attack?" Peter asked quietly.

"I...just lots on my mind and let it all get to me, I'm ok now though." Stiles replied, lowering his eyes. Only then did he realize the position they were in, Stiles was now straddling Peter's lap and was pressed against his chest with hands pressed under the cut on Peter's chest.

Blushing bright red, Stiles looked up to see Peter smirking at him. Scrambling to get up, Stiles was surprised that Peter let him up this time.

"You're not alone" Peter said quietly. Stiles heart clenched painfully at that, it sure felt like he was.

Looking him over one more time Stiles looked conflicted before finally a look of determination settled on his face.

"I'll be back, Stay." Stiles said before he hurried out his room and across the hall to the bathroom. Grabbing the first aid kit from the cabinet he quickly walked back to his room.

"Up, come on" Stiles glared down at Peter when he looked like he was going to argue.

Stiles felt his stomach do summersaults as he saw Peter smile at him before getting up. No! Stop brain, this is Peter, creepy uncle psycho killer Peter. Who killed a bunch of people, including his own niece.

But who wouldn't go a crazy, not being able to move and stuck with the memories of the fire replaying in your head and n company to take your mind off it, his subconscious suggested. Quickly shaking his head of those thoughts, Stiles moved to sit beside Peter on the bed.

"Ah…I um, need you to um..." blushing again Stiles motioned to his shirt.

Peter smirked at Stiles before lifting his shirt over his head. Stiles felt his face heat up even more, and tried not to stare too much at Peter's body. Focusing all his attention on the cut, Stiles grabbed some cleaning solution and applied it to the wound carefully.

Taping some gauze over it, Stiles put all the rubbish in the bin.

"That wasn't necessary, you know." Peter said with a smile.

Stiles shrugged his shoulders in reply before leaving to grab a warm cloth from the bathroom. When he returned Peter was up and looking at the papers on his desk.

Staring at Peter for a few moments Stiles couldn't help but feel a little proud that Peter had let him clean up his wound. Whenever there was a big bad and if Peter was hurt he would always disappear instead of coming back with everyone else to get fixed up.

"Why let me?" At Peter's confused look, Stiles clarified.

"I mean why didn't you go to Derek about the attack."

Peter was quiet for a while before answering.

"You're pack." Peter said simply.

"Derek's your alpha though, and I'm just a weak human, I'm not really part of the..."

Peter's loud growl cut Stiles off and his shot up to see Peter turn and his eyes flash bright blue.

"You're Pack!" Peter growled out, Stiles realizing he had an angry werewolf in his room, backpedaled quickly.

"Yeah ok, I'm pack. Cool just calm down" Stiles blurted out.

Peter sighed and took a deep breath, before walking over to Stiles and pulling him down to sit on the bed with him. Grabbing Stiles' hands Peter looked directly in his eyes.

"You're Pack; you've always been pack, my pack." Peter's eyes flashed when he said that, before returning to normal.

"Derek doesn't completely accept me as part of his pack and Scott would never accept as part of his, but that hasn't been a problem as my wolf sees you as part of my pack. You will always be pack, even though I'm no longer an Alpha, you're still mine." Peter said before leaning in and capturing Stiles lips with his own.

Don't know if I'll continue or just leave it as a oneshot, depends if i get the writing bug again. :)

Hope you all liked it.

xoxo Kathleen xoxo