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The scratch of a beard against his chest causes Peter to sigh and he turns his head to place a kiss on his lovers head. Dark hair tickles his nose, the scent of coffee, flowers and sweat fills his nose as the brunette straddles his waist and he finally opens his eyes to meet brown ones. The other man is pressing right down on his erection and he makes little teasing motions with his hips, the smirk on his face saying he knows what he's doing. Peter has never been more in love, knows this man is his mate not that he's told him because he is afraid of what Talia will do and by the way his can smell emotions he knows that the other man loves him. 

"I thought I tired you out yesterday," Peter whispers. 

"Don't act like you don't want it," the brunette lets out. 

Michael "Robby" Robinavitch, Mikhail to his father who was an abusive piece of shit, Mikey to Jack and Dana but always Misha to his grandmother and Peter, doesn't want to let his boyfriend go back home, he knows as a wolf that the other man needs a pack but he wishes that he was as important to Peter as Peter was to him. He knows it's not fair to ask, he grew up between New Orleans and Pittsburgh so he knows enough about the supernatural to understand that pack is important, doesn't mean he doesn't wish he was important too. He lets out a whimper when he feels Peter's fingers push into his entrance. He's loose, sore and already filled with cum from the five rounds the previous night, two of which included him being knotted. It had been an experience to find out that werewolves could form a knot though he had only done it with Peter. 

"My precious Misha," Peter growls his eyes flashing to the supernatural blue. 

Robby lets Peter flip them over, he kisses him and hopes that the wolf can't smell his doubts. He thinks he succeeded in hiding when he feels the other man roughly push in and feels the claws on his hips. He's not scared because he knows Peter would never hurt him, he likes the marks that they leave anyway, likes being marked as someone's and he pulls Peter down, tilting his neck feeling the man kiss and bite the exposed skin. 

Now

Robby would like to say that he doesn't know why he thought of Peter but the truth is that for ten years he has always thought of the other man. Peter Hale came into his life in a whirlwind, all sharp tongue and sarcastic and Robby fell instantly even knowing who he was and what he was. They had eight months together before Peter had to go back home to Beacon Hills, he had promised that they would keep in touch but they didn't, instead Robby had been broken up with over text and when he tried calling the other man to let him know important news, his sister had answered telling him to never call again. Maybe he shouldn't have believed her since from what Peter told him they hated each other but he did and then soon after Robby had his own things to deal with and then the fire happened. 

"Daddy," a voice yells from behind him and he turns from his desk at the Hub to see a little girl with long brown hair but blue eyes run up to him. 

"Bex sweetie what have I said about running?" Robby asks as he hugs her. 

"Sorry Daddy but I was excited," she says giving him a smile that is so familiar it makes his heart hurt sometimes. 

"Yeah I bet you had fun with Uncle Jack and Aunt Kate," Robby says. 

He listens to his daughter as she explains in detail the different animals that she saw at the zoo, he glances to see Jack and Kate walk in holding hands. When it came out that Kate was going to die from the cancer he told his oldest friend about the supernatural world, gave him all the knowledge he had and the number for the alpha over in Philadelphia. Robby had been surprised when he found out that Kate considered him pack along with Jack and so as long as she made trips every so often to see the alpha there she was fine and wasn't at risk of becoming an omega. They also helped him when he discovered that somehow Peter had been able to get him pregnant, he felt like there was some secret there because the pack had exchanged looks but he had been too hurt and heartbroken to ask. 

"Daddy can we watch Scream?" His daughter asks. 

"Yeah peaches we can," he answers calling her by her nickname. 

Robby hadn't been sure if he could love her, he had felt so heartbroken but then he heard the heartbeat and held her in his arms months later. She was the light of his life but the truth is that if it hadn't been for Kate and Jack he's not sure he would have survived. He hadn't had the best examples of parents growing up to say the least and he was so afraid but Kate and Jack had loved him, held him when he cried and helped him fight. He wishes it had been someone else helping him but that wouldn't be something that could come true despite any dream he had of it. 

"Robby," Gloria calls out from somewhere behind him and he resists the urge to roll his eyes. 

"Yes Gloria," he calls out turning. 

Robby misses the wide eyes Jack throws or the look of anger he gets on his face, he misses Dana also getting a protective look on her face because if he had caught that he would have been prepared. He doesn't see him at first, his eyes finding Gloria as his daughter clings to his leg, doesn't register him there until Gloria speaks and introduces him. 

"I want you to meet one of the new owners of PTMC. This is Peter Hale," Gloria says. 

Robby freezes for a second as the words register, he hadn't been keeping up with the news after the Hale fire, it was too heartbreaking. He's not even sure he can believe it but then he looks up and he finds himself staring into the same blue eyes he loved all those years ago, that he still loves and the form of Peter Hale is indeed standing in front of him once again smiling at him in a way that normally would make him feel loved but it makes Robby angry because he's acting like he didn't break his heart and his promises all those years ago. He's acting like all it would take is some sweet words and Robby would melt back into his arms, maybe he would have if he didn't have Rebecca to think of but he won't let himself be destroyed again not even for the man that still has heart. 

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Peter Hale was glad to be away from his sister, she thought she was a good Alpha but she couldn't see that Derek needed help she was so focused on Laura. The poor kid lost his girlfriend to Ennis, he had to kill her otherwise she would have died slowly and she still didn't see that he needed help. He was in Pittsburgh for something else but he wanted to venture out on his own, he is thinking of buying a hospital which is how he finds himself here at PTMC. He sees the way that this man is scrambling, he forgets his name, he can smell the greed on him and he's relieved when he's finally introduced to some doctors. 

"This is Doctor Montgomery Adamson the Chief of the ED and his heir apparent Doctor Robinavitch. His name is hard to say so we call him Robby," the man says.

"More like you do because your a moron," words are mumbled from the tall and lanky brunette that if Peter wasn't a wolf he wouldn't have heard them. 

Peter coughs to cover his laugh but when he looks back over he sees brown eyes looking at him. He's surprised because there's a knowing in those eyes but there isn't hate so he tries not to jump to conclusions. He then sees as the brunette smirks at him before being called away and Peter can't help but smirk back, the smell of something on the man making his wolf cry out. 

Now

Peter hadn't expected Misha to still be there and even if he was he wasn't expecting them to fall into each other's arms. It was only after he was resurrected that he discovered his mate hadn't ever gotten his text or letter, that Talia had ruined everything so as much as it breaks his heart to see the anger and hurt on the other man's face he isn't surprised, has to hold his wolf back from coming to the surface. He bites back from calling him Misha, knows he lost the right to that even if he wasn't fully at fault he should have known better and fought against Talia harder even came back from him sooner. 

"This is the Chief of the ED, Doctor Michael Robinavitch but we all call him Robby," Gloria says a smile on her face. 

"We've met," Misha says coldly. 

"Good then," she says like it's the greatest thing ever. 

Robby is thankful that during the introductions Kate had come up and grabbed Rebecca, distracting her with candy. He wasn't prepared get for Peter to smell her and figure out that she was his, he didn't look dead which was a relief but it just added a new anger towards him and made him believe that he was never as loved as he was told. Gloria walks away, probably to go look at metrics or something and he clenches his hands together when Peter looks at him like he's his whole world, it was a look he dreamed of for years but not that it was here he was afraid to see it. 

"Mi," Peter starts and Robby interrupts him. 

"Don't call me that. You lost that right," Robby snarls out harshly. 

"I know I did but if you let me explain," Peter tries to say reaching a hand out. 

"Explain what exactly? That you left with promises of coming back but never did. That you broke up with me over fucking text and when I called you had your sister threaten me. Yet despite all that when your niece told me you died I was devasted only I guess you weren't really dead. I shouldn't be surprised because I was never as important to you as you were to me but fuck if that doesn't just add a new level of hurt," Robby yells shaking his head. 

He sees Peter reach out for him with devastated eyes but he can't, he knows if he lets him touch him that he will fall into his arms. Robby shakes his head and steps back, turning to walk away missing the flash of blue eyes or the way that Dana and Jack both visibly block Peter when he moves to go after him. Robby makes it into the employee lounge and picks up Rebecca in his arms holding her tightly, knowing that despite whatever he might think in anger he can never hate Peter, not only because he loves him but because he gave him a little girl that was a part of them both and he wouldn't trade any heartbreak for that. 

Later that day Peter is sitting down in his office looking at the pictures he's kept hidden, he had them hidden in a secret safe deposit box because otherwise Talia would have thrown them out, holds his favorite one in his hands like a lifeline. He never thought that Talia had been so cruel to completely destroy his one chance at love but he should have expected it, it's why he knows it's his fault because he knew she hated the idea of him leaving. She had destroyed his trust completely twice, once by taking his memory and the other by using magic to keep him away from Robby, he wouldn't tell him that though. Before he can get lost in memories a knock interrupts and he looks up to see Stiles standing there. He should have known they would send him, he was the only one brave enough besides his Misha to deal with his attitude. 

"Heard you came home in a bad mood and that whoever you smelled like was pack," Stiles says walking into the study and sitting down. 

"Because he is. He's my pack has been for ten years. He's the only reason I didn't completely lose it," Peter reveals. 

"So why haven't we met him then Creeper Wolf?" He asks the question bugging them all. 

"You know now how Talia was," Peter says simply. 

"She did something," Stiles guesses narrowing his eyes. 

"Her and Laura both. I didn't want to kill my niece but knowing what I do she was just as bad as Talia," Peter argues knowing not much can surprise Stiles after everything he's been through. 

"Peter who is he?" Stiles asks wanting the answer. 

"He's everything," Peter snarls at him then gets up to storm away. 

Peter hates that he revealed that to him, Misha should be his most guarded secret, he had to protect him like he wasn't able to before but Stiles would have figured it out anyway. The boy was always too smart for his own good and it's only gotten worse in the past ten years especially once he left McCall and realized what a collasol idiot his so called friend was. He helped heal their fractured family as well, was the one to get through to Derek about how bad Talia was and Laura, how insane he had been. Peter didn't lie when he said Misha kept him sane, the fragile bond only he knew about was the reason he didn't completely give up, the bond now was still fragile but it was the only sliver of hope he's held on to for these years and now Stiles knows which means Stiles will meddle. 

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Peter waited to approach Michael until after work, he did it in the parking lot because he wanted to be able to fuck or be fucked by him afterwards and not scare him. The man in question doesn't even look surprised just stares at him leaning against his jeep, his backpack slung over his shoulder and his hands in his hoodie pockets. 

"You might not think so but it's still creepy leaning against someone's car like that," the brunette tells him. 

"Now Michael I'm not trying to be creepy but you looked at me like you knew. Besides I want to be able to devour you after this," Peter says a smirk on his face.

"Yeah that is creepy even for a wolf," Michael says getting to the point. 

"Oh darling don't act like it isn't working on you," Peter says taking in the delicious scent of him getting turned on and then the brunette blushes. 

"Ask the question?" Michael demands blush still on his face. 

"How do you know about werewolves?" Peter asked. 

"I was raised by my grandmother in both New Orleans and Pittsburgh. New Orleans is practically a hot bed of the supernatural she told me so I wouldn't be surprised and unaware. And yes I have books as well as know what weaknesses there are," he answers. 

"Now how far does that blush go down?" Peter asks wanting to know, his wolf is itching for something and once he gets away he will realize what is happening. 

"I might be easy but I'm not cheap. Put in a little more effort," Michael tells him. 

Peter laughs and Michael takes the opportunity to get in his jeep and drive off. It's only once he's back at his hotel that he takes a moment to take things in and he can hear his wolf saying one word every time he things of Michael: mate. 

Now

If Peter thought that Stiles was going to let this go then he was wrong, they had all been through enough bullshit to get to where they are now, lost friendships and sometimes their sanity too. He always figured that Laura was a bad alpha or at least neglect because she either didn't care about if a hunter would go after Peter or she hoped it would happen. After helping to kill him the first time, Stiles spent a lot of time thinking about Peter, then he talked to Derek and it was easy to see that the man went insane from being trapped in his own body and then having his pack bonds severed, it didn't help when Derek revealed that Laura had told him Peter was dead otherwise he wouldn't have left. 

The relationship between nephew and uncle was complicated because even though it was obvious later on after talking to Peter and others and even Stiles that Laura had messed up, she had still been his sister and the only thing he thought he had left for years. Stiles watches his mate with their son and knows that even though it took them years, both of them almost dying multiple times and leaving Beacon Hills that they wouldn't trade it for anything, well maybe less of a bumpy road. Stiles will be happy once his father joins them, he had to stay behind in Beacon Hills for years, he only left a couple years after Stiles did because Scott almost got him killed but luckily Peter took care of that for him. 

"So he's Peter's mate?" Cora asks. 

"Yes like Derek and I are true mates, which was why I was able to get pregnant with Eli, Peter and this guy are true mates as well but he doesn't know," Stiles explains to the pack. 

"Well it sounds like we just have to talk to this guy. It's not Dad's fault," Malia says from where she sits cross legged on the floor. 

"No it's not but it's complicated by the fact my mother and big sister messed up and now Peter isn't letting us fix it. Werewolves are territorial when it comes to their mates, especially when it's a true pairing so honestly Stiles is probably the best bet we have to do anything," Derek explains to his cousin. 

"I'm so proud of you SourWolf. You've been talking about more these days," Stiles smiles at his mate. 

Derek just glares at him and really it is an improvement. Peter and Cora both talked about the sweet and talkative person he used to be before Paige, for a long time Derek blamed himself for being a victim of rape,but wasn't until Kate came back from the dead and Peter killed her permanently that finally he was able to get help. It also helped that Peter ended up screaming at his nephew that he didn't blame him, the Hale family wasn't the most talkative bunch or most well adjusted and Stiles knew Talia plus the Argents were to blame. 

"So what's the plan?" Erica asks from where she's sitting in Boyd's lap. 

Stiles had never been more thankful that the two of them had listened to him and came with him after the basement. It meant that when they went off together to take time for themselves the Alpha pack wasn't able to kidnap them, he knows Peter helped to finance their trip and that Derek did as well. When Peter came back from the dead using Lydia the alpha spark that had passed to Derek passed back to Peter and honestly it was a relief and a good thing. The Alpha pack was bad, they stalked them, hurt them and a lesser alpha might have broke, no offense to Derek but he wasn't ready it was the issue that Peter had taken with Talia. He didn't think it was right or fair to train just one in the Alpha duties but there was already enough problems when it came to the former Hale alpha to begin to speak on. 

"Boyd is starting as a security guard there, my psychology degree means I can either do social work or a rotation in the psych department I haven't decided," Stiles says chewing on a pen. 

"Social work," Peter says surprising them, "I should have known you wouldn't listen and would plot instead. If your plan whatever it may be is going to succeed then do the social work. The ED always has a social worker on call down there and I swear Stiles you better not hurt him," Peter declares. 

"Plan isn't to hurt but get him to listen to what happened," Stiles argues. 

"I underestimated my sister Stiles. I knew the minute I told her I was leaving she wouldn't have it, I thought I had it all figured out but instead she trapped me and then she nearly broke me even more by breaking his heart. Then Laura had to lie to him and tell him I was dead now he thinks I just left him for no reason. I'm facing the consequences of my actions," Peter snarls his eyes flashing red. 

The pain felt through the pack bonds flared and it made the wolves sad for their alpha but Stiles was determined. He dealt with Derek and his issues for years, hell his dad didn't deal after his mom died and it was only thanks to Stiles getting sick he got out of a bottle, he wasn't the clever one for nothing, he was a Spark for nothing. He would reunite Peter with his love and they would live happily ever after. 

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Robby wasn't sure what this pull was that he was feeling for the werewolf, maybe he just wanted to be fucked that badly, Jack always did say that he would fuck anything that moves and he needed more self preservation but here he is. Honestly maybe it's the fact that he's snarky, he always has had a thing for sexy and snarky or maybe it's that he knows what he wants, Robby isn't sure he just knows that he wants to be his but his self control is winning out and he's making him work for it. That's how he finds himself dressed up on a date at an Italian restaurant with the lawyer. 

"So what's your actual name?" He asks. 

"Mikhail but I hate being called that because that's what my father called me and the less said about him the better. I changed it to Michael so most of my friends call me Mike or Mikey. My grandmother called me something else," Robby reveals on his way to getting drunk. 

"Come on now you can't leave me hanging," Peter flirts pushing at him. 

"The Russian or should I say Eastern European version of Mikhail or Michael is Misha. She called me Misha but she's the only one that could," Robby says feeling the affects of the alcohol. 

"I very much like it Misha," Peter says softly as he leans close to him. 

"Call me that again and I'm going to," Robby tries to argue as he blushes bright red but Peter interrupts. 

"Darling we both know you like it so stop saying otherwise. I can give you all the things you want you just have to give in," Peter promises placing a hand on his thigh. 

"You know I know how to fight if need be and kill a werewolf?" Robby asks fighting leaning into any touch. 

"Oh I know darling," the wolf says flashing blue eyes. 

Robby doesn't know what game Peter is playing or why he's pushing but fuck if he isn't going to give in. He can test him later, ask for some cuddles and if he wants to watch a game because there isn't anyway he's dating someone who doesn't want to watch his teams with him but right now he just wants to be fucked. He jumps up out of the booth grabbing Peter by the front of his shirt and starts to drag him. He sees him throw a shit ton of money down on the table, way more than is needed but he dlesnt care as he drags him outside and he pushes him against the wall. Robby slams their mouths together slipping his tongue inside but very quickly Peter take control, flipping them around to slam him against the wall, plays with Robby's tongue and swallows his moans. He can feel the power in his hands as he holds him against the wall by his hips and he thrusts against him but the grip on his hips is rough, he likes it, and so he can't move. 

"I think I'm going to keep you," Peter whispers darkly to him. 

Robby nods his head as he is pulled back into another kiss, he feels a connection and maybe if he had researched it or read about it he would know what it was but he doesn't. Either way he agrees to be kept and wants it to be true and for a time it is until two women ruin it all for him. 

Now

Contrary to belief Robby is not stupid so when the new security guard starts he knows this is a member of Peter's pack, when there's a new social worker shadowing Kiara he knows the same is true for him but he ignores it, vows to try to keep his daughter out of the Pitt until he can figure something out. He knows that Peter has to be told, the man broke his heart but he at least deserves the truth but a part of Robby just can't find the words, he is too hurt and angry, angry because he still loves the man and angry because he doesn't know what to do. He can see Kiara walk up out of the corner of his eye, sees Jack giving him a look because the two of them are brothers and know everything no way was he not going to tell him what was going on and he smirks when he sees his brother cross his arms and glare, it sends something through him knowing he has people that love him enough to back him up especially when ten years ago when everything happened he was ready to give up and die. 

"This is the night shift attending Dr. Jack Abbot and our Chief of the ED Michael Robinavitch but we call him Robby," the woman introduces them all, "This is Stiles Stilinski." 

"And what moron names their kid Stiles Stilinski? Don't answer it's a rhetorical question kid and not one I want to hear or care to. You see this brother? He looks way too excited to be here," Jack rants trying to be angry and gruff. 

"Ignore him he's having a bad day and an existential crisis. Pretty sure it's his third one this month," Robby jokes taking a sip of his coffee. 

"Haha very funny. Maybe you and my wife are conspiring against me," Jack snipes back at him. 

"We are and have been for about nine years now. You need to get with the program brother," Robby says simply. 

He's relieved when he's called away for rounds, thankful Jack stayed to back him up and help distract him. He knew what Peter was doing, he was buying part of the hospital for him, he was now sending people to keep an eye on him and protect him. A part of him was, he didn't know what he was really except that a part of him liked it because it felt like he was showing his love but there was another part that felt like it was too little too late. A couple of hours later he finds himself feeling a whole new level of mixed feelings when he finds a bag of Weather's Original Candy and Weather's Coffee Caramel Candy with a note. 

Misha,

You always loved these things even when they were bad for your teeth. It was always adorable the way you got excited when you would have one, sometimes you would save it as treat for something good or for when you had a bad day. Here's two bags maybe you can treat yourself now like you deserve.

Love,

Your Wolf

"довбана дурня."

Robby says it loud not thinking anyone would understand him but then he hears a laugh and looks up to see the social worker that is a part of Peter's pack standing next to him and the look on his face says he understood. He glares at him but knows the blush doesn't help at all and neither does him yanking the candy away like he's trying to stop anyone from taking it. 

"Mutt is a new one," the kid says. 

"Don't you have something else to be doing?" Robby asks not wanting to deal with this right now. 

"You should hear the whole story before dismissing him," Stiles says simply and it makes Robby angry for some reason. 

"I don't need to hear more false promises. It's obvious I didn't mean as much to him as he did to me," Robby argues, he's ready to walk away when the kid reveals something. 

"Your his mate so I'd say you mean more to him than you think," the kid says stopping him in his tracks. 

"Fuck you and your lies," Robby hisses. 

Robby storms away before he can say something else he might regret, still holding the candy. It was a lie, some deep part of him knew it wasn't could feel the connection but his pain and hurt refused to accept it as the truth. He slams the door closed to the employee lounge and collapses against the door as the words ring in his head. Words about not having the whole story and mates, it has to be true because the pack in Philadelphia looked at him weird but never said a word and there's been a constant feeling in his chest for the last ten years but if it's true why was he abandoned? 

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Peter was naive, the moment he promised to come back to Misha instead of leaving he should have just stayed with his mate but he loved his nephews and nieces and felt like he owed them a goodbye, a promise that they could visit or something. He feels the magic settle in to his skin, sees the mark on his wrist and he glares up at his sister and Deaton. He will never forgive her for this, he will hate her forever and one day he's going to break free. 

"I'll never forgive you for this," he swears to her. 

"We're siblings you'll forgive me eventually," Talia says dismissing his words. 

"No I won't. You are taking me away from my true mate so I can do your bidding. I will never forgive you for this," Peter swears. 

Peter storms away to his room, meets the eyes of his niece Laura and his brother in law. More people he won't forgive any time soon, he gets to his room, locks the door behind him and he collapses against it. He is thankful for the foresight of putting any pictures he has of Misha in a place no one knows of but it doesn't help when his wolf cries for his mate and the bond between them flares up. If only he knew that it would take his family being murdered and burned alive for the spell to break but then it would be too late because he would be abandoned by his niece and left without protection in a coma and trapped in his mind. A single bond is what keeps him safe for the five years he is trapped but when he wakes, when he dies and comes back it isn't safe for his mate so he fights to make it safe and rebuild himself and his family so that his mate is safe and he can be with him. 

Now

Peter knows Stiles said something, he doesn't know what but he knows and when he tries to ask the brat just ignores him. It's only when day shift is over, when he's walking to his car that something happens, Misha finds him and comes at him swinging, he lets it happen because he deserves it for not protecting their bond and not anticipating his sister. His anger tastes bitter mixed with his scent and he can not only taste the pain and tears he sees tears starting to form. 

"Tell me it's a fucking lie," Misha yells at him shoving him back. 

"What Misha?" He asks his mate. 

"Don't call me that. Tell me he was lying about us being mates!" Misha yells hitting him again in the chest. 

Peter can't lie about that and he won't instead he just keeps silent giving him a look and he is definitely killing Stiles for opening his mouth. Misha shouldn't feel upset about this, he has a right to feel the way he feels and be angry. He sees Misha shake his head in denial before he gets close to him and starts continuously pounding on his chest until Peter is shoved against his SUV holding the other man in his arms, the brunette pounding on his chest until he can't and then the wolf's heart breaks as his mate collapses against him crying. 

"You left me," Misha cries out against his chest. 

"It wasn't by choice," Peter says holding him and he closes his eyes because this was what he wanted, Misha back in his arms but he knows it's not permanent not yet. 

"I can't," Misha tells him shaking against him. 

Peter wants to cry as he feels his mate shaking against him, he's repeating "I can't" over and over like a prayer. The brunette finally pulls away, his eyes are red from crying and he shakes his head at him before he runs away from him. Peter doesn't blame him, it's too much too soon, he broke his heart and broke both of them ten years ago by not anticipating how cruel his sister truly was and now he's walking back into Misha's life trying to prove himself but his pack is trying to push instead of giving his mate the time he deserves. He has to push his wolf down and he knows when he gets back to the house that he's going to have to stop himself from ripping his favorite pack member apart and he wonders how much longer he can be without his mate before the insanity he finally clawed his way out of comes to pull him back. 

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Robby has been waking up from dreams of burning for the past few days, his hands instantly finding his bump as he feels his little girl kick him and he cries in relief. He feels like there's no point in going on anymore, he doesn't even know why he's dreaming of how Peter died when the man had broke his heart and abandoned him before he died. There's something in his chest, it's not heart failure and he isn't dying, he just wants Peter, thinks of how pathetic that is considering everything. He feels a set of arms wrap around him and he knows by the feel that it's Kate, he glances up to see Jack manoeuvering his way into the bed on his other side and he collapses into him when his brother wraps him in his arms. 

"We got you Mikey," Jack reassures him. 

"Why do I still love him?" Robby asks as he sobs. 

Silence fills the room as he is held by his two friends because nothing they say will help. He loves the man and nothing anyone says will change that, nothing will change the fact that he doesn't have him anymore either. 

Now

Robby knows that his friends are concerned, he can feel their stares as the sit around him. He has just managed to stop shaking, Rebecca was hugging him worried and he hated that he made his daughter worry about him but he couldn't control himself, what he found out was making his head spin. He's never been more thankful that Jack is off tonight as his friend and brother holds him, Kate, Dana and Daniel are sitting watching him waiting for him to speak. 

"What did you find out Mike?" Daniel asks getting to it. 

"I'm his mate," Robby says staring ahead as Jack holds him offering comfort. 

"Mikey don't hit me for saying this but it makes sense. You dreamed about the fire and you weren't there. When I turned I knew Jack was mine and I kept dreaming of the bomb that took his leg and I wasn't there for that," Kate admits gently. 

"He said he didn't leave by his own choice. What does that even mean? And what am I supposed to do with that now? He's been alive all this time and just hasn't come back for me," Robby argues starting to cry again. 

Robby isn't paying attention as Jack and Dana meet each other's eyes across the room and have a silent conversation. He misses Dana nodding her head at Jack but he moves his hand to grip at Jack's shirt when the man goes to move. His friend doesn't go far instead turning his head towards him so he can look him in the eyes. 

"I think the only way your going to find out is if you talk to him and whatever else he's done he deserves to know about Rebecca," Jack tells him gently. 

"Yeah then he'll just want me because we have a kid," Robby argues but that's a weak one and it's a lie. 

"He wants you now and he doesn't know. I don't think there's a world where he doesn't want you and there definately isn't a world where you don't love him," Jack keeps going ignoring the lie. 

"What if Rebecca hates me?" Robby asks. 

They all know she never would, Robby always tends to go to worst case and he doesn't think he's deserving of love. The people that love him all want Peter Hale to grovel on his knees for years and years to come but they care more about the well-being of their friend then being petty. Before anyone can say anything small footsteps are heard running down the stairs and Rebecca runs to her father, throwing herself in his arms and holding on to him. The duo hold on to each other and silently the rest of them room shares looks promising that this isn't going to end with Robby worst off, they will kill so he doesn't end up worst off before it gets that bad. 

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The pack was on edge in the days following Stiles going against Peter's wishes and blurting the truth out, Peter was fuming to the point he snapped at everyone with the exception of Isaac, no one could snap at a puppy with sad eyes who hated yelling. Stiles refused to apologize though he felt bad that the man got upset at hearing the truth, the issue being that now the pack was at the end of their rope and wanted Stiles to apologize to Peter's mate. It didn't help that they could feel their alpha through the bonds, could feel his regret, his sadness and his love for his mate. 

"That's it someone needs to fix this," Malia says crossing her arms. 

"Are you volunteering?" Stiles asks her waving his arms. 

"No I'm not good with emotions even after working on it but I can feel my dad and his pain from being away from his mate," Malia argues. 

"I'm sorry Mal I should have treaded more lightly," Stiles admits from where he's curled up in Derek's arms. 

"It's no one's fault except for my mom's and sister's. This shit is so much more complicated then a simple I'm sorry and honestly there seems to be more going on with this dude so we need to band together and fix it," Cora orders looking at all of them. 

"We could just stalk him," Erica suggests. 

All of them look at her because she sounds creepy the way she suggests it but none of them notice the look in Derek's eye. Joking breaks out about how she sounds creepy, and how much like Peter she sounds which she takes as a compliment but no one notices the scheming glint in Derek's eyes until Stiles tilts his head and actually looks at him. Instead of saying anything he keeps silent, kissing his mate softly before turning to the arguments at hand. The stalking is vetoed and no plan is made except the one Derek has because this family has been through enough time to fix it. 

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Peter is calculating, he's not the Left Hand for nothing but when he hears about Misha going out to a club he has to be there so he gets the info and finds the man with his friend, Jack who is giving him a judgmental look but the friend softens when the brunette lights up upon seeing him. Peter finds himself with an armful of long limbs as his mate throws himself in his arms and his wolf purrs inside his mind in gratitude. He keeps his arms wrapped around the other man's waist when he sees what he is wearing, black jeans with boots and a cut off shirt, his tattoos on full display and when Misha licks his lips he notices the tongue piercing, there's even glitter in his hair. 

"You look delectable," Peter says. 

"Thanks," he says blushing. 

Peter watches as he is pulled away to dance with Dana, feels eyes on him and he looks over to meet the eyes of Jack Abbot. He knows from what Misha has told him that they've been friends since med school, knew things about each other not many others knew and were family, bonded in ways no one could break. He waits going back to watching his mate dance and drink with his friends until finally the other man starts talking. 

"He loves you and I don't know if you feel the same way or not but I've seen him been hurt too many times. If you hurt him they won't find your body," Jack threatens. 

"Noted," Peter says. 

He would have liked to say something about being a werewolf but he had a feeling that Jack didn't know and he admired the fact that he was standing up for his friend. Misha comes up to him smelling like beer and alcohol, when they kiss he can taste the blue Hawaiians the man had and the lip gloss he wears. He lets himself be pulled out to dance, feels the way his mate moves against him and hopes that he gets to keep this and that his sister won't ruin it like she does so many things. 

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Robby hasn't been able to sleep very well for the last few days, he's had to grapple with the revelation that he's Peter's mate, he's tried to explain the best he could go his daughter but he doesn't have the whole story. His feelings are all over the place, for so long he believed the man he loved didn't love him the same way and that he was abandoned but that wasn't the case. Now he has feelings of guilt that he even believed the lie, imagines what life would look like if Peter had come back to him sooner or never been forced away but it doesn't answer why he stayed away for so long. He knows he has to talk to Peter but he's trying to wrap his head around everything which isn't easy when his chest still feels like it's being pulled apart and now he knows it's because Peter is his mate. 

"You good Cap?" Dana asks in a whisper. 

"Fucking sunshine and daisies," Robby mumbles giving her a look. 

"Try not to let your bad mood affect everyone else," Dana suggests. 

"Jack is coming in early but now I owe him so I'll probably end up working a double on the Fourth you know he hates working that day," Robby informs her rubbing his chest. 

"Well hopefully Kate will be with him this time and can keep him from losing it," Dana tells him as she looks down at her tablet. 

"Maybe dumbasses can stop being dumbasses and being inconsiderate when they set off fireworks. Better yet maybe they should not do it at all since they all seem to have no brain cells," Robby whines, "There's a reason I don't work night shift anymore." 

"Oh you mean it wasn't because you loved me so much that you wanted to spend all the time with me," Dana jokes looking up at him and smirking. 

"Only one man can handle you and he's at work right now which isn't here," Robby says giving her a deadpan look. 

"Whatever you say Mr. Avoidance," Dana calls him out. 

Robby rolls his eyes before sticking his tongue out at her and thankful when Mel asks for his help. The nymph is practically a ray of sunshine and never asked for help so he knew it was something serious. Turns out that a kid has a compound fracture and Ortho was refusing to take him, even yelling at Mel over the phone so he had to step in and threaten to make a note in the chart that they refused to care for the kid so if the kid lost his leg because of this he knew who to sue. It luckily seemed to light a fire under them because ten minutes later the kid was taken up by Ortho and Jack came in early giving him a side hug when he sees how his mood is. Of course he isn't expecting to find someone on his doorstep when he gets home but then he sees a flash of blue eyes and before he can even worry his daughter opens the door throw herself in his arms, Kate following right behind her trying to stop her. Soon she is flashing her own eyes at the man, hers yellow and he sighs because this is not how his day is supposed to go. 

"Kate," Robby calls. 

"You know lurking is creepy right," Kate tells the man. 

"Kate can you take Rebecca out to eat?" Robby says not wanting his kid here for whatever this is or this turns into. 

"Sure I'll even take her for ice cream. You know Mikey these people seem to have the same behavior otherwise known as lurking and being creepy," Kate notes as he walks by with a jacket for his daughter. 

He watches as Kate picks her up despite her protests of wanting to stay and then drive off in her truck. Robby knows the words are coming even before they do but it still causes him to freeze. 

"She's his."

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Robby cries, sobs as he holds his baby girl in his arms as he recovers in the hospital the pack in Philadelphia owns, his stomach hurting. He hadn't thought he would be able to do this, had prepared for Kate and Jack to have to take care of his little girl, felt like all he wanted to do was die, held on for his little girl but now he's holding her and he doesn't want to leave her. He places a kiss against her forehead, he can almost imagine Peter here with him, holding him as they gaze at their daughter but it isn't something that is a reality for them. Peter left him in more ways than one and honestly as hurt as he was the man he loves didn't deserve to die by fire. 

"Rebecca Johanna," Robby whispers softly. 

Words ring through his head about Peter missing his mother, that she had been the only one who knew him and that if he had a daughter he would want to name her after his mother to honor her. Robby has to hold back a whimper when he moves wrong, when something in his chest pulls at him but then his baby girl let's out a sharp cry, her tiny fist waving in the air and he shushes her promising that she will never doubt being loved like he did. 

Now

Robby invites the man inside to sit down, he's not rude though he does make him wait as he showers because he always washes the hospital off him and getting off early doesn't change that. By the time he gets done and comes back downstairs he sees the man looking at pictures on the walls, knows he probably explored the house and that being a wolf this man was able to smell his daughter, knows kids usually smell like a mix of both parents. 

"She looks like my uncle did when he was a kid," the man finally says. 

"Uncle? I thought everyone died in the fire," Robby gets out confused. 

"That's complicated in more ways than one. Can we sit down and talk? I have to explain things and it's a long painful story," the man says a frown covering his face as he crosses his arms. 

"Yeah. What's your name?" The question is simple. 

"Derek," the man answers. 

"He always said that you were his favorite. Complained that you needed help but your mother wouldn't get you help. I think he didn't want to say more because he didn't want to betray you," Robby explains sitting down on the couch and then pointing at the other one. 

"I'm not sure where to start," Derek Hale admits to him. 

"Maybe the beginning," Robby mumbles playing with his Magen David. 

"I know from what I had been told as a kid that my mother and Peter didn't really get along, I don't know the full story about how it started, I know that when my grandparents died that Uncle Peter was sixteen and instead of giving him time to grieve my mother forced herself into his life as a parent. I know he was trained as her Left Hand, I know he wanted more freedom and to leave. I also know that the Argents were a problem, my uncle knew it but my mother thought leaving them be was better."

"The Argent's?" Robby asked the name pulling at his brain. 

"Hunters that hate werewolves," Derek answers. 

"Shit," Robby says realizing. 

New Orleans didn't have that problem because they were a supernatural hotbed that worked with humans but everywhere else was different and had a different set of rules. Robby never really worried about Hunters, they were supposed to follow a set of rules but he has a feeling this isn't about to be the case. 

"When Uncle Peter was in law school he had an affair with someone from a rival pack. It wasn't anything really but she got pregnant. She didn't want the baby and unknownst to everyone except my mother, Peter did want the baby. My mother used her Alpha claws and magic to erase Peter's memory and put the baby up for adoption. I think that even though he didn't remember he always held a deep mistrust for her after that, he started collecting books on magic, pulling away more, he only interacted with us kids. A year before he met you, we snuck out because a group of neighboring packs wanted to make a peace treaty with the Argent family but with the exception of Chris Argent and his daughter the Argent family is filled with monsters and Gerard Argent slaughtered the wolves that showed up. 

"My mother didn't want to get involved or do anything, she thought that since the Argents didn't bother her that it wasn't her problem but Peter disagreed. Ennis was an Alpha who lost someone and when my mother refused to get involved he sought out revenge he went after me but got my girlfriend instead. We hid for three days in a cellar on my family property, she was dying from the bite and she couldn't take it anymore so she begged me to end it for her so I did. After that I was lost, upset and angry but my mother didn't see it and Peter couldn't watch it when she refused to do something. That's when he ventured out to Pittsburgh and I'm guessing met you. 

"When he came back home almost a year later he was ready to leave, he told my mother and she used a spell to keep him away from you. I was being used by a teacher, she used me and I told her everything. Before he could break the spell Kate Argent, the woman using me and posing as my teacher, with help from other hunters burned my family alive. The only reason Laura and I only survived because weren't home. Peter was awake the whole time, he's the reason Cora got out but what I didn't know at the time was that he survived. Laura told me like she told you that he died, so unknowingly I abandoned him without protection. He has a bond with you, I didn't know this until after years of pain and heartbreak that the bond with you was the only thing that kept him alive. 

"Peter spent five years in a comatose state, reliving that fire and the breaking of all his pack bonds and even though his bond with you kept him alive it didn't keep him sane. He plotted to kill the people responsible because he believed you were all that was left and the only way you could be safe was if they were gone. He lured Laura back to town, killed her for the Alpha power and then went on a rampage that only ended when I killed him. He then used a banshee to come back to life but the Argents were still a problem. Luckily he was much more sane this time around but between the Argents and all the other problems we faced it took years. Pretty sure by the end of it he thought he didn't deserve you and yet he came back to Pittsburgh for you because even if he couldn't have you he wanted to be near you and for you to be happy." 

By the end of the story Robby was crying and rubbing his chest feeling like he couldn't breath. He wasn't abandoned, he wasn't unloved, how had he allowed himself to be upset with Peter when he went through a living hell. He looks up to see green eyes frowning at him in concern. 

"How long has your chest hurt?" He asks. 

"Ten years."

Robby is only just able to get the answer out before it becomes unbearable. He gasps as he feels the room spin and before he knows what is happening darkness is dancing into his vision and he is passing out. 

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Peter is close to ripping someone's neck out, his vision permanently bleeding red as he glares at his nephew, his pack in the background and his mate passed out in his bedroom. He told them to leave him alone and now his mate didn't smell right, his nephew told him everything, he didn't want him to know everything. His mate deserved to be left alone, to feel whatever he wanted to feel but these pack of annoying busybodies had to interfere. 

"He didn't need to know everything," Peter growls. 

"Yes he did. He thought you didn't love him and didn't want him Uncle Peter," Derek argued crossing his arms. 

"He was safer not having all the fucking answers," Peter yells. 

"Why? Because you think he won't want you? We all know that's bullshit," Derek starts yelling. 

"Fuck you Derek. Now he's passed out and not smelling right so what the fuck did you do?" Peter argues. 

"He's been having chest pain for ten years, it has not stopped since the day that the spell was placed on you. Human mates can feel the bond, how the fuck he was able stay sane himself is beyond me and probably has to do with the fact you two had a daughter," Derek yells revealing information. 

Peter freezes as he looks at his nephew smells that it isn't a lie, then he catches the scent of a child that smells like Misha and him. He takes a step back not quite believing it even though it's true and he can smell that it's true. The door flings open and Jack Abbot storms in looking at all of them not even scared at all despite the fact that they are various degrees of anger. 

"Which one of you idiots decided it was a good idea to fucking push?" Jack asks a dangerous look in his eyes. 

"Jack," Peter starts only to be interrupted. 

"Open your mouth and I don't care if your the Alpha I will fucking end you. The only reason I haven't ended you so far is because he still loves you. Now which one of you fucking decided to push?" Jack yells. 

"I did because he didn't have the whole story and he needed it," Derek admits.

"How nice of wait it isn't. You have no fucking clue how he's been the last ten years. He almost died more times than I can even count, I have had to talk him down from the fucking roof more times than I can count on both hands and you thought telling him the truth without anyone there on his side was a brilliant idea?" Jack yells taking a step towards Derek. 

"Was he going to keep the kid he had with my uncle a secret from him?" Derek yells snarling at Jack.

Peter thinks he is going to have to step in but Jack moves before anyone can stop him punching Derek in the face. He moves then pushing Derek away and stepping in front of Jack making it clear that the question was a step too far. 

"He thought for ten years that Peter abandoned him and didn't love him. Excuse him for fucking wanting some time to realize that he was lied to you fucking jackass," Jack says coldly. 

"He's dying," Stiles reveals, "I don't know how else to say it other than to say it. The bond between you two is strong. Honestly I'm pretty sure that his child is the only thing that kept him from dying." 

"He was supposed to be safe," Peter says shaking his head. 

"You know how to fix this Peter," Stiles says ignoring anything else he wants to say and his denial. 

"You fucking better fix it," Jack snarls and Peter remembers his promise from ten years ago. 

"Out," Peter orders using the Alpha power in his voice. 

Peter stands there until they all leave, Jack is the last meeting his eyes at the door. There is a silent conversation, Jack threatening him and Peter promising to save the brunette unconscious in his bed before the doctor leaves. The Alpha takes a minute, leaning his head against the door, lets the few tears he can afford to cry escape before he pulls himself together. Peter held off on giving Misha the mating bite because he wanted it to be special, and now he had wanted to earn his forgiveness but if it really was this bad then he had no choice. The mating bite was the only way to stop him from dying and if that didn't work he would be forced to give him the bite that would turn him. Peter had felt the need for the mating bond get stronger lately but he wanted more time, he thought he had more time to show his love, to not feel like a failure. 

"Peter," Misha cries from the bed, his voice a cross between a sob and a whimper. 

"I'm here baby," Peter whispers as he walks into the room. 

Peter feels his heart break even more seeing Misha unconscious on the bed, pale, shaking and shivering as he curls into a ball holding his chest. He gets into the bed, laying on his back and pulls his mate on top of him to rest on his chest, runs a hand through his dark hair, kisses his forehead. Peter brings up the wrist with the periodic table tattoo on it, kisses it before pulling Misha until his neck is by his mouth. He moves the shirt out of the way until he gets to the juncture where his neck and shoulder start. He closes his eyes hating that it's being done like this, knows it's probably his fault and once he knows his mate will live they can talk about everything but they can't do that with the brunette dead. Peter places a gentle kiss where he's going to bite before he allows his wolf to come through and bites down to place his mark, hearing the other man let out a whine, he holds him against his chest pouring his love and power into the mating bite before pulling away. He licks the blood, kisses the mark in apology and nothing really changes except that his whimpering seems to die down and now all Peter can do is hope that he doesn't lose the man he loves and has been trying to protect all these years to his own stupidity. 

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Peter knows where he is the minute he opens his eyes, he can feel it in the bond that he's inside Misha's mind. The man in question makes his mind a dark hallway with doors of different colors, his mate wasn't going to make this easy at all for him. He starts at the one closest to him pushing the red door open and stepping through. 

A man towers over a little boy who looks about five with a belt in his hand. The little boy is curled in a ball crying but the man doesn't care for his cries or the fact that he's a child. Peter can feel the pain from where he watches the scene play out, knows the boy crying as his father beats him is his mate and he knows if the man wasn't already dead he would find him and kill him. The man finally leaves the child alone and Peter steps up, calling for his mate but nothing happens so he goes back out. 

Peter growls as he closes the door behind him, he doesn't want to be walking around his mates memories like this and he really hopes Misha isn't hiding out in a painful memory. This time around he takes a moment to take in the doors to see if there's a clue, he notices that there's a symbol on each of them, realizes it's a mix of symbols, some of them Chinese symbols like the one Misha has on one of his wrists, some periodic symbols like his other wrist tattoo. He sees the symbol for iron, the same one that Misha has tattooed on his right wrist and it's a green color so he pushes through the door. A younger version of Misha and Jack are sitting together, Jack is holding his mate as he cries, his wrists are bruised which his mate's friend is rubbing. 

"You seriously need to be more careful who you sleep with," younger version of Jack admonishes. 

"I told him if I let him tie me up he couldn't leave me afterward," Misha whispers through his cries. 

"Yeah well he's a moron and I already beat his ass for it," young Jack says pulling Misha into his arms more. 

"Why couldn't you be gay or bi?" Misha asks in a whine. 

"Moments like this I almost wish I was brother because you do not pick the best men to sleep with. Come on let's get you cleaned up and we can watch a Pirates game," Jack tells the brunette. 

Peter really wishes he would find his mate here but considering that brown eyes look his way but very obviously don't see him he is guessing not. He has a feeling just based off this memory that he has a lot to thank Jack for and as he slowly backs out the door he decided that if the man wants to punch him he will let him. Peter thinks it's clever of his mate to have a memory area like this, behind doors with symbols on them but he wishes that they didn't have to go through this either. He walks to a door that is a purple with glitter on it and it has the symbol for Iron on it, he pushes through to find a boy of thirteen sitting at a table with an older lady eating and talking. 

"So that lady earlier was weird," A young Misha says picking at his food. 

"She's a nymph and it's rude to say that. You ever think you're weird to her because of how you look?" The old lady asks him waving her cane at him. 

"Sorry," the boy mumbles head down. 

"There are many things in this world that are different than us and they deserve to be treated with respect unless they show us otherwise. New Orleans is a hot zone for those that are different but there are humans in the world who judge them, hunters and Nazi's," the old lady hisses the last part out like it's a curse. 

"That's stupid since regular people are just as bad," the boy says looking at his grandmother. 

"Yes sweet boy they are and you know that more than most. I hope one day you find someone that treats you right and loves you like you deserve and always remember that you should never be ashamed of who you are," she says then adds, "Now eat you are too skinny. I'm pretty sure the wolves can hear your stomach growling from the bayou."

The boy giggles but starts shoveling food into his mouth and Peter can feel even in this memory the love between grandson and grandmother. He whispers his mate's name but when there isn't a twitch of a response he backs out the door. He leans against the door he just came out of with a heavy heart, he had always thought that he was protecting Misha by staying away until the problems with the Argents, the Alpha pack, and everything was taken care of but he knows be just made him feel unworthy and unloved, something he never wanted to do. Peter silently promises that he's going to make sure that Misha knows he's wanted and loved and he's never letting him go again, he'll bring him back from the dead if he has to or follow him. 

"Come on Misha," Peter whispers when he comes to a door that is a combination of elements. 

Peter takes a moment to remember why this combination of elements is making him freeze until he realizes it's the chemical structure for butane, a fire accelerant and one Kate Argent used when she burned him and his family alive. The the smell of it with the other elements and wolfsbane is forever ingrained into his memory and he fearfully steps through the door. He has to hold himself together when he sees a version of himself burning but it doesn't last long until it switches to Misha. Peter almost starts crying because he knows that Misha was dreaming of him burning in the fire and it was happening so much that he has a door for it, he sees his mate crying as he gasps himself awake in bed. 

"Peter," Misha cries out. 

For a moment the Alpha thinks this is it but then he sees Misha curl forward so he's holding his knees to his chest and knows that he's saying his name in sorrow. He wants to go forward and reassure the brunette that he's okay, that he's coming back to him but this is a memory not something he can actively change and he knows his mate isn't here. Peter closes the door and he feels the tears start to come down, he's not sure if this is supposed to make him feel better or worse and he's not sure it's helping. 

He notices a door at the end, it's red, not really something that stands out but what gets him is the symbol, it's not like all the other ones but it's one Peter recognizes instantly. It's a triskelion, the Hale family symbol, he remembers having told Misha about it a month before he left and the alpha opens the door pushing in. The scene before him isn't a memory, he knows because he sees Misha laughing as a version of Peter wraps his arms around his waist from behind, what could only be their daughter talking about the princess party she wants but instead of looking ten she looks about five or six. It's not hard to figure out that this is a fantasy or dream that Misha keeps wanting and having, one where he comes back right away or doesn't leave and Peter hates himself even more. He waits until the fantasy version of himself leaves to take their daughter to school before he steps forward and takes the place of the unreal version of himself. Peter knows this is the real Misha by the way he tenses in his arms and gasps softly. 

"It isn't real Misha. I wish it was, I wish I was smart enough to realize what my sister and niece were capable of but I wasn't. I failed you and I failed her, I stayed away even after because I wanted you safe and because I didn't think I deserved to have you not after what I did," Peter whispers. 

"I'm the one that doesn't deserve," Misha starts only to be interrupted. 

"Don't. You didn't have all the facts. I'm guessing you have had different versions of the same dream or fantasy," Peter tells him kissing his neck. 

"Yeah. One was you never leaving. You stayed the whole time and told your sister to fuck off. Another had you stopping the fire but challenging your sister for Alpha and we ended up moving to California," Misha tells him leaning into him. 

"What's this one?" Peter asks. 

"I found out you were alive after the fire and take care of you. You don't spend five years in a coma and when you wake up you spend a whole groveling. Rebecca has you wrapped around her finger," Misha answers crying. 

"Is that her name?" Peter asks holding him tighter. 

"Rebecca Johanna," Misha whispers. 

"It's a good fantasy, one I really do wish was true but it's not. I'll spend every minute I have left making it up to you but I need you to wake up," Peter tells him. 

"I don't want you to hate me," Misha cries shaking his head. 

"Do you remember when we got into that fight three months into our relationship? There was that train derailment and you were on scene, worker for two days straight with Jack to save as many as you could and you didn't even realize that you had been hurt. I yelled at you to get checked out, you told me you weren't a baby and then you didn't talk to me the rest of the day. I thought you hated me but you said," Peter tells the story only to be interrupted. 

"I couldn't hate you if I tried, I love you too much even when you're a stubborn bastard," Misha finishes the story. 

"I can't hate you Misha not even when you are stubborn, refuse to take care of yourself and grumpy. It wasn't your fault what happened, maybe a part of me wishes that you didn't believe Laura but I don't blame you. There's not a part of me that doesn't love you. You're my mate. I need you to wake up otherwise I might have to give you more than a mating bite," Peter begs. 

"I'd let you," Misha says to the last part. 

"Come back to me," Peter begs on last time.

Peter holds Misha in his arms, he knows his mate is struggling, doesn't blame him for it. Seeing and hearing about the fantasy makes him wish it was a reality, he would have taken any one of those scenarios over what happened but he can't change the past. Misha pulls away, he growls because he thinks he's going to have to fight his mate, fight to bring him back except he doesn't because soon the brunette is pulling him into him. Hands are holding his face and soon familiar lips meet his own, Peter gripping Misha's hips as white light surrounds their vision. 

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Robby wakes up wrapped in warmth, an arm wrapped around his waist and when he goes to move because his bladder is screaming at him that arm is like steal. He's finally able to wiggle free, finds the bathroom that is apart of the bedroom and he takes it in because of course Peter is the rich and pretentious type to design his bathroom like something out of a movie though it is spacious. He does what he needs to, washes his hands and takes a moment to look at himself in the mirror. Robby flinches back when he realizes he looks younger, not by much, his skin isn't as weathered and the scar that he had at the top of his head near his hairline is gone. He pulls his shirt aside, sees the bite mark that is permanently etched into his skin, presses down on it letting the pain from touching the fresh bite run through him and reassure him. He should feel ashamed of his mate seeing his memories like that but he doesn't or maybe he's just feeling relieved that he's wanted he doesn't know, he steps out to go back to the bed trying to take everything else in when he sees red eyes looking at him. 

"Hi," Robby says but his voice is clogged from crying and disuse so it comes out like he's choking. 

"You stubborn gremlin. Get back in this bed now," Peter hisses at him. 

"I feel like I got run over and I look like I reverse aged a few years. I'm guessing that's thanks to this whole thing ," Robby gets out stumbling to the bed. 

"Shush," Peter says simply. 

Robby practically collapses into his arms and the bed, feels like he fucking ran a marathon and then got run over but at the same time he looks younger, less weathered skin and wrinkles, the scar on his forehead gone. Thinking of scars makes him think of the one from Rebecca and he moves his hand to his stomach, his shirt moving up when Peter's hand covers his. 

"Why do you have a scar there?" Peter asks not processing why he would. 

"Our daughter," Robby answers. 

"Right," Peter says realizing, it's not like he meant to forget which he voices, "I didn't mean to forget."

"It's okay," Robby gets out not wanting his hand to move, he used to imagine this, "I use to imagine that when she would kick so hard that I puked my guys up you would put your hand there and rub my stomach, tell her to calm down and that it would be alright. I didn't always feel like it would be alright."

"I should have come back sooner," Peter whispers softly, leaning his forehead to rest against him. 

"I shouldn't have believed her, I should have gotten evidence instead of just believing her," Robby argues softly, leaning into his mate, "We could spend forever on what ifs but it won't change anything. Don't leave me again." 

Robby whimpers as Peter brushes a hand through his hair and gently pulls him into a kiss, he can feel the love, the emotion coming from Peter and his chest doesn't hurt anymore. The Alpha is soon pulling away to kiss his forehead and pull him to lay his head on his chest. He used to love going to sleep listening to Peter's heartbeat, feeling his heat, suspects that it's going to become his new favorite thing once again along with the other things he has missed. He closes his eyes, knows they need to talk about Rebecca and so many other things, feels a whisper of a promise through what he knows to be the bond and he falls asleep in the warmth of the one he loves most. 

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The next day Robby is frazzled, he had a fight with Peter because he went to work, he was chief of the ED he didn't understand what the issue was, he knew there had to be more to it than talking, could see the way Peter was looking at him but if the other man didn't open his mouth to speak he wouldn't know. It wasn't until he gets to the hospital, he's in the locker room still when he feels the bond flaring, like it's upset at the distance between them and his chest is starting to hurt again. Luckily Peter is a stubborn bastard as well and he storms through the locker room, his eyes flare red and he yanks him by his hoodie to him. 

"I was trying to tell you. I know you like to work and I would never presume to tell you that you don't have to but the bond was severely damaged before so it's still fragile," Peter explains to him softly. 

"I'm sorry I guess we still have things to work through. I have things to work through. I heard you tell me I couldn't go to work and immediately just thought about why I shouldn't listen because you left me for ten years which isn't your fault," Robby explains feeling better than he did a moment ago. 

"I could have come at it better. I'm a possessive bastard though and honestly probably not the most sane even after everything," Peter admits to him. 

"I don't blame you for being a little insane from what I have heard. Besides sanity is overrated," Robby reassured feeling everything through the bond. 

Robby feels the sincerity through the bond and everything else too which is going to take some time to get used to. He sighs when he feels himself being pulled into a kiss, feels the way Peter tries to push reassurance through to him and feels the promise to talk later. He steps out to head towards the Hub and handoff with Jack when he sees said man waiting for him arms crossed and a smirk on his face. 

"Shut up," Robby says shoving Jack's shoulder. 

"I think after over two decades of dealing with you brother I can be smug as I want," Jack jokes with him, walking with him to the desk. 

Robby goes to say something but he thinks of everything Jack has done for him and helped him with and thinks better of it. He blushes when Jack just laughs at him and he rolls his eyes. He can feel the sharp, watchful eyes of his mate on him, it feels possessive, it feels protective and it makes him feel loved despite everything they still need to talk about and the way both of them wish for this to have happened sooner he knows it will be alright. 

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Robby knew it was going to happen eventually, knew in the way Peter watched him every time he flinches after his back is touched but he wasn't expecting the possessive bastard to just touch him out of nowhere knowing how he feels. It was while they were fucking, ever since he found out about knotting he had lost it, become insatiable and the bastard knew that which was why he used that instance to take advantage, his hands finding the scarred back. Robby waited until they were done before storming out, anger feeling righteous at the time as it burned in his veins and come dripping down his thighs, he had expected Jack to back him up but he wasn't. 

"Mikey you showed up at my house at the ass crack of dawn and pissed as hell over him touching your back but it was going to happen sooner or later," Jack argues from where he lays on the couch. 

"It didn't have to be like that," Robby yells waving his arms around in the air. 

"It didn't but you go a little nuclear when someone brings up your back," Jack says. 

"You know why Jack," Robby says and suddenly he's wiping his eyes because he feels like crying. 

"Come here," Jack orders opening his arms. 

Robby sniffles as he dives into Jack's arms taking comfort in his best friend and wishing for the millionth time that the other man was bisexual or gay. It'd be so much easier, Jack already knew so much about him, knew the things that made him tick and the right way to talk to him. He feels the hand that settles onto his back, the warmth that soaks through and knows he needs to talk to Peter, that he shouldn't have overreacted like that but he couldn't help it in the moment. 

Then, Later

Robby took a day to gather the courage to talk to Peter, the wolf corners him outside his townhouse and he takes a deep breath to avoid the sudden urge to run. He doesn't say a word as he leads the wolf inside the place, kicks off his shoes and then instead of showering he heads to the kitchen to get a drink of water, needs to be doing something while he talks otherwise he won't hold it together. He's honestly surprised that his lover lasts so long without saying a word, maybe he had been warned about how serious it was by Jack or Dana or maybe he loves him enough to wait he doesn't know. 

"My father he wasn't always nice especially when he was drinking. Not like it mattered in the long run since he ran out after a few years but he stuck around long enough to leave me the scars and some trauma. I'm sorry for freaking out I don't like my back being touched and you know that so I don't know why," Robby starts then pauses gripping his glass of water so hard he's sure it will crack.

"Because I'm a jealous bastard. I saw that Jack was able to put a hand on your back and I just acted before talking," Peter admits softly. 

"Jack's my brother, he's family. The only reason I'm alive is because of him and trust me that is not me being dramatic. The amount of times I forgot to eat because I didn't think I deserved to or some other bullshit he was there shoving food in my face, when my asshole father came back he was the one telling him to fuck off and protecting me, when I slept with stupid morons who left me tied up Jack was saving me. Trust me Peter the amount of times I've wished Jack was gay or bi would surprise you but he isn't but his place in my life doesn't change," Robby yells but then he's yelping in pain when he squeezes the glass so hard it actually does break and feels a sharp pain. 

Robby is shocked by the fact he actually did that, he had just wanted to convey what he was feeling and let Peter know how it was and would always be. He was prepared to lose someone he was falling for but now he's bleeding, Peter is there with glowing blue eyes as he takes his hand and the broken glass away. He can't help when he starts to cry, he knows it's not from pain because he can see the wolf taking his pain as he bandages his hand, knows it's from the pain of facing his past. He feels arms wrap around him offering comfort, hears the reassurance and believes it and a week later he lets Peter touch his back, it's only for a moment but the look he is given he knows the wolf understand the trust being displayed. 

Now

Robby knows what has triggered this memory, knows it by the pain he is feeling in his back where a psychotic patient had slashed his back moments ago, originally aiming for Mel and he's seeing as Dana tries to talk to him about getting his back looked at. He's already growled and barked at the others for trying to touch him, he knows he's being unreasonable but he doesn't let anyone but Jack or Peter touch his back, Dana too but as much as he loves her he'd let those two touch it first. 

"Hey how about a deal?" Dana offers gently where she stands at the door of the room she had dragged him into. 

"I'm not a child," Robby argues weakly. 

"No your not but you also don't have to be touched if you don't want. Who do you want to look at it? Jack or Peter?" Dana asks ignoring his jab about not being a child.

"Jack's sleeping, I know he doesn't care to come back but leave him alone," Robby finally says after a minute. 

Dana doesn't even argue, doesn't try to voice that Jack will hear about this anyway or that he's probably being called in as they speak, she is more relieved that he isn't being more stubborn about this. It doesn't take her long to find the wolf, he's barely containing the supernatural part of him as he stalks to the floor, his nose flaring up on seeing her and she gives him a look daring him to growl at her. 

"He just agreed to let you look at him don't fuck it up," Dana hisses at him. 

The silent like you have before is a suffocating thing between them but it's a clear message. Robby looks up at Peter with soft eyes as he stalks into the room and dear Lord the look of love after only being back together a short time has Dana wanting to vomit it's so cheesy but she would never dare make fun of them. She's mostly there as a friend and to make sure Michael actually gets looked at more than anything, she softens when she sees the careful way that Peter softly touches Robby like he's precious. 

"Hush Misha," Peter whispers as he pulls the scrub top up and off. 

Dana is silent as she hands him what he needs, feels like an intruder to the soft interaction, knows that as good of friends as she and Michael are that the only to be able to do this besides Peter would be Jack. When all is done Dana quickly makes her escape but not before catching the soft kiss between them, sees the black lines she now knows are the taking of pain and thinks that despite how much she still hates this wolf for hurting her friend she can at least see the love there. 

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Peter came back from the dead with a plan, he needed to get rid of the Argents and he needed to get his nephew the help he so desperately needed. He hadn't accounted for the alpha spark coming back to him after his resurrection, he could see the relief on Derek's face along with his frustration and the distrust of him and he didn't blame him. He had been planning on finding a way to end Gerard Argent after saving that Jackson kid but then both he and Derek took one look and smell of Stiles. The clever boy that reminded him too much of his Misha then opened his mouth and sealed Gerard's fate. 

"He hurt me. It wasn't just Erica and Boyd," Stiles says interrupting Scott's argument. 

Peter was angry because the boy was clever, he was pack but most importantly he was his nephew's mate meanwhile Derek was angry for another reason, he sees the way that Derek fights his instincts of grabbing Stiles or attacking Gerard and when he sees the human boy wince he makes the decision, black lines appearing on his arms and surprise on Stiles face. The two of them will have to talk but first there's a problem to take care of and it's best to do it now while everyone was distracted. He doesn't do what he did with Kate, he makes it quick knowing that otherwise Gerard would find a way to get out of it and he snaps the old man's neck from where he's laying on the ground, then looks up to see Chris pointing a gun at him. 

"You think your sister acted alone? She even admitted it before I ripped her throat out that she was following orders. That's not counting that she raped my nephew and don't act like that wasn't what she did. Gerard is much worse, I gathered up a ton of evidence before the fire not that my sister listened and she paid with her life. Leave it alone Christopher, I know you aren't like them," Peter says revealing truth to all. 

"One foot out of line after this," Chris argues. 

"I don't think you have any right to be throwing stones but don't worry I'm sane now. It's a wonder what not being stuck in a coma reliving a fire that killed your pack will do for you," Peter promises smirking. 

There are things Peter doesn't say, he doesn't reveal that his bond with Misha is strong as ever or that that it's the only thing keeping him sane besides the fragile new pack bonds. He also doesn't reveal that Gerard Argent isn't the only name he needs to take care of before he can go home to Misha but he certainly isn't the last. 

Now

Peter is starting to get worried because he had gotten Misha home, his pack was on the outskirts of the home watching them and he had made the comment that he needed to find Misha's father and kill him only for his mate to start laughing hysterically. He was refusing to answer any questions until Jack Abbot and his wife got here, which he really needed to invite them into the pack because they obviously meant a lot to Misha. Peter takes a step forward to wrap his arms around his mate who is still laughing, the brunette burying his head in his chest. The door flies open causing the wolves to growl and Jack is hurrying through looking around like he's ready to kill someone only to pause when he sees Misha in his arms laughing. 

"Honey I told you that he said it wasn't an emergency there is no need to be slamming open doors," a female voice says and the woman walks up to stand beside Jack and rolls her eyes. 

"Please like Mikey can ever tell it realistically," Jack argues. 

"More like you've been waiting to kill Peter Hale for ten years and now you can't," the woman argues. 

"I like her," Peter whispers to Misha. 

"Please don't like me because if you mess up I will be siding with Mikey and my husband. Sorry but I haven't spent the past fifteen years helping to keep this one alive," she pauses pointing at Misha, "Just to let you get away with anything."

"Kat I need you to tell Peter what happened to my father," Misha bursts out still laughing. 

"Why are you laughing like that? That isn't a topic to laugh about though if you want we can take you so you can piss on his grave," Jack argues. 

It takes a second for the hints to process in his mind but then Peter is staring open mouthed. He flicks his eyes down to Misha who stares at him with a hand over his mouth. He hears a woman's laughter before he turns to see Jack giving him a daring look with his arms crossed over his chest. 

"He was supposed to be mine to kill," Peter yells indignitant. 

"Well maybe if you hadn't fucked off I wouldn't have had to take care of it instead," Jack argues. 

"How did you do it?" Peter asks needing to know. 

"Well he decided to show his face right after Rebecca was born and I decided I wasn't going to give him a chance to be a asshole. It was easy enough to drug him since he's a drunk asshole and then after that it was child's play," Jack says proudly. 

Peter wants more, this was the one man he wanted to torture, to skin alive and he's not a psychopath which isn't to say he's nice or naive but he isn't someone who takes pleasure in torture but with this man he would have. There's a inner part of him, probably his wolf, that's mad only because someone else protected his mate and he pushes that part down. He knows the only reason Jack doesn't like him is because of what he did to Misha, knows the two of them got alone well enough before and that for the most part he was a man that was trying to deal with his wife being where he couldn't protect her even if she could protect herself. 

"Did he suffer at least?" He asks finally. 

"Immensely," Jack answers proud. 

"Like I said you are a little too late," Misha finally says knowing this annoys him. 

"Okay we get it you two are going to constantly nag at each other and compete. Corners dumb and dumber," Kate Abbot says stepping in front of Jack. 

"I didn't know your wife was both a soldier and a werewolf Jack," Peter notes. 

"She wasn't," Jack says softly. 

"Military paid for school but gave me a side of cancer. I was already dying so Mikey helped," Kate reveals, "Which means you mess up again and it's me you're dealing with, though I doubt that would happen."

"She's about to come up those stairs and Jack is her favorite don't be a dick and ruin it," Misha whispers to him and then wraps his arms around him. 

Peter turns to face his mate, cups his cheek with his hand before kissing him. He feels a wave of reassurance through their bond, still healing , and then Misha kisses his cheek and leans his head against him. It's a soft and quiet reassurance of their love but then Peter finally listens in as soft child feet run towards the door, feels Misha grip him and breath against him before the door opens and he smells her. She smells perfect, the right combination of him and Misha wrapped in her own secret scent of peaches and suddenly Peter Hale is afraid. He's afraid because he's not the same man he was ten years ago, he's not fully sane and he knows it but he loves his mate and his loves his children even if he hasn't met one of them yet and he has to try to be everything for them and hope he succeeds.