The One Where Peter Has A Son
REQUESTED, PETER HALE
“What the fuck do you mean? I have a son?” Peter sputtered. He was indignantly waving his arms around like a preacher on cocaine. Scott ducked his hand as it swung by his face- “Yeah, you have a son. My new pack member.” Peter sneered “And he’s in your little misfit pack? Good God, McCall.”
Stiles wasn’t sure whether it was appropriate to show how funny he found the situation, ultimately deciding that a little laughter would be harmless. “Stop fucking giggling, Stilinski!” Stiles was promptly shoved against the wall. Wearily, Scott removed his friend from Peter’s grip.
Sighing, he asked, “So… what’s my kid like, then? As great as his dad?” Stiles rolled his eyes. “No, he fortunately didn’t inherit your evilness. He’s a decent guy.” Scott nodded “He saved my life when a rogue omega attacked. I really owe him.”
Peter shook his head disapprovingly and scoffed: “I gotta meet this clown… Saving Scott? Can’t be my kid.”