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It was supposed to be a victory day

It was a closed courtroom that had the final hearing on the Stilinski-Grayson divorce. The evidence against the Grayson family as a whole was damning from the photographs of the attempted kidnapping, the assault charges, the history of abuse... it wasn't hard for the judge to grant the divorce.

It was the terms that shocked Stiles the most: Permanent No Contact order of Protection for him and Dina against the Graysons and any family member or agent on their behalf. Any contact moving forward for Stiles or Dina would be done through the Law Office of Samuel Winchester. Suzanna's parental rights over Claudia Marie were terminated, no visitation by anyone in the family or agents acting on their behalf, and Stiles was given sole custody of his daughter with an order to change her birth certificate to remove the Grayson part of her name and Suzanna from her records.

And then the big one: in order to protect the Stilinski family, alimony and child support would be established as a single lump-sum payment based on the financials of the Grayson family and taking into consideration the medical needs Stiles would continue to face both physical and emotionally at present and in the future, and to support Dina for all her present and future medical and educational needs.

Two Million Dollars. Half kept in trust for Dina until her 18th birthday or graduation from high school, whichever came first. The other half in account for Stiles to use as he deemed necessary to provide for his family. Plus all of Sam's legal fees were paid by the Grayson's.

And that was that. Stiles stood, partially in shock as the team of lawyers left with Suzanna and her father, and then he just turned and hugged Sam tightly. The taller man smiled at Malia, nodding at a job well done, and hugged his client back. "You did it, Stiles. You got your daughter the safety you wanted for her. Now it's time for you both to build a better life."

A plumbing issue had kept Stiles from moving into Allison's father's place right away, so he was still at the Hale house. Things had gotten a bit easier with the anger finally out in the air. But after a long day at court, Stiles was ready to join his daughter for naptime before dinner.

John hadn't wanted to worry Stiles, but the Grayson brothers had made bail and weren't in custody any longer. He warned Talia, but with the protective orders in place, putting a detail on the house wasn't possible without a real threat in the air.

No one realized that out in the desert, deals had been made between the family patriarch and another patriarch - Gerard Argent. Knowing that the Hales were protecting the granddaughter of his good friend, it was easy to help equip the two sons with a chip on their shoulder with the right weapons, and a team of hand picked hunters, to help them give one last message that no one could walk away from the Grayson family and expect to win.

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Chuck turned back, going to check the noises from the men only to end up putting himself in the path of a very angry female mate as Derek took out the last of the other hunters, leaving Ray standing alone with a gun raised up and aimed at Talia.

"Don't even think of it, boy," Thomas said, his rifle trained back on him. "You've lost this battle."

"I take her out, others will come and finish the job." He got his sights.

"Ray."

The man turned, and Stiles stood there, only a few feet away as he came out from behind his jeep with a handgun aimed. "You don't threaten my family," he said, and fired one shot. The bullet snapped Ray's head back, and the man went down. Stiles didn't lower the gun though, his arm extended and his face a blank slate devoid of emotion.

The shot silences Nadia and Talia both, both women regarding him seriously for a moment. Nadia glances back to Derek, before nodding to where Peter was. "Get him to Fiona. Talia and I will deal with this." There's another pause, then. "Call the sheriff."

She then turns and steps back up to Stiles meeting his eyes gently and reaching for the weapon in his hand.

"Stiles, give me the gun."

Derek nodded, watching Stiles a moment before going to Peter's aid and picking up the wolf and carrying him back inside, unlocking and going downstairs. "Fiona. Peter's been hit." Once he gets him downstairs and somewhere that Fiona can work, he'll pull out the phone to call the sheriff.

Stiles lets go of the weapon easily, his eyes on the still body on the ground near him, and finally he slowly lets out the breath he had been holding. His hand is shaking once the weapon is gone, and he looks up at Nadia, confusion in his eyes.

Cora's going to be fine. Fiona made sure of that. She's dozing peacefully on the table, Lydia smoothing her hair back from her forehead and not thinking about that final bang! that she just heard. She's going to pretend she doesn't know what it was, pretend that she doesn't know far more about death than she ever wanted to know.

Fiona looks up at puppy Peter and nods. "Take Cora upstairs to her room so she can sleep it off. I'll work on him here." She then turns and looks to the wolf, concerned. "Whatever you do? Don't shift. Not until I get the bullet and the wolfsbane out."

Nadia takes the gun from him gently, placing it on the ground gently, before taking another step closer to him. "It's okay. You're okay. Everyone's fine." Except for Ray, of course.

Derek nodded, going to pick his sister up carefully. "Hey Liam, maybe Dina would like to watch a move up in Aunt Cora's room. Why don't you two follow me?" Not explaining to the three year old why the wolf will eventually turn into a naked man.

Liam nodded. "Do you want to watch a movie, Dina?"

"Can we watch Powerpuff Girls?"

Liam looked up at Derek, begging him not to put him through this. Derek chuckled. "Yes, you can watch Powerpuff Girls." And he led the way upstairs.

Stiles watched her a moment, and then his eyes flicked up to Talia. The shock was starting to kick in, and his heartbeat was rising with the panic. He took a step back away from the body, his shaking hand going to cover his lips a moment, realization what he had done dawning, and then he looked back at the house, at the destruction and the Hales on the porch. Then he looked back at the forest and saw the other bodies in different states of dead.

And he panicked and took off running into the woods.

Nadia looks like she's about to follow after him, but Talia catches her shoulder first and shakes her head. "I'll take care of this. You be here when the sheriff gets here." Nadia looks uncertain but nods in agreement. Talia then follows after Stiles, not quickly, but enough that she doesn't lose the scent as she goes.

Cora burrows into her brother's arms slightly, searching out his scent as a source of comfort on instinct. She doesn't stir any more than that, however, and when she's placed down in her bedroom, she just curls up into Lydia's side and sleeps straight through whatever noise is happening around her.

Derek went and patted the bed next to Cora and Lydia for Dina, handing her the tablet off the desk. "You snuggle up here with the girls, okay?"

"Okay," Dina said, working the tablet on her own.

Derek pulled Liam aside. "Stay up here and watch them. If anything happens, just should for me and I'll come running, okay?"

"Got it."

Derek left, going to his room and finding a spare outfit of his in the closet and a blanket, then returning back downstairs to check on Fiona and Peter, who was still in wolf form, panting and his eyes shut. "How is he?"

Stiles ran as far as his legs would take him before they gave out. He stumbled over a large root of a tree, sending him tumbling down a small depression into a ditch. He didn't get back up, laying on the ground gasping for air as the fear and panic caught up first and left him a breathless, shaking mess on the ground.

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Cora curls instinctively, protectively around Dina in her sleep. She wouldn't be much use in a fight, but the urge is there, so long as Dina lets her.

Fiona glances up as she finishes burning out the rest of the wolfsbane, before nodding and taking the blanket from Derek, spreading it over the lower half of the wolf. "We're good. I got it all, you can shift back now." She would have let him do it before, but she didn't want to run the risk of something getting lost in his system once internal organs started shifting around.

Talia catches up with him and immediately crouches down next to him, one hand moving towards his back slowly. "Stiles?" She speaks clearly so that he can hear her before she touches him, not wanting to panic him more than he already was.

Dina doesn't mind. She's going to pet Cora's arm near her and snuggle up, making sure that Lydia can watch the Powerpuff Girls with her.

Liam snorted at the girl snuggle fest on the bed, and he went to go sit in the windowsill so that he could see down in the front yard. Because he wanted to know what was going to happen to all the hunters. he really hated hunters.

The red wolf gave a very human nod, and Derek watched as the fur faded back and the body shifted to expand back into Peter's human form. He had seen his mother do it so many times, but it was still rare that Peter let anyone watch him shift into this. He knelt down, putting the clothes next to him. "Nadia's upstairs dealing with the sheriff. She's fine." He knew how much Peter would want to know the status of his mate, so it was the first thing he told him. "Are you okay?"

"You mean beyond the excruciating pain?" Peter groaned, not moving much.

Derek snorted. "You'll be fine."

Stiles looked up at Talia, struggling for breath but not at the point he needed his inhaler. Something about the running had helped. "I.... I actually... I've never..."

Fiona smirks a bit before giving his shoulder a soft squeeze and turning back to Derek. Now that the major injuries are fixed, she's going to focus all her worry on him. "Are you okay? You didn't catch anything, did you?"

Talia knows what he's saying without him having to say it. She reaches for his shoulder gently, pulling him into a hug before he can protest and just letting him bury into her if he wants to.

"It's okay. It'll be okay."

Peter reached for the shirt and pants, because yeah, he's a Hale, stubborn as hell and he's going to get himself upstairs to see his mate. Soon. Maybe. Damn hunters..... ow.

Derek smirked. "No, I'm good. A few knife cuts that are already healed, but no bullets." Nik would be proud that Derek keeps up his training, especially since he had a little wolf of his own to train now.

Stiles doesn't fight, doesn't resist, and instead just clings to Talia tightly because he is trembling and confused and scared. Scared of himself. And the moment he is in the hug, his fingers gripping into her top, the tears finally come. It's the breaking down they have really all been waiting for from him, brought on as he realized just how far he had slipped from who he was that he would actually be able to kill someone so coldly like that to defend his daughter... himself...

No, he had done more than that. It was Talia who had been in danger in that moment. That was what made him come out from his hiding spot. And suddenly all the fighting he had done trying to push away the Hales made no sense because he had, even as a human, developed the instinct to protect his alpha and pack no matter what. And he didn't know what that meant because he was human and he wasn't supposed to be a killer.

"You stay." Fiona doesn't even look away from Derek, pointing back in Peter's direction, because she knows what he's doing and that's gonna stop right then. He can get dressed, if he feels he must, but he's not going any further than that until he can move without being in pain. "I'll get Nadia." Because she knows what he's after, and she's going to give her some time to get a little less bloody.

Talia just reels him in close smoothing a hand over the back of his head as she shushes him softly. She knows this is a lot for anyone to go through and she keeps her voice calm, just letting him get out what he needed to get out.

"You were protecting your family." Her family, but really her family has always been his family. "It'll be okay, Stiles."

Derek looked at Peter. "I'll go check out the scene and record everything like you've been showing me. Don't worry."

Sighing, Peter just gave up and relaxed back into the floor. "You kids are growing up way too fast..." he muttered, tucking the clothes under his head as a pillow instead and he was just going to let himself pass out.

Taking Fiona's hand, he led her back upstairs so she could go talk to Nadia while he went to investigate the scene and see what he could find. That was about the time that the Sheriff's car pulled up behind the rest of the cars and John and Isaac got out. John took in the scene with wide eyes as Isaac lifted his hand to his nose, overwhelmed by the stench of blood,gunpowder, and death in the air.

Stiles kept on clinging, gulping for breath between bouts of crying. "I don't want to turn into them. I can't turn into them. I'm not like them," he kept saying over and over again.

Nadia's standing there to meet them, covered in blood. She's just finished clawing her way through Ray's corpse, and the gun is ... well, it's better if they don't know where the gun is. Plausible deniability. Ray's head is barely discernible as Ray's head mostly because it looked like it had been bashed in repeatedly. She glances over to the sheriff and huffs a breath, blowing a stray strand out of her face.

"They were here for your son. You might want to go with 'animal attacks.'" She's not even going to bother to pretend she didn't do most of the damage. There's no point. "But off the record? Stiles shot that one." She tips her head to the heavily mutilated corpse. "Talia's with him now, but I thought you should be prepared. He was going to kill Talia, Stiles stopped him."

Which is ... really the basic rundown of it all.

"They were working with hunters, though. Someone close to them knows."

Talia continues to shush him softly, rocking him gently as she does. "No, you're not. You're not like them." There's a great deal of difference between someone who's killed and someone who's a killer. "You were protecting your family. That doesn't make you a monster."

John covered his mouth, shaking his head. "No, I think that's going to be best." The cop in him was debating hard with the protective father. It was the reason why when the call came in, he only brought Isaac with him instead of an army. "But they had hunters with them, they aren't going to believe it, are they?"

He sniffled, taking her words and trying to make himself believe them as he curled into her more. He was hitting the exhausted crying stage where his eyes had nothing left to cry out, but he was still trying. "I don't know who I am anymore, Talia. I didn't do things like this before. Why me/ Why did they come after me?"

"Probably not." Nadia nods in agreement. "But I think if we figure out where the hunters came from we can eliminate that particular problem. You might want to get Allison's father out here to have a look." Meanwhile, Nik will sort out a few things for them in Vegas and hopefully this problem will be gone for good.

"I don't know," she says softly, just keeping him curled close. "Sometimes these things just happen. But given time, I'm sure you'll figure it out again. You were pretty good at that once - that's not the kind of thing that goes away for good."

John nodded and pulled out his cell phone, texting Chris to come to the Hale house immediately. Derek, meanwhile, was already starting his own investigation, looking through the leaves until he found a shotgun shell and picked it up, looking at the markings on the side of it curiously.

"I've said so many bad things to you guys. I'm a horrible person. I don't want to be this person anymore."

Nadia nods, speaking to Fiona for a moment, and after getting some confirmation that Peter is asleep, she turns back to the sheriff. "If you don't need anything else from me, I think I'm going to clean up."

"You don't have to be." She pulls back just slightly, so that he's looking at her more. "It's over, Stiles. You don't have to use it to protect yourself anymore. You can be whoever you want to be."

John looked at Isaac, who was walking over to join Derek, then shook his head. "No, not right now. I'll come find you when Argent gets here." Having a hunter as a consultant - like Peter was - tended to be helpful. He then muttered to himself, "Retirement is looking better every day."

He looked back up at her, a scared, broken mess. "But they're never going to stop coming. I thought this would stop them, but they won't, will they?"

Nadia laughs softly at that, before nodding and heading back to Peter's. After a quick shower to wash away the blood and a change of clothes she'll make her way back, heading down to the basement and curling up against his back.

"Maybe not. We can't say for sure." If there were hunters helping, they're not going to buy the line about animal attacks, and they'll have to make preparations for that, but that isn't the important thing. "But you won't have to do it alone anymore."

Peter doesn't wake up, but his sixth sense of knowing his mate is there makes him relax in her hold, a small whine in his breathing to acknowledge her as his body just shifts to fit against her better. She'd be able to feel the pain that was fading as his body healed, but her being there made a big difference.

He nodded, and his face turned apologetic. "I'm so sorry for all the things I've said about the pack. You know I didn't really mean it, right? I just... I'm used to pushing people away to keep them away from me so they stay safe. It was the only thing I could think of."

Nadia smiles softly at that, tipping her head to rest her cheek against his shoulder, closing her eyes and just relaxing against him. She's not sleeping, not quite, but she does relax considerably from where she was before.

"I know." One hand comes up and brushes against his forehead gently, and she gives him a small smile. "Family does that sometimes. And family forgives for it too."

Stiles took a deep breath. He thought for a moment, then nodded. "Talia, I need help. I need help finding me again. I don't want to be this way anymore. I want to get back to who I used to be. I liked me a lot better then."

Talia nods for a moment. "Well, there's Laura. She does do this sort of thing professionally. But I'm sure that all of us will help you however we can."

Stiles sniffed, rubbing his hand over his face a moment. He nodded. "You think she has time to schedule me in?" Four kids and a full time job as well as learning to be the next alpha had to be hard on the eldest Hale sibling.

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