A/N:Hey guys! I'm sorry I haven't been updating this story on FF - it's just, usually, I post the updates for this story on AO3 (under the same pen name) because I find more people reading it as opposed to on here, but, that could change. I can never know. Anyway, I've been into writing more of the superhero side of things lately which has been taking up all of my time and effort (with little to no success), but I promise to try to post up chapters that come after this soon. Thanks for reading!

The first thing that Stiles is aware of, is the sound of something breaking as well as a muffled words being said, "You think you could just run away with some stupid, kid you fucking bitch?!" He knew that whoever was in his and Ashley's hotel room had been following them, basically, ever since they left.

This has abusive ex-boyfriend, or, boyfriend written all over it. Stiles decided to wake up right when he heard a hard slap meet skin, because, no matter who you are, you don't hit a pregnant woman, and he'd never take Peter treating someone like that and think he can get away with it scot-free. He just had to figure out a plan to turn the asshole's attention onto himself in order to be able to control the situation, and make him back off - he's dealt with plenty of bad guy's, and this jerk off is just another that he'll find the weakness of, and exploit it to his favor.

He was able to hold Peter off with sarcasm and wit, Chris with the blunt truth, and Gerard with his own physical fault, so, that's one werewolf and two Hunter's...a normal everyday human should be nothing to him. And, really, Stiles already knew what his weakness was, thus, being able to exploit it fairly easily.

Stiles, making sure to be stealthy, got up from his bed carefully before grabbing the gun he'd been given by Chris "just in case", that was loaded with wolfsbane bullets to put at the small of his back in case it'd come to that.

"Hey, asshole" Stiles said looking at a guy that couldn't be more than 26 years of age, scruffy, and homophobic, backwoods, trailer trash. The guy turned to look at Stiles to see him looking him straight in the eyes, not wavering even a tiny bit as the guy turned, flexed his muscles, and put on his most intimidating face. "Let her go, and get the hell out of my hotel room" Stiles told him in a mocking tone as if the guy was beneath him in every way when, really, this guy could probably cause him to miscarry.

If he played his cards right, though, he'd only be slammed into something like with what Peter, Chris, and Derek did when threatening him, and, hopefully, avoid what Gerard Argent did to him, because, even though it got Boyd and Erica released, it had hurt like a son of a bitch to endure, but he did it to ensure the two had gotten away.

Just, in the end, it hadn't been enough to keep them away from the big bad Alpha Pack.

"Who do you think you're talkin' to like that?" the guy asked him angrily trying to make himself even more intimidating than he was. "A guy that could, yes, easily beat me to within an inch of my fair existence, but, also, one that doesn't know how to handle the love of a woman seeing as Mommy dearest didn't know how to handle raising a son" Stiles spat at him trying to see if he could find an easy opening to more of the guy's darkest secrets.

He wasn't going to see if he can find a crack using humor this time, because it wouldn't do him any good to let this situation get out of hand too quickly otherwise it could end with him bleeding out onto the carpeted floor with sense of knowing his baby could be inches away from death.

Stiles, mentally picturing a shield surrounding his little one, saw the guy crack which let him into an area of his mind that Stiles, probably could guess what it was, "She never could figure out how to take care of you after you started talking and walking, because a baby is predictable as it cries for one of three things: a nap, a diaper change, or it's hungry, but, when you started talking and walking, she couldn't figure out how to help you, so, like any other pathetic excuse of a mother, she left you alone. Often times you called on her to bath you, which she did, because it was something only she could help you with, but, when it came to food, you were forced to fend for yourself. Kinda sad honestly seeing as how you, more than likely, didn't have any brothers or sisters to help you either" Stiles stated as he cracked the guy even more.

The patterns he cracked into human's were always the same, but, with Hunters and werewolves as well as every other supernatural creature out there, the cracks became different. Their crack's were levels of light that Stiles loved to see - it, more than likely, was spawned by his Spark that he could even see them.

"I'll give you one chance to get out, before I force you out, and, yes, I know how to do that" Stiles told him as he made motion to the gun that laid at the small of his back for the man to know that Stiles was everything but unarmed at the moment.

"You stupid shit" the man said as he tried swinging at him, but his lumbering mass didn't plan on Stiles moving out of the way, going to stand in front of a crying and pleading Ashley, and drawing the gun that he had threatened the guy with making sure to keep it steady with the sight on the guys head while simultaneously pulling the hammer to make sure the guy knew Stiles meant business.

"Get out, and never return, or, I'll place a bullet through that thick skull of yours ensuring no one is plagued by your idiocy anymore than they've already been forced to" Stiles threatened him making sure he kept his body from shaking as the adrenaline coursed through his system alighting his nerves with the need to move around and do something.

"You're dead meat you hear me you cunt! Your little boy toy won't be able to help you the next time I come for your sorry ass" the man threatened before Stiles moved the sight of the gun to the man's arm and firing. Bad waste of a wolfsbane bullet, but it'd hurt like hell until he was able to get to a hospital, and the man's resounding scream made Stiles feel happy that the idiot now knows what it's like to be at the bottom of the food chain.

Stiles made sure to call an ambulance for the guy before kicking him out of the hotel room that he was sharing with Ashley.

When all was calm, and Stiles gave a statement to the police as to why the guy was shot, he was told that they'd contact the Beacon Hills Sheriff's Department for further details on other past offenses Luke Morales had done to Ashley, and other crimes. At the end of it all, Stiles was able to return to bed, but, no before turning his phone and texting his Dad about what was to occur some time soon.

Shutting his phone off, he looked to a sniffling Ashley who hadn't gotten over what just happened yet. "You brought this upon yourself you know? Calling him was the dumbest thing you could have ever done, because it only just brought you pain and suffering. Move on, forgive him and yourself, but never forget what he did to you, because it will always make you stronger and more aware of what's happening in the next relationship you get into" Stiles told her before going into the bathroom one more time to wash his hands and take a few needed deep breaths.

He was hoping through this journey he'd be able to leave the bad behind, and be able to only see good, but, as the world goes, bad seems to invite itself in whether you want it there or not. He had only hoped Ashley wouldn't have done what she did, because it risked both of their baby's by her calling Luke just because she was in the phase of their relationship of loving him even though he physically abused her at every turn.

Now she'll know, that, sometimes, a person has to look at the bigger picture and not the cute little rainbows within it

Stiles knew he shouldn't stress about anything, because it could affect the condition of his baby, and he wasn't about to go through any unneeded stress just because he finally shot someone without flinching about it. Luke was going to hurt Ashley and her baby, and, now, likely wanted to kill Stiles as well, but, he knew, the charges stacked against Luke were going to make sure he went to San Quentin for a long time.

And, at that very moment, he knew what he needed more than just a few deep breaths and critical thinking. He needed to hear Peter's voice soothe him; to tell him that he'd rip the guy apart before he was even able to reach Stiles, because that is something Peter would do. To protect Stiles, Peter would watch the world burn before him, and enjoy it as Stiles was safe in his arms.

Stiles grabbed his jacket, grabbed one of the hotel room keys, and walked into the cold night of Maumee, Ohio. He, by now, knew Peter's cellphone number by heart which he shakily did after going to the front desk and asking to use their phone; landlines were nearly untraceable using a cellphone seeing as you'd need to have permission to do it.

"Hello?" a rough, half-asleep voice answered making Stiles smile as he pictured Peter blurry eyed, and wondering who he has to kill for waking him up so early in the morning. "Hey" he said softly into the receiver as his love for the man started running through his veins making his heart sing with need, love, and longing.

"Stiles?" his voice sounded more clearer this time as he realized who's on the phone. "Yeah, it's me" he said half-softly once more as his emotions started getting the best of him. "Where are you baby?" Peter asked him in a concerned and loving voice that made Stiles cover his mouth with his hand to stifle the sob that nearly came out of his mouth, but ended up as a whimper.

"Baby, what's going on?" Peter asked with more concern and alarm in his voice probably picking up on Stiles not being okay what-so-ever. "Uhm, I-I ha-had to shoot a gun tonight. He'll be okay, and the police have him, bu-but I just miss you so much" Stiles confessed as he curled up in the chair placed in the lobby of the hotel.

"I miss you too my sweet boy, you don't know how much seeing your photo's makes me wish I could have been to those places with you. Why did you leave Stiles? Can you tell me that?" Peter asked him in a soothing voice that nearly made Stiles spew his secret out to his mate, but he was able to keep his trap shut at the last second.

"I can't not yet I can't" Stiles told him shaking his head not wanting to think about how Peter would feel if he found out. "Stiles, I think the whole pack may know why you left by now" Peter admitted with a guilty tone of voice. "W-How?" Stiles asked him wondering what he'd forgotten to take with him that wasn't obvious to his condition.

"You-you left behind your calendar. You had circled the day that we officially became mates, and then January eleventh which is nine months later - darling, you're pregnant, aren't you?" Peter explained to him before asking the question that Stiles was afraid to answer him about. "I-I uhm, ye-yes. I am" Stiles finally admitted to him knowing he hadn't justed wanted to say it, but could never lie to Peter about something so serious.

"Oh baby, come home. Let me take care of you - let me be able to hold you both in my arms" Peter pleaded to him, but all Stiles could make himself do is shake his head saying, "I can't, I can't not yet - it's not time yet." He heard Peter sigh over the phone before he requested something from Stiles that he felt he could do, "Can you, at least, call me every night that way I know you're safe?" he heard Peter's need for his safety over the phone.

"Okay-okay I can do that" Stiles said as his silent tears started clearing up, and he rubbed his nose with the sleeve of his jacket. "Okay baby, I can't wait to see you both again. I love you - never forget that" Peter told him before Stiles repeated his words, and hung up the phone.

After having given the phone back to the front desk, he went back to his room and saw Ashley asleep on her bed with dry tear stains on her eyes. He walked over to her, climbed into her bed, and put his arm around her as much as he could, and fell into the oblivion of sleep with Peter's loving words helping him and calming his heart.