I know like all of my Teen Wolf fics are about Stiles.. What can I say? He's my favourite. Stiles and Isaac are the best characters. :) But this was just an idea I had. I have mostly a whole story written up so if you like this, I'll keep going. I don't own Teen Wolf, MTV does, which is surprising because everything they've done until Teen Wolf was crap :D
The story title will be explained later :) I'd like to thank my friend AvatarKenobi14.5 for coming up with that title. It was really clever!
It had been about a month since the alpha pack had arrived in Beacon Hills. They were relatively quiet and not causing trouble.. yet. Peter, who had recently gone out of town for information, and Derek seemed to think it was because they were observing. They had almost got Boyd and Erica when they first arrived, but let them go because they deemed them pathetic and weak. Stiles thought that was because they wanted Derek to train them better before they attempted to take them again so they could cut out the hard work of training betas, but he didn't voice this out loud to anyone. Not even to Scott.
Scott and Allison were friends, but had decided to not continue their relationship. At least not for the foreseeable future. Allison had actually bought a heartfelt apology to the pack for all she had done. They accepted knowing she had been essentially brainwashed by Gerard. They were still rather wary of her though. Derek was the only one she didn't apologise to. She was still royally pissed with him for what he did to her mom. She had stopped her attempts to kill him only for the pack's sake because she knew they needed an alpha. Scott hadn't actually joined the pack, but he was still always there, like Stiles was.
Stiles was in his room one Friday afternoon. He had just got home from school, so he was changing clothes to be more comfortable. Scott was coming over after he grabbed his things from home. Ever since Allison broke up with him, they had been spending time together like they always used to. Stiles was happy but sad to see his best friend upset.
He was just moving the Xbox out when Scott texted him saying he was two blocks away. Stiles went back up to his room to grab a selection of games and a few movies. He took them off the shelf and when he turned back to the door, it was blocked by a blond guy. His eyes were red, Stiles knew this wasn't an ordinary break in.
"W-what do you want?" Stiles stammered. He had been through a lot and it took a lot to scare him but he was legitimately terrified.
"Nothing much. Its just we know you're a very valuable member of Derek Hale's pack, even though you're human. Its almost like they can't function properly without you. The others have given me the job of taking care of you. Whether that means killing you or biting you. Either way it will destroy their pack. Which do you prefer? I personally could go for either one."
"Neither," Stiles said rather calmly. "Scott!" he yelled, hoping his friend was close enough to hear.
The blond alpha just laughed at him. His claws shot out of his finger tips as he advanced on Stiles. He dropped the videogames and dvds and jumped over his bed. The blond guy just stepped on them and smashed them.
"Hey! You're buying me another copy of those," Stiles yelled seeing Skyrim was the only game smashed and his copy of The Dark Knight was the only dvd destroyed.
The guy only bared his teeth and growled. He took a slash at Stiles with his right hand. Stiles jumped back and missed the claws. He took another slash with his left hand, the claws ripped Stiles' shirt and scraped his skin, it hurt.
Scott burst into the room just after it happened. He saw the guy about to take another slash at Stiles, but Scott turned and jumped across the room. He wrestled the guy and ended up smashing Stiles' desk.
Stiles did something that shocked Scott. He dug in his drawer and pulled out an arrow. The blond guy was busy fighting Scott so he didn't pay any attention. Stiles thrusted the arrow into the guy's back and he collapsed to the floor.
"No bleeding on my carpet, asshole," Stiles said kicking the guy in the head.
"What the hell?" Scott asked.
"Arrow laced with wolfsbane," Stiles shrugged. "I stole it from Allison, please don't tell her."
"What did he want?" Scott nodded to the unconsious werewolf in Stiles' floor.
"To eliminate me for being a valuable member of Derek's pack. He said he was either going to kill me or bite me so I'd be on their side."
"Sorry about your room, man."
"Its alright, I'll add it to his bill," Stiles smiled. He bent down, fished around in the guy's pocket and pulled out a wallet and pulled out all of the money.
Scott whistled. "Damn, he was loaded. That's like three hundred bucks."
"Yeah, so now his bill is paid. He owes me a new copy of The Dark Knight, Skyrim, a new t-shirt, a new desk, and for my carpet to be cleaned because he's bleeding all over it."
"That looks painful," Scott said pointing to the claw marks on Stiles' chest. "I'm going to take you to Deaton so he can check it out. Go get your keys while I do something with him. I, uh, think he's dead."
"So I just killed someone?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"I'm getting used to it. Not the first time. Is that a serial killer type thing to say? Getting used to killing people?"
"Stiles..."
Stiles got his keys while Scott took the alpha out the back door and dumped him in the yard behind some bushes. Scott took Stiles' keys and demanded to drive because Stiles was hurt. Stiles was about to argue that no one, and he means no one, not even Scott drives his jeep, but he didn't say anything because of the menacingly worried look on Scott's face.
"It barely broke the skin," Deaton said when they got to his office and he checked Stiles over. "He didn't turn you."
"Turn me? He didn't bite me," Stiles said quickly. Scott was in the other room calling Derek.
"Claw marks, if they go deep enough can turn someone. Its not as common though. I have to admit that that will hurt for a few days. And it will probably scar."
Derek arrived soon after. If Stiles didn't know better, he'd assume Derek was worried. Scott told the whole story to him while Stiles took some painkillers.
"Alright, I do not want Stiles alone at all. Scott, be with him as much as possible. I'll get Isaac to help out and stay with him so you can rest. Boyd and Erica can't do it much because they have families. I even want one of you with him at school at all times."
"Easy," Stiles said. "There's at least one of them in every class with me."
"And we always walk to class with him," Scott said. "And eat lunch with him."
The weekend went by like normal. Scott told his mom and she basically made him spend the entire weekend with Stiles. The only time Stiles was alone is when he went to the bathroom and even then Scott was right outside the door.
Scott rode with him to school on Monday morning. Jackson, under orders from Derek, sat near Stiles in math. In English, Erica and Boyd were on either side of him. Scott and Allison crowded him in their econ. class. Stiles guessed that Scott had told Allison, and being the good friend she's trying to be after doing so many wrong things, she decided to help. In chemistry, Isaac made a point to be Stiles' lab partner since Mr. Harris wouldn't let Stiles and Scott sit near each other.
When lunch came, they basically all crowded at the same table. When they had PE, Erica, Allison, and Scott demanded to be on the same flag football team as Stiles. Coach Finstock got a little weirded out by their pushiness and let them. After school they went straight home.
Derek told Scott to take a break, so Isaac went home with Stiles. There was no way to convice the sheriff to allow Isaac to stay over on a school night, so Isaac pretended to leave and went around to crawl in Stiles' bedroom window.
Everyday continued in almost the same way. After a few days, Stiles was starting to get sick of it. He was never alone. He barely felt he could piss and shower alone because Isaac was always out in the hall and he knew Isaac could hear everything he was doing. Everything.
By Thursday night he snapped.
"I can't take this anymore!" he yelled.
Isaac jumped and looked up from his homework. "Stiles, what's wrong?"
"Everything! I haven't been alone in almost a week. Every single moment there is someone there. Whether its you or Scott or one of the others. I'm about to lose it man. I don't even feel like I can go to freaking bathroom alone."
"But Derek just wants to keep you safe from the alpha pack," Isaac pointed out.
"Yeah, I know. Its nice he cares or at least it seems like he does, but this is ridiculous," Stiles sighed. "Do you know what its like to be constantly watched, Isaac. Its like I'm imprisoned in my own house!"
"What are you going to do, Stiles? Its not like you can defend yourself against an alpha on your own. You're not one of us and you're not a hunter."
"I know," Stiles said. "Come on. I know I might be making a bad decision, but it beats slowly going crazy."
"Wha-?" Isaac started to ask before Stiles cut him off.
"No questions. Come on," he said practically dragging Isaac off the floor and down through the house. Luckily his dad was on the night shift.
They got in the jeep and Stiles drove on. Isaac asked no questions, but when Stiles made a turn toward were Derek lived, Isaac looked a little confused and a little worried. Stiles didn't even wait for Isaac. He just hopped out of the jeep and went in. Isaac followed.
"Stiles?" Derek asked looking up from where he was lifting weights. "What are you doing here?" He looked genuinely confused too.
"I can't take this any more Derek. Someone is around me every single minute. Its driving me crazy. This alpha pack is not going to magically disappear and who knows how long they will stay. I can't keep living like this, especially if it can last months. I love being around Isaac and Scott and the others, hell even Jackson because he's becoming slightly less annoying, but I'm being smothered."
"Well its that or they get to you," Derek said.
"Yeah, but there are two options the way I see it. I could go to the Argents and learn about hunting, but that would take a while. Not to mention the fact that I don't really like weapons," Stiles said.
"What's option two?" Derek asked.
"You could bite me," Stiles said casually.
Derek just dropped the dumbbell he was holding right on his foot, and he didn't flinch. He just gaped at Stiles. Isaac stood off to the side with his eyes bulging.
I know I have some thing about Stiles being bitten.. I don't really want him to get the bite, but it still would be awesome..