Hello everyone! Welcome to 'The Beacon Hills Caravan Company'
Let me first thank you for clicking on this crazy story mostly out of interest. I hope you stick around for all the wild, awesome craziness that will ensue! Now for the story details:
It's been about 8 months since Gerard was defeated. Jackson is still with the pack and he is a werewolf [We will miss you Colton :'( ] and he is dating Lydia. Allison and Scott have gotten back together, Erica and Boyd are together; Isaac and Danny are together which I feel is an excellent pairing that gets little exploration. Finally, there is some deliciously awesome Stiles/Derek in this as well. Danny, Stiles, Allison, and Lydia are humans, everyone else is a wolf. Derek is the only Alpha. And everyone's surviving parents are cool with the road trip that is about to go down (!) once I am down filling you in.
Honestly I wish I could label this story as an Epic under genre, because it has elements of all of the genres in it. But for the sake of simplicity this is an AU Adventure/Romance crossover. Don't worry about the details of how, just sit back and enjoy the ride.
Warning: There will be spoilers and the nearly five year old Fallout 3. Rated M for Strong violence, graphic descriptions, strong language, nudity, sexual situations, depictions of rape and drug use, and other heavy themes Fallout tends to hide behind quirky storylines (Incestuous Cannibals! Ha Ha! What a riot!)
There will be Slash, so just as a heads up, you have been warned. There will also be a lot of heterosexual contact, so there is that to keep in mind as well. Updates should be regular for a little while, since I've got about 35k of words going but bear with me as I go through the editing process.
Read and review, friends!
I do not own the rights to Teen Wolf, or anything else I may mention on accident in this story. Please do not sue me, as I am making no profit from this endeavor.
Thanks for listening, chiiiiiildren! Now on we go!
Stiles and the Beacon Hills wolf pack set off north around 6:30 in the evening. Their goal: Seattle, Washington. The event: The Gray Daze festival, a multi-day festival that lasted from Thursday to Monday, and featured some of the biggest acts in current day Music. Stiles was excited to see over two dozen acts appearing at the show, including Iceland's biggest Indie-Folk-Rock band, a Grammy winning indie band from Canada, a neo-soul singer from London, a French DJ, an Australian singer with a smoky voice, and the freaking Van Morrison (Stiles was still wrapping his mind around the concept of Van Morrison rocking out at an alternative music festival, but hey Werewolves, so anything goes at that point)
Even more exciting was the concept of spending all of this time with his pack. Stile's brand new pack, which fell into his hands when he became Derek's boyfriend (Or as Jackson snidely once put it "Derek's Bitch"). Stiles loved having major control over the pack, but more in a fun parental manner rather than a psycho controlling manner (which, given the incidents regarding Gerard and Matt was probably a good thing). Being able to have Boyd and Erica and even frigging Jackson listen to his ideas (okay, mostly ramblings, but hey there were a few ideas in there) was easily one of the best things that had ever happened to Stiles. (Besides Rocky Road ice Cream and Derek's monster werewolf schlong)
Discovering he was gay was different, but hardly that surprising. I mean come on: He spent his life lusting after the perfect, unobtainable woman and his best friend is about as useful as a box of dead snails but is adorable and has the prettiest brown eyes. (Like molten chocolate…Mmmm)
Clearly he had some issues with his sexuality, and he was glad that they were resolved by the moody, yet smoldering advances of an adult werewolf, as opposed to self-reflection and soul searching.
You know, like a normal teenage boy would figure it out. Still, the night Derek asked him out to dinner without slamming him into the nearest flat surface triggered something in Stiles: He really liked Derek when he wasn't beating the living fuck out of him.
Oh, and he also found Derek to be wildly attractive too, but that paled in comparison to not being tossed around the room like a Kong toy is by a German Shepard. An adorable, broody German Shepard.
With that first Dinner (and the one after that, and then the dinner at the refurbished Hale house, and then sultry make out sessions on Derek's couch, and then…) Stiles believed that this is what he wanted in a partner.
Not a beautiful, but chilly idol as Lydia was; but rather a strong, yet fragile human being like Derek often acted. For all of his gumption and chest thumping, Derek could get incredibly childlike and lost when faced with his emotions or his past. It was then Stiles job to pick him up and make him feel loved. Stiles didn't even mind helping Derek out with his broodiness and feelings.
After quietly coming out to mixed reactions ("Scott: You're dating Derek?! YOU LIKE GUYS?!" "Allison: Oh that is so wonderful of you Stiles! You two will make such a cute couple!" "Lydia: Jackson, I believe you owe me twenty-five dollars.") Stiles and Derek began to seriously date, and they had been going strong for nearly a year. While also dating Derek, Stiles came to realize the need for a truly strong pack. Not just a small time gang that Derek could tote around whenever the feeling arose to look badass (And possibly perform jazzy musical numbers) but a legitimate Pack with strong cohesion and diversity.
With his newfound goal in mind, Stiles set out to recruit Allison and Scott into the Beacon Hills Wolf Pack. While getting Scott to join was hard, getting Allison and Derek to reconcile was even harder: Scott disliked Derek on principle of Derek's moderately gray morality and hard-ass demeanor; Allison disliked Derek because he virtually killed her Mother, and Derek disliked Allison because her family had been trying to kill him before he had even grown chest hair (not that it mattered, as he preened himself at a compulsive rate daily). Scott just had to get over his predilection for being a candy ass. Allison would need to have a long talk with Derek, and vice versa. Which is exactly what Stiles did: Sit Allison and Derek down and have them talk out their angsty feelings.
Never mind the fact that he had ambushed them into doing so, or that he moderated the event to extreme heights, or even smacked Derek when he insulted Allison's surviving parent. (Chris Argent may not have been the nicest of guys, but he certainly didn't deserve some of the profanities Derek laid at his feet)
But to the credit of Stiles' tough love and determination, he was able to get both Allison and Derek to put aside their feelings and work towards a better future in Beacon Hills. For his efforts, Stiles wanted the Nobel Peace Prize, but apparently they didn't feel that was the worthiest of causes (As if, it may as well have been the reconciliation of North and South Korea for the trouble it was to him). With Allison dedicated to the idea of the pack (no doubt spurred by Lydia's membership) Scott's opinions on Derek dissolved like water on a July blacktop. The newest pairing made a solid group of mixed talents that Stiles approved of and felt was adequate for handling any situation.
Lydia and Jackson had been separate, but easy, members to persuade. Jackson was Derek's beta since the night of the Warehouse Showdown.
Stiles didn't even approach Lydia. She came to him, and demanded to be accepted into Derek's wolf pack. In retrospect, Stiles was surprised that he was even surprised at Lydia's boldness.
It was a good thing that he was open minded and flexible with his plans, because his idea of the perfect pact was altered when Isaac walked into the Hale household for a pack meeting.
Holding the hands with a guy.
And not just any guy mind you, but the one and only Danny Mahealani.
After Derek was done losing his shit over Isaac bringing Danny to the pack meeting, Stiles found himself playing peacemaker once again and got Isaac's side of the story:
Danny approached Isaac a month after the Gerard debacle had ended, and the two of them went from Mocchachinos in Starbucks to nakedness at Danny's house in the span of a week. Danny apparently was skilled in fields other than Lacrosse and Computers, and Isaac's moody, poet's soul was a massive hard-on for Danny.
While this information did little to sate Derek's fury, Danny's confession that he watched Jackson's transformation video and summarily forced Jackson to explain it to him made him consider the world in a newfound light: If he was going to help people, it would be through the observation and regulation of the supernatural.
Since none of us were even remotely good at computer sciences (Lydia dabbled in it; Scott routinely confused Python with Parseltongue) and Danny was practically Lisbeth Salander (but much cleaner cut and lacking in tits) Stiles voted heartily in favor of Danny joining the Pack.
Thus the first order of the meeting was whether the Pack should accept Danny as a member, or kill him for stumbling upon a Secret World filled with magical monsters and hidden lives.
Since it was Danny, nearly everyone voted on accepting him.
Now the Beacon Hills Wolf Pack had gained valuable new assets, Danny Mahealani got to live and everyone got laid. If our story ended here, then by god it would have been written by good old Shakespeare. But indeed it was not, because instead of riding off into their velvet curtained sunset, the pack was instead thrust into a very different world.
And so our story begins. On their journey to the best Rock festival the Beacon Hills Wolf Pack would never see.
"Are we there yet?" groaned Lydia from the back of the RV.
"Lydia. We've been on the road for less than fifty-minutes. Chill." Responded Stiles, somewhat fractiously.
The group had departed from Beacon Hills around 5:30 pm, after double checking that they had all of their personal items, clothes, snacks, car-ride distractions with them and that their physical needs were attended to, they boarded the RV that Erica had borrowed from her uncle and got on with their Journey.
As Stiles looked back from his passenger seat in the front to address the whining strawberry blonde, he took an inventory of the bodies present:
Jackson was staring out the window, his headphones blasting some ridiculous pop rock at eardrum gouging levels. Lydia sat next to him, looking up towards Stiles and away from her copy of US Weekly. (Which, he admitted she had most likely finished and reread several times during the ride)
Allison, Scott and Boyd sat at the small table to his right and played cards, possibly poker thought Stiles.
Scott broke the relative silence with a manic squeal "GO Fish! In your FACE, Boyd!"
Scott's tone bordered the fine line of immaturity and lunacy.
Or not, recanted Stiles before continuing on towards the back, where Danny and Isaac were curled up together, watching a movie on Danny's Ipad, blissfully unaware of the boredom surrounding them.
Erica sat to their left, filling out what appeared to be a small book of crossword puzzles. So dogged in her craft was she that she too did not notice how quiet the van had become.
"Stiles, what does the map say?"
Stiles whipped back around and resumed looking at his smartphone, trying to figure out the next step to make before Derek grew impatient. Despite the fact that he not only sexually pleased Derek multiple times a day, but also did his laundry still did not save him from Derek's irritated stares.
"Stay on the highway for another three miles, then turn right at the fork."
"Thanks babe." Derek said, moving one hand off of the wheel in order to ruffle Stiles' head, which was admittedly worth not having immunity from Derek's laser wolf stares. He could make out Erica smirking in the rearview mirror, while Scott looked moderately uncomfortable.
Stiles was acutely aware that Scott had not been too keen or cozy with the idea of Stiles and Derek dating. The irony of which was that Scott was less bothered by Stiles, his best friend for all of their teenage years, being romantically involved with a guy than he was with Derek. If Stiles didn't care as fondly for Derek as he did, he would have found Scott's discomfort a touching reminder that his friend was indeed there to back him up, contrary to what the scoreboard indicated. (Stiles: 14, Scott: 3)
Instead of being touching however, Scott's disapproval was irksome and unseemly. Scott wouldn't dare challenge Derek face to face on a matter like this, especially now that Derek was his Alpha, but he nonetheless spent his time grimacing at every public display Derek and Stiles made towards each other. Derek was not nearly perceptive as Stiles was on these things, so it was up to him to worry about it.
"Stiles, you're doing that annoying twitching thing you do when you overthink something." Derek sagely commented from the Driver's seat.
Stiles train of thought derailed over a cliff "Wha- No I wasn't! I'm perfectly fine! Why don't you focus on driving and being your big old sour wolf self instead of worrying over me." Stiles knew it was weak, but it was the best he could come up with on a moment's notice.
"Ahh. Right." Derek tersely replied.
'Victory!' resounded throughout Stiles head. The less Derek had to worry about Stiles, the better off everything on this trip would go. Derek could be the most negative Nancy when he chose to be.
"Hey Scott!" Derek shouted to the back.
"Yeah Derek?" Scott shouted up, sounding surprised (which could almost be Scott's normal voice)
Never once taking his eyes off of the road Derek shot back "Stop glaring at me or I'll have to scalp your unused ticket. You know, for when I dump your ass back in Beacon Hills for being insubordinate."
Scott flinched and lowered his head in shame. Stiles could recall a time where Mrs. McCall caught Scott stealing fruit snacks from the pantry before dinner. The reaction was virtually the same.
"Yes Alpha" muttered Scott. Stiles caught the ghost of a smile pass Derek's face before he resumed with his world famous scowl.
'Perhaps not nearly imperceptive as I thought' mused Stiles.
They had driven three hours towards their location when the group called for a vote on dinner. While Seattle was only a 13 hour drive from Beacon Hills, they were going to have to make it in a single day if they wanted to get to their hotel in time for Gray Daze.
The group had planned on sleeping in the RV and taking shifts driving. Derek, Stiles, Allison, Jackson and Boyd were the designated drivers of the trip, as Isaac and Erica did not have licenses, Lydia and Danny had no desire to partake in long distance driving, and Scott was never to be trusted behind the wheel of any moving vehicle.
Throughout the drive an unspoken rule had formed amongst the pack: the driver had sole authority over all other passengers in the car. This was not just because of Derek's alpha qualities and minimal tolerance for horseplay, but also because the DD was the person who had to focus on the road and had undoubtedly the worst time of anyone else in the RV. While the other nine occupants were allowed to relax, chat, sleep, play games, or otherwise screw around, the DD was forced to focus all attention on the road and the directions of their navigator who was either the jubilant Stiles or the irascible Siri. ("Continue 800 feet, and then make a U-Turn)
Thus when Derek finally got tired of driving the RV through long treks of California mountain highway, Stiles took over for him. It was roughly 9:30 at night when Derek pulled off to the shoulder and Stiles assumed control of the RV. With a sweet kiss to Stiles' lips, Derek moved towards the back and laid down on one of the navy cots set up in the rear of the bus. Within fifteen minutes Derek was quietly asleep in the back of the RV and Stiles had assumed total control of the RV. This was going to be awesome!
His first hour driving had been awful. Everyone was off doing something quiet or excluding him. Allison and Scott were cuddling under a set of blankets in the back (doing God knows what opined a weary Stiles); Boyd and Erica were having a quiet discussion at the table (also concerning God knows what, since Stiles lacked both the super powered hearing of Werewolves and the focus required to hone in on both driving and listening in to the conversation) while Jackson, Danny, and Lydia were also talking to their right. Isaac had moved up to the front passengers seat, where he was engrossed in a murder mystery of some kind (The Panther? The Ocelot?) Stiles found himself wishing that Allison or Jackson had taken the wheel, especially after the group had forced Stiles to cease all playing of RV-wide music.
Jackson broke off his conversation to throw a question at Stiles, curveball style:
"Hey Stilenski, could you take a break from playing bus driver to think about food with us?"
That Jackson, what a lovable guy. Still, Stiles was admittedly hungry, and Jackson's comments had opened the floodgates: "Wait, are you hungry Stiles?" asked a curious Isaac. "I am dying for something Hot Stiles" Husked Erica, hunger glimmering through her amber eyes. "What are we getting to eat?" Added Danny. "What? HEY STILES! ARE WE GETTING FOOD NOW?!" Yelled an inconsiderate Scott from the back of the bus. At that moment all eyes were set towards the front.
Stiles began to open his mouth to reply when a low growl emanated from behind Scott and Allison. Derek was awake, and by the sound of his voice, he was none too pleased with this recent development. Derek spoke quietly "Stiles, we are not stopping at ten 'till eleven to sit and eat."
Stiles glanced through the rearview to his pack. Erica and Boyd were looking up with hungry eyes; Jackson, Danny and Lydia were staring expectantly at him, as if he would deliver them from the curse of famished feelings; Scott and Allison were finished fooling around and were completely focused on Driver's cabin. Scott gave one look at Stiles with the eyes of molten chocolate, so sweet and trusting and full of love that they melted Stiles reserve to say no to them.
And the Derek came into view, his eyes flashing a threatening red and his scowl more prominent than ever. His reserve seemed to forge itself anew at the sight of him, chocolate puppy eyes be damned.
"If we stop now, we will only eat up what little leeway time we have to get to Seattle."
Stiles could feel the logic sinking in, but damnit he was hungry. And a bag of sunchips paled in comparison to an actual hot meal. And besides, he had control of the RV. He made the rules.
He turned his head towards an anticipant Isaac and said "Pull out Google and find us something that is open."
Isaac's eyes widened before he scrambled to get his phone out. Derek scowled from the back and moved to speak before Stiles snappily cut him off "Nuh-uh Derek. Driver's authority overrules."
Derek raised an eyebrow. "No Stiles. Alpha's authority overrules."
"Well clearly you mean boyfriend authority overrules, because if you keep it up-"
"Stiles, we are not stopping for food!" said Derek through clenched teeth
His sour wolf had cut him off. Unbelievable. This would not go unpunished.
"Derek. I am hungry, the rest of the group is hungry, and we are just asking for a quick, hot meal at- at a nearby-" He struggled for words, rapidly gesturing towards Isaac to give him anything to say.
"Diner. 3.5 miles down the road. 3.5 stars." Isaac said, matter of factly.
Still not remotely convinced, Derek stuck to his guns "What is more important to you Stiles? Getting to this concert, or stopping and eating at a mediocre diner?"
Stiles narrowed his eyes. If Derek wanted to fight dirty then Stiles was left with no choice:
"Derek, if you challenge me again, I will change the order for our room and have us placed in one with twin beds for the duration of the trip!"
At last, Derek seemed taken aback. The whole RV had a reaction to that threat. Danny's eyebrows raised themselves significantly; Jackson broke into a smirk; Boyd and Erica were desperately trying not to smile, while Allison and Lydia were shamelessly laughing at Stiles brilliant tactical maneuver. Isaac flashed Stiles a grin full of pointed canines in silent praise of his bravery. The only members of the pack not amused with the statement were Derek and Scott: Scott's face was twisted into an expression of abject horror, as he was reminded that his best friend and his alpha regularly had copious amounts of gay sex. Derek looked furious on the surface, but Stiles had come to learn when Derek was presenting a poker face. Now was definitely one of those times. Stiles decided that he had beat down Derek enough and offered his concessions to bring him back to the metaphorical table:
"Derek, we won't stop for more than an hour and a half, and it will give us time to stretch our legs, fill our stomachs, perform other basic human needs, and generally relax. We won't miss the concert if we take an hour out of the schedule to eat. After all, you planned it so well and with such foresight that we can afford to do things like this."
Derek snorted and continued to stare at Stiles. At least he knew he was being handled. 'Way more perceptive than I thought.'
"We will break for an hour and a half dinner. Then we will get back in the RV and continue towards Seattle. Isaac, update me on our drive."
"Well we passed Redding about an hour ago, and we are about thirty-minute drive from the California-Oregon border."
"And how close are we to this Diner?"
"Well let's see here… Stiles! Take this exit!"
Stiles whipped his gaze back towards the road and proceeded to rapidly turn into the exit, barely getting over in time to catch it.
His jerky movements had caused everyone to shift in the RV. Derek grabbed a handhold in the ceiling to steady himself, while Scott flew into Allison and Lydia into Jackson. While Scott gracefully flung himself away from Allison, Jackson was not nearly as coordinated in catching Lydia. She smacked into his chest with an audible "oof" and proceeded to chide him for not catching her.
Snickering at the scene behind him, Isaac turned to a still shaky Stiles and directed him towards the diner.
The Diner in question was half buried in the woods, completely out of the way of civilization. In order to get to the diner, Stiles had to take a right at the fork and drive for ten minutes before he turned left through a wooded area. There were no lamps of any kind along the road, and the lights of the highway had faded fast behind them. After another five minutes of driving they made a right into a partially hidden private drive. The trees were thick along the drive, and the age showed on the small country road. Eventually the tight and narrow drive opened up into a small clearing that held a small parking lot, a phone booth, and a diner that had crawled straight out of the 1950's.
It was a rectangular building, no more than a story high. The whole diner was no more than 70 feet long at Stiles' estimation. The only light in the whole parking lot came from the dinner and a solitary light pole stationed behind the pay phone.
"This place has grisly death trap written all over it." Moaned Lydia. Her urban sensibilities rattled at the prospect of eating at such a place.
"They will not have wifi." Lamented Danny, tenderly stroking his laptop bag.
"Are we sure that there is anyone inside?" Said Boyd, who was suddenly very skeptical of going in.
Stiles had parked the RV in the lot. Removing the keys from the ignition, he turned around and faced the Pack who were all looking between him, Derek, and each other.
Stiles eyed the group with a look that screamed dissatisfaction and deadpanned:
"Really?"
"What do you mean 'Really?'" cried Scott. "Look at that place! There could be a bunch of serial killers who live there, or a guy who wants to make a mask out of my skin!"
Lydia shivered in disgust, while Boyd and Danny shifted uncomfortably where they stood.
Stiles did not back down. "Oh no! An Ed Gein wannabe is waiting for us in the Diner! How ever will we survive? I really wish half of my friends were supernatural beings with heightened strength, senses and healing. It's too bad that they aren't though. Those powers would be really handy if we were ever in a bad situation!"
Instinctively, the five betas in the RV looked at their feet; Allison and Danny were smirking at Stiles takedown of their illogical friends while Lydia looked unfazed. Derek was actually grinning at Stiles tenacity to call his pack-mates cowards. Stiles may not have the bite, but Derek often questioned if he ever would need it. Moments like these put his fears of Stiles inadequacies to rest.
Before Scott could move to protest Stiles, Allison stepped forward and began talking.
"Stiles is absolutely right. And besides, even if by some stroke of bad luck Scott doesn't save the day, Derek will surely kick some serious ass. And It's not like I'm too helpless either.
Jackson scoffed, and before he had moved Allison had glided towards him.
"Something funny Jackson?" Allison said, mimicking Lydia's condescending brand of speech.
"Yeah, I really doubt that you could take on anything that bested me-"
In the span of a heartbeat Allison had unsheathed two separate combat knives on her person and was holding them at Jackson's throat and groin respectively.
Jackson went to move but Allison pushed the blade against his throat in deeper.
"Anything else you wanted to say?" Allison quipped, holding her weapons steady at Jackson.
Jackson gulped slightly and paused for a full minute before nodded his head ever so slightly no.
"I really thought so." Whispered Allison, a smug look of victory and joy crossing her face.
With a singular fluid motion Allison holstered her blades at the small of her back and along the length of her underarm, with both scabbards concealed by her shapeless hoody.
"Holy shit Allison! How did I not find those earlier!" Scott shouted in genuine shock before tripping on his words.
The rest of the pack groaned while Allison flushed a beautiful shade of scarlet.
"Jackson, for that performance, you will be driving after we leave the Diner." Derek mused with a tone of grated finality. He gave a small nod to Allison before moving off of the bus.
Isaac hopped out of the Driver's cabin and out the front door, with Erica, Boyd, Danny, and Lydia in tow. Scott took Allison in his arm and walked her off the bus. His every step beamed with Pride. Their exit left Stiles and Jackson alone on the RV. Jackson looked as though his pride had just been savagely decapitated in front of him.
"Cheer up Jackson. Allison is just showing off her badass, ninja Argent skills. Maybe you can do something to make it up to her later. Let's go get some food." He moved to leave when an evil thought crept across his mind.
"And Jackson?"
Jackson seemed to move when finally addressed. "Yeah Stiles?"
Stiles paused for a few seconds before delivering his revenge for getting them into this mess into the first place.
"You dropped your dignity. You might want to consider picking it up before you get off the RV."
And with that he strolled off the vehicle.
Jackson merely groaned in defeat and followed him off.