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As Long As You Love Me
Part 1
Chris Argent looked in his teenage daughter’s bedroom as he pulled on his overcoat making sure to be quiet as he left the house. Chris didn’t know what he was doing or why he was doing it. All he knew was that it made his feelings disappear for a time. Chris quietly pulled the door shut locking it as he went to his car parked on the street. Chris believed that every time he left the house late at night, that Allison was fast asleep. Allison only ever pretended to be asleep, she would lay in bed wondering what her dad did and fall asleep right before he returned home. Allison's mother had left him years ago, blaming Chris for the breakdown of their marriage. Allison had refused to go with her mother, she'd scared her almost as much as her grandfather.
Each night Allison waited until she heard her fathers car leaving and driving down the street, she never knew where he went or why he was doing it. Mainly on a Wednesday or Friday night, why those two days Chris didn't know. On this particular night, Chris drove to an abandoned car park and parked his car. Chris switched his car off, and started crying, sneaking out and selling himself was getting to him.
Unbeknown to Chris, Peter Hale had followed him seeing him driving out of Beacon Hills. He'd always found Chris fascinating ever since he was a teenager. Peter jumped when his phone started to ring, he'd already managed to lose the older man’s car when he'd had to stop to get gas. Glancing at his phone Peter saw Chris' number flashing at him, he had forgotten that he'd given it to him long ago.
“Christopher?” Peter questioned answering his phone while sitting in his car ready to leave the gas station. “Christopher?”
'P...Peter...' Chris' voice broke as he spoke trying to compose himself while he continued to sit in his own car outside of the limits of Beacon Hills.
“Where are you?” Peter asked, once he was certain that it was indeed the older man. “Breathe. Tell me where you are,”
'Abandoned...car park...' Chris mumbled, Peter sighed as he told the older man to breathe again.
“Breathe,” Peter said once again, as he listened to see if he could hear anything in the background that was familiar.
'Stockton...sports complex...' Chris mumbled, dropping his phone to the floor of the car and putting his head in his hands as he cried. Chris had managed to hang up his phone before he'd dropped it.
Chris still didn't know what had come over him, Peter pulled his phone away from his ear as it sounded off before he was trying to determine how far away he was from Chris. Peter figured it would take him a good twenty minutes to reach Chris from where he was. He didn't know why it had taken him so long to get gas, it could have been because he didn't want the older man knowing that he was following him.
Allison lay in bed pondering what her father was doing she knew he left the house after he believed that she'd fallen asleep, she also knew that he had liked men. There was one in particular that she knew he fancied, that he always stole glances at whenever they saw him. As Allison lay in bed she contemplated messaging one of the boys that she'd fancied at school, but decided against it and put her headphones in, intending on listening to music to fall asleep to until her father got home.
Peter drove as fast as he could to get to Chris, he didn't know what he was going to find. As he was driving he found a radio station playing Christmas songs, and decided to listen to them as they were getting closer to Christmas. As he listened he realised that he had done next to no shopping for the event, nor had he actually put up a tree like he had promised Derek so he made mental notes on what he needed to do. The closer he got to the sports complex the more he could hear Chris' sobs.
Peter pulled up next to Chris' car and immediately switched his own car off, he had no intentions of leaving his car over half an hour from Beacon Hills. Peter quickly climbed out and went to the drivers door and tapped on the window. Chris sniffled and looked up before unlocking the door and wiping furiously at his eyes. Peter sighed, he was still wondering why the older man had called him before he found himself catching him.
“Christopher?” Peter questioned quietly as he held the older man and sat him back in his car. “What happened?”
“P...Peter?” Chris blinked, he hadn't expected the younger man to turn up so far from home.
“Yes, it's me. Now what happened? No scrap that let's get you home and into bed,” Peter changed his mind, pulling Chris' keys from the ignition and helping Chris to his feet before scooping him in his arms and pushing his car door shut.
Peter unlocked his car again, before leaning against it with Chris in his arms so that he could open the door. Peter paid no attention to the clothing that Chris was wearing, the only thing he'd noticed was that it was mostly leather. Once the car was open Peter leaned in and set Chris in the passenger seat and buckled him in. Peter straightened up and turned around briefly to lock Chris' car before walking to the driver's side and climbing in. Peter turned the heat up on the car and reached in the backseat, he may have been a werewolf but Chris was human and it was cold out so he grabbed the blanket that had been reserved for picnics. Chris snuffled as Peter covered him in the blanket and then started to drive.
“Christopher, we have to talk about this. Not now but one day,” Peter spoke quietly before he realised that Chris had passed out with his head leaning against the window.
The drive back to Chris' was quiet apart from Peter mumbling to himself and listening to Chris' muffled cries. Chris had a restless sleep which wasn't even broken when Peter pulled up at the house, he had contemplated on taking him to his apartment but figured the man’s own home was better. Peter listened carefully and could hear the faint sounds of Allison's music playing from her earphones and her even breathing. Sighing to himself he switched the car off before he was climbing out of the drivers side and going around to the passenger side. Peter quickly opened the door and caught Chris, leaning over the older man to unbuckle him. Once he was unbuckled, Peter scooped Chris up in his arms again and carried him to the front door. Leaning against the door, Peter fumbled briefly with Chris' keys before he managed to find the correct one and unlocked the door.
Slowly and quietly Peter carried Chris through the dark house, the second he'd gotten into the house his werewolf eyes had shown themselves. Peter made his way up the stairs and quietly passed Allison's room, he didn't hear the teenager stir as she rolled over and opened her eyes. Allison may have been asleep but it was a light sleep so she'd woken the second that Peter had started fumbling with her fathers keys. Peter found Chris' bedroom and pushed the door open with his foot, now was the part he was half dreading. He didn't want to have to undress Chris, but he also didn't think leaving him sleeping in a pair of leather pants was right – he knew exactly how uncomfortable they were.
Peter lay Chris on the bed with his legs dangling off before he was pulling the older man’s boots off and quietly putting them on the floor beside the bed. Next step was removing the leather pants, Peter carefully peeled the pants off quietly gasping when he realised that Chris was naked underneath. Peter took in the sight before he was frantically looking for a pair of pyjamas, he sighed with relief when found them under the pillow and quickly pulled them on him. After five minutes Peter had successfully put Chris into his pyjamas. The final step was putting the man into bed. Peter pulled the covers down and scooped Chris up once again, only this time the older man wrapped his arms around his neck and mumbled into his shoulder.
“Stay...” Christ mumbled, into Peter's shoulder he was still completely out of it and fast asleep but knew that he was no longer in his car.
“Not tonight Christopher,” Peter said as he unfurled Chris' arms from around his neck as he leant over the bed and deposited Chris in the bed.
Chris mumbled incoherently and rolled over as Peter pulled the covers over him and tucked him in. Peter done everything in the dark, so was surprised when he turned around to leave the room and saw light coming from Allison's bedroom. Peter quietly walked from Chris' room but not before putting a glass of water beside the bed, he had a feeling that Chris would need it in the morning.