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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Major_Character_Death, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, others_mentioned_in_passing_-_Relationship
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Scott_McCall, Peter_Hale, Malia_Tate,
      Allison_Argent, Ethan_(Teen_Wolf), Aiden_(Teen_Wolf), Isaac_Lahey, Kira
      Yukimura, Alan_Deaton
  Additional Tags:
      Dubious_Consent, Nogitsune_Stiles, Nogitsune_Trauma
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-02-25 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1023
****** Chow Time ******
by BirdyMarie
Summary
     "Oh, and he tried so very hard," the thing breathed, as it advanced
     on Derek's crouched form. He put his hands out, as if to gentle a
     cowed animal. "C'mon, Derek, come here, it's okay." The voice was so
     very dead while it tried to be soothing. Derek felt the growl boiling
     up in his chest as it took a step closer. "You are just what I need."
Notes
     scuse this for being jumbled I'm writing it as it comes and it's
     going to be unbeta'd and this is just me vomitting ugly out after
     Echo House. Scuse my process.
Derek could hear the fight ahead. These fucking woods, it was always the woods.
He wished he could scoop the whole town up and transplant it anywhere but next
to these fucking woods. He picked out Isaac's heartbeat; it was still pounding
so the young wolf was not downed yet. Derek could not decide if that was a good
thing.

He heard Peter skid to a stop behind him and pulled up to look at his uncle.
They did not have time for one of his tricks. But the older wolf had an
enraptured look on his face. "She's here," he whispered.

A human howl sounded through the trees. Derek turned back in the direction of
the fight. "Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?" Derek's nose wrinkled at the
voice. It was Stiles' voice, but he knew it was the nogitsune. He took off
again, deciding Peter could sort himself. He bounded into the clearing around
the Nemeton, and there was Isaac's back hovered over Stiles' stupid wiry legs
in those idiotic maroon pants. The knee was blown out of the right side. Derek
could smell his blood and was almost overwhelmed with his wish that it did not
smell acridly wrong.

"Come better into the light, Peter, so I can see you myself!"

Derek took quick stock of everyone else. Kira was supporting a bloodied Allison
whose wrist was hanging at a gross angle. Scott was, helpfully, unconscious.
Aiden and Ethan were circling where Isaac had Stiles pinned down. Lydia was not
visible. Derek could smell charred skin.

"Stiles, Stiles come on we know you can get out here," Isaac's wretched voice
was saying.

"Oh, he's not going to come out for you, you prick," yelled the not-Stiles
voice, and then Isaac was flying back towards Derek. He caught him
instinctively. They were knocked to the ground, his final beta whimpering
against his chest.

"But for Peter...oh, you should all hear him, the little shit's howling like a
wolf himself!" The thing inside the boy laughed and it sounded like glass
shards coming up his throat. "He actually tried to tell me I couldn't kill you,
Uncle Petey! Said I don't get to, said he wants to do it him..se- Oh hey,
you're not Peter." The thing was standing over them now, looking down at Derek
quizzically. Then its eyebrows raised and it looked like Stiles' excited face,
but there was absolutely no light behind its eyes. "Ohhh," it breathed,
sounding reverent. Derek rolled over with Isaac pressed to him, shielding him
as much as he could while instinctively backing away. This thing, this
abomination, was horrific in theory and terrifying in person. Isaac got his
hands and feet under him and got out of the way. Derek let him go. In the back
of his mind, he laughed at himself and his need to have the attention of
monsters.

"Oh, and he tried so very hard," the thing breathed, as it advanced on Derek's
crouched form. He put his hands out, as if to gentle a cowed animal. "C'mon,
Derek, come here, it's okay." The voice was so very dead while it tried to be
soothing. Derek felt the growl boiling up in his chest as it took a step
closer. "You are just what I need." He banged into something hard - a tree.
Fuck. Nowhere to go. The nogitsune reached out toward him, mouth falling open
and twisting in anticipation.

Then, an arrow lodged itself in its thigh.

Stiles, blessedly Stiles started shrieking.

"You could have done worse," came Lydia's voice, and Derek turned to see her
with her hands on the shoulders of a brunette- Malia Tate?

"Could have done better," she replied. "I was aiming for his arm."

"That's what you get for trying to trick shoot your first time out," Allison
gasped.

"Femoral artery!" Stiles wailed.

Derek heard Scott's heartbeat pick up and then they were both at the writhing
boy's side.

"Hang on, Stiles, Stiles, we brought the blow torch, we'll get it closed off-"

"Relax it didn't hit anything important. What the fuck is going on?" Derek
looked around at all of them, then reached for Stiles' arm to take some of the
pain. The boy would only do the same for him.

"Don't! Do-don't, don't try it, it wants it, it wants-" Stiles arched and
rolled onto his injured leg, as everyone converged and cursed and Scott grabbed
Derek's hand away. "Pain, pain is an anchor, fuck, why does pain have to be
what makes you human?" Stiles was whimpering.

"Look, we have to do something," Derek said.

"Get out, get away," Stiles moaned.

"Maybe if we brain him we can get him back to Deaton in time," Malia said.

"He can't sleep!" Scott yelled.

"We don't have a lot of choice, Scott," Lydia said, standing and looking
around. "Where did the gun go? We can use the butt."

"He broke it," Kira and Malia said at the same time.

"Look, we can't just all stand around and wait for that thing to come back,"
Aiden said, backing away.

"'Lia shoulda shot m'head," Stiles was beginning to slur.

"No! No, Stiles," Scott grabbed him by the hair and the boys eyes widened. "You
stay awake, you hear me?"

"What happened to my hands?" he whimpered in response.

"You burnt them on the shotgun," Scott said patiently, "remember?"

Stiles started shaking his head against Scott's hand, squeezing his own into
fists and releasing them over and over again, rolling his leg back and forth.
"Get me-...take me DOWN," he was sobbing and whining and crying and Derek could
no longer take it. He roared to silence the circle.

"I have the truck, let's go."
 
 
That had been a week ago. One week since it had first set eyes on him. One week
since Peter had found his daughter - Malia - and had spent every waking moment
teaching her every inkling that passed through his mind. One week since they
had spilled into Deaton's clinic, hoping for a solution.

And it had only taken one week for the monster to get back out.
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