NOTE: I've tried to fix the grammatical errors I'm not the greatest at it I've gotten many of them I believe.
They were running through the woods chasing one of the damn alphas. Derek determined to find out what the hell they wanted before they harmed his pack. This freak as Stiles had taken to calling them was slippery. Every time they thought they had him he got away. Stiles was in the woods with us not listening to any reason. Damn boy was going to get hurt Derek knew it because they had already lost him a ways back.
Then he heard the boy scream Derek told the pack to keep after the alpha fat chance they were catching him anyways. Derek started off towards the scream. Scott looked torn he wasn't pack he didn't have to listen to Derek but he also knew he was the best chance they had to catch the alpha. Scott also knew Derek had a better chance of protecting Stiles when he found him. Derek broke into the clearing and came out between Stiles and what was undoubtedly another alpha.
"Oh looky here the alpha himself," This freak said almost mockingly, "You shouldn't interrupted people playing with their toys."
"Fuck off Stiles is not your toy," Derek ground out, "He's MINE. You touch him and I'll rip your throat out."
"Can Stiles make it clear he's no ones TOY," Stiles add.
"Not the fucking time Stiles," Derek growled.
"How touching? Let me introduce myself I'm Gregor," The alpha announced, "And why not let me set you free from your bond and let you see the true primal world. All it takes is the death of your mate."
"Mate? What the hell are you talking about I don't have a mate. Beside that you're not killing anyone and if you even try your dead."
"Oh you don't know then do you," questioning just be for diving around Derek for Stiles.
Derek caught that son of a bitch mid leap slamming him into the ground by his throat, Derek knew, knew but didn't care that he should keep Gregor alive. But instinct won as Derek sunk his clawed hand into the alpha's chest and tightening his grip around the beating muscle. Derek pulled his hand from the now dead alpha knowing the very act of ending another alpha had made him stronger and offered Stiles his none bloody hand. Stiles was hurt though and wasn't able to get up. Derek felt the new alphas presence before he heard him.
"So you killed Gregor. Oh well I seen the show do not worry we will not waged a war over this ones death and I promise no more harm will come to your mate by our hands or to your pack if we can avoid it." The new alpha told him sling the body of Gregor over his shoulder and walking way.
"What the hell did they keep talking about mates for," Stiles questioned almost as confused as Derek felt, "Are they British or something?"
Derek wiped my hand on his shirt cleaning the best he could. And began looking Stiles over, "I'm not sure what they're going on about but the other one said no harm would come to anyone. Where are you hurt?" Derek was trying to see but couldn't find the source of Stiles pain.
"He got my leg with his claws," Stiles said.
For the first time really noticing his hand clamped of his lower leg, "How bad is it," Derek Asked. Before the other alpha had his attention and now with the over power smell of the alpha's blood it was hard to make out Stiles in the mess.
Ignoring his question Stile said, "Wont the Argents try to hunt you over this you're not supposed to kill," concern on his face.
"The deal is I'm not supposed to harm humans," Derek reminded him, " Beside he tried to kill you I'm sure when Scott tells Alison they'll just look the other way." Derek finally got Stiles to move his hand so he could see the marks. Derek hadn't want to pull his hand off and risk hurting him more. It wasn't pretty but it defiantly could have been worse. He'd need stitches and a good explanation but he'd lived. Derek picked him up gingerly trying not to move his leg too much. As the pack and Scott came into the clearing.
"What the hell happened here it smells like blood and alpha in here," Scott asked.
"Yeah it kind of gross," Jackson added came he was such a bitch some times.
"One of the alphas was trying to kill Stiles. I had no choose but to put him down," Derek told them, "Stiles will need stitches but he'll live. Another alpha took the body if you're wondering where he went. Also said we wouldn't need to worry about a war over it."
Derek carried Stiles to his car and go him and buckled him in making sure nothing more would go wrong for him tonight. He drove him steadily to the hospital. The nurses told Derek he had to leave the room. Derek knew he couldn't stay he wasn't family. They got him patched up. Stiles told them it was a mountain lion. With it not be that long ago Sheriff Stilinski shot one right in the school parking lot they bought. Apparently Derek managed to scare it off is what he told them. The hospital call the good Sheriff who came as quick as he could.
"What are you doing here," He question Derek who was in the waiting room, "I doubt you being here is a bad time on your part and more like you had something to do with this."
They rolled Stiles out on in wheel chair at some point during the sheriffs questions, "DAD! He saved me. It was another mountain lion it got me and he chased it off and brought me here. You should thank him not giving him the third degree." Stiles informed his father.
Sheriff Stilinski wasn't sure what to say Derek could tell, "I was just jogging through the woods that's all. It's not that big of a deal really. Scott more than likely would have scared it off if I hadn't it was just good time."
"And where is Scott now? And why the hell where you two in the wood this time of the night," Mr. Stilinski asked.
"Scott took my jeep home since I couldn't drive. I don't know just goofing of roastin' marshmallows over a fire we started in a burn pit out there, it Friday after all not like we got school tomorrow." Stiles was getting good at the lying Derek could see.
"Well I should get back to work," the Sheriff said, "Would it be too much trouble for you to drive Stiles home. It would really make you a life saver if you could Derek."
"Yeah," Derek said.
"Why are you acting like such a sourwolf again," Stiles said more than asking on the drive to his house, "I swear your on a mood swing or something, concerned, happy, and now your being quiet and pissy again." Derek didn't reply while driving, just set in silence.
Derek was helping Stiles into the house since he couldn't stand on his leg when Stiles spoke up again, "Watch sourwolf my leg hurts like hell."
Derek pushed him against the wall, careful not to slap his leg on the wall, "Stiles shut up or I'll...""
Stiles cut him off, "Rip my throat out with your teeth I know you say that a lot buddy."
Derek let the red seep into his eyes, claws slip from his finger and teeth lengthening. He lowered his head to Stiles throat and the boy nearly pissed himself right there. Derek had no intention of hurting him but he had to keep him in line some how or Stiles would walk all over him. Derek backed off letting his body shift back to normal.
"What the fuck is wrong with you," Stiles yelled shoving him forgetting he couldn't stand on his own till he started tipping. Derek caught the kid before he went to far. Gripping him walking him to the table.
"What do you want to eat. You have to eat before you take the pain meds," Derek ask with is normal tone. So sue him he can't help he sound grumpy.
Stiles seemed shock but replied, "Just a sandwich and chips if there are any left."
Derek took off toward the kitchen. The boy was going to eat something more than greasy chips and a sandwich. Even if he didn't know he was and even if Derek had to force him too. Derek found frozen vegetables in the freezer and started stir-frying them in a pan. He warmed the sandwich in another pan, grilling it slightly.
"Dude how long does it take to make a..." Stiles cut off when he seen the plate, "Yuck I didn't ask for veggies."
"I don't care your hurt you need to eat more than just a sandwich and junk food," Derek told him, "Your not getting you meds till you eat some of them."
"Fuck you that's torture," Stiles yelled.
Derek could tell the pain was getting to him. He felt bad Stiles was right it was kind of like torture, but really he didn't care Stiles was going to eat the vegetables. Stiles gave in and Started eating. After had eaten some of the veggies and a couple of bits of the sandwich Derek gave him the pill.
After Stiles had finished eating Derek helped him upstairs. Stiles wanted a shower, the doctor had said not to get the stitches wet and Stiles didn't want Derek helping him clean up so he said he'd wait. He helped Stiles out of his cloths though and into bed. Derek watch him till he heard Sheriff Stilinski got home. And left through the Stiles window.
Stiles had made it to the table but his leg hurt too much to go any farther. He set there letting his leg rest. He couldn't believe how hard it was to get around. His leg was hurting pretty bad already. His dad came into the room.
"Should you be walking around?" Dad asked.
"Probably not my leg hurts," Stiles commented, "But to bad I'm not going to let that stop me."
"What would you like to eat. Your have to eat before you get your pain pill."
"Cereal," Stiles groaned out.
Dad came back holding the pill bottle and a bowl. He put the bowl down. "Eat some first then pills," He wait for Stiles to take a few spoonfuls before he gave him the pill. Damn people treating him like a kid. Dad helped him back upstairs after his Cereal. He had to go to work so there went Stiles getting cleaned.
Stiles had no doubt he wouldn't be able to balance in the shower tub. He didn't really seem to care though feeling tired from the medicine. He laid down and slipped into sleep again. When he woke up later the damn sourwolf was lurking in the corner of his room.
"Damn Derek creeper much," Stiles commented, "It's creepy I hope you know just standing there while I was out of it."
"Stiles shut up," Derek growled sniffing, "Smells like you still haven't gotten that shower you wanted. Do you need help?"
"Hell no and if I did it wouldn't be from you," Like hell Stiles was going to strip and clean himself in from of a near stranger, "I got it." Stiles got up and got cloths around for after he showered. He knew this probably wouldn't end well but the he could smell his own stench and wasn't letting sourwolf help him. It ended about as well as he thought. He slipped trying to keep one leg outside of the tub while showering. Derek came bursting throw the door. Mortification washed over Stiles.
Derek helped him up. Stiles really thought he hurt his leg but after he got up right it wasn't so bad. Derek stayed in the bathroom. An arm in the shower looking the other way. "Hold on to my arm to stay up right I'll look the other way if it make things better." Stiles did as instructed, He didn't feel like biting it in the shower again. Derek asked Stiles for the washcloth. He had Stiles try to hold him self up while he whipped off his leg with almost dry washcloth.
Derek Help Stiles out of the tub and left. Stiles didn't seem to understand why he was so nervous Derek didn't do anything creepy and he didn't even look at Stiles in the buff. Stile dried off and got dressed and stepped back out into his room. Derek waiting for him.
"Are you ready to eat and take your meds again or are you still okay."
"I'm getting kind of hungry but I'm not sure I'm ready for another pill," Stiles said, "I mean I can't even stay awake long after I talk it and I don't want sleep all damn day."
"Okay so I'll go see what I can find for you to eat you get set down and don't let that leg stay down much longer." Derek told him leaving the room.
Damn wolf was getting good at bossing him around. Stiles knew he was right though. He got his laptop and got into bed using the blankets to prop his leg up he could feel the swelling setting in again. It was annoying he couldn't do the normal things with someone taking care of him because he couldn't do it well enough on his own. He started researching about the "mate" concept that the alphas had thrown out there. Stiles had gone through several pages by time Derek returned.
Stiles looked over the plate another hot Swiss and Turkey sandwich, Stiles didn't know what all he put on the sandwich and he was about to let Derek know but damn they were good. And some chip and to Stiles great displeasure chickpeas. "For really Derek chickpeas, GROSS." Derek couldn't hold the pain pills over him so there was no way he was eating the chickpeas.
"Where the hell did you even find these I didn't know we had them." Stiles said making a disgust face at them.
"In the cupboard. Maybe you should look through there from time to time," Derek said, "And you can look at them like that all you want but your eating them even if I have to make you."
Shit Stiles had forgotten Derek could effectively scare him into eat them. He started shoving as much of the nasty thing into his mouth as he could. He wanted them gone and done with. He choked not bad he didn't need the Heimlich or anything just made him cough is all.
"Idiot your going to kill yourself like that." Derek grumped out.
"Yeah well you're the one that making me eat this sick shit." Stiles replied with venom.
"It's good for you, your healing remember," He commented in that flat mater of fact tone, "What are you looking at anyways?"
"Research. Trying to find out what those damn alphas meant by mate." Stile informed in between bits.
"So what have you come up with so far?" Derek inquired.
"Well there is a lot of information out there. A lot of it based of a certain set of books and movies involving a sparkly vampire. Calling it imprinting. Most of what I find though is the same. There like soul mates or ones true love."
"Okay," Derek sound like he didn't follow.
"So you got a lover you big lug?" Stiles asked.
"I'm not ANSWERING that," Derek flushed, "Its none of your business."
"Yeah sure," Stiles rolled his eyes, "Like my showering wasn't yours." "
No I don't. Feel better?" Derek retorted.
"Well they claim you have a mate. Isn't there like a website where you could you ask another wolf about this?" Stiles pushed.
"Peter the only other one I know and I still don't trust him farther than I could throw him." Derek commented.
"Really there isn't like a werewolf support group page?" Stiles huffed.
"Maybe but if there is I don't know anything about it." Derek commented.
"Well what about Deacon he seems to know a lot about everything," Stiles stated.
"Maybe." Was a Derek had to say.
Stiles went back to is "research" remembering Dr. Deacon had gave him his email address so he tried instant messaging him.
DR. D: Yes Stiles what can I help you with?
Stiles: Well, we had a run in with the alpha pack.
DR. D: Yes I heard about that. How's the leg?
Stiles: It hurts but alright. The change isn't taking hold. Anyways they were talking to Derek about his mate. He's not to sure what that all about.
DR. D: I see. Well a mate in wolf pack is someones bound partner. They have no choose in this their like two sides of one coin forever bound to each other.
Stiles: Derek says he not with anyone and I'm getting the feeling he's not into anyone.
DR. D: Well a wolf may not even realize these feeling till something triggers it. But a good way to tell is he would be compelled to protect this person.
Stiles: Sorry doc if you haven't noticed he protective of his whole pack.
DR. D: Yes it did slip my mind. Then he'll just have to wait till things play out. And they will the fate will make sure of that.
Stiles: Oookay. Thank you anyways.
DR. D: Your welcome Stiles heal well and keep safe.
"Well that was a bust," Stiles huffed. Recounting the conversation to Derek.
"Yeah that didn't help," Derek sighed, " Damn it this isn't helping. Now I have someone who is bound to me and I have to protect as if protecting the pack wasn't hard enough already."
"Calm down dude, it's not helping anything." Stiles comment, "Can I get a snack or something. I think I want my pill now."
Derek sighed slamming the door. Stiles winced for his door. Derek came back with toast, peanut butter on the side and a butter knife.
"Thank," Stiles said digging in and took his pill and settled into sleep.
This is my first try at this so please be kind. Reviews welcome. Kalle out. Edit: Is it bad that I laugh about how oblivious I've made Stiles and Derek to what the alphas were saying at the opening?