Teen Wolf, the S.I.

A beautiful woman with long dark brown hair and eyes in a gray knee length dress walked into the Beacon Hills hospital waiting room, an expression of anger on her face. She scanned the room for a moment before landing on a handsome tanned man with blue eyes and brown hair, whose face held similarities to the woman, and sat in a seat with his head in his hands.

She walked up to the man, her steps echoing in the otherwise empty room. "Peter, what have you done?" She asked, her anger coloring her voice.

Peter looked at the woman in shame, "Talia, I ..." He tried to get the words out but couldn't. Talia looked at him for a moment, before her hard eyes softened and she took him into a hug.

"Peter, you got a girl pregnant! How could you hide this from me?! I am your sister and your Alpha!" She said, her voice soft at the start before turning into a growl at the end.

"I couldn't. I didn't know what you would do. She and her husband were just a fling. I didn't know that this would happen. After that thing with Adam, you said no more accidents. This was an accident, but I couldn't let you kill my kid!"

She pulled Peter away from her, holding him by his shoulders. She forced his head towards hers and stared at him in his eyes, "Peter, this is our family, our pack. I would never kill your child; all lives deserve to live. Adam's child was in its second trimester, and it was killing its mother, I had no choice. Your child is near fully birth and has had no harmful effects on its mother, but ..." She trailed off, looking at Peter expectantly to finish her sentence.

Peter hung his head, "She isn't a shifter. So, she might die, depending on if the baby is a werewolf or not. I know Talia but she is already going to die." Peter said, his voice cracking.

"What! Peter, what happened?" Talia asked Peter, worried that he had done something to the mother of his child.

"There was a car accident and she, they were in it. Gordon died on impact, but Margaret was found by the sheriff's deputies, clinging to life. When they brought her in, it already wasn't looking good for her. Talia, if he dies, I--I don't, I--I can't..."

Talia kneeled in front of Peter, putting her hands on his. "Peter, he will live. I have no doubt that he will come out just as strong and cunning as his father." She said, smiling at him. He looked back at her, a wet smile on his face.

Minutes later, a doctor walked out of the E.R., ripping his mask off his face and taking heavy breaths.

"Are you the child's father, Peter Hale?" The doctor asked. Peter nodded. "The baby is fine, we were able to save him by performing a C-section." The doctor stopped and watched as the father of the child breathed a deep sigh of relief. "But the mother was not so lucky. I am sorry to say that Ms. Miller is dead." The doctor watched as his words removed a little of the light that the man had gained hearing that his child was alive.

"You can go see the child in the NICU, two floors down." The doctor told the siblings as the younger half grieved at the loss of a friend and the mother of his child. Peter rushed up, out of his seat and set his face, wiping away the tears in his eyes, a determined look supplanting the previous one of grief. Peter stalked towards the elevator, Talia not too far behind him, an expression of pride on her face.