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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence,
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Lydia_Martin/Jackson_Whittemore, Danny/
      Ethan, Aiden/Isaac_Lahey, Allison_Argent/Scott_McCall, Vernon_Boyd/Cora
      Hale
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Jackson_Whittemore, Lydia_Martin, Danny
      Mahealani, Ethan_(Teen_Wolf), Aiden_(Teen_Wolf), Isaac_Lahey, Allison
      Argent, Scott_McCall, Sheriff_Stilinski, Peter_Hale, Vernon_Boyd, Cora
      Hale, Kali_(Teen_Wolf), Deucalion_(Teen_Wolf), Alan_Deaton, Melissa
      McCall, Chris_Argent
  Additional Tags:
      Violence, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Explicit_Language, Angst_and_Humor,
      Attempted_Murder, Murder
  Series:
      Part 1 of In_and_Out
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-10-08 Completed: 2014-12-11 Chapters: 10/10 Words: 29266
****** From the Inside Out ******
by Teen_Wolf77
Summary
     After Ethan and Scott exchange words on the bus the morning after the
     Motel attack Stiles notices something about Ethan that ends up
     setting off a chain of events no one saw coming. No one but a very
     small select few. Stiles has decided to take the Alpha Pack
     out...from the inside. Multi Pairings. Sterek main.
Notes
     This is going to be completely AU after that one moment in time in
     the above episode, you need to remember that when reading this. This
     is a repost of chapter one of a story I had on my other account…for
     the older readers, thank you for coming back…for the newer ones,
     enjoy!
***** Chapter 1 *****
Part A-Chapter 1
As Ethan walks back to his seat with Danny Stiles watches the way he moves
before scrambling into the spot next to Scott. He wants to tell Scott what he
just saw but he’s not sure if he should. Scott, Isaac and Boyd all seem really
keen on killing the twin Alpha’s that Stiles isn’t sure Scott will even listen
to his theory. Plus he knows Isaac and Boyd are going to listen in to
everything they talk about so that they can report back to Derek.
Stiles wishes that he could say he trusts them but he would be lying if he did.
After what Scott did to him with Gerard and how Boyd and Isaac acted after they
got the bite, the odds are not in either of their favors. He trusts Derek, he
really does, but Derek also has a tendency to act without thinking things
through and getting himself hurt in the process. Stiles can’t take that risk
either.
“What’s up?” Scott breaks him out of his thoughts.
Stiles turns to look at his friend and stares into his eyes for a moment. After
watching Scott glance back at Allison every few seconds from the corner of his
eyes he knows Scott isn’t the one to go to with his theory. He just can’t trust
him this time. He feels bad for it but he also wants people to come out of this
brewing fight alive and intact.
Stiles shakes his head. “Nothing man, just thinking about what happened last
night is all.” He fudges the truth a bit.
“I know dude, it was crazy. Thanks for being there for me by the way. I really
felt like I was losing my mind.”
Stiles hums. “You weren’t the only werewolf who felt that way. Besides, that’s
what brothers do.”
Scott smiles at him before not-so-subtly turning back around to watch Allison
talk to Lydia. With the way his eyes glaze over Stiles knows he’s staring at
Allison’s lips as she talks. Talk about creepy. Must be a werewolf trait.
Stiles turns sideways in his seat and glances back at Ethan and Danny. They
have their heads bent together and Danny’s excitedly telling Ethan about
something. Ethan has a soft smile on his face and his right hand is gently
stroking right under Danny’s nipple but off to the side a bit and over the
shirt. Stiles almost startles to realize that Ethan is stroking the spot right
where Danny’s surgical scar is.
And yes Stiles knows Danny has a scar on his chest. The guy practically hates
wearing shirts. He’s almost worse than Derek. So of course that means Stiles
has looked.
Ethan must sense him watching because he lifts his head and looks right at
Stiles. He gives Stiles an inquisitive look and again Stiles sees the same
thing in his eyes that he saw just moments before. Stiles gives a subtle shake
of the head, a quick quirk of the lips and turns back around in his seat.
He definitely saw what he thought he saw.
~!@#$%&@!~
Two days later he’s sitting on Lydia’s bed nearly ripping his hair out of his
scalp. Sometimes Lydia can be really dense. Right now she’s pacing the bedroom
and listing off all of the reasons she has for not needing to help Stiles with
his theory and growing plan. She’s currently on point number thirty six and
Stiles has never wanted her to shut up more than he does in this moment.
“Can you shut up already?” He finally blurts out just as she reaches point
number forty. “This is serious Lydia. The Alpha pack is strong and with only
two half assed packs that don’t even liking working together fighting them they
are just going to keep beating us down until we’re to hurt to fight and then
they’re going to finish us off one by one. If what I saw in Ethan’s eyes was
accurate than we have a real shot of taking the Alpha’s down from the inside. I
need your help and I also think it’s time we finally let Danny in on what’s
going on.”
Lydia stares at him for a moment before huffing and plopping down on her vanity
chair. “Why should I help? I mean, I want the Alpha pack gone too, obviously,
but you won’t even tell me what you think you saw in Ethan’s eyes so how am I
supposed to help?”
Stiles sighs. “You have to trust me on this Lydia. I know what I saw and I know
of a real way to fix this whole Alpha pack mess that way we can concentrate on
the druid and getting rid of it or him or her or whatever. We need to get Danny
in on it because we’re going to need another set of smart hands to help and
he’s just the person to do it.” he insists.
Lydia is looking at him with that same calculating look she gives him every
time he pretends not to know the answer to a question a teacher asks. Everyone
knows he’s pretty smart but they, and Lydia, don’t need to know that he’s a
genius who has scored a perfect score on the SATs every time he takes it which
started back in fifth grade.
He looks all around her room as he pretends to not notice her staring at him.
Two years ago he would have been preening under her attention but as of lately
and his newish found discovery of liking dick not so much. Lydia is still
beautiful to him but he’s not in love with her anymore. He never actually was.
He thought he was but he was only in love with the idea of being with someone
like her. Someone beautiful and popular and fearless. Someone who knows what
they want and isn’t afraid to step over people to get it. After actually
getting to know her these last few months he’s realized quite a few things
about her and himself and the love he thought he felt turned out to just be
repressed friendship. Once he stopped acting like a love sick goon and she
stopped acting like a stuck up bitch they realized they have a lot in common
and now spend more time hanging out like normal people. He thinks it’s a lot
better this way.
She finally sighs and gives up trying to read him but she still doesn’t seem so
convinced. “I’ll help but I still want to know what’s in it for me. You said I
have to stop fooling around with Aidan and he’s the only fun thing about all of
this crap going around town.” She whines.
Stiles resists rolling his eyes because he knows she hates it and will take
back her offer to help if she sees him doing it but he does shake his head at
her. “You need to stop screwing around with Aidan for two reasons. One, because
he’s just as ay as his brother and he pretty much pops a boner every time Isaac
walks in the room and two, because I don’t think Jackson is going to like
smelling another guy on you when he gets back to town.” He nearly snaps out.
This isn’t how he meant to tell her about Jackson but he needs her to get her
head out of her own cunt and get on board with keeping the people of Beacon
Hills alive and safe. Lydia may not be completely heartless but she is still
very conceited and thinks of herself first most of the time.
He watches as her entire body freezes up and she stares at him wide eyed. He
knows she hasn’t talked to Jackson since he left for London but he also knows
that she still loves him deeply and would drop everything to be with him if she
could. Her parents may be trying to buy her affections ever since the divorce
but they aren’t dumb enough to let her move to London to live with her
boyfriend and his parents. They’d end up with a pregnant daughter before they
could even finalize the divorce papers. Not a good idea at all.
“What?” she croaks.
Stiles sighs again and rubs a hand down his face. “I’ve been talking to Jackson
ever since he left for London and we’ve been working on a way to get him back
into Beacon Hills for good again. His and mother have already started their new
firms and they can’t leave but we’ve been working on getting them to either let
him stay at their old home or letting him move in with a close friend until he
turns eighteen next summer. I’ve been talking to my dad about it. The only way
Jackson can live alone is if he gets emancipated from his parents but then that
would take away his trust fund and his college fund so we can’t do that. The
second idea was having my dad offer to take Jackson in until he turns eighteen.
Dad said yes but we’re still waiting for Mr. Whitmore to get back from his
business trip so Jackson can ask him. This was going to be a surprise but since
I need your help with this and you’ll only take a bribe to do it then the love
of your life should be a good enough bribe don’t you think?” he smirks.
Lydia is still sitting frozen but Stiles can tell she hasn’t gone into shock or
anything because her jaw is ticking and she’s blinking like a hundred miles per
hour practically. “I’m sorry. Can you repeat that please?” she finally asks in
a small voice.
Stiles chuckles and nods. “You heard correctly Lydia. Jackson and I have been
talking all summer and we’re pretty sure we’ve found a way for him to move back
to Beacon Hills.” He says simply this time.
Lydia still doesn’t look like she believes him but there is a bright spark of
hope in her eyes that means she won’t question him…too much. “How have you and
Jackson been talking all summer when he hated you before he moved?”
Stiles shrugs. “About a week after everything went down, right before he left
for London, I went to his house to talk to him about things. Derek was helping
him learn to physically control the wolf but I wanted to take him some books
and papers on how to anchor himself and stuff like that. In true Jackson
fashion he refused to read anything and being me I refused to give up because I
know how Jackson is. I read the main stuff to him and things just went from
there. I told him I was going to call him once a week to see how his control
was going and after the first two weeks I started calling more often and then
he started calling me too when he needed help or when he just wanted to talk. I
don’t know, one day we just started talking about him coming back and then we
started plotting on how we could make that happen. When I told my dad he was
all for the plan now we just need to talk to Jackson’s dad.”
“Why didn’t he call me if he needed something?” Lydia asks, her voice sounding
distantly hurt.
“Because he couldn’t. The second he would have heard your voice he would have
lost all that control he spent weeks learning and he would have hurt something.
Without any of us there to help him and to talk him out of it he wouldn’t have
been able to explain it to anyone and he would have exposed himself. That’s why
him coming back was going to be a surprise, even though he’s under control
there are many things that could set him off and you’re one of them.”
Lydia sighs and nods her head. “I guess that makes sense. What do you need me
to do?” she asks.
Stiles grins. “I need you to finish completing the Bestiary and find everything
there is to know about Alpha packs.” He says.
“How am I going to do that? Chris Argent has the Bestiary and he and Allison
are supposed to be out of the family business for good.” She snips at him.
Stiles rolls his eyes. “I copied the Bestiary onto a flash drive of my own
before I gave Chris his dads copy back. I’m been adding my own information to
it but I need the thing translated in order to figure out what information I
already have and what I need to add to it. Plus I need it translated so I can
turn the information into an actual book to carry around and add things too.
Flash drives are too easily destroyed or copied or given a virus and I can’t
take that chance on the Bestiary.” He explains.
Lydia nods and holds her hand out. Stiles reaches into in pocket and pulls out
the flash drive before dropping it into her outstretched hand. She palms it for
a moment, rubs it between her fingers and then holds it up to eye level so she
can study it. Stiles rolls his eyes and scuffs. “You can sniff it too if you
want. It’s just a regular flash drive filled with information. Just like the
kind we use for school.” He can’t help but say sarcastically.
It’s moments like these that Stiles is glad he’s not in ‘love’ with Lydia
anymore because the old love struck Stiles would barely be able to get a
sentence out in front of her let alone baiting her to argue back with him or
bribing her into helping him. The old Stiles would have given up after the
first eyebrow lift and walked away with his invisible tail tucked between his
legs. Stiles is definitely glad he figured out his feelings and made a new
friend.
“So what does your plan entail you to do?” she enquires.
“I’m going straight to the source.”
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Stiles confronts Ethan...
Chapter Notes
     I couldn’t kill Boyd…I really couldn’t. This is probably officially
     AU for the rest of the season. I might add small details here and
     there but the real plot for the show is not going to be worked into
     this. This is all based off one moment of season 3 and the rest is
     from me.
Part A-Chapter 2
Three days after bribing Lydia to help him Stiles is currently standing in line
to head into Jungle. He overheard Danny and Ethan making plans to come here
tonight and dance. He needs to make his move quick before someone else gets
hurt. Kali tricked Derek into fighting her alone and they nearly lost Boyd
because of it.
Once again Stiles saw that little something in Ethan’s eyes. He was
disconnected and pretty much only moving on memory function. He just looked
like he would rather be anywhere else but there.
Stiles flashes his fake ID to the bouncer with a wide smile on his face. The
bouncer studies the ID before flicking his eyes up to Stiles’ face. The bouncer
is pretty damned good looking. He has copper red hair that’s spiked at the top,
vibrant blue eyes and deep dimples in his cheeks when he suddenly smiles at
Stiles. He beckons him closer with his finger and Stiles leans in closer so he
can hear what the guy wants to say.
The bouncer puts his lips right against Stiles’ and Stiles can’t help the
shiver of arousal that slivers down his spine. He’s so glad he realized he was
into guys when he did because now he can indulge when he wants. “I know this is
a fake but you’re so damned pretty that I’m going to let you in anyway as long
as you save me a dance in about half an hour.” The bouncer whispers.
Stiles smiles. Even though it’s not his favorite compliment to be called pretty
he knows some guys do it because they thinks he’s so innocent and
inexperienced. Stiles hasn’t been that since the beginning of the summer when
he got drunk at Jamie Lansky’s party and hooked up with her hot older brother
and realized he really really like it. After that Stiles just couldn’t help but
explore that newly opened side of him.
“Promise.” He breathes.
The bouncer pulls back with a megawatt smile. “Good. I’ll meet you on the dance
floor at 11:30 sharp.” He says with a leer.
Stiles chuckles, nods and takes his fake ID making sure to slide his fingers
along the bouncers before pulling away completely and walking into the club.
The second he enters the club he’s hit with the pounding vibrations of the
music and the thousands of strobe lights flickering on pretty much every
surface in the club. He eyes immediately scan the place for someone to dance
with and his fingers twitch and itch to touch someone. To caress someone.
Stiles spots Ethan and Danny dancing and shakes his head to clear his mind. He
needs to focus on what he came here to do and then once he’s done he can dance
with someone. Preferably the hot bouncer who let him in even with a fake ID.
Maybe after he talks with Ethan he’ll find the bouncer dance for a little while
and then take the guy home. His dad works the late shift tonight anyway. He can
finally have some fun.
Stiles orders a Sprite on the rocks because Coke is just nasty as hell and then
leans against the bar to watch Danny and Ethan dance. He can admit that the two
of them make a beautiful pair. Their bodies fit together like they were made
that way, like a puzzle that just found its missing piece. Stiles really hopes
he’s right about Ethan because he and Danny both deserve to be happy. He also
hopes Ethan doesn’t have to take his own brother down. Stiles remembers how
Derek looked after killing Peter, even though Peter was a psycho he was still
the only family Derek had left at the time. That kind of shit gets to you,
Stiles would know.
Finally after about ten minutes of watching the couple Danny pulls away with a
smile and gestures toward the bar. Ethan nods but doesn’t move to come with
Danny. Stiles knows this is his chance. He slides away from the bar and keeps
out of Danny’s range of sight as he makes his way onto the dance floor where
Ethan is currently rolling his body to the music.
When Stiles gets close enough for Ethan to sense Ethan’s eyes snap open and
stare straight at him. Stiles puts on his most charming smile and slide right
up against Ethan’s body and begins moving to the music. Ethan freezes for a
moment, his eyes flashing red before he too begins moving along with Stiles to
the music. Ethan brings his hands up, claws and all, and clenches them around
Stiles’ hips. Stiles jumps a little and bits his lip to keep himself from
moaning out loud. Ethan doesn’t need to know that what he’s doing is turning
Stiles on more than it’s scaring him away.
Ethan leans in real close to Stiles’ ear and whispers, “What do you want?”
Stiles tries to be innocent about it at first but then Ethan rolls his eyes and
digs his claws in deeper. This time Stiles can’t hold back his reaction too
well. His eyes slip closed and a low moan is rips from his throat. He gives
himself a moment to calm down before he opens them again and stares straight at
Ethan.
“I came to talk to you. Can we do it civilly or do we need to make a scene?” he
answers.
Ethan’s eyebrows shoot up onto his forehead and the reaction is so similar to
Derek’s that Stiles pauses for a moment in guilt before remembering why he’s
doing this in the first place. He needs all of this to stop and would like his
friends and family to all be alive when it does. With Ennis already gone and
Kali becoming Deucalion’s right hand man, sort to speak, Stiles’ only chance to
take the Alpha pack down is through Ethan and possibly Aiden. Stiles knows he
can get through to Ethan ultimately but he’s not so sure about Aiden. Aiden is
naturally sadistic and mean; you can’t change a man overnight.
Ethan kind of sighs and moves to pull back but stops when Stiles places his
hand on Ethan’s arm. “I don’t want Danny to see me just yet. Keep dancing; I’ll
blend into the crowd more that way. The music is too loud for anyone to
overhear us anyway.” Stiles instructs.
Ethan nods, slides his leg in-between Stiles’ and starts rocking to the music
again. Stiles his lip and dips his head for a moment. He has to remind himself
that’s he’s not here to play right now that he’s here to bring Ethan to the
good side. He can play later when the bouncer goes on break. He steadies
himself and starts rocking back.
“What do you want Stiles?” Ethan asks once they find a rhythm to the beat.
“I came here to talk to you about the Alpha Pack and maybe bringing Danny in
one the know-how of everything.” he decides honesty is the best policy.
Ethan is surprised into silence for a few moments. “Why would I tell you
anything about my pack?” he finally answers. Stiles notes that he doesn’t
object to telling Danny the truth though. That’s a start, a good start.
“Because they are not who you think they are and Danny’s a friend of mine. He
would be very upset if you died.”
In retaliation to Stiles’ answer Ethan runs his claws along Stiles’ side hard
enough to tear Stiles’ shirt and leave shallow scratches down his side. Stiles
hisses but doesn’t jerk away. He was being honest about not starting a scene
but he can’t help but imagine, just for a second, of doing this with someone
else and having them draw their claws lightly along his skin. He wishes very
much that it could happen but he knows he’s breaking several people’s trust in
doing this and he’s not sure if he’ll be able to get it back once this is all
said and done. It’s a price worth paying to make sure everyone he loves is safe
and out of harm’s way at least for a little bit.
“Why would I end up dead? My pack is the one that’s going to be doing all of
the killing.” He bites out.
Stiles sighs and shakes his head. The current song ends and an even more upbeat
song comes on. Neither Stiles nor Ethan even misses a beat as the music changes
and the dancing becomes faster. They are too focused on each other to even
notice really. To an outsider it may look like too lovers dancing intimately
but if anyone actually looked hard enough they would plainly see the tension
between the two young men.
“Ethan you know that I know that you’re not as stupid as you pretend to be for
your brother. I don’t know why you let him run the show for you guys and I
really don’t care but it’s about time you step up and become your own person.
Just because you two turn into one big Alpha doesn’t mean there is only one of
you as a human.”
Ethan growls. “I am myself. My brother doesn’t own or run Me.” he denies.
“I know what you saw that night at the motel.” Stiles cuts him off before he
can lie anymore.
Ethan shuts his mouth with a snap and stares at Stiles.
“You were holding a saw up to your stomach poised to cut yourself open. Almost
as if you wanted to cut something out of yourself, separate yourself from
something…or someone.”
Ethan growls again. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Stiles laughs at him, he can’t help. Ethan just tries so hard to not be himself
that he ends up being just like his brother. Stiles is actually kind of glad he
saw a glimpse of the real Ethan on the bus because Ethan deserves to be himself
and not forced into being a matching pair of his brother. “Yes I do Ethan. I
know that as much as you love your brother you do not want to follow in his
footsteps for the rest of your life. That’s not who you are. You’re not like
him. You have a kind heart and are quick to find love while your brother is
mean and hateful and pushes people away the second they begin to show feelings
around him. Do you really want to turn into that?” Stiles asks seriously. No
trace of a smile left on his face anymore.
Ethan actually pauses to think about it. No one has ever pointed this out to
him and until recently he’s never thought to think it himself. Things changed
when he and his brother came to Beacon Hills with the Alpha pack. He met Danny
and saw love for the first time that wasn’t familial love. He saw a group of
wayward teens trying to be a real pack and found friendship and no judgments.
He saw Derek and found a man trying to desperately to fix the mistakes of his
past, mistakes he shouldn’t even be taking blame in because they weren’t his
fault.
“I won’t.” he tries to sound strong but even he can feel the questions and
fears seeping into his voice.
“Deucalion is trying to mold you and your brother into his perfect little
soldiers so that he never has to actually do any heavy lifting so to speak. He
doesn’t care what happens to you, any of you. Hell, he even killed Ennis and
made it look like he died after the fight with Derek so that you guys would get
mad and go after him. You have to see this Ethan. If you let it go on any
longer you’re not going to be able to save your brother from completely giving
into the wolf side of himself and becoming a real killer.”
Ethan jerks when Stiles mentions Ennis and his eyes get real big. “Deucalion
didn’t kill Ennis.” It comes out as half a statement and half a question.
Stiles winces in sympathy but nods. “Yes he did. Deaton called me after it
happened. He said that he fixed Ennis up but that it would take him a few days
to actually heal up. I guess Deucalion didn’t like that and literally snapped
Ennis’ brain in half, killing him and taking his Alpha power. What do you think
he’s going to do with you or your brother or Kali if one of you get injured and
can’t fight? You think he’s just going to give you time to heal up? No, he’s
going to see you as weak and get rid of you just like he did with Ennis. Ennis
became dead weight after the fight with Derek so Deucalion got rid of the extra
weight. He’ll do the same thing to you and your brother and even Kali without
even a second thought. Just to get more power.”
Stiles can feel Ethan’s resolve slipping. He knows that Ethan can sense the
truth in his words and can’t defend Deucalion anymore. Instead he only asks one
thing.
“Do you think we can really save my brother? I can’t lose him. We already lost
our entire pack and he’s my brother, my twins, the other half of me.” Ethan
pleads softly. All thoughts of not sounding weak thrown out the window once he
realized the real truth.
Stiles holds his smile in and can breathe out a slow breath. He has Ethan on
his side and they now actually have a fighting chance against Deucalion and
probably Kali, who is too far gone to try and show her the errors of her ways.
She doesn’t care anymore about that kind of thing. She gave into her wolf a
long time ago, that’s probably why she’s always half transformed. She can’t
rail the wolf back far enough to even appear human. She an animal now, the
human side of her is gone.
“Yes, I think we can save your brother. He may not care about humans but he
does care about you. You are the only family he has left and he knows just as
much as you do that he can’t lose you. Losing you would be like death anyway.
Kali isn’t savable though, I hope you know that.”
Ethan nods. “Yeah. She lost herself about three years ago. One too many kills
and the wolf takes over completely. The human side of her hasn’t resurfaced
since. I don’t even know if the human side is even alive inside her anymore. As
long as I can save my brother’s life I will help you, I don’t care about kali
or Deucalion. Just make sure Scott, Derek or anyone else doesn’t harm him.”
Stiles nods. “We need to talk about this more. There are some things you need
to know and someone you need to meet that’s going to be working with us. Why
don’t we meet Saturday at the old Cotton Mill on the edge of town? It’s far
enough away from town that no one will be able to smell or hear us without us
hearing them first. Don’t bring your brother, not yet. Just bring Danny.”
Ethan nods. “Alright. You need to go; Danny is heading back to me.” Stiles
nods, let’s go of Ethan and turns to walk away when Ethan’s hand shoots out and
grabs his wrist. “I trust you with this Stiles. This better not be some trick
to take me and my brother down because if it is I’ll make sure I survive long
enough to slit your father’s throat wide open right in front of you,
understand?” he growls.
Stiles swallows but let’s his eyes visibly harden. “I understand. This isn’t
some joke or prank or scheme. I want my friends and family safe and until
Deucalion, kali and the Darach are dead that’s not going to happen. I’d rather
have your help then have another dead body on my hands. And if you ever
threaten me about my father again I’ll shove wolfs bane down your throat and
make you watch as I kill your brother while you choke on your insides.”
Ethan studies Stiles for another moment before nodding and acknowledging the
mutual threat before turning around and walking towards Danny’s approach so he
doesn’t see Stiles.
Stiles lets out a quiet snort and pulls his phone out of his pocket as it
vibrates.
One New Text.
From Kanman: I talked to my parents. We’re good to go. My flight gets in at six
tomorrow night so your ass better be at the airport to pick me up.
Stiles rolls his eyes at the demanding tone in the text but a small smile
graces his face. Jackson really has grown to become one of his best friends.
Maybe even more so than Scott in some ways lately, Scott’s been so concerned
with Allison and Isaac that he barely keeps Stiles informed on what’s going on.
That’s why Stiles decided to takes things into his own hands before anyone else
died or got hurt.
Stiles shoves his phone back into his pocket without bothering to answer
because he knows Jackson doesn’t expect him to. They’ll see each other tomorrow
anyway.
Stiles looks up and see the bouncer walk in the club and scan the dance floor.
A real flirty smile curves at Stiles’ lips and he begins to make his way
towards the older man. Things are finally starting to go his way so tonight
he’s going to have a little fun for himself.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     Stiles and Jackson reunite and Stiles thinks it's time to tell his
     father the truth...but he's the one going to be surprised.
Chapter Notes
     Alright guys, I know there hasn’t been much Derek yet but there will
     be soon I promise. He was absent for a whole episode after the attack
     with Ennis so it’s the same idea. He’s off licking his wounds and
     healing up just like in the show. He’s just not with Jennifer because
     I don’t like her or them together, which you will see in a few
     chapters or so. She’ll try but he’s just not that into her lol. Hope
     you like where I’m going with this so far! OH, I know Jackson may
     seem OOC but since he wasn’t in 3A anyway I jumped on the chance to
     write him as I want but don’t worry cocky sassy Jackson will make an
     appearance soon!
Part A-Chapter 3
Stiles impatiently taps his foot against the tiled floor of the airport while
he waits for Jackson’s flight to land. He’s still got about half an hour until
then but he had to come early or risk Scott following him here.
At school earlier Scott asked if Stiles would go to Derek’s loft and see if
he’s back yet. They found out he’s alive and healed a few days ago but he still
hasn’t made any contact with anyone. Apparently Scott is getting impatient but
he refuses to be the one to actually approach Derek. It must be his ‘true
Alpha’ side that’s making him suddenly prideful. It took everything in himself
not to roll his eyes at Scott.
Instead he made an excuse about meeting his dad for dinner and then walked away
before Scott could ask any more questions. He knows Scott is going to find out
about Jackson soon but if Stiles would have told him right then and there Scott
would have gotten pissed and tried to stop Jackson from coming back. Jackson
may not be the Kanima anymore but Scott is a prideful asshole who holds a
grudge like nobody’s business.
His phone buzzes in his hands.
From Dad: Has he arrived yet?
From Stiles: No, not yet. He’s not due for another twenty minutes or so.
From Dad: When he gets in I want you two to head to the station. I’m having
dinner delivered and we can sit in the office and talk about some things.
From Stiles: Okay
From Dad: Have you told Scott yet?
From Stiles: No, Jackson starts school with me tomorrow so he’ll find out then.
I just don’t want any drama while Jackson settles in. don’t say anything if you
see or hear from him.
From Dad: I won’t son. I’ll see you in a bit. Love you.
From Stiles: Thanks dad. Love you too.
Stiles smiles at his phone. Even though he misses his mom something fierce he
knows he got lucky having a dad like his. Most dads would have shipped their
kids off to boarding or military schools by now. But his dad believes in him
and knows that no matter what is happening around them that Stiles always does
the right thing and will come to him when it’s time.
Stiles has been thinking about it more often. Telling his dad about everything
could change a lot of things for them. They would have someone on the force on
their side and it would also make if dad look good because he would know what
was going on more often and be able to either catch the bad guys better or hide
the supernatural parts better and make the cases as clean as possible.
His dad deserves to know what’s going on, especially now that there will be a
werewolf living under his roof for the next couple of months. Stiles nods his
head to himself and makes the decision to tell his dad tonight everything over
dinner with Jackson. He can even get his dad in on the plan and have backup in
case they can’t get close enough to actually kill Deucalion or Kali, which he’s
hoping won’t happen. Stiles can’t even begin to think about what those two
would do if they were arrested.
Jackson can be the proof Stiles needs to make his dad believe. He doesn’t think
his dad is going to freak out or anything drastic but finding out that
werewolves exist is going to be hard to handle no matter who it is.
“Flight 1017 from London Paris has now arrived. Thank you and have a wonderful
night.”
Stiles lifts his head from staring at his hands and slowly stands. He rubs his
sweaty palms against the legs of his jeans and then rolls his eyes at himself
because he’s acting like a lover about to see their love for the first time in
a long time. He and Jackson are good friends now but he sure as hell doesn’t
love the guy in that way.
He’s more nervous about the fact that he and Jackson may be good friends now
but they haven’t been face to face in months. They’ve been talking on the phone
sure but never in person. He knows Jackson isn’t going to suddenly hate him
again as soon as he sees his face but he can’t help but be nervous because of
their history.
He watches as Jackson comes through the crowd, watches as Jackson scans the
room looking for him and then watches as a smile breaks out onto Jackson’s face
the second he sees Stiles. Stiles is immediately relieved and smiles back as
widely as he can. Jackson walks right up to Stiles and pulls him into the
biggest bear hug in the history of bear hugs. Jackson’s hug can almost rival
the ones his dad gives him every Christmas and every year on his mother’s
birthday.
Stiles chuckles. “Good to see you man.” He breathes.
Jackson nods and buried his face in his Stiles neck. “Feels good to be home.
You already feel like pack, like family. It sucked being in London and feeling
the distance between me and everyone. Almost made me hate being a wolf,
couldn’t stand being so far away. Got worse after we became friends because all
my wolf and I wanted to do was scent you as family and protect you.” he
babbles.
Stiles smiles and hugs Jackson back even tighter. “Glad to hear you and your
wolf consider me family dude, I feel the same way. Come on, my dad wants to
have dinner with us and I’ve decided to use to as my Ginny pig when I tell him
that werewolves exist.”
Jackson snorts and pulls back with a shake of his head. “He better not kick my
ass out, I refuse to go back to London now that I’m officially home. I’ll just
have to sneak into your room every night and take over your bed while you sleep
on the floor.”
Stiles laughs and reaches down to grab the suitcase Jackson dropped when he
pulled Stiles into the hug. “I don’t think my dad would kick you out, even if
he freaks about the werewolf thing you’re still a teenage kid with nowhere to
live. He won’t put you on the street.”
“Good. And thanks Stiles.”
“No problem man, we’re family now. It’s what family does.” To be polite Stiles
doesn’t tease Jackson for the little blissed out happy smile that appears on
his face at Stiles’ words.
~!@#$%&!~
Stiles fidgets in his seat as he watches his dad finish up the last of his
dinner. He wanted to wait until after his dad ate but before he laid down
whatever ground rules he has just in case he changes them after Stiles reveals
everything. He’s still going through with it but he’s getting more nervous with
every tick of the clock on the wall. He knows Jackson can smell it because the
teen keeps shooting Stiles worried glances that are catching his dad’s
attention.
Finally his dad sighs and sets his container of broccoli and pork on his desk
and sits back in his seat. “What is it Stiles? You’re practically vibrating in
your seat which means you have to tell me something pretty big. Spit it out
already.” He demands.
Stiles winces but he hadn’t thought he was being that obvious. He sets his food
down as well and braces himself against the seat. “Yes dad, there are some I
need you tell you tonight. I know you know that I’ve been hiding some stuff
from you for the past few months and that it has put a strain around the
house.” His dad gives him a ‘no shit Sherlock’ look but there’s an underlining
of love and fondness so Stiles knows his dad understands to a certain degree
about keeping secrets. “A few things have happened the last few days and I
think it’s time you let you in on the secrets. You might freak out but please
keep an open mind.” Stiles pleads.
The Sheriff arches his brow at the open mind part but nods his head and makes a
gesture for Stiles to go on.
Stiles takes a deep breath and shoots Jackson a grateful smile when he lays his
hand gently on Stiles’ arm. “I know that there have been some weird things
happening in town for a while and that every single death we’ve had hasn’t been
able to be explained and are still open cases. There is a reason for that.”
“What is the reason? Stiles if you know something you need to tell me.” The
Sheriff demands.
Stiles holds his hands up in a surrendering gesture. “Dad relax, I’m about to
tell you everything right now. This is where the open minded part comes in to
play. I need you to promise me that you’re going to sit there and listen to
everything I have to say, even if it starts to get weird or unbelievable.”
The Sheriff looks from Stiles to Jackson and then back again. He takes in the
boys’ serious faces and realizes that he may not entirely like what he’s about
to hear. He takes a deep breath of his own, closes his eyes for a moment and
sends a silent pray up to his deceased wife asking for the strength to get
through the next couple of hours. He opens his eyes again and meets Stiles’
head on. “Alright son, I promise to sit here silently and listen to everything
you two have to say.”
Stiles nods and The Sheriff notes the flash of relief that crosses through
Stiles’ expression. Stiles then proceeds to tell his dad everything that has
happened in the last few months starting with the night Scott got bit. He tells
him about the bite and about the body and about Derek really being innocent. He
told him about the Alpha being Peter Hale and then Derek killing him. He told
him about the Kanima and Matt and Gerard and then Peter coming back to life.
And then he ended everything by telling his dad about the Alpha Pack and the
Darach. When he has gotten through everything, even going back to repeat a few
things just in case, Stiles sits back in his seat and waits for the Sheriff to
snap or get angry.
The Sheriff ends up doing something nether of them expected. He sighs and
curses under his breath. “I was hoping you would never have to find out about
the Supernatural world.” He says.
Stiles splutters and Jackson makes a sound of confusion. “What is that supposed
to mean? Have you known about everything this whole time?” Stiles cries.
The Sheriff shakes his head. “No, I’ve known about the Supernatural world for a
long time. Since the day your mother passed away actually, but I didn’t know
about what’s been going on in town the last few months. I had a feeling it had
to do with the Supernatural but I never actually saw any outward signs so I
didn’t go looking. I’m starting to wish I did though.”
Stiles swallows. “What do you mean you found out about the Supernatural world
the day mom died?” he asks in a small voice.
The Sheriff gives Stiles a sad look and then looks down at his hands. “The day
your mother passed away there was a pretty bad accident out on highway 12. A
woman was pinned to a tree by a car. The moment I saw her I knew the car had
pretty much cut her body in half. She told me she was out running in the woods
when she heard tires screeching. She said she jogged to the road to see if
anyone was hurt when the car hit her head on and drove her straight into the
tree. Even though I knew she wasn’t going to make it once they removed the car
I stayed with her and held her hand while we waited for help. After a little
while she became very groggy and loopy. She started telling me things about her
and her family. Weird stuff. Stuff like how she loves to shift and feel like a
real wolf when she runs, stuff about her family getting together once a month
and running and howling together. I didn’t understand it at the time, I thought
she was just making stuff up because she was scared and didn’t want to think
about the fact that she was dying. I could tell she was fading fast because she
starting breathing shallowly and the talking got less and less as time went by.
Right before she finally passed away she told me that I didn’t have to stay
with her anymore, that I should really leave and get to the hospital to be with
Stiles and Claudia. I was so startled that I checked my phone to see if there
were any messages but there wasn’t. I do remember the time reading 4:17pm. When
help arrived I booked it to the hospital. They told me Claudia had passed away.
When I asked what time she passed the hospital told me it was 4:17. That was
day I started looking at things differently and doing research on the woman
that died. I learned about the Supernatural that night but I never actually
encountered it myself I just knew it was out there.”
Stiles is stunned. His dad has never shared this with him, nor has he written
it down for Stiles to find. He honestly never would have guessed that his dad
already knew about the Supernatural. Every time something bad happens or
something goes wrong Stiles’ first thought is that it is Supernatural based.
But apparently not his father. He’s content to know about the Supernatural and
had never needed to seek it out before. That is definitely where he and his
father differ. He sticks his nose all up in the Supernatural business while his
father just sits back and keeps and open eye on it.
“How come you’ve never told me any of this before?” Stiles asks.
The Sheriff snorts. “Because you’re still a kid Stiles. You may be a teenager
but you are still my kid. There was no way in hell I was going to randomly and
willingly sit you down and tell you about the things that go bump in the night.
I wanted to protect you from that stuff.” The Sheriff leans forward and places
his elbows on his desk. He runs his hands through his hair and sighs.
“Obviously you came clean about everything for a reason. You need my help. What
can I do?”
“Well, I talked to Ethan last night. He’s on our side and we can get his
brother to join him with a little pushing but Kali and Deucalion aren’t going
to be able to be saved. I don’t think trapping them and trying to arrest them
is going to work because Kali is too wild and Deucalion is too powerful. I can
already tell it is going to come down to their deaths, as much as I don’t like
that I also don’t like my friends and family being targets either. We need to
wait for them to make a trap for us and then trap them inside with us.” Stiles
explains.
“How do we know they will trap us?” Jackson asks before the Sheriff can.
“Because it’s what they’ve been doing this whole time. They keep waiting for
the right moment and then trapping Derek just to taunt him. I can tell they’re
building up to a bigger trap. They’re going to go after the whole pack next.
Try and get us in the same place and then try and take us out. If Ethan and I
can get Aiden on our side then we’ll have two people on the inside and we can
set our trap up while they set theirs up.”
“What about this Darach person? Do you have any idea who they could be?” The
Sheriff asks
Stiles sighs and shakes his head. “Sadly no. I’ve been doing research and
trying to narrow it down but nothing is standing out. I do know that the
sacrifices have meanings and that if the Darach completes all the sacrifices
they will have ultimate power but I just can’t figure out who the actual Darach
is. I’m hoping that once we get rid of the Alpha Pack the Darach will make more
of an appearance because the Alpha Pack will be out of the way. We need to just
deal with the Alpha Pack as quickly as we can and then focus our attention on
the Darach.”
The Sheriff nods. “Alright, for now you and Jackson need to head home. Get him
settled in and just relax for tonight. I’ll follow you both to school tomorrow
to re-enroll Jackson and we’ll go from there.”
Stiles and Jackson both nod as they stand and gather their trash. They toss the
trash away and turn towards the door when the Sheriff calls to them. “Can you
show me Jackson?” he asks.
Stiles nods at Jackson and then watches as the Sheriff’s eyes widen and take in
Jackson’s transformed face. Stiles hides his grin, he’ll never admit it out
loud but he loves the way werewolves look. He finds their facial features and
bone structures to be amazingly fascinating. He would really love to study them
closely, preferably Derek’s. But that’s also another thing Stiles will never
admit out loud. Or maybe only to Jackson since Jackson already guessed it
months ago. Being away has made him more perceptive to things other than
himself and Lydia.
“Thank you son.” The Sheriff tells Jackson after her shifts back.
“You’re welcome sir and thank you for letting me live with you and Stiles for a
while. I promise to keep to myself and clean my messes.” Jackson says politely.
The sheriff rolls his eyes and smiles fondly. “Call me John, you’re family now.
Just blame the messes on Stiles like I do.” John teases.
Stiles’ eyes widen in horror and he mock gasps. John laughter follows behind
the boys after Jackson pushes Stiles out the door and through the station to
the outside.
Stiles decides again not to comment on the little pleased smile on Jackson’s
face at his dads words.
***** Part A-Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Summary
     First blow out with Scott.
Chapter Notes
     Kind of a heavy chapter for me. There was so much I wanted to say
     about Scott and what type of a friend he’s been in the last few
     seasons but I didn’t want the whole chapter to be one big rant so I
     put a little bit in here and then I’ll do some more later on in the
     story. You’ll understand why after you read this chapter. I promise
     Derek is coming very soon!
“Are you nervous?” Jackson asks the next morning on the way to school.
Stiles is currently sitting at the last red light before he has to turn into
the school parking lot jiggling his leg and biting his bottom lip raw. Stiles
shoots Jackson a quick glance before giving in and nodding. “Kind of. I don’t
think Scott is going to be pissed that you’re back or anything but he may be
pissed that I kept it from him.” He admits.
Jackson shrugs. “No offense dude, but who cares. From what you’ve told me on
the phone Scott hasn’t been around much because of Allison and Isaac, which
isn’t cool by the way, so he really can’t blame you for not telling himself
something that he hasn’t even been around to hear. And if he gets in your face
I’ll just knock his ass to the ground, true Alpha or not.” Jackson sniffs.
Stiles chuckles. “Thanks man. It should be okay. Even if he gets pissed he’ll
be glad to have another werewolf on our side. Just don’t tell him about Ethan
and Aiden, he’s too close to Allison and I don’t trust her anymore. Haven’t
since the whole thing with Kate. And please, Jackson, do not freak out if you
smell Aiden on Lydia. They had a fling for a little while but they broke it off
nearly a week ago okay? Just try to keep in control in case his scent is still
lingering on her at all.” He warns.
Jackson takes a deep breath before nodding. “Alright. I’ve been working on my
control all summer so I should be fine. If I start to lose control I’ll just
head to the nearest bathroom and splash cold water on my face, which seemed to
be the best way to shock my wolf back into place when I was in London.”
Stiles nods. “Good. Alright, time to face the music.” He says as he pulls into
his normal parking space in the school lot.
All eyes immediately turn to stare the second he and Jackson step out of his
jeep. Stiles turns and waves to his father who passes them and heads to the
visitors lot. His phone vibrates immediately.
From dad: Go straight to the office and meet me there. I just got a call about
a breaking and entering so I need to be in and out as quickly as possible.
From Stiles: Alright.
“Come on man, dad got called into the office early so we have to get to the
office so he can leave.” Stiles says.
Jackson follows him up the stairs and to the school’s entrance. “Everything
okay? Was there another death?”
Stiles shakes his head. “Not that I know of, just a breaking and entering but
dads in a hurry anyway.”
~!@#$%&@!~
“Thank god they put me in the same classes as you, I’m not sure I can take all
of this staring without having a freak out or two.” Jackson admits as he takes
the seat right next to Stiles in English about half an hour later.
Stiles chuckles and shakes his head. “I know you’ve been gone for a little
while but I’m pretty sure your hissy fits are still very much the normal around
here.” He teases.
Jackson sends him a mock outraged look and reaches over and shoves him out of
his chair. Stiles cannot help the girly squeak that comes out of his mouth but
he wishes he could when several of the surrounding students laugh at him. For
the first time though, the laughter doesn’t sound mocking or malicious. When he
places himself back in his seat he glances around and sees some of the other
kids shaking their heads with friendly smiles on their faces. Stiles internally
rolls his eyes because it looks like Jackson still has pull over the student
body, even if he has been away for several months.
Stiles looks over at Jackson and sees the older boy trying to hide a smile but
not really succeeding very well. Stiles opens his mouth to through a retort
when the classroom door opens and Scott and Allison step inside. Stiles
instantly freezes up and holds himself stiffly in his chair. It still very much
stings that Scott chooses Allison over their friendship a lot of the time.
Stiles risked his life by stepping into a gasoline circle and was willing to
commit suicide with Scott yet Allison still trumps him all because she sewed
him up in a bathroom. She wouldn’t have even needed to sew him up if he had
just get over his guilt about Derek and let himself heal. By of course
Allison’s deed is better than his; she’s pretty and gives him the sex that they
think no one knows they are still having.
Scott also freezes but his eyes are not on Stiles they are on Jackson’s.
Scott’s eyes widen in horror and then narrow in suppressed jealousy because
Jackson is currently sitting in the seat that Scott usually sits in. on any
other day Stiles would be happy about Scott getting jealous over someone
wanting to be near him but he’s still too hurt and pissed to give a fuck.
Stiles knows its kinds of a dickhead move but he leans to the side and nudges
Jackson’s shoulder. “Ignore him for now. If he wants to talk he can wait until
class is over where no one can everything you guy’s say.” he whispers.
Jackson shoots him a subtly grateful look and turns to the board without
another glance to Scott. Stiles watches out of the corner of his eyes as Scott
and Allison make their way to the back of the room to the last two available
seats. He notes that Scott has a wounded puppy dog look about him and that
Allison is glaring hard at him. Right now Stiles just doesn’t give a shit about
Allison. He feels a little bad about making Scott feel upset but he stopped
caring about Allison the second she turned crazy the first time and shot arrows
at him and Scott just because Kate told her to.
After that he made nice as long as he could but after she helped her
grandfather kidnap him and then he found out about her shooting Erica and Boyd
full of arrows, nearly killing them both, he stopped making nice all together
and barely even looked at her whenever she came around to be with Scott.
Stiles looks her straight in the eyes and lifts his finger to flip her off.
Scott is too busy looking through his backpack and trying to find something
that he doesn’t see it happen. Allison’s eyes widen but Stiles ignores her now
and turns back to the board himself. He’s done letting her mess with his life.
He’s going to stick to his plan and get the Alpha pack out of the way and when
this is all said and done he and Scott are going to sit down for a very long
talk. If Scott still wants to be friends with Stiles then there are things that
are going to need to change.
~!@#$%&@!~
As soon as the bells rings to signal that class is over both Jackson and Stiles
stand up with their bags and head towards the door. They are both aware of
Scott getting up to follow them so they lead Scott down the hallway and to the
currently closed Chemistry classroom.
When they reach the classroom Stiles steps aside and lets Jackson and Scott
enter the room before him. Stiles smirks to himself because Allison is a couple
of spaces behind Scott because she’s texting on her phone. With a barely hidden
smile Stiles steps into the classroom and closes the door behind him and locks
it quickly. He chuckles to himself when he hears Allison’s body run into the
door on the outside.
Scott turns around and opens his mouth to protest but stops when Stiles shoots
him a hard glare. “This conversation is for the three of us, your ex-girlfriend
isn’t a part of it.” he puts an emphasis on ex-girlfriend and watches as Scott
flushes a dull red at Stiles applied tone.
“Fine.” He answers instead. Stiles nods and gestures for him to go on because
he knows Scott has to have questions. Scott lets out a breath. “Why are you
back?” he asks Jackson.
Jackson scuffs and leans against one of the workstations. “I’m back because
this is my home and I would like to finish out high school with my friends and
girlfriend.” He answers snidely but truthfully.
Scott goes to roll his eyes but stops himself. “You left because you didn’t
want to be around anyone here anymore. What changed that?” he demands.
Jackson really does roll his eyes. “I didn’t leave because of that. I left
because my father got transferred and I didn’t have anyone to live with at the
time. And for your information I stayed here for as long as I could before my
father made me join him in London. I stayed with Derek for the first two months
of summer because he was helping me learn control for when I had to leave and
Stiles came over to the house every single night to research with me and help
Derek test me. If you had bothered to be around instead of staying at home and
moping about Allison being gone then you would have known that. You would have
known that my father actually threatened to have Stiles’ dad put me on the
plane himself because I didn’t want to leave.” He all but snaps out.
Scott is stunned for a few seconds but that doesn’t stop him from wanting all
the answers he can get. “Who are you staying with now and since when did you
and Stiles become best friends?”
“I’m living with Stiles until I turn eighteen and I can get an apartment in
town. As for me and Stiles being friends, that happened over the summer when he
started helping me. At first I tried to push him away but he just kept coming
back refusing to give up until I learned control and all about anchors and
things like that. When it was time for me to leave we stayed in touch through
text and email and phone calls. After a few weeks of me being gone we started
discussing ways to get my dad to let me come back to Beacons Hills to finish
school out. What better way to convince your lawyer dad that leaving home early
is a good idea than moving into the house of the local Sheriff?” he shrugs.
Scott finally turns his attention to Stiles. “Why didn’t you tell me any of
this?”
Stiles moves away from the door and stands with his arms crossed over his
chest. “I tried. I tried telling you all summer. I started the day after I
first went to Jackson about learning control. I was bitching to you about what
an ass Jackson had been to me when I showed up at his house and right in the
middle of me talking to interrupted me to ask me is I thought Allison would
call you soon. I told you maybe and then I tried to finish what I was saying
but you did it again with a different question about Allison. After twenty
minutes of back and forth, me trying to talk about important stuff and you
wanting to daydream about Allison I finally lied about having dinner with my
dad to get to and left. Every time after that, when I would try to bring it up
you were either moping about Allison or too busy stalking her Facebook to hear
what I was saying. I got pretty tired of it and just stopped trying to tell you
things. I let you talk about Allison and pretended to listen as you did it.”
Scott has the decency to wince a little and look sorry but Stiles isn’t buying
it. Scott has his head so far up Allison’s ass that she probably couldn’t shit
him out even if she tried. “You could have hit me over the head or yelled at
me. Anything to get me to listen to you.” he tries to protest.
Stiles’ jaw drops open and even Jackson looks a little shocked. “You’re kidding
me?” Stiles says at the same time as Jackson says, “Did you really just say
that?” Scott looks back and forth between the two of them for a moment before
settling his eyes back on Stiles. “What?” he asks confused.
Stiles’ face is red as he stalks over to stand right in front of Scott. “Are
you seriously fucking trying to blame me for the fact that you’ve been acting
like an ass these past few months? What did you want me to do Scott? Did you
want me to act like you and follow you around twenty four seven hoping you’d
throw me a bone and give me a minute of your time so I could tell you what was
going on? Did you want me to pay more attention to you talk about Allison then
to a newly turned werewolf who needed to learn control so he wasn’t forced to
hurt anymore people like he’d already been? Did you want me to drop everything
I was doing and stay by you side all the time so you would know where I was yet
you don’t even have the decency to call me and let me know when you’re not
going to show up somewhere because Allison called and wanted to talk or spend
time together or get a quick fuck in before her dad got home? Huh Scott? Is
that what you wanted?”
Stiles is screaming by the end of his ranting questions. He’s so angry right
now that’s he actually feels like he has a fever because he’s so hot right now.
He’s panting so hard he can already tell he’s on the verge of a panic attack
and that anything can send him over the edge right now. He doesn’t realize that
there are arms around his waist and murmuring in his ear until his breathing
begins to lessen and his heart starts to slow down.
He takes a deep shuddering breath and looks behind him to see Jackson’s arms
around his waist, Ethan’s hand on his shoulder steadying him, Danny’s hand over
his heart and his soothing voice in his ear and a view of Lydia blocking his
view of Scott. Stiles sags against everyone and instantly their shoulders sag
and they let out a collective breath.
It is a shocking realization to realize that you may have lost one friend but
you gained four from it. Stiles knew they would work together to take out the
Alpha pack but he never honestly thought they would all be friends when it was
over. Looking into the faces of each of them individually and seeing the
concern and worry in their eyes makes him realize that they are friends now,
real friends and will be even when all of this crap is over.
“I’m okay guys.” He murmurs loud enough for the two humans to be able to hear
him too.
“Let’s get you out of here. We can relax in the auditorium during our free
period.” Lydia announces instead of calling Stiles out on his obvious lie.
Stiles nods and let’s Danny and Ethan lead him to the door while Jackson grabs
his bag. Stiles’ legs feel weak so he doesn’t mind when Danny takes Jackson’s
place at his waist and holds him up with Ethan walks directly behind him so he
doesn’t fall. They two boys lead him out of the class room and towards the
auditorium and Stiles can hear Lydia’s heels clicking along behind them.
Students begins murmuring and whispering because he doesn’t care at this point.
He feels too good to be surrounded by friends for, really, the first time ever
in Stiles’ life. Before Allison came into the picture it was always just him
and Scott.
At that thought Stiles’ breath gets caught in his throat and his chest begins
heaving. Danny curses in his ear and then suddenly he is being hefted into
someone’s arms and carried the rest of the way to the dark auditorium.
~!@#$%&@!~
Meanwhile, back in the Chemistry room, Jackson snatches up Stiles bag off the
floor and growls blue eyes flashing at Scott, Allison and Isaac who has just
joined them. “Stay away from Stiles Scott. You’ve done enough as it is. You’ve
been doing damage for a long time you’ve just never gotten your head out of the
sky to see it. You and Stiles were all you two had growing up. You counted on
each other, you depended on each other and you told each other everything. As
soon as you got the bite you’ve done nothing but push Stiles to the back burner
and blow him off.”
Jackson begins to walk away but turns back around right before he exits the
room. “He’s risked his life for you Scott. Physically and Mentally. When are
you going to step up as his friend and do the same? It might be too late now.”
with those last words Jackson leaves the room and sprints down the hall when he
hears Stiles’ heart rate pick up and go through the roof.
***** Part A-Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Summary
     Pack feels with Stiles and the gang and.....DEREK FINALLY MAKES AN
     APPEARANCE!
Chapter Notes
     Okay, so Derek finally makes an appearance. When I first thought of
     this chapter I had planned some light bantering and maybe even some
     flirting that will start the Sterek train but that is definitely not
     what happened. This chapter ended up being heavier than the Scott/
     Stiles confrontation feeling wise. It will get better though. I think
     part A will be ten chapters and then part B will be another ten
     chapters…more or less so anyway. I’m already on chapter 5 of part A
     and I still have things I want to get to so we’ll see how my plan
     works out, if it does at all.
     I am so sorry this is late. I have been working like crazy and
     spending every single off second from work with my son so I haven't
     really had time to sit down and type or post or anything. I'm hoping
     to get back into the groove very very soon lol. I am truly sorry
     though. Hope you like this chapter!
Part A-Chapter 5
Stiles doesn’t know how long he’s been out but when he slowly blinks his eyes
open he’s still inside the auditorium and all of his new friends are gathered
around him watching him closely so he can’t have been out long.
His face must be questioning because Lydia says, “You’ve only been out for a
few minutes. You were breathing too hard and you passed out from trying to
breathe. The good news is that the panic attack has passed.”
Stiles nods his head and slowly sits up from laying on the large stage of the
auditorium. “Sorry and thanks.” He says to Danny when he realizes he was using
his thigh as a pillow.
Danny snorts and shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it Stiles. Ethan does the
same thing when we watch movies. I will accept your apology though if you tell
me everything that’s going on and not just the vague shit that everyone else
has been telling me for the last five minutes.” He answers.
Stiles chuckles and rubs the back of his neck before nodding. “Alright. I was
going to wait until Saturday to tell you but I guess since we’re all here we
better just get it out of the way. At least here you can’t make a huge scene.”
Danny’s eyebrows shoot up into his forehead. “What the hell is that supposed to
mean?” he asks.
Stiles and Lydia scoot away from Danny slightly and then Stiles nods at Ethan
and Jackson to shift in front of Danny. Danny cries out and scrambled
backwards. “What the fuck was that?” he yells as soon as Ethan and Jackson are
back in their human form.
“That would be Ethan and Jackson shifting to their werewolf form and then back
again.” he answers cautiously.
Danny’s head snaps around to stare at him before he looks back at his best
friend and boyfriend. “Werewolf forms?” he breathes.
Both Ethan and Jackson nod. “Yeah. That’s what’s been going on around here the
last few months. Scott was the first to be bitten and then Jackson and then
Isaac, Erica and Boyd. Scott was bitten by the rogue ‘animal’ that was going
around killing people about seven months ago. Then Jackson was bitten by Derek
Hale and turned into a lizard like creature that was then controlled by Matt
who was forcing Jackson to kill people from the swim team a few years ago.
Derek then bit Isaac, Erica and Boyd to help them become better people and to
heal them from themselves. Matt was killed and Jackson was able to transform
the rest of the way into a werewolf.” Stiles tries to sum it up.
Apparently he doesn’t do too well of a job because Danny just blinks at him.
Stiles sighs and then does what he did for his dad, he starts from the very
very beginning and tells Danny everything in detail, letting Jackson, Lydia and
Ethan through in things here and there from their point of view just to make it
a little bit easier for Danny to understand.
When everything is out on the table and laid bare the four of them sit quietly
and wait while Danny seems to process everything. The good news is that Danny
doesn’t look disgusted or scared so so far so good.
After about twenty minutes of complete silence, which is definitely hard for
Stiles, Danny finally takes a deep breath and turns to look at everyone. “I’m a
little freaked out about all the new information but I’m glad to finally be in
the loop and happy that you guys can trust me with this stuff now. It really
hurt to always see you guys working together but never asking me for help.” He
admits.
All at once the four of them move in together and job on Danny; they press him
into the floor of the stage and cling to him within an inch of his life. Danny
laughs breathlessly and all of the tension leaves his body in a rush.
When the puppy pile breaks up some minutes later Danny brushes the dirt off of
his back and says something that shocks the other four. “So does that make
Stiles our Alpha of sorts?” he asks.
The four of them freeze and stare at Danny. “What?” Lydia asks.
Danny nods, unfazed by their staring. “Well yeah, you explained about Peter and
Derek and Deucalion. I know Stiles isn’t evil like Deucalion is and Peter was
or a hardass like Derek but he does sound like an Alpha. Think about it, you
put this entire plan together by yourself and you even convinced Ethan to
rethink Deucalion and join us. And instead of just writing of Aiden you’re
giving him a chance too to join us and take down the real bad guys. Plus you
were the main one to talk when explaining everything and when you guys did talk
it wasn’t until after Stiles was finished and nodded at you to go ahead. From
everything you said that sounds like an Alpha taking the lead and his Betas
following because they know he knows what he’s doing.” Danny explains.
Lydia squeals. “Oh my god. I never noticed until now. It’s totally true. You
may be human but Ethan and Jackson’s wolf recognizes you as the more powerful
being in the group. Plus, you’re smarter than me and Danny and so we look to
you on what to do next. You are the Alpha in our little pack. That may also
explain why Scott kept flinching like you were hitting him when you were
yelling at him.” She adds as an afterthought.
Stiles’ eyes widen. “What? Scott was flinching?”
Jackson nods. “Yeah man. Every time you opened your mouth and let Scott have it
he would flinch like you were psychically hitting him instead of just yelling
at him. You were protecting me in a way, keeping Scott from giving me hell
about being back. Doing what an Alpha would do for their Beta by standing up
for them and putting anyone down who wanted to hurt them. You’re a true Alpha
just in human form.” He agrees.
Stiles is stunned. He can’t believe it. When he decided to step up and do what
no one else was doing he didn’t do it because he wanted to be Alpha, he did it
because he wanted to keep his family and friends safe. They deserve to be able
to wake up every morning and not have to worry about being the next one to die.
Apparently he said this all out loud because he was the next one to be tackled
to the ground and hugged. “We know you’re not doing this for power or anything
like that Stiles, it’s just not who you are. Being an Alpha doesn’t always mean
you want power or fame over others. Being an Alpha is about protecting the
people you love and stepping up to do the things others may be too afraid to do
themselves. That is what it means to be an Alpha. Me and my brother lost sight
of that when Deucalion came into our lives but you’ve helped me see the truth
and I’ve changed. With yours and our new packs help I know we can get through
to my brother and take out kali and Deucalion. We can’t do this without you
leading us.” Ethan says.
Stiles tries to wrap his arms around all of them and squeeze them back just as
hard. “Thank you guys.” He whispers to them.
They spend the rest of their free period draped around each other just
breathing each other in and talking softly about anything and everything.
~!@#$%&@!~
Stiles parks his jeep his driveway and grabs his and Jackson’s bags as he hopes
out. Stiles is alone because Jackson asked if he could hang at Danny’s for a
while to catch up because they haven’t really talked in the last few months.
They invited Ethan and Stiles along but Stiles wants some time to think about
everything Danny and Ethan said to him and Ethan wants to talk to his brother
some more and try to get through to him. Stiles changed things up a bit.
Instead of meeting up on Saturday for Danny they are going to meet the Sheriff
at the gun range so he and Stiles can teach Danny and Lydia how to shoot and
Ethan and Jackson how to dodge and anticipate when a bullet is coming towards
them. Stile knows the Alpha pack uses claws but with Allison acting off again
lately and Chris showing back up in the picture they need to be ready for not
only claws but bullets as well.
Stiles tosses Jackson’s bag on his bed in the old guest room turned his room
and heads to his own room for some time to think. He has just enough time to
shut the door before he’s being slammed back into it.
It doesn’t register in Stiles’ mind that the only person to ever slam him into
anything was always Derek so without thinking Stiles lashes out. He closes his
eyes slams his head forward and connects solidly with his attackers head. In
his attackers moment of weakness he grabs one of the man’s arms, twists it
around his head and flips the man onto his back on the floor. He immediately
straddles the attacker and holds his pocket knife right against the man’s
jugular.
He and his attacker are breathing heavy by this point. Stiles looks down at the
chest of the man he’s sitting on and his eyes widen then snap up to the man’s
face.
Derek Hale’s face.
Derek’s eyes are just as wide as Stiles’ are. There is shock, angry and
something Stiles can’t name swimming in the depths of Derek’s eyes. Stiles
curses and scrambles off of Derek. He backs up until he hits his computer desk
and tosses his pocket knife onto the surface. “What the hell Derek? I thought
we were past all of this slamming me around bullshit. You go missing for a
fucking week, everyone thinks you’re dead, and then you just randomly show up
in my bedroom after school to slam me into my own door!” Stiles shouts.
Derek slowly stands up and Stiles braces himself for an attack. Derek is known
for getting angry quickly but he doesn’t know that Stiles has been training and
fighting all summer long with some of the best fighters in MMA. There was a
fighter’s tour this past summer and Stiles took an interest because he was sick
and tired of being the first to get a beating when things got rough. He decided
to learn how to not only defend himself but to actually fight back. He got so
good that he was actually offered a position in the tour but he turned it down
because of everything going on in Beacon Hills.
When Derek makes no move to attack Stiles or slam him into anything else Stiles
lets himself relax slightly. “Uh…sorry. Didn’t mean to shout. Had kind of a
long sucky day and just didn’t expect to be slammed into anything in my own
home. Did you need anything?”
Derek continues to stare at him for a moment longer. “I came over to ask you
what Jackson was doing back in town and why you have been hanging around Ethan
when you know he is a part of the Alpha pack.”
Stiles rolls his eyes because he’s already been through this with Scott.
“Jackson is back to finish school with his friends and to learn to be an even
better werewolf so that the Kanima incident doesn’t ever happen again. And
Ethan hangs with us because Danny does and Ethan has to keep up appearance
during school hours at least. He can’t go around killing anyone with a whole
bunch of teenagers and teachers running around now can he? He needs to make
Danny believe he’s good or Danny could find everything out, wouldn’t want that
now would we Derek?” Stiles slightly mocks.
Derek once again studies him and Stiles can’t help but squirm under his close
eye. “You’ve changed.” Derek states without a doubt.
Stiles doesn’t bother denying it so he just nods. “I have. I got tired of being
the human punching bag to werewolves and old grandpas alike so I did something
about it. I decided to stop following Scott around just because he’s a werewolf
and became a leader myself. I won’t step on your toes if you don’t step on
mine.” He says boldly.
Derek raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow but does not comment otherwise. Stiles
rolls his eyes again and waves a hand towards the window. “You asked your
questions and I answered them so if you don’t mind I have some things I want to
take care of tonight and none of them involve you.”
“What do you have planned Stiles?” Derek asks instead.
Stiles pauses in his search of finding his phone charger and turns to face
Derek. “What do you mean?” he asks calmly and calculating.
Derek takes one step towards Stiles. “I’m talking about the plan you have
inside your head right now. The plan that may or may not already be in the
works. I want to know what that plan is.”
Stiles shakes his head with a dry chuckle. “What makes you think I have a
secret plan? And what makes you think I would tell you that plan if I had one?
You think I would trust someone who goes into hiding every time something bad
happens around here? You think I would tell you anything when every time
someone tries to come to you with an idea or a plan you completely shut them do
and do everything in your power to make sure you get your way? Why would I do
that Derek? Why would I put the people that count on me and trust me in danger
by telling you my so called plan?”
Stiles keeps him calm the whole times he stares Derek down. As much as he
really does trust Derek this is the one thing he can’t count on Derek knowing.
Derek sighs after a minute or so and steps back. “I thought we trusted each
other Stiles?” Derek finally settles on saying.
Stiles shakes his head. “I do trust you Derek. I trust you with my life. But do
I trust you with my knowledge? No, not yet. You can’t trust someone with that
kind of thing when all they’ve ever done is run away from the truth. How am I
supposed to trust that you’ll step back and let me lead if I tell you what I
know?”
Derek opens his mouth but then closes it again. “I’m the Alpha. The Alpha is
the one that’s supposed to lead. Alphas do not follow. If I follow you then I
will lose the respect of my pack.”
Stiles shakes his head kind of sadly. “You have it all wrong Derek. Your pack
would respect you a whole lot more if you got off of this power trip shit and
actually taught them something about werewolf dynamics. Your pack is filled up
with nothing but a bunch of teenagers. Teenagers that don’t have father figures
to count on. You could be that for them. Fathers don’t always have to lead,
they can follow too. Fathers can ask for advice or help when they need it. You
need to get over what happened to you and move on. You push your pack away and
scare them into obeying because you’re afraid that if you get close to them,
maybe even as close as your family was, then you could lose them just like
before. You need to pull the pack closer instead of pushing them away. When you
do that maybe I’ll trust you with the knowledge that I hold.”
Derek is truly stunned. No one has ever talked to him that way. Not even Scott
when the boy is disobeying him on purpose. Not even Peter who, as far as Derek
knows, is the only one who actually knows what happened all those years ago. No
one has stood in front of him and just told him like it was. Everyone has
always been afraid too. Even Laura opted for silence instead of talking to him
about it.
“You don’t understand what you’re saying.” He tries to reason.
“I understand that when you were fifteen years old a woman twice your age used
you to get information on your family and then took everything and everyone
from you in the most despicable way imaginable. I understand that you haven’t
let go of the past because you believe it was your fault and that you all but
lit the match because you should have seen what she was doing from the
beginning. I understand that you believe you have to be strong and powerful at
all times because you’re secretly afraid that everyone you love and care about
will be taken away from you sooner or later and your just trying to hold off as
long as you can.”
Stiles stops talking and gently moves over to where Derek has moved towards the
window. He sets his hands on Derek’s arms and squeezes gently. “It wasn’t your
fault Derek, none of it was. You were a fifteen year old kid who thought he was
in love. Whatever happened back then was not your fault. You did not light the
match or imprison your family in your own home. I am so sorry that you lost
most of your family that day but if you don’t let go of the past and move on
you are going to lose your new one. And this time…it will be your fault.”
Stiles lets go of Derek and walks out of his room without another word. He
feels sick to his stomach for saying what he said and for no doubt making Derek
feel like shit but it needed to be said. Derek needs to move on. He needs to
let go of the past or he’s never going to have a future. Stiles can only hope
that his words got through to Derek and that Derek will change for the better.
If Peter, a once complete psycho, can wake up from the dead a changed man then
Derek can certainly do it too.
***** Part A-Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Summary
     I can't give a chapter summary without giving too much away so all i
     will say is that Kali and Deucalion make an appearance and it isn't
     good...
Chapter Notes
     The plot thickens in this chapter… I am posting this as a courtesy
     chapter because it has been a long time since I posted and the
     chapter was already done. I am so sorry for not having posted in so
     long. A lot has gone down in my life in the last year and not for the
     better at all. If I even tried to explain it to you it would be as
     long as the chapter, no lie. I'm hoping the hard times are over and I
     can finally start getting back to me. The posting won't be too
     regular at first because I do not have internet at home right now but
     I am going to try and type my ass off for you guys so that when I can
     get to a WiFi area or something I will at least have something to
     throw your way. Once again I apologize for being so late on this. I
     truly do have the story all planned out and mostly written I just
     need a place to go to post and to tighten everything up really. I
     hope you have not given up on this story.
By the time Thursday rolls around Stiles can tell there is something wrong with
him. After his visit with Derek, Stiles had gone to the grocery store to get
some shopping done and to get his mind off of all things Derek Hale.
And of course about half way through his shopping he had to have a run in with
Kali and Deucalion. What else would make his day complete?
Stiles sighs as he rolls his shopping cart into the next aisle. He has half of
the cart already full and he’s not even close to being done. Its times like
these that Stiles is grateful that he said no to the bite because if he hadn’t
then he would have eaten his father out of house and home already.
He picks up a few things from the aisle he’s currently in and then moves on as
quickly as possible because he’s already been in the store for an hour and he
would like to get home sometime tonight.
He’s not paying attention where he’s going and his cart bumps into someone’s
hip. Stiles curses and quickly jerks the cart away from the person he hits.
“Shit, I am so sorry. I must have spaced…” he trails off when he lifts his head
and finally gets a good look at the person he hit.
Stiles groans and lets his head drop forward. “This day just keeps on getting
better and better.” He mutters sarcastically.
Kali chuckles and runs her fingers seductively along the edges of Stiles’
shopping cart. Stiles is slightly creeped out so he very slowly moves the cart
out of her reach. “Can I help you with something Kali?” he asks in an even
voice.
Kali chuckles again and Stiles can tell she’s barely containing her wolf, if at
all. The wolf must be letting her switch to her human appearance because she’s
in public. Stiles can see the red around her irises glowing faintly and her
fangs are half in half out of her gums and pushing against her lips. “There are
a lot of things I would love for your young body to help me with but for right
now I’ll settle with you giving me some information.” She answers.
Stiles rolls his eyes and grabs his cart to move past her. “What in the hell
would make you think I would tell you anything?” he sneers.
Kali growls and reaches out to grip the end of his shopping cart. “You will
tell me what I want to know.” she’s definitely barely containing the wolf now.
Still, Stiles isn’t known to back down. “Why? Give me one good reason why I
would tell you anything.” He spits back.
Kali grins this time, fangs and all. “Because Aiden is waiting just outside of
the police station with orders to kill your father if I so much as text him the
go ahead.” She jerks her head in the direction of the little Sit N Eat area
over by the deli and walks away without another word.
Stiles grits his teeth so hard they tingle but follows her anyway because there
is no way in hell he is risking his father’s life for a few answers.
No sooner does he sit down that Deucalion pops out of nowhere and takes the sit
across from him and right beside Kali. Kali has one clawed foot resting against
his leg so he can’t stand and the other wrapped around the leg of the table
should Stiles try and attack her precious Alpha. Deucalion is the picture of
calm though. He’s practically sprawling in his seat like he has no cares in the
world. Like he’s trying to show Stiles that he doesn’t view Stiles as a threat.
Like he’s mocking Stiles and his humanness.
Stiles places his hands on the table for both of them to see. “What kind of
answers can I give you?” he asks.
“We would like to know what Derek and his pack are planning. Derek went missing
for a week after he and Ennis had their fight and then just shows back up all
healed and rearing for a fight. We want to know what he knows.” Deucalion
states calmly.
Stiles shrugs his shoulders. “I honestly don’t know. I am not a member of
Derek’s pack nor am I talking to any of the members of Derek’s pack. Derek paid
me a visit about two hours ago asking the same thing of me. He seems to think I
know what’s going on with you and wanted me to tell him what I knew about you.”
Stiles half lies. His heart rate staying steady the entire time.
Kali and Deucalion both frown slightly at the fact that Stiles is telling the
truth. “Why would Derek think you know anything about us?” Kali asks.
“Ethan and I run with the same crowd at school. Ethan’s plaything Danny is a
good friend of mine so we have classes together and eat lunch together. Derek
thinks that because I spend so much time around Ethan that I might have picked
up a few things about you guys. I tried to explain to him that Ethan is a
different person at school then he is with you guys because he cannot blow his
cover at school or risk exposing everyone. Derek didn’t seem to believe me and
warned me to stay out of everything. He said that I didn’t know what I was
getting myself into. Derek doesn’t understand that Ethan is my friend.”
Stiles knows what he’s doing. He’s playing the innocent naive human game. He’s
been around werewolf Scott long enough to learn how to control his heart,
especially when lying. Kali’s ears are twitching restlessly so he knows she’s
listening closely to his heart. He watches as she gives Deucalion a subtle nod
before turning back to him. Stiles contains his smirk because he knows they
believe him.
Deucalion gives a fake put upon sigh and shakes his head fondly as if he were
thinking of something cute a small child had just done. “Ethan always has had a
thing for humans. He wants to protect them, befriend them, and keep them safe.
I’ve tried to tell him that humans just don’t understand us werewolves but he
doesn’t listen to me. It’s no surprise that Ethan has become a friend to you.
Even though I do not like it I will allow it to continue because I know it
gives him a piece of mind. Thank you for your time Stiles. We may be seeing
each other again real shortly.” Deucalion gives him a smile and then leaves.
Kali sits there and studies him for a moment longer before she too stands. She
pivots on her feet to walk away but stops short and bends down to pick
something up off the ground. She gives Stiles a smile and hands him a
prescription pill box. “You must have dropped these. You need to be more
careful. If someone would have found these and sold them the cops would come
knocking at your door.” She says before leaving herself.
Stiles looks down at the prescription pill bottle in his hand. It is his
Adderall bottle. He doesn’t remember grabbing it before he left the house and
then realizes that it must have been in his hoodie pocket already and just
didn’t realize it. He rolls his eyes at himself and stuffs the pill bottle back
into his pocket.
Stiles is currently sitting in the lunch room with Danny and Ethan on one side
of him and Lydia and Jackson across the table from him. He is aware that he’s
beginning to sweat a little and his throat feels like sandpaper. He lifts his
hands from his lap and holds them out in front of him. They are shaking pretty
badly.
The longer he stares at his shaking hands the blurrier his vision seems to be
getting. He is aware of Jackson asking him a question but as he opens his mouth
to reply his throat constricts and he ends up throwing up all over the lunch
table. His puke looks more like foam and he definitely knows that is not a good
thing.
The noise of the cafeteria suddenly gets louder tenfold and Stiles winces as
the sound reaches his ears. His body is beginning to feel heavy, just like when
the Kanima paralyzed him. With the last of the strength he can feel leaving his
body quickly Stiles reaches into his pocket and pulls out the pill bottle that
supposed to hold his Adderall.
He tosses the bottle onto the table and says with his last conscious breath, “I
think Kali poisoned my Adderall.”
Stiles doesn’t remember what happens next on account of losing consciousness.
~!@#$%&@!~
When Stiles gains consciousness he’s notices two things immediately. One is
that there is a bright ass light shining in his eyes and two is that he cannot
feel any part of his body what-so-ever. He tries to move his head from side to
side and gets nowhere. He tries to wiggle his fingers and toes and gets
nowhere. He tries to draw in a deep breath and can’t even feel his chest rise
or fall.
Not again. He whimpers. Even though he can’t feel his chest his breathing
starts to pick up and his heart rackets up a few notches. He can hear machinery
begin to beep rapidly right beside his head. He’s scared and frightened and
knows he’s having a panic attack.
He’s internally wiggling and freaking out but his body just isn’t moving on the
outside. There are black spots appearing in his vision again and he’s losing
his breath. Every time he opens his mouth to gasp this high pitched wheezing
sound comes out instead and steals the breath he needs.
He’s hears a distant banging sound and then suddenly he’s being rocked and the
bright light only gets worse.
“He’s having a panic attack, we need an oxygen mask now!” someone shouts close
to his ear. He would wince if he had the ability to. He feels a dull pressure
enter his arm and suddenly he feels very dizzy and sleepy. “Rest Mr. Stilinski,
your father and I will talk to you when you wake again.” he guesses it’s the
doctor that says that to him as he loses consciousness again.
The second time Stiles wakes he can wiggle his toes and fingers but nothing
else. He doesn’t have a panic attack but he comes close so the doctor gives him
more of the sleeping medicine and tells him they will try again next time he
wakes up.
Stiles would feel bad that he’s being difficult but he’s too busy worrying
about not being able to move his body. He’s not sure how long he’s been out but
he can already tell it’s longer than when the Kanima paralyzed him.
The third time Stiles wakes up he can wiggle his legs back and forth but that’s
pretty much it. He doesn’t have a panic attack but his heart rate does
exhilarate so they put him back under again.
Now, as Stiles blinks his eyes open for the fourth time he assesses what he can
and can’t move and then just lays there and breathes for a few minutes. He is
no longer panicking and he tries to keep his heart as steady as he can. He’s
tired of being put under, he wants answers.
He only has to wait ten or so minutes before the doctor comes in to check on
him. He moves Stiles around a bit and tests what parts of his body react to his
poking and prodding. This time around Stiles can move his arms, feet and hands,
legs and he can feel the slight pressure of his breathing. It’s better than
last time but not nearly as good as he would like.
The doctor moves over to his IV and pulls a needle out of his pocket. Stiles
makes a noise of protest. “Please don’t put me back under. I can handle being
awake and not being able to move. I promise I won’t have a panic attack just
please don’t put me back to sleep. I want to see my father and I would love
those answers you promised Me.” he says.
The doctor stops and sighs as he nods his head. “Alright Mr. Stilinski. I will
call your father to the hospital and we can sit down and talk about what
happened to you.” The doctor gives him one last nod and leaves the room.
Thirty seven minutes and forty six seconds later (trust me he counted) the door
to his room opens and his father and doctor step inside before shutting the
door behind them. He father immediately rushes to his side and takes his hand
in his own. Stiles gives his father a small smile and squeezes back very
gently.
The doctor moves to stand on his other side and folds his hands together in
front of him. “Before we begin Mr. Stilinski…”
“Stiles, please.”
The doctor nods. “Stiles. Before we begin Mr. Stiles I need to ask you a few
questions just to clear some things up and we can move on from there.”
Stiles glances at his father and notices that he doesn’t look very happy with
the doctor so Stiles is guessing that the doctor has already run these
questions past his dad first. Stiles turns back to the doctor and nods his
head. He’ll answer whatever the man wants as long as he gets his own answers in
the end. “Sure.”
The doctor nods. “Good. First question. Are you currently or have you in the
last six months taken any drugs, no matter how small I need to know.”
Stiles is honestly surprised by the question. He didn’t think he looked like
the type of person who took drugs. Maybe he needs to start wearing tighter
pants. “No. I’ve never taken any drugs in my whole life. I never saw the
appeal. Plus when I first got put on Adderall my doctor told me not to because
there could be unknown side effects depending on what drug is taken. I would
never even think to try any.”
The doctor nods yet again, god is that all the guy can do with his head is nod?
“That’s pretty much what your father said.”
“Yeah and you should have listened to me when I said it too.” He father growls.
“I am following protocol sir. It does not matter who the parent of the child is
or if they work in law enforcement, there are questions that need to be asked
of every single child that comes into this hospital. There is never any
disrespect meant.”
His father grunts but doesn’t comment any further. The doctor turns back to
him. “Does anyone other than your father or you pick up your medicine from the
pharmacy when it comes in?”
Stiles thinks for a moment. “Sometimes my best friend Scott or his mother does.
His mother Melissa works here at the hospital so sometimes she’ll stop at the
late night pharmacy and pick it up for me and then give it to me in the morning
when I pick Scott up for school. Scott’s only ever gotten it for me once and
after that time I stopped asking because he kept forgetting to go to the
pharmacy and get it. Other than those two, no.”
There’s that nod again. “Just one more question and we’ll get to everything
else. Have you angered or made any enemies as of lately?”
An image of Deucalion and Kali flash before his eyes and then an image of Kali
bending down and picking up his pill bottle and handing it to him flashes as
well. Fuck. “No, not that I can think of.” He answers instead. “Because they
upped my dosage of Adderall last doctor visit I’ve been a lot calmer and
haven’t caused any trouble in the last few months.”
“That’s good Mr. Stiles. Now, the reason I asked about your Adderall is because
the pills you have been taking are not Adderall at all. Someone switched your
Adderall out for these new pills. They are identical in size color and shape,
as well as smell. Whoever made these pills knew what they were doing and
targeted you specifically.”
“What kinds of pills were they?” he asks.
The doctor sighs. “To be honest I’m not really sure. I do know that they are
partially made of a liquid paralysis but the other component is different. When
my lab ran tests on the pills they found traces of some sort of flower based
powder but we cannot trace what type of flower it is. The pills were not only
meant to paralyze you but also to kill you. We are not sure how long it was
meant to take though. How long have you been taking the pills from that
bottle?”
“What day is it?”
“It is Sunday Stiles.” His dad answers.
Stiles closes his eyes for a second and waits. “I passed out on Thursday and I
started taking the pills Tuesday morning. I take two a day but on Thursday I
only took one because I take my second one at dinner. So I think I took five
pills total from that bottle. It was a new bottle.”
The doctor shakes his head. “Stiles, there was only one pill left in the
bottle. Whoever gave you the pills in the first place expected you to be dead
by Friday morning if you had taken you last pill Thursday night.”
Stiles sighs. How did he not notice that his full bottle was suddenly almost
empty when Kali handed it to him? He was too busy freaking out to pay attention
to the bottle he just stuffed in his hoodie. “What does that mean for me? Why
am I still almost fully paralyzed?” he asks, suddenly very much terrified.
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Summary
     Stiles calls Deaton and then decides it's time to bring Aiden in on
     things. Oh! And Melissa gets a taste of her own medicine...
Chapter Notes
     Part A is exactly ten chapters so yay me but part B is probably going
     to be longer.
     I'm going to have internet for a few days because I'm out my
     grandmother's so I'm going to type as much as I can and update as
     much as I can until I leave. Thank you everyone for not giving up on
     me!
Part A-Chapter 7
Stiles dad immediately puts his hand on Stiles’ shoulder. “Relax son,
everything is fine. Nothing is wrong with you permanently. Let the doctor
explain, don’t make yourself have a panic attack.”
Stiles forces himself to take a deep breath and nods. He turns back to the
doctor and asks again, this time more calmly. “Why am I still paralyzed?”
“The doses of the pills were very high. That is why they were meant to kill you
within days of taking them. We pumped your stomach and removed all the new
toxins but because you had already taken all but one the pills were well on
their way to doing their job. We pumped out the poison but the paralysis drug
was already absorbed into your blood and doing its job. I believe you weren’t
supposed to feel the paralysis until after taking the last pill but because the
doses were so high the effects kicked in sooner. This is actually a good thing
for you because we were able to catch everything in time.” The doctor tries to
sound upbeat but there really is no way to tell someone that someone else tried
to kill them and still sound upbeat about it.
“How long am I going to stay like this?” he asks.
The doctor shakes his head. “I’m not sure exactly. Because of the high doses
you could be paralyzed anywhere from the next few hours to the next few days,
maybe even a week or two. I’m sorry Mr. Stiles. We have been trying everything
we can to speed the paralysis along. While you were asleep we would vibrate
your muscles at high voltages in order to move the paralysis along. It’s
working but it is a very slow progress. You’ve been out for almost four days
and you can only move your legs, hands, feet, and head. We have yet to breach
your chest region because we do not want to bruise or crack anything that could
cause internal problems.”
Stiles grits his teeth. When he gets out of this hospital he’s going to kill
Deucalion and Kali, screw trying to play it by the law. He’ll just kill them
and burn their bodies. Sounds like a plan. “Can I have a few minutes alone with
my dad please?”
“Of course. We’ll keep you awake for a couple more hours and then put you back
to sleep to do some more muscle exercises. Hopefully the combination or you
staying awake longer and the muscle exercises we can get the toxin completely
removed from your body. If you do not have complete use of your body within the
next couple of days we are going to locate you to the rehab center and get you
connected with a physical therapist.”
Stiles nods and waits for the doctor to leave before letting out a heavy
breath. “We have to kill them dad. Screw trying to just get them arrested, they
need to be taken out. This has become a lot more serious then I honestly
thought it would get. I thought they came here to recruit Derek and Scott into
their pack and then leave but they are moving up to trying to kill members of
the pack and we don’t know who could be next. First it was Boyd and now me. I
honestly don’t know who they will go after next.”
His father tenses at his words. “This was done by the Alpha pack?” he demands.
Stiles nods his head. “I ran into Kali and Deucalion at the grocery store
Monday night. They sat me down in the little restaurant and asked me if I knew
what Derek was up to. They thought I was a member of Derek’s pack. I gave them
the innocent act, pretended to hate Derek and the pack. Then they asked me
about Ethan and being friends with him. I played the innocent act again and
pretended to be confused. I acted like Ethan is innocent and my new best
friend. They ate it up. Just as they were getting ready to leave Kali bends
down and picks up my pill bottle and hands it back to me. I didn’t even think
when I took the bottle from her and shoved them into my pocket.” He sounds
disgusted with himself.
John sighs. “Damn. I was hoping to do this the legal way but that way flew out
the window the second they put your life in danger. What do we need to do now?”
Stiles breathes out in relief. He’s so glad his dad is on his side.
“I need my cellphone.”
John nods and stands up. He walks over to a pile of clothes and grabs Stiles’
cellphone. He walks back over to the bed and hands it over. “What next?” he
asks.
“I need you to get Jackson, Lydia and Danny. Deucalion and Kali don’t know the
three of them know anything. They don’t even know Jackson is in town or that he
was the Kanima. You need to get the three of them and take them somewhere
Deucalion or Kali won’t find them. By now Deucalion and Kali are going to know
I’m alive and not dead. They have planned on kidnapping Derek and the pack for
a while now. They want to take them and kill them, make it look like one big
sacrifice, like the other deaths in town. Deucalion plans on killing the wolves
and gaining more power that way and Kali will kill the humans, make them look
like animal attacks, probably dump their bodies in the woods. Make everything
look like last year. They won’t kidnap anyone until I’m out of the hospital so
that gives us a few days at least. Once Deucalion and Kali kidnap everyone I
need you to get Jackson, Danny and Lydia and wait for a call or text with the
location of where we will be and what you need to do next. Do you understand?”
Stiles asks.
John pauses and stares at his son. “I don’t like the idea of you being
kidnapped right after getting out of the hospital for being paralyzed.” He
states.
Stiles nods. “I know dad. I know. But we need to do this in order to get rid of
Deucalion and Kali for good. We need to get rid of them so that we can find and
get rid of the Darach. This has to happen in order for us to move on. I know
this goes against everything you’ve ever been taught but you have to promise me
that you’ll do as asked. Please?”
John lets out a deep breath and chuckles. “Your mom always did say you’d grow
up a leader. An Alpha. I had no idea what she meant until this moment. You
don’t have to be a Supernatural being to have power or control over people. Not
many people have that quality; it is very rare but not impossible. You are
meant to be an Alpha and I will follow you wherever you need me to. I promise
you that son.”
Stiles smiles. “Thank you dad. I love you and I know mom is watching over us.
Guiding us on everything we do, even the mistakes.”
John embraces his son, planting a kiss on his forehead before pulling back.
“Who will be the one contacting me and the others?” he asks.
“Ethan. I’m calling him now. Go take care of Jackson, Lydia and Danny.
Jackson’s parents’ house is empty; the best bet is for you guys to go there. I
want them to stay there. You need to keep up appearances so you need to sleep
at home and still go to work for the next couple of days. While I’m talking to
Ethan I need you to call Deaton for me. Tell him I need to see him and to come
to the hospital, he may know a way to get rid of the paralysis faster.”
John nods one more time, kisses Stiles’ head again and walks out the door.
Stiles breathes out and with a very shaky hand pulls his phone up to his ear.
“Hello? Stiles? Are you awake?” Ethan’s voice floods his ear seconds later.
Stiles smiles even though Ethan can’t see it. “I’m awake. Change of plans
though. I need you to grab the tape and bring Aiden to the hospital. Deucalion
and Kali have switched things up and we need to move faster than intended. I’ll
see you in half an hour.” Stiles ends the call and lets his arm flop back down
onto the bed.
~!@#$%&@!~
Half an hour later when Ethan and Aiden walk into his hospital room Deaton is
right behind them. Ethan and Aiden stand back while Deaton makes his way to
Stiles’ side. “Stiles, I was not informed on why I should come here, mind
filling me in?” Deaton says in that smooth baritone of his.
“Deucalion and Kali gave me pills filled with Kanima venom and powdered
wolfsbane and/or mistletoe. The pills were of a very high dose and my body is
still mostly paralyzed. I was hoping you could whip something up in your magic
kitchen to give to me to speed up my healing.” He says.
Deaton studies him with steady eyes; those eyes take a quick sweeping glance
over his body categorizes everything. “Are there anymore pills left? It would
help me to be able to break one open and analyze It.” he answers.
Instead of answering Stiles slowly reaches over and presses the call button for
the nurse. Not even minutes later Melissa McCall opens the door and steps
inside. “Is everything alright Stiles?” she asks, eyeing the twins and Deaton
slightly.
Stiles nods. “Yes, we’re fine. I called you in here to ask you for a favor.”
Melissa tilts her head to the side slightly. “What kind of favor?” she asks
cautiously.
“Nothing too bad I promise. I was wondering if you could track down the last
pill that was left in my bottle. Deaton needs to analyze it so that he can come
up with an antidote.”
Melissa sucks in a breath. “I can try. I’m not sure how much of it is left
because the doctors have done their own analyzing of it.”
Deaton interrupts before Stiles can answer back. “Even if you bring me what’s
left in powder form that will be enough for me. It won’t take much of the pill
for me to analyze it.”
Melissa bristles at that and Stiles is now honestly confused. “What kind of
machine could you have that this hospital doesn’t? I’m not sure I want to risk
my job for this.”
Stiles’ jaw nearly hits the ground. What the hell is her problem? And then it
hits him. Scott. Scott must have told her what Stiles and Jackson said to him
and now she’s pissed at him. Of course she’s going to take her sons side, even
if he is the wrong party. That’s what a mother does.
Deaton seems un-phased though and fixes Melissa with an icy stare. “I have
magic at my disposal Mrs. McCall and I can get more done in five minutes then
the hospital can in years. We are asking you this in order to save Stiles’ life
and inadvertently saving the many lives of the citizens of Beacon Hills. You
should put that tone of voice away and stop taking your sons side on everything
when you don’t know what’s really going on. You think that just because you now
know about Scott being a werewolf that’s he’s suddenly taken to telling you
everything? No Melissa, he hasn’t. There are still many secrets he has not told
you yet and the fact that he’s been treating Stiles like shit for months must
be one of them. Now, please, go and get me what is left of the pill.”
Stiles is pretty sure everyone but Deaton’s jaw is dropped and practically
hitting the floor. Stiles didn’t even know that Deaton knew about him and Scott
and he certainly never thought Deaton would take his side over the matter.
After all, Scott is a true Alpha and Deaton has been secretly training him for
years to take over the Supernatural aspect of his business.
Without another word Melissa turns and leaves the room. Stiles turns to Deaton
with a small smile. “Thank you. I didn’t even know anyone knew what had
happened between me and Scott.”
Deaton nods. “I have noticed for a while of the changes in Scott. I was wrong
about him.” He admits.
“How do you mean?” Stiles asks.
Deaton shoots Ethan and Aiden a look instead of answering. “Don’t worry Deaton,
you can trust Ethan and as soon as I talk to them both after you leave you will
be able to trust Aiden as well.” Stiles assures.
Deaton still looks a little unsure but nods anyway. “I was wrong about Scott
being a true Alpha. In a way he is but not in the way that I thought. Scott is
becoming an Alpha because he wants to be better than everyone, not because he
has a strong sense of will. He is being blinded by the power of knowing he can
be better than others and it is turning him into an Alpha just not a true
Alpha. You on the other hand are the definition of a true Alpha Stiles.”
Stiles splutters and Ethan smirks at him from his seat. “What? How can I be a
true Alpha if I’m only human?”
Deaton shakes his head. “First of all, you are more than just human. You are a
fellow Druid and you also have the spark. That spark will grow the more you use
it and can be a very powerful thing. Your body will want to start using magic
because it was born to. You will begin to get curious about your Druid history
and go looking into your family line. I can tell you that your Druid heritage
came from your mother’s side of the family and your spark came from your
father’s. I’m not sure if either of them was ever aware of that but it is the
truth. You need to embrace both sides of yourself; it will only make you
stronger. As for being a true Alpha, I said before that being a true Alpha
means you have to have a very strong will and the willingness to sacrifice
yourself so other’s may live, even strangers. You have both of those things and
many many more. I want you to promise me something.” He says suddenly.
Stiles is still reeling at what Deaton is telling him so he nods his head
absentmindedly.
“I want you to promise me that when everything with Deucalion and Kali is all
said and done that you will come to me and let me teach you all I know about
being a druid and how to embrace your spark. I want you to become my apprentice
and learn from me. Is that something you would be interested in? Can you
promise me to at least think about it?”
Stiles takes a deep breath. “I have been waiting a long time to find myself.
Ever since my mom died I’ve thought that something was missing I just didn’t
know what. Hearing you tell me these things has made me feel like I’m at the
starting line to finding myself and I can’t thank you enough for that. So yes,
I would love to study and learn from you Deaton.”
Deaton nods and for the first time since Stiles has known him Deaton smiles a
true smile. “Good.”
The door opens then and Melissa steps back inside with a small baggy held out
in her hand. She quietly hands it over to Deaton and then turns back to the
door to leave. Before she shuts the door, Melissa stops and turns her head to
look at Stiles. “I’m sorry if I was rude earlier. You understand that Scott is
my son right?”
Stiles sighs. “I’m sorry Melissa but no I don’t understand that. Scott may be
your son but he’s been making his own decisions for years now. You can’t let
him make his own decisions yet when he makes mistakes try and coddle him and
make excuses for him. If he knew what he was doing in the first place then he
knew what kind of outcome it would have. I love you Melissa, you’ve been like a
second mom to me for a long time, but you need to stop letting him walk all
over you and everyone else because one day you’re not going to be around and
he’s going to be on his own with his mistakes. You know I lost my mom at a
young age and I wish every single day that I had the chance to go back and tell
her how sorry I am for how I was as a kid.”
Melissa doesn’t say anything to that but she does look at him a bit longer
before finally shutting the door behind her and disappearing from view.
“Alright Stiles. I am going to get this back to the lab right now and get to
work on an antidote. I will leave you to talk with these two young men. I will
come back as soon as I am finished. I would also like your father to be here if
possible.”
Stiles shakes his head. “He can’t. He needs to stay with the others right now.
I have a plan that I think will work and if my father comes back to the
hospital he might be put in danger.”
Deaton nods. “That’s fine then. Bring him by the office as soon as you can. I
will know and be there waiting.” He sweeps out of the room without another word
or glance to anyone. Stiles shakes his head and chuckles because of course
Deaton has to be dramatic about everything. For a guy so stoic he really has a
thing for the dramatics.
“Are you going to tell us why we’re here Stilinski?” Aiden’s voice snaps him
out of his thoughts.
Stiles faces the twins and holds out his hand. “Give me the tape please Ethan.”
***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter Summary
     Aiden is let in on what's been happening and Part 2 of the Stiles/
     Scott showdown.
Chapter Notes
     I have decided I'm going to split this story up into two stories
     instead of parts. Only because the title and the plot have switched
     up a bit. This is part A of course. Part B is going to be Called From
     the Outside In. I have also decided to continue in this verse and do
     a Season 3B/ Season 4 mash up of sorts. I haven't seen season 4 yet
     so the only thing that's going to be taken into account is Kate. So
     the sequel is pretty much just Season 3B with Kate thrown in the mix
     for fun. The sequel is going to be called The Ins and Outs of Us.
     Oh and now that I've decided this the tags don't really add up
     anymore because this story is technically T or M or whatever because
     there is no sex yet but I'm not changing the tages because the tags
     are for the Series as a whole. All of the stories with have the same
     tags except for the ones I add at the beginning of a new story
Part A-Chapter 8
Ethan hands the tape over immediately and doesn’t acknowledge Aiden when he
raises his eyebrows at him. Aiden growls and turns back to Stiles. “What’s on
the tape?” he sneers.
“That’s not important right now. Right now I want to talk to you about you
joining your brother in becoming members of my pack.”
Aiden makes a noise of surprise and rounds on his brother. “Joining his pack?
What the hell Ethan? I thought we talked about this. I told you not to get
attached. I’ve been reminding you from day one of Deucalion’s plan. We can’t
betray him!” Aiden nearly roars.
Any other time Ethan would have flinched and agreed with him, but not today.
Ethan is tired of doing what he’s told and nothing else. He is tired of not
being his own person. He is tired of having nothing to live for except for what
people tell him he should live for. He shakes his head at his brother.
“Deucalion has already betrayed us and he’s been lying to us from the
beginning. He’s the one who killed Ennis, not Derek. I have friends now Aiden.
I have people who truly care about me and aren’t using me for power. I have
Danny who I love and who I want to be with for the rest of my life. If we stay
by Deucalion’s side, we will die. If not by Derek or Scott or the Darach then
Deucalion will kill us himself just for the power. Think about it Aiden, he
made us kill our pack and become Alpha’s for power. Same with Kali and Ennis.
And now we are a part of his Alpha pack. We are much more powerful than a pack
full of Betas and a few Omegas. You really think he’s going to keep passing up
opportunities to kill us and take our powers for himself. He killed Ennis the
second Ennis showed any signs of weakness. Mr. Deaton told Deucalion that Ennis
would live he just needed to lay low and rest for a while. Deucalion couldn’t
afford to have one of us sitting out of the fight so he killed Ennis instead
and just made himself stronger.”
Aiden’s nostrils are flaring but he doesn’t look ready for attack. “How do you
know this? How can you be sure you can trust the person who told you this?” he
asks instead.
“Because I felt the impact of truth when the words were spoken to me. Deucalion
killed Ennis and he’ll kill us to the longer we follow him. The longer we
follow him the stronger we get and the more power he’ll get when he actually
does the job and gets rid of us. He’s only keeping us around to use to make
himself stronger when the time comes and he’s going to need that extra power.
Aiden, you have to trust me on this. Stiles is the good guy and Deucalion is
the bad guy. I’m tired of being the bad guy too. I just want to be me, the good
me, and I can’t do that without you.” Ethan pleads.
Aiden takes a deep breath. “What’s on the tape?” he finally asks.
Stiles hands the tape to Aiden. “I approached Ethan at Jungle last week and we
talked about things while we danced. I know that Deucalion thinks I’m Ethan’s
plaything and that he asked you to find anything you can on him and me and when
we hang out. That tape is the Security Camera from the club. You can see me and
Ethan dancing clear as day. If you still have your doubts about what we’ve said
to you today I want you to give that tape to Deucalion and see what he does
with it. By now Deucalion knows I’m alive and is going to be pissed. This will
give him the leverage he thinks he needs to take me out for good this time.
Don’t say anything about this conversation until after everything goes down. If
you still want to be on Deucalion’s side then you can tell him everything if
you want. But for now, just give him the tape and watch what he does with the
information.”
Aiden turns the tape over and over in his hands for a good few minutes. He
believes and trusts his brother with all of his heart but Deucalion’s been the
only real father figure for him since everything went down. He looks up from
the tape and into his brother’s eyes. Seeing the love and the sincerity in the
depths is what helps him make his decision. He nods. “Alright fine. I’ll give
the tape to Deucalion and see what he does with it. I’m warning you though
Stiles, you had better be right about this.”
Stiles merely nods back. “I am. Believe it or not I don’t want you to spend the
rest of your life following a monster around the world killing people at his
beck and call. You deserve more than that. You deserve to go to school and
finish it and then maybe even go to college if you want. You deserve to find
someone to love and not have to worry about killing them if Deucalion asks you
to because he says they make you weak. You deserve to have a family that
extends beyond your brother. You deserve better, period Aiden. You may not like
or trust me but you have to believe me. I’m not only doing this for you but for
your brother and my friends and my dad, the people that mean something to me.
The people that don’t deserve to have to watch their back every single day
because of monsters like Deucalion and Kali.”
Aiden stares at him for a moment longer before nodding and then turning and
walking out the door.
Ethan gives Stiles a watery smile, bends down and hugs him and whispers in his
ear, “Thank you. I haven’t seen that look on his face in a long time. It’s good
to see it again.” before pulling back and following behind his brother.
Stiles sighs and if he could he would wipe his forehead which he can feel
dotted with sweat. So much has changed in the past week that it feels like
months have passed. He doesn’t know when it happened but he woke up one morning
no longer afraid of all the shit going on around him and decided to do
something about it. He’s sick and tired of watching his friends and family look
behind them every five minutes because they are afraid of being struck down.
That needed to change and since no one else was stepping up Stiles knew he had
to be the one to do it.
He just hopes that wherever his mom is that she’s proud of him and is watching
over him and his dad. That and taking care of his friends and dad are the only
things that matter to him.
~!@#$%&@!~
Three hours later, just after the nurse leaves with his left over dinner, the
door to his room opens and Scott steps inside. Stiles instantly tenses and puts
his guard up. “What do you want?” he spits out.
Scott’s eyes flash quickly but that doesn’t faze Stiles anymore so he just
raises an eyebrow and waits for an answer. “I came to talk about what happened
with my mom earlier.” He says coldly.
Stiles shrugs as much as he can. “She came in here and was rude to me and
Deaton so Deaton told her off. I had nothing to do with it. Deaton and I asked
her if she could get whatever was left of the pill so he could examine it and
suddenly she just became really rude. Deaton had a few words with her and she
went and got the pill. Why?”
Scott is glaring at him now. “Because she called me up demanding that I tell
her what’s going on and why I’ve been treating you like shit. She also wanted
me to tell her what I’ve been supposedly hiding from her. What the hell did you
two say to her?” he growls.
Stiles rolls his eyes. “We said what she needed to hear. The truth. She came in
here pissed at me because of what happened at school a few days ago, like it
was my fault. Deaton also knew what had happened and told her to stop being
rude and defending you all the time when she doesn’t even know what’s going on
in the first place.”
Scott’s fangs are peaking out of this lip by now. “And what did you say to
her?”
Stiles stares right into Scott’s gold eyes. “I told her she needs to stop
protecting you from things she doesn’t understand. I told her that she needs to
sit down with you and really ask you what’s going on instead of just always
getting the cliff notes version. I told her she needs to stop assuming you’re
the innocent party in everything and blaming other people every time your
feelings get hurt. More or less so anyway, she got the gist of it all though.”
Scott clenches his hands down by his sides. “What gives you the right to do
that?” his voice is low now but it definitely hasn’t lost the growl. Stiles is
completely baffled right now. Scott has changed so much because of Allison and
none of it has been for the good. Allison truly is her Aunt and Mother and
Grandfather’s family because she is turning out just like them and she’s
dragging Scott down with her. She’s either going to turn Scott into a monster
himself or she’s going to get him killed. Hell, she may even kill him herself
when she gets tired of him.
Stiles can see it in her eyes every time he looks at her. The insanity and
hatred lurking right under the surface just waiting for the right moment to
come out and play. All she needs is the tiniest bit of motivation to unleash
all the demons inside of herself on anyone in her way. The smallest reason can
set her off and when she’s all said and done she has every excuse in the book
for why she did what she did.
Stiles hates this but when he’s done with the Alpha pack and then the Darach
he’s going after Allison next. He won’t kill her, he could never kill a human
being, but he is going to run her ass out of town or maybe just push her into
doing something illegal so his dad can arrest her and send her away for a long
time. Either one will do really.
“What gave me the right was when she would rather me die than risk her job all
because of what you supposedly told her about us. That’s what gave me the
right. Tell me Scott, what did you say to her to make her want me dead rather
than alive?” he asks, turning the tables.
Scott pauses and looks away guiltily for a second before looking back with
coldness once again in his eyes. “I told her the truth?”
Stiles raises an eyebrow again. “Oh yeah? And what was that?”
Scott clenches his jaw. Stiles doesn’t care. “I told her you cut me out of your
life because you found better friends than me and Allison.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? You and Allison? I was never friends with Allison
Scott, I only pretended to like her because I knew she was important to you.
And I didn’t dump you for better friends, you dumped me months ago for Allison.
You chose to follow Allison blindly instead of trusting and believing in your
best friend. Hell, even Jackson believed in me when we weren’t even friends at
the time. Even he knew I knew what I was doing and he hated me at the time. Yet
my own best friend, someone I had been friends with for years, didn’t believe
in me enough to see that I was right about everything. You decided to follow
your dick instead. Look where that got you Scott. Lots of people died and you
were nearly killed by your own girlfriend and yet you still continue to think
with your dick and not your head.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He says. But Stiles can hear the
waver in his voice. That means he’s seeing things from a different point of
view now that someone has pointed it out to him. Stiles doesn’t care anymore,
he probably sounds like a broken record by now but whatever, Scott had plenty
of chances and he’s not getting anymore. Stiles isn’t being walked on all over
again.
“Yes I do Scott. I know exactly what I’m talking about. Allison let Kate
manipulate her and she almost killed us, she let her mom manipulate her into
thinking all werewolves were monsters and tried to kill Derek even though he
saved your life, and then she let Gerard use her grief against her and
manipulate her into nearly killing Boyd and Erica, kidnapping me, stabbing
Isaac with daggers and distracting you long enough for Gerard to sneak in and
take over the fight at the warehouse. And yet after all of that, after all of
her many many offenses, you still follow her around like a lost puppy dog with
the good princess. Why can’t you see she’s using you and your feelings for her
as a means to get you to do what she wants just so she can betray you in the
end and do it her way anyway?”
Scott opens his mouth to reply but Stiles holds up his hand. “Just don’t Scott.
You know I’m right and until you grow the hell up and take responsibility for
your own actions you’re never going to learn anything. That’s not my fault. I
don’t make your mind up for you. When you first met Allison I was happy for
you, I was happy that you finally found that special someone you were always
talking and dreaming about. Even though I didn’t like her I didn’t get in the
way because I saw how much you cared for her. But the second she put other
people in danger, innocent people, whether they were human or werewolf was the
second I stepped in and tried to tell you what was going on. I’ve been trying
to help you see the truth from the beginning you just haven’t cared enough to
listen. And now that you’re world is falling apart and you’re finally starting
to see that I was right you just expect me to be there and not be pissed that
you ditched me and put my life in danger all for a piece of ass that isn’t even
worth it. That’s not me anymore Scott, I’ll always care for you deeply because
we grew up as friends but it’s time you start standing up for yourself and
making your own decisions instead of just blindly following someone. Maybe if
you’re on your own for a while you’ll finally start seeing clearer.”
Scott slams his hands down on the bar at the foot of Stiles’ hospital bed and
grips the bar tight. “What about you with Lydia? You would do anything for her
wouldn’t you?”
Stiles shakes his head. “I admit that I did love Lydia very deeply not too long
ago but as of the past few months I’ve gotten to know her as an actual person
and not just an idea and I’ve realized that the love I felt was more of a hero
worship than actual love with actual feelings. I realized that as an idea she
may have been perfect but as a human being she became just an ordinary friend
that I care about but I’m not in love with her anymore. And no Scott, even when
I did love Lydia I would never have let her get away with murder or attempted
murder or anything else illegal. Love shouldn’t stop you from seeing the truth
or not being able to tell right from wrong. I love my dad with all my heart but
if I found out tomorrow that he was secretly a dirty cop you bet your ass I
would be on the phone with the FBI turning him in and ultimately saving
hundreds of lives by getting him out of the way. It would hurt like hell and I
would be disgusted with myself for a while but I would know in my heart that it
was the right thing to do and that my mom would be proud of me for doing the
right thing and in turn saving people’s lives. It is a sacrifice you have to
make in order to keep people safe. Sometimes even from themselves.”
Scott is gaping at him slightly. “Is it really that easy for you?” he whispers.
Stiles sighs. “No Scott. It would be one of the hardest things I’ve ever done
in my life but it would be the right thing. It would be the decision that saves
people and helps people. That’s how you know you’re doing the right thing.
Sacrificing a lot of things, sometimes even yourself, it’s worth it if you can
save even just one person while doing it. My mom told me that the day she died.
She told me that by letting herself move on to heaven that she was giving
someone else a chance at life. I never knew what she meant until I found out a
few years later that she was an organ donor. I found out that her heart, which
was actually healthy, went to a woman in Texas who was pregnant and about to
lose her child because her heart was failing. That woman now has a beautiful
nine year old, a gorgeous five year old, a handsome three year old and one more
due in two months. My mom sacrificed the rest of her time with me and my dad in
order to give her heart to someone who she felt needed it more. The doctor told
me that she handpicked the woman she gave her heart to. That she knew what she
was doing and she was positive in her decision. She gave up her life so that a
woman could live and give birth to four more people. Did you know that woman
named her first daughter after my mom because she knew what kind of sacrifice
my mom made for her and her family? Did you know that woman writes me every
year on the anniversary on my mom’s death asking me to thank my mother yet
again for what she did; she even has flowers delivered to the house for me to
take to the grave when I visit. I get some on her birthday, the anniversary of
her death and Christmas. Along with pictures of her family that I put in a
little photo album that way I can show my kids and tell them how brave their
grandmother was. What she sacrificed to save just one life. Tell me that
doesn’t mean something Scott. Tell me that turning in one person, even if you
love them, isn’t worth saving a life that they may take in the future.”
Several minutes go by and Scott still hasn’t said anything. “You can leave
now.” Stiles finally says.
The soft click of the door is the only sound Stiles hears as he gives into
everything weighing on him. The silent tears fall down his cheeks as he cries
himself to sleep for the first time in a long time.
***** Chapter 9 *****
Chapter Summary
     Stiles learns some things about Deaton and then Shit hits the fan....
Chapter Notes
     One more chapter of Part A to go and then we get into Part B. I
     really hope you guys are enjoying this and like where I take things.
Part A-Chapter 9
“So how did your chat with Mr. McCall go?”
Stiles turns his head from the window to the doorway and finds Deaton standing
just inside. Of course Stiles wouldn’t have heard him come in and of course he
would know about his and Scott’s talk/fight. Deaton always seems to creepily
know everything.
Stiles shrugs and turns to look back out the window for a moment. Scott left
over four hours ago. Stiles slept for nearly three and only woke up when the
nurse came in to give him a drink and some snacks. Stiles couldn’t get back to
sleep after that so he’s been staring out the window for the last hour and a
half with nothing else to do.
“Not so good but I’m betting you already knew that.” He answers.
Deaton chuckles at him. “I had a feeling things were not going to go well but I
do not know what you said to each other. My foresight only goes so far in some
cases. Things of a private manor do not come so easy unless I have direct
permission from one of the private parties.” He explains.
Stiles is intrigued. He’s been wondering lately if he’ll ever be able to do the
things that Deaton can do. He may never have seen Deaton in action but now that
he is aware of what and who he is he can feel the power seeping out of the man
every time he enters his room. Finally the curiosity gets the better of him.
“Will I ever be able to do the things you can?”
Deaton chuckles again. “Stiles you already can, and even so much more. I
learned how to be a druid because my sister was born one and I wanted to
protect her, I wasn’t a naturally born druid. The things I can do come from
studying and pushing myself. The things you can do come naturally because you
were born to do them. You can do anything you set your mind to, even now
without any training. All you have to do is believe in yourself and find an
anchor to ground you to your human side and anything is possible.”
“An anchor. Like with Scott and them?”
Deaton nods. “Yes. Anchors actually came from the Druids first. Many years ago
most werewolves were feral because they didn’t know how to control their urges
and instincts. An Alpha by the name of Darren Hale, he killed his wife by
accident because his wolf lost control. He nearly committed suicide but he had
three children to take care of and raise. He sought out a witch to take his
wolf away but found a druid by the name of Alexis Deaton and she taught him how
to control himself and center his wolf. It took years but he did it and he
became a better man for it. He and his children went on to create one of the
largest and most powerful packs in the world. They aligned themselves with the
Deaton’s and have kept their control in check ever since.”
Stiles is stunned. He had no idea of how Deaton had become the emissary to the
Hale pack. He just thought that after the Hales moved to Beacon Hills years ago
that Talia met Deaton and he became their emissary that way. Thinking about it
now Stiles realizes how stupid that actually sounds. Who the hell would appoint
a random stranger to help with the pack and family when they don’t even know
them? Even if that person did happen to be a druid.
“Did you want to be an Emissary?” he asks.
Deaton sighs and shakes his head. “Honestly? No. When I hit of age and showed
no signs of the magic I was the happiest I had ever been. I thought I was free
from having to lead the life that my mother and my grandmother and my
grandmother’s father had to live. I was just getting ready to go off to college
when my sister came into her powers. I was so devastated because our mother had
passed away two years prior and our grandparents were already gone. My sister
was terrified. She had no idea what to do. I couldn’t leave her so I changed my
major to Veterinarian science and started learning the ways of the druids.”
“Was there ever a moment when you wanted to stop? To stop helping and just go
and live the life that you wanted? The life that you deserved?” Stiles asks as
he looks out the window with a faraway look on his face.
Deaton gives him a soft smile and turns to look out the window as well. “Many
times Stiles. There were several times when I actually packed my stuff and had
it in the car ready to go. I would get into the car, put the key in the
ignition, start the car and pull out of the driveway.” He admits.
“How far did you get?”
Deaton laughs. “Pretty much only to the end of the block and then I was turning
around and heading home again. There was one time when I actually made it
several miles down the highway.”
“What made you turn around that time?”
“I looked at the picture of my mom and sister hanging from the visor and I just
couldn’t do it. They meant more to me then getting an education, miles away.
That was the last time I ever packed my things and tried to leave. When I got
back to the house I started researching Veterinarian courses at the local
colleges. No matter how much I wanted to leave and get out I just couldn’t do
that to my sister. Her life was more important than mine at that time because
of what she was. If anyone had found out about her and what she could do she
would have been in great danger. I didn’t want anything to happen to her so I
became the Druid for the family so that she could have a life.”
Stiles takes this all in. Deaton has never talked this much before, and never
about himself. “Sometimes I want to run too.” He admits quietly to the silent
room. He feels ashamed of himself because he would be leaving his father and
Scott and the pack behind but sometimes he just doesn’t want to do it anymore.
Deaton nods like he already knew this. “I know. The very first time I ever met
you I knew you were one of us and that you would have trouble accepting it.
It’s not a very easy thing to accept to be honest. Being a Druid is more than
most people will ever know and even the ones that do know still don’t
understand everything. Even to this day there are moments when I want to run
too. I may not be a Druid for my sister anymore but I am what I made myself and
I have a vow to keep.”
Deaton suddenly turns to look Stiles directly in the eye. “You were born a
Druid Stiles. I know you may not want it because you would rather be the fully
human one of the pack but you are so much more than a Druid. You are still very
much human but you are also an Alpha now.” he states with all seriousness.
Stiles furrows his brows. Deaton is the second person to call him an Alpha to
his face and he doesn’t get how he could be one. He knows he wants to lead his
pack and he wants them to be safe but he’s still just a human and last time he
checked Alpha’s were werewolves. “How can that be? I’m human.” He states
dumbly.
Deaton chuckles lowly. “Yes, you are. But Alpha’s do not have to be
Supernatural creatures Stiles. Alpha’s are people who lead, protect and fight
for the ones they love. Everyone has a little bit of Alpha in them but only the
true leader’s stand up and show the potential.” Deaton sighs heavily. “I’m
afraid I made a mistake in thinking Scott was a True Alpha. You two spent so
much time together that what I was feeling from you I mistook it for coming
from Scott instead. I instantly knew you were a Druid but I didn’t think you
would come this far in being a leader. I gave Scott false hope in being an
Alpha when I should have been helping you realize your Alpha nature instead.”
Stiles is silent for a few moments. He doesn’t know what to say honestly. For
the past 17 years he’s thought he was a normal teenager and now he’s finding
out that he was born to be Supernatural in some way and it’s kind of tilting
his axis right now. He’s not afraid to be a Druid but he is afraid of what he
is capable of doing. He doesn’t want to accidently hurt someone but he doesn’t
want someone to get hurt for not doing anything at all.
He sighs and resigns himself to the fact that he’s going to have to step up. As
a Druid and an Alpha apparently. He wants his friends and family safe and he
will do anything to make sure that happens. If that means he has to hone his
Druidness and Alphaness and kick some ass then he’s going to do it. He was
raised to always do the right thing and take care of the people he loves and
he’s going to stick to that.
He looks up to find Deaton smiling at him and rolls his eyes because he knows
Deaton knew all along that he would accept his fate and do what he needs to do.
“I hate when you do that.” He grumbles.
Deaton laughs and again Stiles is surprised to hear it sound so light and
happy. Deaton has always been mysterious and even grumpy at times, but never
truly happy. Stiles nearly gasps out loud when he realizes that the reason
Deaton seems so happy is because now that Stiles is accepting being a Druid and
ready to learn Deaton can retire and live the life he spent so many years
trying to get to. The life he nearly left his sister behind to live because he
too was terrified of the things he could do.
“I’m ready.” Stiles voices even though he doesn’t have to.
Deaton already knows but he nods anyway. He pulls a smile vile from his pocket
and walks over to Stiles. He hands him the vile and smiles. “Drink this and
within an hour you will be completely fine. When you’re ready come and find me
and we will start you’re training. I know you want to see your dad and pack
first and that’s okay. Spend some time with them and then come and see me
tonight. We’ll start immediately.”
Stiles swallows down the liquid as soon as Deaton sets it into his hand and
immediately begins feeling better. He can feel the liquid moving throughout his
system and attacking whatever made him this way in the first place. He sighs in
relief and shoots Deaton a look of gratitude. “I’ll meet you at the clinic
tonight at 7. I know exactly what I want to learn first.”
~!@#$%&@!~
Four hours, one hospital discharge, one visit to Deaton and several phones
calls later Stiles is unlocking the front door of his house and stepping
inside. He tosses his hospital bag through the doorway leading into the living
room, it landing on the couch softly, and heads to the kitchen to pour himself
a glass of water.
He only makes it a few feet into the kitchen before someone grabs him from
behind, shoves a nasty ass smelling rag over his mouth and nose and begins
dragging him backwards out of the house.
Stiles immediately begins putting up a fight. Kicking and trying to scream at
his attackers. It’s not working though. The rag is soaked in chloroform and as
he inhales he can feel his body weakening. The last thing he sees before he
loses consciousness is Ethan’s face and he knows it’s time.
~!@#$%&@!~
Stiles blinks his eyes open slowly. There’s a bright light shining directly on
him and when he goes to lift his hand up to block it he realizes they are tied
behind his back. He wiggles them and realizes its rope. Very tight rope.
He sighs and lets his eyes adjust to the light so he can look around. He’s in
Derek’s loft. Of course he is. where else would he fucking be. He sighs again
and finally notices everyone else around him.
Derek and Peter are strung up on the two thick pillars directly across from
each other on opposite sides of the room. Scott and Allison are on the floor
back to back tied together. Of course. Boyd, Cora and Isaac are hogtied on the
floor in separate corners of the room. Stiles furrows his brow and looks around
himself. He’s tied to a chair in the very center of the room and every pack
member has a view of him. A perfect view.
He opens his mouth to ask what’s going on when suddenly Kali and Deucalion step
out from behind each of the pillars to stand directly in from of him. “Are you
comfortable Stiles?” Deucalion asks.
Stiles wiggles in his seat slightly and smiles at Deucalion widely. “I sure am.
Thanks for asking.”
Kali snarls and smacks him right across the face. Stiles’ head snaps to the
side and he instantly tastes blood in his mouth. “Watch your tone or I’ll rip
your throat out…”
“With your teeth?” Stiles guesses before chuckling. “Yeah I’ve heard that
before. It’s more of a Hale thing though the threat doesn’t quite suit you. If
you had threatened to slit my throat with your feet claws I may be a bit more
convinced.”
Kali roars and takes a step towards him but Deucalion holds his cane up in her
way. She immediately stops and growls at Stiles. “Don’t let him get to you
Kali. Humans are always sarcastic right before they die.” He smirks.
Stiles rolls his eyes heavenward. “I hate when the bad guys get all cliché.
Can’t any of you come up with your own lines? It’s really not that hard. I can
help you write some catch phrases if you want. I’m pretty good at it.”
Before Stiles can blink Deucalion’s cane is across his face harder than Kali’s
hand by a thousand fold. Stiles grunts and this time spits out blood. Derek
growls and Deucalion smirks before turning his head to look at him. “Oh Derek.
I wouldn’t go feeling all protective over Stiles. Not once we show you all some
things.” He adds as if it’s just an afterthought.
Subtly Stiles catches Aiden’s eyes, who’s been standing by the huge window with
Ethan, watches how they widen slightly and then harden. Stiles can barely
contain his giddiness because they now officially have Aiden on their side. He
slides his eyes over to Ethan and blinks twice. Ethan nods, turns toward the
window and pulls his phone out of his pocket to text.
Deucalion turns his attention back to Stiles and smiles. “Would you like to
tell Derek what I’m talking about or should I do the honors?”
Stiles shrugs the best he can. “You seem to know what you’re talking about so
why don’t you do it. I wouldn’t want to get anything wrong or leave anything
out.”
This time the cane is sent right into his stomach. He bends forward with a
rough cough before straightening up once again. Deucalion laughs and does it
again several times until Stiles can’t breathe properly and he has spots of
pain in his vision.
“Aiden please bring me the tape.” Deucalion says and steps over to a TV and VCR
set that Stiles didn’t even notice until now.
Aiden pulls a tape out from behind his back and walks over to Deucalion. He
hands the tape over and steps back immediately. Deucalion shakes the tape
slightly and turns to face Derek and the pack once again. “This is a tape of
Ethan and Stiles dancing at Jungle. Stiles has been trading information on you
all for quite some time. Danny is just an act. Always has been.”
Every set of eyes in the room turn to him. Stiles doesn’t look at anyone but
Derek with the occasional glance at Peter. He could care less what Scott and
Allison think and the other three are probably just confused and hurt. Stiles
lets his face look guilty but his eyes are telling a different story.
As soon as Derek’s eyes bleed red Deucalion smiles and pops the tape into the
VCR player. The screen flickers for a moment before the Jungle’s dance floor
comes to life and Stiles and Ethan are the center of attention. The screen
clearly shows Ethan and Stiles in some compromising positions, talking the
whole time privately. The video even shows when Stiles moaned.
When the video stops Deucalion flicks the TV off and walks over to stand in
front of Derek. “Don’t you see Derek? You can’t trust anybody. Not even pack.
Join us. Cut all of these loose ends and join us.”
Deucalion continues his speech while Kali circles Peter grinning. Something
above his head catches his eye and when Stiles looks up he sees Jackson
grinning down at him. Finally.
“Hey Duke!” Stiles shouts.
Deucalion jerks around and glares at him. “Don’t call me that.” He snaps.
Stiles smirks. “Catch.”
***** Chapter 10 *****
Chapter Summary
     You learn some surprising things.
Chapter Notes
     Part A is finally complete. This chapter is shorter than most but I
     wasn’t sure how to end Part A without rambling or cutting off at the
     wrong time. I am so sorry this has taken me a while to finish but so
     much has happened to me in the last year that I still haven’t
     processed it all. Part B will technically be like the shows Part A
     ending I guess. There are a few ideas from the last few episodes of
     Part A that I decided to bring into the story just changing them up a
     bit. It’ll all make a bit more sense when you actually read Part B
     though.
Part A-Chapter 10
Chaos erupts immediately. Jackson jumps on Deucalion from above and the loft
doors burst open. The Sheriff, Danny and Lydia busting in. Lydia runs for
Isaac, Boyd and Cora while the Sheriff runs for Stiles and Danny for Scott and
Allison.
At this point Deucalion has thrown Jackson away from him and turns his
attention to Stiles. “You little pathetic human. You think anyone is going to
help you after what they just saw?” he growls. “You think your friends are
going to want to help a backstabber?”
Stiles stops and turns. Scott and Allison are already at the door. Allison has
a tight grip on Scott’s hand and she’s whispering things into his ear. Looking
at Stiles the entire time.
With a small nod Scott and her are out the door and gone.
Stiles knew that would happen and turns back to Deucalion with a shrug.
“Allison and Scott are on the list. They will be taken care of later. Tonight
is about you and Kali.”
Deucalion shakes his head with a chuckle. “What makes you think you can beat
me? Four humans and a werewolf? You don’t stand a chance.”
It’s Stiles’ turn to shake his head with a chuckle. “It’s three werewolves by
the way and you shouldn’t underestimate humans Deucalion. We don’t need to beat
you, only outsmart you.”
“Agh!”
Deucalion spins around and sees Ethan and Aiden immerged as their Alpha holding
Kali by the throat. “What do you think you’re doing?!” he shouts.
“What’s right.” Their nails rip right across Kali’s throat.
“No!” Deucalion’s entire face begins to distort. Change. But not in the normal
way. “I am the demon wolf!” he screams.
Deucalion spins and charges for the twins. Stiles goes to run after him but
three sets of arms circle around him. He begins fighting against them.
Struggling and shouting. His father, Jackson and Danny run over to help him but
by then it’s too late.
Deucalion grabs the twin Alpha’s head and literally rips them in half. Back
into two separate bodies. The twins fall off to the side, their eyes burning
Omega blue before flickering out and fading away. Stiles screams and struggles
even more.
“It’s what they deserve.” A voice, which sounds like Boyd’s, growls in his ear
before finally releasing him to fall to the floor.
Stiles immediately runs over to Ethan while believe it or not Isaac runs to
Aiden. He sets his fingers against Ethan’s throat and barely feels a pulse.
“Lydia, Danny go get Deaton! Their alive but just barely. We need his help.”
Stiles shouts.
Stiles stands up and turns around only to have his breath catch and his heart
stop. Deucalion has his nails posed against Derek’s throat and a devilish smile
on his face. “Don’t move.” he warns.
Stiles nods and even backs away a step. “Why are you doing this Deucalion?”
Deucalion laughs and there’s nothing human about it. “Why? Why?! For power you
idiot! I want more! I want an unlimited supply! I want it all! People, human
and werewolf alike will fear me by the time I’m done getting what I want.”
“Why Derek? Why his pack?” Stiles needs to keep him talking so his nails don’t
end up across Derek’s throat.
“Why else? He’s a Hale and an Alpha to boot. I want his power. With the power
of a Hale Alpha in me I could take down the rest of your little pack no
problem.”
Deucalion turns his attention back to Derek. “You should have joined me.” he
whispers before his claws swipe right across.
“NO!!!” Stiles screams with all his might, squeezing his eyes shut.
Seconds, minutes, hours, maybe even days pass before someone whispers a
disbelieving ‘What!’.
Stiles’ eyes snap open and he gasps. A silvery see-through shield? is wrapped
around Derek like protection and Deucalion is laying several feet away
struggling to his feet. Deucalion stands. “Well well well…” he says.
Stiles is breathing heavy and he has no idea what’s going on. This isn’t what
he and Deaton studied the other night. “I…” he trails off as he looks at Derek.
Derek is staring at him wide-eyed. Even Peter looks shocked. Deucalion chuckles
again and shakes his head. “You don’t even know do you?” he asks with what
sounds like pity in his voice.
“Know what?” Stiles can’t help but ask.
Deucalion sighs. “Only a Pure Soul can shield another Soul from death.”
“What does that mean?”
Deucalion smiles. “It means you have more power inside you than you can
possibly imagine. And soon, that power will be mine.” Without another word
Deucalion turns and jumps through the large window disappearing.
~!@#$%&@!~
“Can you save them?”
Thirty minutes later Derek, Jackson, Isaac and Boyd lift the twins onto two
metal tables in Deaton’s office while Stiles, his father, Lydia and Peter
gather the supplies Deaton instructed them to.
Deaton nods. “It’s cutting a bit close but you brought them just in time. They
will live when I’m done with them but they will need rest and a safe place to
go.”
“My parent’s place is empty, they can rest there.” Jackson offers.
Deaton nods. “That will do just fine. I need everyone out while I do this.
Stiles you may stay if you like.”
Stiles shakes his head gently. “I have some explaining to do. We’ll talk as
soon as the twins are in recovery.” Deaton nods again and sets to work on what
he needs to do.
Stiles follows everyone but Cora into the waiting room. After Deucalion escaped
Cora grabbed her bag, said goodbye to Derek and Peter and skipped town before
anyone else could blink. Stiles has no idea where she plans on going but he
hopes she makes it their safe.
As soon as everyone is in the waiting room Derek spins on Stiles and growls.
“What the hell happened tonight?”
Stiles narrows his eyes at Derek but doesn’t back down. “What happened was me
doing what needed to be done in order to save the people I care about Derek.”
“Then what the hell was that tape all about?” Boyd growls behind Derek.
Stiles snaps his head around and glares at Boyd with all his might. “You’re the
reason Ethan and Aiden are in there right now Boyd so why don’t you shut the
fuck up and sit down before I make you!” he shouts.
Boyd’s eyes widen and he takes a step back. Jackson smirks and elbows him down
into a nearby chair and the Sheriff adjusts his grip on the gun he’s holding.
Danny and Lydia have their arms crossed and if looks could kill Danny would
have stuck Boyd down by now. Isaac is trying to make himself look small in the
corner of the room. Not sure whose side he should be on.
Stiles turns his attention back to Derek but answers Boyd’s question anyway.
“The tape was of me approaching Ethan in Jungle to ask him for his help in
taking Deucalion and Kali down and his help on getting Aiden to see the truth
and join his brother in doing the right thing. If any of you really think that
I would join anyone to take any of you down then you don’t really know me. I
care about everyone in this room and I would never harm you or help someone
else harm you. The only reason you’re alive right now Boyd is because Ethan
didn’t want to kill you and distracted them long enough for Deucalion’s plan to
fail.”
Stiles sighs and rubs his head. There’s a headache forming and he’s feeling
very jittery. He knew the repercussions of his actions would be on the not-so-
good side but he honestly didn’t think everyone would automatically assume he
would betray all of them and help to try and get them killed. No one in Derek’s
pack has any trust what-so-ever. He knows they all have good reasons for it but
Stiles has done nothing but follow them around, do whatever they want and save
all of their asses on more than one occasion.
“Look, I don’t really care if any of you believe me or not. I don’t. I’m done
running after all of you,” he points to Derek, Peter, Boyd and Isaac when he
says this. “doing whatever you want and helping you in every way I can.
Especially because all of you do nothing but treat me like shit and push me
away.”
Isaac whines from the corner and ducks his head down when everyone turns to
look at him. Stiles blinks in surprise when Boyd echo’s the sound and also
ducks his head down. Stiles’ blinks turns into gaping when both Boyd and Isaac
tilt their heads and bare their throats to him.
Stiles immediately points to Jackson, Lydia and Danny who are smirking. “Not a
word or I swear to god…”
“You’ll rip our throats out?” Lydia asks sweetly.
“With your teeth?” Jackson adds helpfully.
Danny outright laughs while Stiles groans and buries his head in his hands. “I
hate all of you and I’m not the god damned Alpha!”
It’s Peter that cuts in this time. “Actually. From what I’ve seen, you are. You
have your very own pack and you organized this entire plan just to help save
another pack. One that’s not your own.”
“No offense but I didn’t do it just for you guys, I did it for my friends as
well. We were all, still are actually, in danger.” Stiles protests but even he
can tell it’s weak to his own ears.
“I understand that Stiles but your friends weren’t in as much danger as Derek
and us. the Alpha pack would have only gone after people in Derek’s pack
because that’s how Derek would have gained more power. By killing his own
beta’s not random teenagers. You chose to stand up and fight for Derek and his
pack all on your own. That’s what makes you an Alpha. And apparently a Pure
Soul.” Peter finishes.
Stiles sighs irritated. “Fine. Whatever. I’m the Alpha. Happy?” he demands.
Immediately Stiles is instantly crushed against four people. He ‘oomphs’ and
chuckles. “You guys are weird.” He mutters but hugs them all back anyway.
“You love it.” they all say.
Boyd is the first to pull back. He scratches the back of his head and glances
first at Stiles, then Derek and then the closed door to the examination room.
“I owe them both apologies. Their Beta’s now because of me.” he sounds ashamed
and Stiles smiles gently at him.
“They’ll be fine and trust me when I say there probably won’t be any hard
feelings. Neither of them wanted to be Alpha’s anyway. If they could go back
without dying they would, you just helped them do it. The important thing is
that we got them here in time and after some well needed rest they will be back
to their normal pain in the ass selves.” Stiles claps Boyd on the shoulder and
turns back to Derek and Peter.
“Look Derek, I’m sorry I didn’t include you in on the plan but, no offense,
you’re easy to read. You really are. You spend so much time trying to hide your
feeling and what you’re thinking that it shows all over your face.”
Derek opens his mouth to respond but doesn’t get the chance because at that
moment Deaton opens the examination door. “Stiles. Your new Beta’s are awake
and they need their pack.” he stares.
Jackson, Lydia, Danny, The Sheriff and surprisingly everyone else immediately
follows Stiles into the room and crowd around the newly transformed Beta’s.
Stiles stands between the two tables and places his hands on both Ethan and
Aiden’s shoulders. “How do you feel?” he asks gently.
Ethan blinks his eyes open slowly and sends Stiles a small smile before seeking
out his boyfriend. Danny immediately grabs Ethan’s hand and kisses his
forehead. Stiles turns to Aiden and smirks when he sees Isaac already at his
side checking on him. Stiles clears his throat and raises his eyebrow when
Isaac’s head snaps up. He blushes deep red and moves to hide behind Boyd. “How
do you feel?”
Aiden sends him a smirk. “Day or two and I’ll be good Alpha Stiles.”
Stiles moves his hands from their shoulders to their necks and rubs over their
pulse points. He looks up at his father. “Is it alright if we puppy pile at
Jackson’s house for a few days. I can’t stand them being like this.”
John gives his son a soft smile and nods his head. “Of course. I may not
understand everything yet but I definitely understand Alpha and Beta dynamics
son.”
Stiles smiles and nods. “Thanks dad.” he turns to Deaton. “Can we take them?”
Deaton nods. “They should be fine to leave. They’re going to need help walking
for a bit but they can move.”
“Thanks Doc. I’m gonna get these guys to Jackson’s and get them settled in.
I’ll come back in a bit and we’ll talk alright?”
“Of course. Take all the time you need. I’ll be here for a while tonight. I
have a lot to get done myself.”
Stiles nods and then signals for Danny and Jackson to help Ethan up. When he
turns to instruct Lydia and his dad to grab Aiden he finds Boyd and Isaac
already doing it. Isaac bites his bottom lip and turns puppy eyes on Stiles.
“Can we come too?”
“Of course you can. As long as it’s okay with Derek.”
“I’m fine with it because I’m coming too.” He states immediately.
Stiles nods. “Let’s go then. I don’t want to chance running into the Darach or
Deucalion tonight.” he shudders. Not so much at the thought of Deucalion but of
the Darach. Deaton and he spent a lot of time going over information on the
Darach and the sacrifices and what he might need to do in order to take it out.
With one last farewell to Deaton the two packs head to their cars and speed to
Jackson’s.
~!@#$%&@!~
Stiles sighs and sips his coffee as he watches the sun begin to rise through
Jackson’s glass kitchen wall. It’s been a very long night and Stiles hasn’t
slept a wink. The other members of the two packs are in the living room puppy
piling it on a bunch of mattresses left over in the bedrooms fast asleep.
Stiles had to wait until he knew they were really asleep to get up and go see
Deaton. Once they got to Jackson’s no one wanted him to leave.
On any other time he would have stayed and slept with them but Deaton had
information he needed and he had to make sure no one would follow him to the
clinic and listen in.
Movement in the doorway makes his head snap away from the rising sun and
straight at Derek. “Morning.” He says automatically.
Derek nods in greeting and heads over to the coffee machine to poor himself a
glass. When he’s done he moves to sit in front of Stiles at the kitchen table.
Stiles is currently perched on the counter. His favorite spot to sit in any
kitchen really.
“We need to talk.” Derek says.
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