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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Peter_Hale/Isaac_Lahey
  Character:
      Peter_Hale, Isaac_Lahey, Derek_Hale, Laura_Hale, Mentions_of_-_Character,
      Camden_Lahey, Mr._Lahey
  Additional Tags:
      Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, AU:_Peter_wasn't_on_the_house_so_he_didn't
      burn, and_he_didn't_had_to_kill_Laura_to_be_the_alpha, but_he_did_kill
      Kate, Isaac_may_or_may_not_be_his_mate, and_Isaac_is_now_a_werewolf, Slow
      Build
  Series:
      Part 2 of Red
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-09-13 Words: 1326
****** Crimson Day ******
by AmyBlackfyre
Summary
     Isaac whispered, desperately, without thinking much. “I want to be
     like you.”
     Peter smirked deviously, pulling the boy even closer. “All you had to
     do was ask.”
Notes
     Hey guys!
     I decided to turn it in a series after all.
     I'm trying to build a foundation to Peter and Isaac's relationship,
     so I'm truly sorry that we had so little (none) action until now. But
     I promise that I will try to get to it, if you guys want!
     Feedback is REALLY important to me, so PLEASE, let me know what you
     think about the series so far.
     All the mistakes are mine (and please, let me know if there's
     something too bad) and I own nothing.
     I hope you guys like it!
     PS: I made some changes on the fanfic, but nothing major; mostly,
     I've corrected some grammar and vocabulary issues.
See the end of the work for more notes
Since Isaac and Peter met, their relationship grew closer. The boy needed some
comfort and Peter needed to increase his pack; it was a win-win. Plus, after a
few weeks, he could see how broken the boy really was. He wanted to help him.
They got used to be together every day, while Isaac was working on the graves.
Peter would help the him to dig them while the boy told him little facts about
his life. And Isaac was never late.
Peter was already waiting for the boy, concerned, when he stumbled and fell
close to a grave that he was digging the day before, clearly having
difficulties to walk.
“You smell like you are in great pain, little one.” He said, his voice low and
soothing, helping the boy to his feet. He couldn’t help to feel immensely
pleased when the boy didn’t hesitate to tell him what happened, even if he was
sobbing, scared.
“D-dad knowsthat so-someone is helping me h-here, but I didn’t t-told him that
was yo-you because you wo-would be in t-trouble, so d-dad beated my l-legs
‘till I bleed, th-then locked me in t-the freezer all day l-long… I s-said that
I was sorry, and s-screamed ‘till I faint, I w-wasn’t being a bad boy, I
swear…”
“Hey, hey… Calm down, Isaac. I got you.” He said, gently, helping the little
one to sit on his lap, so they could cuddle and he could make Isaac feel
better, without believing on the extent of his loyalty. Maybe this wasindeed
the right time. Rubbing circles on the boy’s back, he said. “Would you like to
make it all go away? Everything, even your father… No one would ever hurt you
again. I would protect you.” And pressing a feather light kiss on the his
forehead, he focused on taking the boy’s pain. “You would be like me.”
Isaac whispered, desperately, without thinking much. “Please, please, I wanna
be like you...”
Peter smirked deviously, pulling the boy even closer. “Oh, dear boy, all you
had to do was ask.”
 
 
 
                                     * * *
 
Isaac woke up feeling dizzy. He heard some concerned whispers, but only
recognized Peter’s voice among them. Feeling his lips dry, he muttered without
open his eyes just yet.
“Wha… What happened?”
“Your father is gone, my sweet boy. You are mine now.” Shifting a little on the
bed, Isaac felt Peter’s hand running through his hair, reassuring as always,
and, slowly, the boy begun to remember.
His father ripped out. Limb. By. Limb. The dining room painted in crimson with
his father’s blood. Peter being more wolf than man.
Isaac wasn’t supposed to see, but he couldn’t help it. He needed to see with
his own eyes that his father was gone. When Peter finished, he was the composed
man that Isaac knew again. Holding Isaac in his arms, regardless that he was
bathing the boy with his father’s blood, he pulled the his wrist close to his
mouth.
And Isaac couldn’t remember anything else, but he knows what happened.
He opened his eyes slowly. Strange enough, he wasn’t scared, even when he
noticed that he was in a strange place, with a guy and a girl staring curiously
at him. Their heartbeat was so loud at first that Isaac covered his ears with
his hands, trying to get used to this. But everything, especially them, smelled
like home; but he didn’t even know how he knew how “home” was supposed to smell
like.
“Someone could please say something?” After some minutes, the girl’s voice was
heard, annoyed but surprisingly sweet.
“Let the boy get used to his new senses, Laura.” The guy said, all grumpy,
making Isaac smile slightly. Clearing his throat, still confused because of his
now highlighted senses, he spoke quietly, feeling Peter’s hand still running
gently through his messy and bloody hair.
“Y-you… You must be Laura, and you… Must be D-derek.” They nodded, surprised
that the boy already knew who they were, but he ignored it so he could turn to
Peter to ask him, sighing heavily. “He… Is he really dead?”
“As dead as someone can be, my pretty boy. How are you feeling?”
“I know that he was my dad, but… I feel so free, and so protected now… And… Why
do you guys smell like “home”? How… “Home” can even have a smell?”
Laura laughed. “Because we are pack, pup. Your pack. You will be always safe
with us.”
“You will be like a little brother to me and Laura.” There was a hint of pain
in Derek’s voice, but  Isaac knew that he was being sincere.
Peter held the boy, helping him to sit straight and kissed his shoulder,
looking to his nephew and his niece, clearly proud of them. “You are going to
live with us now. We will take care of you and train you. Everything will be
fine.”
And Isaac knew that it was true. He was safe now. But he was curious about some
things, and he knew that he could ask almost anything without fear (which was
completely new to him).
“What… What we’ll say to the cops?”
“Animal attack. A few days ago, a mountain lion escaped and the cops know that
it are close to your house; they'll make the right assumptions. You were at the
night shift on the cemetery, so you couldn’t know. My lawyer is ready to get
going with your adoption. I didn’t tell you so you wouldn't think that I was
betraying you, but since we met, I got closer to your father, so, since you
don't have any close relatives and your father hadn't many friends, you will be
able to stay with me without problems.” If the boy knew that before, he really
would think that the older man was betraying him, but now the only thing in his
head was how damn smart Peter was. “In some minutes, after you eat and bath, I
will take you back to the cemetery so we can get the plan going.”
Isaac sighed heavily, but nodded passively. “Can I sleep when we come back
home, please?” He asked gently, making Laura want to hug him tight. Derek was
the one who answered.
“We’ll make sure that some of your things are here when you come back so you
can sleep better.” He was already acting like a big brother, reminding Isaac of
Camden. He smiled.
After some time of comfortable silence, Peter said. “Laura, get Isaac some soup
and toast, please.” A little tired, Isaac laid his head back, resting on
Peter’s shoulder, exposing his throat without noticing. It didn’t took long for
Peter to nuzzle there, tightening his hug on the boy’s waist.
Softly, Isaac said. “That’s so good, Peter.” His voice was surprised and kinda
distressed, and Derek headed out to the kitchen, looking amused. “Why is this
so good?” He stopped for a little while, his beautiful blue eyes widening in
acknowledgement. “Why being with you is so good? Is because we are pack now?”
He stopped again, his voice sounding even more distressed. “Why is always so
good to be with you?”
Peter laughed, happily, seeming relaxed, his breath tickling on the boy’s
throat. “Partly, yes, it's because we are pack. The rest… You will find out
soon enough.” Changing the subject quickly, he asked, while scent marking his
beta. “You already healed completely, I suppose?”
“I hadn't thought about that… I’ve healed, yes, sir.”
“You must eat, then.” Laura said, getting closer to them with a plate of hot
tomato soup and some toasts, looking like she was ready to spoon feed Isaac.
Derek came right after her, with a glass of orange juice for the boy.
Everything was so damn perfect that Isaac was afraid of everything being just a
good dream. But the warmth of his pack,their love… Was too real to be just a
good dream. It was perfect.
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