Summary: Stiles is noticing…changes about himself but what happens when no one knows what is wrong with him? On top of that through the changes he goes through he still has to protect the pack, his pack. Derek cheats on Stiles and the pack is more protective than ever.
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Infidelity & Scandals
Chapter 1: Anger and illness
"Hey Stiles do you-ay what's wrong?" Scott asked while scanning his best friend from head to toe and opening his locker. Stiles swallowed some bile that was coming up, gross. "Honestly I have no clue man I just feel…sick. I feel like I'm going to pu-." Stiles
was cut off when he barfed all of the floor in the locker room.
"Oh Stiles that's gross, come on, dude, so not cool. Are you ok?" Scott asked while twitching his nose at the strong foul smell. "Oh yes Scott I'm just peachy," Stiles said with an eye roll, "cause I puke my guts out all the-." Once again the teenager was cut off as another wave of nausea approached him. "Ay McCall Stilin-what the hell?! What's going on with Stilinski?!" Coach yelled. "I-I don't know coach he just started puking out of nowhere!" Scott said nervously.
"Well get him to a stall and don't just stand there like an idot McCall! Oh Lahey, good for you to show up twenty minutes late! For that you can clean up Stilinski's puke, are we clear and make sure that stench is removed too, it smells terrible."
Isaac stood there in the doorway a little while longer before he sniffed for Scott. He followed his scent but as he walked further in the locker room he held his nose at the foul smell. "Uhh Scott? Hello?" He called. "Yeah, we're over here in the second stall!" He shouted. "Hey what's that terrible-OH MY- WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH HIM?!" He yelled as he watched the other boy rub soothing circles on the ill boy's lower back. "I DON'T KNOW HES FREAKING ME OUT!" Scott said with a freaked out expression.
"I-I'm fine don't worry Scott just give me a minute to-." "To what?! You're puking black blood and if that's not scary enough then it's how pale you are!" Scott exclaimed.
"I have to agree with Scott on this one Stiles, and the only time I've seen a case where someone pukes black blood was when Jackson's body was rejecting the bite-HOLY SHIT DEREK GAVE YOU THE BITE?" The redhead questioned freaked.
"Oh. My. Lord. He better not have, you better not have, Stiles please tell me you're not stupid enough to take that!" Scott yelled while paling a little.
Stiles gasped while glaring at his best friend and wiped the beads of sweat that were forming on his forehead before saying, "No he did not and it is not that bad this is not the first time this has happened you know. It is just taking longer for me to bounce back that's all."
"Oh yeah you just need time ok, WAIT YOURE SAYING THAT YOU PUKED BLACK BLOOD BEFORE?!" He exclaimed.
Shit, nice job Stiles you were supposed to keep that to yourself. Ugh, damn my fucking big mouth! Stiles thought.
"Stiles! Come on buddy stay with me its going to be-." "Scott stop talking to me like I'm dying or something like-."
"How don't I know that you're not and knowing your stubborn self I bet you haven't even went to anyone to check it out, have you?" Scott half questioned and half stated. "Well I didn't think I needed to because-." "See I told you! Oooh I knew it, that's it, I'm taking you to the hospital!" Scott promised while lifting Stiles up and setting him over his shoulder. Stiles clamped his hand on his mouth automatically feeling another wave of nausea at the sudden movement. "Scott, please, oh please set me down like now." Stiles pleaded.
"Sorry bud, no can do, I'm not letting you off my shoulder until we get to the hospital. Hey Isaac wanna come with?" "Umm Scott maybe you should put Stiles down he looks like he's going to puke." Almost right after Isaac's statement Scott set Stiles down gently on one of the benches. "Thank you Isaac." Stiles said with a huff before turning to his best friend, "As I was saying Scott I didn't think I needed to because I thought it was something that I could just research but there are so many possibilities that it can be! I have no idea what I have or what's happening to me!"
"How long have you've been feeling sick?" Isaac asked with a slight frown. "Well for about six weeks but the black blood puke is new and just started two weeks ago." Stiles responded with a frown as well. "Have you told Derek about this?" Scott asked, pitching in the conversation. At the question looked down to his hands. Isaac and Scott frowned at each other before asking simultaneously, "What happened?"
Stiles inhaled slowly before replying, "We broke up."
"You what?" Isaac asked with disbelief filling his features. "When?" Scott asked angrily.
"Yeah we broke up about a week before I started filling sick, before the vomiting, before all of it." Stiles explained with a sigh.
"B-But you guys can't break up you guys are-." "Mates? Yeah that's what I thought but apparently Derek doesn't feel that way anymore and…he moved on." Stiles said cutting Isaac off.
"What do you mean he moved on?" Scott asked clearly pissed. "Scott-." Isaac started. "No! I want to know what the hell he did to my best friend !" Scott hissed his eyes glowing. Isaac drew a step back out of habit because even though Scott wasn't his alpha he was a high ranked beta, he was higher than both himself and Boyd. He was stronger and he just didn't want to fight Scott.
"Now Stiles tell me what did he do?" Scott asked slowly while taking deep breaths. Stiles looked at his best friend and contemplated on whether or not he should tell him the truth. The human sighed before speaking, "Well I had just came from lacrosse practice and thought I should visit Derek since I haven't seen him in a while and," Stiles breath hitched for a split second, "when I came up I saw Cora. She tried to stop me…I should've taken her warning sympathetic looks seriously. Anyway when I opened the door I walked in and saw Derek in bed…with her."
If Scott was pissed before he was livid now, his best friend, his brother, sat there in front of him looking…broken. Stiles sat there shaking not from tears but from anger. Scott could smell the anger, the hurt, and above all the betrayal. The teenage human let out a shaky breath before continuing, "When I first saw the scene, him and her naked,I wanted it to be some sick hoax but when I looked at Cora's face I knew it wasn't. He cheated on me with a woman but what confirmed everything a pushed me off the edge was when she moaned his name. It still rings in my head, mmm Derek ."
By the time Stiles finished he was heaving for air as if there wasn't enough around him and his body was trembling. Hands clutched at the sides of his head pulling his slightly long hair, then it hit Scott, Stiles was having a panic attack and right in front of him. Scott dashed to him and grabbed his hands in his own and he noticed his own hands were shaking but not from the reason as Stiles, but because of his anger. Stop it, it's not about you right now, it's about Stiles. Focus. Scott thought. "Stiles, shhh, hey buddy, relax. Deep breaths here I'll do it with you." The werewolf said as he held Stiles eyes with his own.
Tears were filled in Stiles eyes and Scott could tell how hard the boy was trying to hold it in. Soon enough his breathing calmed and he murmured a soft, "Thanks man." Isaac looked at the scene with a sad smile. "Come on, and don't think you're off the hook I'm taking you to the hospital still." Scott said while pulling Stiles up. "Actually Scott," Isaac called waiting for said person to face him before continuing, "I think we should take him to Deaton. Something tells me this isn't just a normal problem that a regular doctor can fix."
"You're right, well I'm going to go call Deaton, Stiles, stay with Isaac while I call him." He said while existing the locker room. When the two were left alone Isaac looked Stiles and scanned him. He sniffed the air lightly and it was odd only smelling Stiles on well…Stiles. He always reeked of Derek, frankly he is surprised that none of the pack members noticed it but there was something else about his scent…it wasn't just the fact that Derek only lingered on him but his whole scent was different. It was off maybe it was because he was sick? Isaac shook his head to shake the angst feeling he was getting. "Alright so I called Deaton and he said he wants to see you Stiles and he even sounded worried." Scott said with a frown.
"Ok well let's go." He replied jiggling his keys to the jeep in his hand.
A/N: Fin. Well with one chapter. Please tell me what you think ! Reviews make me happy (:
