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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale, The_Hale_Pack, Scott_McCall, Allison
      Argent, Sheriff_Stilinski, Melissa_McCall, Kate_Argent, The_Argents
  Additional Tags:
      sterek, Kidnapping, Torture, Aftermath_of_Torture, Explicit_Sexual
      Content, Rimming, Knotting, Mates, Anal_Sex, Rape, Permanent_Injury,
      Magical_Stiles_Stilinski, Mpreg, Anal_Fingering, Spark_Stiles_Stilinski,
      Magic, Alternate_Universe_-_No_Hale_Fire
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-04-24 Chapters: 1/? Words: 2224
****** To Heal a Broken Spirt ******
by Venus_Girl
Summary
     Derek Hale was kidnapped on his thirteenth birthday, 12 years ago; no
     one has seen him since. Stiles Stilinski is a spark but still has no
     idea what it means. Throw in some fire, Argents, torture, one very
     bored, curious Stiles, and 12 other missing 13 year old
     werewolves...Sounds like fun
Notes
     This is my first shot at any type of posted fan work... I've had the
     idea in my head for a while about doing a damaged Derek and a hero
     type Stiles, let's just see how this goes. I'll hopefully be posting
     at least once a week. Also pardon my grammar it was never my strong
     suit.
                    Chapter_1:_The_Day_He_Dreamt_of_Wolves 
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It was raining. Derek hated it. He hadn't always disliked the rain, but the
soft pitter patter of the water on the windows encased in a web of wolfsbane
coated bars only made him long to be out there running in the rain when he knew
all too well that was never going to happen. He reluctantly, retreated from his
spot by the window. Careful to no make a sound, he navigated his way back in
the dim glow of too widely spaced lights down the hall, to the reason he was
even there. He cautiously pushed open the heavy, industrial strength door and
stepped into the lit room beyond. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to
the unaccustomed brightness but he was relived to see that she was asleep and
his escapade to watch the rain had gone unnoticed. He wasn't afraid of the pain
he would have assuredly received if he had been caught, but he was afraid of
what would happen to his last chance to escape. It would slip through his
fingers if he was put in the hole. The hole was not on any type of favorite
list of his but it ranked highly on her's; the punishment was not the most
physically painful but Derek had almost gone mad the last time he had put in
that dark pit for days on end, no room to move, only room to let the insanity
creep in. He situated himself back in the cold, tiny cage in the corner of the
room and waited for morning to come. Only two more days until he could finally
escape, only two more days until he could finally be free of her, after 12 long
years of holding back, pretending to be submissive, missing his family he could
finally escape his captor, his mistress, his torturer and tormentor; Kate
Argent.

***

"STILES! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!" yelled one very angry sheriff.

The one Stiles in question was quickly coming up with as many different ways of
changing his identity and emigrating to Mexico before his dad could catch him.
He estimated he had at least 2 hours of freedom, and that was being generous.

"Stiles I know your up there come down!" Bellowed the voice again. Resigned he
stood up to go face his dad before he changed his mind and decided that 2 hours
of freedom was a wiser choice. Slinking his way into their modest kitchen, he
shrunk under the heated stare of the sheriff.

"I'm glad you could finally join me, now would you care to explain exactly why
I just got a call from the Wittemore boy's father about you dying their sons
hair PINK?" his father's voice rose at the last bit as if he still could not
believe it himself.

Stiles himself was partially offended at the last bit, "It was not pink! It was
hot pink." His dad just held the same incredulous look on his face.

"Okay, okay, I get it. No more hair dying. Nice chat dad, I'm just going to get
going—" stiles hastily spoke before he was interrupted by his dad. "Stiles,
you're not getting out of this that easily. Frankly I have no idea how to
punish you but you can start with an apology to Jackson."

An involuntary groan escaped Stiles mouth, "but dad." He whined.

"No buts Stiles, you are going to apologize to Jackson and have a suitable
punishment or his dad threatened to take this to court." His dad admitted. "And
so until I figure out a suitable punishment, you are grounded." Stiles looked
horrified as his dad stated this.

"Please, please don't ground me that's so unfair. Summer is only a week away
and me and Scott had plans to celebrate the end of our junior year!" Stiles
tried, his eyes pleading with his father to revoke the grounding.

"Stiles don't look at me like that, I know you have plans but you also have to
atone for the fact that you dyed Jackson hair. I believe that—" a loud knock
interrupted Stiles dad from continuing his lecture much to Stiles relief.

"This conversation is not over yet." Stiles dad called over his shoulder as he
went to answer whoever was at the door. Stiles quickly escaped back up to room
taking out his laptop from under his pillow and started to type passionately.
He tried to convey what a pain his dad was and how he could get around his
grounding to Scott on Skype chat. His alabaster fingers flew across the keys
under the cold blue tinged light of the computer screen until he hit send, then
he shut his laptop as he heard his dad coming up the stairs with the telltale
creak on the fifth step. He shoved his laptop back under his pillow just as his
dad opened the door to his bedroom with an uncanny smile on his face. Stiles
immediately got a really bad feeling as his dad walked into the room.
Stiles mumbled nervously "dad wassup your starting to look as if you're going
to be spouting 'why so serious' quotes any minute now." Stiles' dad's grin only
widened at the comment.

"Guess who stopped by just now; Talia Hale. Her younger daughter, Cora is
having trouble in school and with keeping her grades up so she stopped by to
ask if you would tutor her over the summer. Usually I would have let you decide
but I thought that this would be the perfect punishment for you." Stiles faced
was a mix of shock and terror. Cora Hale was well known at Beacon hills high as
a petrifying sophomore that's loved to scare the shit out of staff and students
alike; she was always wearing a permanent cold bitch face.

"Oh no, anything but Cora. I'll do anything." Stiles tried to reason but his
dad was having none of it.

"Stiles don't argue it's been decided, you start the day after school lets out
and your going to be working with Cora from 10 am till 5 pm every day. So
please just try and be civil with her." Stiles' dad said definitively as he
sealed Stiles fate.

The remaining week of school Stiles spent sulking and avoiding Jackson and Cora
trying to forget the mess he had gotten himself into. The day after his junior
year ended instead of sleeping the day away as he had originally planned he had
to drag himself out of bed and head over to the Hale house with his notes from
his sophomore and junior years.

He drove his pale blue, beat up jeep through the woods, up the secluded
driveway to the hale house that was isolated by the greens of the woods. He
parked behind large silver mini van that seemed perfect for the huge Hale
family, he got out and started making his way to the lavish wooden house. As he
made it up the last porch step the door was flung open by none other then Cora
herself. Before Stiles even had a chance to speak she was ushering him inside
which was a new experience for him; usually he had at least a chance to say
hello and make a witty comment before people tried to kidnap him. He was
finally stopped in what he guessed was the main room of the house. It was a
cosy space with a fire place and plenty of comfy couch room, with an ample size
T.V. and a cute wooden coffee table that was covered in thick books that he
could only assume were for him to use to help Cora learn. Cora motioned for him
to sit down in the couch and he was happy to discover it was every bit as
comfortable as he had originally suspected.

"So..." He said nervously, his hands twitching, "what subject would you like to
work on first?" Cora just looked at him the most exasperated way as if she knew
just how afraid of her he really was. Strange.

"So math it is, I suggest be start with some basic algebra 2 concepts that way
we can make sure you understand the basics before moving in to the more complex
stuff." Stiles tried and failed to sound confident. Cora just snorted and
picked up a note pad and pencil from the table in front of them and looked at
him expectantly. Stiles decided he may as well give it his all because it
seemed theses study sessions were going to be very one sided for a while.

As it turned out he was wrong, very wrong. Cora talked almost, if not more then
he did granted him being afraid of her made him less talkative then normal but
still it was impressive. She talked about anything and everything; boys, summer
plans, how her family annoyed her constantly, embarrassing stories about her
older sister Laura, and how he smelled funny. The last one he was taken aback
about but at that point he was used to the strange comments Cora made. To his
delight, she wasn't half as bad as he convinced himself she would be, she was a
relatively slow learner but she was a good listener and good at asking
questions when she was confused.
The next four weeks flew past and he came to look forward to his time at the
Hale house. He especially loved Talia; she had this vibe about her that just
made Stiles want to sit and listen to whatever she said.
One day he got to the house a little earlier then usual and Talia told him that
Cora was out grocery shopping for her and would be back in a little bit. So
Stiles aimlessly explored the house. He made his way to the back of the house
and paused at a large wall that was absolutely covered in photos. He had to
guess there were at least a hundred of family photos that hung on that wall. He
ran a long finger against the steel frame of photo the Hale family from awhile
ago. Cora was 4 or 5, so it had to be at least 12 years old or so. He looked
and saw, Peter and his wife, Talia and her husband, Laura, Cora, and
mysterious, beautiful boy around 12 years old. His breath caught has he stared
at the black haired beauty wondering who in the hell he could be. He had to be
a Hale but he thought he had met the entire Hale family, obviously they were
hiding something or someone as this photo proved. He didn't have a chance to
think about it anymore because he heard the front door open signaling that Cora
had come home from shopping, but he made a metal note to look into it later
when he got home.

After finishing the last chapter of an assigned summer reading for Cora, they
discussed the many different uses of metaphors to describe human nature the
book had. He and Cora later had a heated debate on one particularly interesting
topic from the book about, believe it or not werewolves. Stiles was trying to
convince Cora that the wolf represented the sin in man, the monster within,
while she argued that it represented the freewill of man the freedom that all
mankind craves. They ended up in a stalemate and chose to end the debate with a
resolve to agree to disagree. Though Cora looked a little affronted that he
even had the audacity to think a wolf represented a monster within, he left
shortly after a hasty goodbye and goodnight. He drove home with that last
argument swirling inside his head.

When he got to his room he kicked his shoes off and collapsed into bed
grappling his laptop into his lap and started on some research into the hale
family and that boy in the photograph.

It's past two am and stiles is still absorbed in his research. He's gathered so
far that the Hale family has lived in the beacon hills area for generations. He
also in a totally legal way (well not really) hacked into his dad's sheriffs
account to get the records on the Hale family. He uncovered that the boy he saw
in the photo was none other then Derek Hale. Derek had been reported missing 12
years ago on his 13th birthday. He was said to be kidnapped and was tracked to
an abandoned warehouse two miles outside of beacons hills but the trail went
cold after that. Stiles was without a doubt very curious about Derek's sudden
disappearance, so he search deeper, he thought back to everything he learned
about the Hales so far. So he did what he was good at and compiled a list of
things strange about the hales; really good timing, knowing what he was doing,
good sense of smell, isolated in woods, all the meat they ate at lunch, and
finally his argument with Cora kept popping up I his head.

His head was spinning and eyes drooping with exhaustion when he finally decided
it was a good idea to take a break from his research and get some much needed
rest. That night he dreamt of wolves.
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