So I wanted to attempt a Sterek fic, but it's kinda crummy. I was in a shit mood when I wrote this. I promise it'll get better though. I have great ideas for this fic. And before you go any further, this has spoilers from season three. Enjoy.

The bite of the cold, metal seat belt pushing against the sensitive skin on his thigh was enough to get Stiles complaining again. It wasn't often that he was squished in the back seat between an alpha, and what was to be a true alpha. His Jeep just wasn't meant for more than four people. Competitiveness and testosterone practically polluted the air. It had Isaac chuckling in the drivers seat, and Allison rolling her eyes in the passengers seat. It also didn't help that he was in the middle of a huge fight between the two wolves. It was hard enough to be awkwardly sandwiched between two seething wolves, which both had their hands on Stiles' legs, but they also wanted to know which side he was on. Derek or Scott. Scott figured it would be an easy choice. But when Stiles shrugged and replied with, "Well you guys are both cool dudes," he knew he lucked out.

Derek glared up at Scott and snarled. Scott let a growl rip from his chest. This clearly wasn't going to ease up anytime soon.

"Boys! Stop it," Allison yelled from the front seat.

Scott whimpered like a puppy and dropped his head in shame. Derek continued to glare, but kept the snarling at a minimum. Apparently his girlfriend could settle the air.

"So, uh, guys. How ya doi-"

"Shut up Stiles," Derek growled, tightening his grip on his leg.

Stiles winced and looked towards Scott, whose eyes would not leave from Derek's hand. He didn't think Allison could stop this one from getting out of control.

"Mine," Derek mouthed, squeezing Stiles' leg again.

"I'll rip your fucking throat out you piece of sh-"

Isaac stomped on the brakes hard, causing everyone in the car to lurch forward. He shot Stiles an apologetic look, who just shrugged and crossed his arms. Just because Stiles was too traumatized to drive, didn't mean Isaac could take away the last thing he didn't think would ever be taken. Though, he also thought that about his dad. He grimaced at the thought, but kept from voicing it. Isaac turned to Derek, and then to Scott, who both looked at the young beta as if he had something disturbing on his face.

"That's it. I thought this was funny before, but now it's just a bunch of hormonal bullshit. You guys can get out of the car and walk the rest of the way. We don't have to deal with this childish bullshit."

"What? That isn't fair it was all Derek!" Scott whined, leaning forward to give Isaac his signature puppy dog eyes.

"As your alpha Isaac, I suggest you continue driving." Derek crossed his arms with a smirk, thinking he had all the power as per usual, but was sadly mistaken when Isaac pushed Scott's face away and unlocked the doors. Beta or not, Isaac was no longer going to listen to the snarling and growling coming from the backseat.

"No. Get out."

Scott pushed the door open and slammed it before Stiles could say a word. Derek looked at Stiles, then climbed from the car and slammed the door just as he was about to climb out too.

"Stiles, you can stay. Just let the two idiots duke it out for a bit."

Outside they could hear the sounds of Derek and Scott wolfing out. Both of them ran in front of the car, before tackling each other and rolling off and away into the woods. Stiles let his head fall forward into his hands and groaned. This was mostly his fault, yet they are taking the full brunt of it all. Isaac shifted the car back into drive and sped away, not another word about Scott or Derek leaving his mouth. Allison sat in her seat, tight lipped and looking out the window. The silence was awkward, and had Stiles fidgeting with his clothes. It wouldn't be too long before his anxiety built up enough to send him into a panic attack. And with no best friend around to help him out, he was sure to make a spectacle of himself. Stiles knew he made a mistake, and now the whole pack had to suffer because of it. It was almost too much for him to handle. He had to get away.

"Pull over Isaac. I want to get out."

Isaac looked in the rear view at Stiles, but said nothing. He could hear the spike in his heart rate, and could see and smell the sweat beginning to form on his forehead. His hands gripped the steering wheel tighter. This wasn't going to be easy.

"Dude come on. I need to be alone."

"We are in the middle of nowhere. I mean, it isn't safe for you to be out alone. Jennifer could be planning something big involving you and your dad. I'm sure both Scott and Derek would murder me if just let you walk out here alone."

Stiles rolled his eyes and placed his hands firmly on Isaac's shoulders. He brought his mouth close to his ear. Isaac flinched, but continued to drive. Stiles was only a human. What was the worst he could do to a werewolf? Allison glanced at the two from the corner of her eye and sighed. It seemed Derek and Scott weren't the only two that annoyed her. Stiles eased himself so as not to seem so out of control.

"Stop the car now, or I'll make sure Derek hears about your little midnight rendezvous with his sister. The. Whole. Thing."

Isaac gulped, and stopped the car. Allison gave Stiles one look before rolling her eyes and waving him off. She clearly was in no mood to be dealing with the drama of the wolf pack any longer.

"It isn't your fault you know," she huffed.

"Well, I believe it is." With that, he slammed the door and watched the car hesitate, before it zoomed out of sight. He was prepared for the long and peaceful walk home when he reached for his phone. He came up empty, and with a scream threw himself to the ground dramatically. He must have dropped it at the school when trying to help out Scott.

"Fucking werewolves!"

Though shouting really did nothing for him, but lead anything lurking in the forest to come kill him, it did ease his nerves. His breathing calmed, and his heart rate decreased. He sat up and brought his knees up to his chest. He didn't exactly condone sitting in the middle of the road, but when it was two o'clock in the morning and he had no one to go home to, it didn't really matter. No one to worry much about where he was. Unless it was Derek. Or Scott.

The sound of a car approaching gave him hope and a bit of anxiety. Isaac must have changed his mind to the idea of Stiles risking death to just be alone and turned around. But he might not be able to see Stiles sitting in the road, and might possibly run over the poor human. He stood up and dusted himself off.

The car pulled up beside him. He laughed as he heard the window rolled down.

"Look, sorry man. It's just been one hell of a night. I guess I overreacted a bit."

He looked up, expecting the comforting look of his blue jeep, and a smiling young werewolf, ready to tell him all was okay, but was instead met with an unfamiliar black car, and a darkened face.

"Hello Stiles," a female voice called out.

Stiles gulped as he squinted up at the driver.

"Your daddy sure does miss you," Jennifer said, a grin spreading across her face.

***

Meanwhile, somewhere in the woods, the two werewolves tackled and threw each other against trees and boulders and shit. Only to quickly recover and lunge again. Derek was being angsty as fuck, and Scott seemed to be cruisin' for a bruisin'.

"Lay. Off. Scott!"

"This is your fault! You trusted her, and now everyone is suffering because of it! And now you're turning my best friend against me?"

"Back off!"

Derek swiped at Scott with his claws, shredding his t-shirt. Scott leaped forward, grabbing Derek by the throat and slamming him down. He kicked his legs up, hitting Scott hard in the back of the head. The young wolf let go and staggered back, holding his head. Derek got up, getting in a crouching position, but did nothing to advance forward. A low growl built up in his chest, alarming Scott to how serious the situation really was. Not only did he realize this, but he decided to end the feud also. He held his palms out to Derek in surrender and sighed. No one would be getting saved while the two leaders fought like children.

Derek straightened his stance, and went for a more human look. He looked at Scott with furrowed brows, unsure of why he surrendered.

"Just like that and you give up?"

"Derek, please. This has been going on far too long. We can't keep doing this. If we want to find where Stiles' dad went, and save him before he gets killed, we need to work together."

The alpha crossed his arms, looking down at Scott. He could hear the steady heartbeat and saw the look of truth in his eyes. This was no game, and it was about time that they get serious. Derek held out his hand, waiting for Scott to grip it. When he finally did, they made a truce. They both attempted to not glare or voice their opinion of each other, when Derek's phone rang. He pulled it from his pocket and glanced down at the screen. He smirked and looked up at Scott.

"Looks like your best friend finally chose a side." He hit the answer button, ignoring the look of death Scott was shooting his way.

"Hey Stiles, see you've gone with the real al-"

"Derek. Listen. I may have…stumbled upon a certain problem. "

He rolled his eyes, but stopped when he realized Stiles couldn't see him.

"What is it Stiles? I don't have all morning."

"Well, you remember what happened earlier? With the whole Jen-Hey! Stop, I wasn't done!" Something rustled on the other end, and Stiles voice seemed farther away. A little more rustling occurred before it finally settled. Someone else was breathing on the other end, and t set Derek on alert.

"If you want your Stilinksi's back, I suggest you get your fuzzy ass over to the bank. Just you."

Jennifer.

"What the hell are you doing? I swear, when I get a hold of you, I will rip your throat out with my teeth."

"Oh Derek, can you not think of a better threat?"

He listened as sounds of a chair scraping against the ground ensued. Stiles grunted loudly, and it sounded as if he fell over. Even in the midst of trouble, he still couldn't keep from acting like a total goof.

"Don't worry Derek! I'm working on a master plan to kick her ass and save my dad. So far, I've only gotten to part A, but it seems to be-OW! What the hell?" He could hear the slap well over the phone. He clenched his jaw, staring at Scott. He knew he could hear every word being said, and if the look on his face didn't convince him that he really did care for Stiles, then it would have to be the way he was clenching and unclenching his fists as a way to calm himself.

"This is ridiculous. Meet me at the bank, or I will kill them both." With that, she hung up the phone.

Derek growled, his body going into wolf mode. His Stiles was in the hands of a psychopath, and all he could do was sit here and figure out what to do. Scott wouldn't allow him to go by himself, not when the sheriff and Stiles were involved. And Isaac would be damned if he let the closest thing he had to family go off and get killed. He dialed Isaac's number into his phone and quickly held it up to his ear.

"Go for Isaac!" Allison giggled in the background, along with the young teen wolf.

"Isaac, Jennifer has Stiles. How the hell did this happen?"

The giggling ceased, and he heard Isaac curse under his breath. This was not supposed to happen. Why was Stiles not with Isaac anyway? Did he kick him out of the car too?

"Derek, he asked to get out. It wasn't our fault."

"Meet me at the loft. And bring Lydia. Whether he's alive or dead, we will find him." And you better fucking hope he's alive.