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Summary: Stiles is missing, and Deucalion might just know where he is, but everything comes with a price.

Author's Note: I'm only going off of the trailer and Season 3 premiere last night, so I'm not responsible for how this diverges from canon.

Pairing: Sterek

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Chapter One

"Say that again," Derek spoke into his phone.

He couldn't have heard Scott correctly. He prayed it wasn't true.

"Stiles is missing Derek," Scott's voice repeated. "I think they have him."

Derek felt a rush of emotion and pure rage. Stiles was just a human. How could the alphas drag him into this? They had no right to do this.

Deucalion had already abducted Erica and Boyd and was keeping them gods only knew where.

Now the alphas had Stiles too?

"I'm going to talk to Deucalion," Derek told Scott.

"You can't alone Derek! This is too dangerous."

"Stiles is my responsibility," Derek went on. "He's pack too. I'm the alpha."

"Now just a minute!" Scott protested, tone rising. "He's my best friend. He's my responsibility too."

"Except that Deucalion doesn't want you," Derek said. "He wants me."

He hung up the phone before Scott could contradict him further. He knew exactly where to find Deucalion. He was the new principal at Beacon Hills High. Derek had sensed it when he'd seen him there once.

Derek sprinted out of the front door of the old house, hopping in his Camaro. He wasn't going to let the alphas get away with this.

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Stiles opened his eyes, his sight adjusting to the dimly lit chamber. He was lying down inside of something, something narrow and wooden. His hands reached up to touch the wood above him

There couldn't be very much oxygen in here. He felt weak.

The wood wasn't shifting. He was trapped inside of something. His eyes shot open suddenly in horror. He was buried alive!

Stiles pushed against the wood more frantically. A laugh was heard. That was when he noticed the speaker in the small wooden box next to the oxygen hole.

"Don't waste your effort," a voice taunted. "You're not going anywhere. Not until your buddy Derek does what we want. How's it feel being buried alive?"

"No!" Stiles exclaimed, breathing quickening. "You can't."

He was getting dizzy. He was going to have a panic attack. He banged his hands against the coffin lid again, but it was no use.

His vision became blurry. What were they doing to him? He was losing consciousness fast.

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Derek marched straight past the secretary into Deucalion's office. Whatever she might have said in protest was ignored.

"You have no right!" Derek spat at the older alpha, eyes flashing red.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Deucalion replied with an amused smirk.

"Stiles! Where is he?"

"I'm pretty sure I don't know at the moment," Deucalion said, voice measured and careful. "However, I might be able to remember something, that is... if you do something for me."

Derek had to stop himself from wolfing out completely. It was a hard effort. He was no match for Deucalion, and he knew it.

"What?" he asked in a low growl. "What is it?"

"I want you to dispose of this pack of misfits you've created. The boy needn't die. He is only human after all."

"You want me to slaughter my own pack?" Derek asked in disbelief.

Deucalion grinned.

"No. I only want you to kill one of them. Because once you do, you'll kill the rest of them on your own."

"You can't do this," Derek growled.

"I'm the highest ranking alpha in the supernatural world," Deucalion replied with a wide smirk. "I can do what I want. I really only want you to kill Scott McCall. Do that and your killing instinct will takeover completely. You'll make the perfect addition to our pack."

Derek shook his head.

"You do want to see Stiles alive again don't you Derek?"

"Damn you!" Derek snarled.

"I thought so. You kill Scott McCall. I'll uphold my end of the deal Derek."

Derek banged his fist against the alpha's desk. Deucalion however only grinned with amusement.

"Kill for me," he whispered.

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Author's Note: Well do you want me to continue this?