It’s three weeks after they’ve settled the Kate and Peter deal, with the former on the run from her brother and the later in Eichen House, that Stiles goes to visit the resident zombiewolf.
When Peter’s brought out, he has thick shackles on his ankles and wrists and looks like he can barely stand. There’s dark shadows under his eyes and he’s already lost weight even from the short time frame. In short, he looks terrible.
Stiles gaze is heavy as he takes this in, arms crossed and face set in stone. He’s not giving an inch beyond what he came here for.
“Stiles,” Peter greeted. His voice was raspy, like he’d been screaming. Stiles refused to feel bad for him.
“You’ve got ten minutes to explain,” Stiles stated simply, voice cold.
Peter quirked an eyebrow, feigning nonchalance even as Stiles can see his hands shaking. “Why, whatever do you mean?”
Stiles narrowed his eyes. “I’m not playing around, Peter. I will walk away and I won’t be coming back. And you sure as hell know no one else will be coming to see you. I’m giving you one chance and it’s no skin off my nose if you turn it away.”
Peter looked away, shoulders slumping. “What do you want me to say? None of it matters,” he muttered, bitterly.
Stiles leaned forward, elbows resting on the table. “How about the truth? I know that’s a foreign concept for you, but that’s the only thing I’m going to accept.”
“I thought the truth was that I was working with Kate to kill Scott,” Peter stated.
“No, that’s what it looked like,” Stiles refuted. “But come on, do you think I’m stupid? You working with Kate Argent? There had to be an ulterior motive there. You’d burn yourself alive again before willingly working with that she-devil; I don’t care how much power she promised you.”
Peter stared at him with something akin to awe in his eyes. “I didn’t realize you gave it that much thought,” he managed out.
Stiles snorted. “Like it takes that much thought. Dude, she’s like your archnemesis. There isn’t anyone in this world you want dead more than her. Which begs the question: what the hell were you doing?”
Peter sighed, ducking his head down. “She was surrounded by Bersekers, which no one knew how to kill, had kidnapped Derek under our noses, was planning on killing everyone, and Scott still wanted to play peacemaker. Forgive me for wanting to make sure she didn’t burn everything around me again.”
“But what was your plan?” Stiles repeated. “Kill Scott together and turn on her? Find out the Berserkers’ weaknesses from her? Because from where I’m sitting it looks an awful lot like she just played you like a fiddle and threw you away like yesterday’s trash. I mean, you’re in here, not her.”
Peter nodded, looking more pathetic than Stiles had even seen. He didn’t think it was an act either. Peter looked beaten down, worn. Tired.
“I thought if I got close enough I could kill her myself, once and for all,” Peter murmured. “I didn’t care about the Berserkers or Scott. I didn’t care if I died. She doesn’t deserve to breathe, not after everything she’s done.”
Stiles nodded, studying him for a moment. Finally, he exhaled, rubbing his hand through hair. “Okay,” he began. “Okay. It’s not going to be easy, but I’ll get this straightened out and we’ll get you out of here.”
Peter’s eyes widened in disbelief. “What?”
Stiles meet his gaze evenly. “I’m going to get you out of here. You’re an asshole, but you’re not evil, no matter what Scott says.”
“Wha…but…I don’t understand,” Peter admitted, voice rough.
Stiles nodded, leaning forward with compassion in his gaze. “I’m going to get you out of here. Just focus on that. I’ll work out the details. I’ll see you in a few days, okay?”
Peter shook with emotion, scared to embrace the hope Stiles was giving him. He didn’t want to admit that he was in pain, that he was hurting, that he was scared. But he was. He was so scared and everything hurt so much. He nodded in a quick jerk, scared once more as they called the end of their time and started to drag him away.
“I promise,” Stiles mouthed, eyes serious. Peter didn’t take his eyes off him until they drug him around the corner.