Summary: Derek has been captured by an alpha who wants to know who his pack is, Stiles is still guilty about what the nogitsune done but will he over come how he feels or will chaos win? Two part series- Summary updated!
Authors Notes: This is going to be apart of a series, a chain if you may. It's after Devine move. Has no following after that really. Just me playing around with an idea. It'll have plenty of Chapters but it'll have a sequel to it so tune in when ya can if you like this story! Thanks for your time!
Disclaimer: Teen wolf does not belong to me sadly -.- lol all rights to their rightful owners. Not making any profit from this so please don't sue o.o
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Chapter One
Stiles stared at his wall, that no longer had articles or red thread everywhere. It was bare. After they had killed the nogitsune after everything was over, he realized how close to dying he had been.
He could remember everything he did while under the influence of the nogitsune Every terrible act he had done. Sure Scott and even Lydia told him that none of it was on him but wasn't it? Maybe if he hadn't been so weak then his heart wouldn't have been able to be taken over so easily. That the nogitsune wouldn't have found a darkness inside of him for it to latch itself onto. No. It was is fault.
He started to realize that when they lost people. Allison. Aiden. All because they were trying to save him but for what? At the cost of their own life? Stiles meant it when he told Scott that he didn't care if he died so long as no body else got hurt because of him but in the end he lived and Allison died.
He backed away. Eyes never leaving the wall. Stiles thoughts went on the night his father tried to get him to go with him. His fathers words a constant reminder of how dangerous he was.
"If my son is still here, if there's still a part of him standing here in front of me, then he'll put these on willingly and he'll come with me, because he knows I'm here to protect him, from himself and from others." His father said with a pair of handcuffs held out.
His gaze went to his open computer as a text popped up on the screen. He pulled his chair out and set down. It was from Scott. Hesitantly, he opened the file.
Where are you? Your not at school, you feeling okay?
Stiles read the words over. Guilt eating away at him once again. Scott didn't speak to him after they left the school. Stiles knew it was because of Allison and no matter what anyone said it all happened because of him.
Without replying back, he shut his computer with more force than necessary.
"Everything okay, son?"
Stiles turned to see his dad standing in the door way. "Oh yeah. Everything's fine."
John, one brow raised, Replied, "Yeah I can see that."
Stiles stood and turned his back to him. "Dad, I..."
The sheriff was already at his sons side. Placing a reassuring hand on his sons shoulder, he turned Stiles around. "Stiles, you have got to listen to me. None of what that thing did is your fault. None of it and I wont watch as you beat yourself up over it."
Stiles eyes were glassy with tears. "You wasn't there dad. The things I did. Allison. Aiden. Those deaths are on me!"
John pulled his son to him. Feeling the tremors wracking his sons body. He didn't let go. Before he could reply his cell phone went off.
Stiles pulled away. "You should probably get that."
John wanted to protest but he couldn't ignore a call from the office. "We will finish this later."
Stiles forced a smile and watched as his father reached for his cell phone and flipped it open, leaving the room but not before giving Stiles one last glance.
Stiles blew out a sigh before walking to his bed and falling heavily on his back. He closed his eyes. Remembrance of the time they were at the hotel. How they came so close to losing their friends there to. How close he came to losing Scott. How ready he was to die if not for Stiles. They risked so much and gained so little. He didn't know where he stood anymore or why so he always asked himself, even now as he let himself fall asleep, into darkness.
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Scott stared at the moon. He was setting on the roof of the argents house. His mind on nothing but Allison and her last words.
I love you.
He tried taking away her pain but there was none. She just stared at him with a smile on her face and love in her eyes. Scott didn't even get the chance to say how much he loved her back. He was to shocked. The pain he felt earlier, the loss, was reaching its way back into his chest and his eyes turned red, his face changed and he stood and howled.
He fell on his knees and hugged his chest. Letting the tears come to the surface. "Allison..." He said in a low whisper.
His phone beeped. At first he ignored it, unable to move but he reached for it and flipped it open without looking at the ID.
"Yeah."
"Scott, can you make it to Deaton's? Derek has some news and its not good. Scott?" Kira's voice came through the other line.
Scott straitened up. "Yeah. I'll be there."
Before Scott could end the call she said, "Scott...about Allison. I'm sorry..."
Scott closed his eyes tight. "It's okay. Thanks. I'll be there soon." He replied before ending the call.
He once again sent Stiles a text.
Stiles, got to go Deaton and Derek. I'm a little worried, man. Text me back.
He pushed send.
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Scott made it to Deaton's office in no time. Derek was setting with his arms folded and eyes closed, apparently attempting to wait patiently for him to show up. Kira walked up to him and wrapped her arms around him in a tender embrace. He did the same.
Kira smiled and pulled back. Here eyed holding his. He forced a smile that wasn't all genuine.
"Scott." Derek's voice rang out.
Derek was now standing next to Deaton. His composure was serious. "We have a problem."
Scott let go of Kira and faced him. "What kind of problem?" He asked, dreading the answer.
Deaton spoke, "An alpha."
Scotts eyes drew together in confusion. "Alpha? How?"
"I think he's here in beacon hills. When I was out I caught a scent. An alphas sent. I followed it and lead me to the middle of the woods but vanished. Maybe I could be wrong but something isn't right." Derek replied.
"Your joking? It wasn't to long ago we just killed the nogitsune." Scott said with irritation.
Deaton nodded, "Yes. It seems we can't catch a break."
"Isaac's gone, Scott. He left after..." Derek dropped the sentence, seeing the hurt flash in Scotts eyes.
"So that makes one less help we have and I'm not sure if Stiles is really up for the challenge." Deaton commented.
Scott's head dropped, "He hasn't replied to my messages."
"If this is an alpha and I'm pretty sure it is, then we need all the help we can get especially now that Isaac is gone and we've lost others." Derek avoided saying who.
Kira spoke up, "I'll help. If that's okay"
Scott smiled, "Of course."
"Then its settled. We will try to track the scent tomorrow but honestly right now we have nothing to go on so it wont be easy."
Scott was silent for a moment before looking at Derek and replying, "Since when has it ever been easy?"
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John was setting at the table with a bottle in his hands. He hadn't had a drink since opening the case on Malia. He didn't do it often but right now he didn't know what else to do. The last week has been hard on him as well. He never knew werewolves existed until recently and now its a nogitsune? It was more than that. His son was a pawn in a twisted game by a creature that was a thousand years old. At first it was hard to believe but when his son started acting different and no longer acted like Stiles he knew something wasn't right.
He brought the bottle up to his lips and drank. His thoughts were interrupted by footsteps coming towards him. He looked up to see Stiles looking at him. "Hey dad."
"Stiles. I thought you were asleep son."
Stiles pulled the chair out and set down. "I was but uh, I don't know I guess I couldn't sleep well."
John smiled sadly. "I can see why."
Stiles nodded. His eyes went to the liquor in his hands. "Your drinking?"
John followed his sons gaze. Setting the bottle down he replied, "Just a little. I can't seem to shake the idea of Supernatural creatures other than werewolves exist."
Stiles smirked, "Yeah, add it to the 'non normal crap' that goes on in Beacon Hills."
The both went quiet. The silence was deafening. Stiles signed before saying, "I think ill take a drive."
"You sure that's a good idea? Your just getting back on your feet." John tried to argue.
Stiles was already up and grabbing his keys that hung on the fridge. "Yeah I'm fine dad."
"Okay. Be careful and don't be out late." John was more than a little skeptical about letting Stiles go out but he knew some fresh air will do him good.
"You got it." Stiles agreed, opening the door and walking out.
Stiles got into his jeep and started it up and backed out. Not really knowing where he was going but didn't really care at the moment so he drove away from the house and kept going strait.
He hadn't been driving ten minutes when his phone went off, alerting him that Scott sent a message.
Stiles, got to go see Deaton and Derek. I'm a little worried, man. Text me back.
He debated on whether or not to reply back to Scott. Choosing it would be best to let Scott know he was ok, he messaged back.
Scott, I'm fine. I'll be there as soon as I can.
He put his phone in the passenger seat, wondering why Scott would be at Deaton's at this hour but knowing it must be important so he switched direction and heading towards the animal clinic.
Reaching for his knob he turned the radio up and listened to the words that were being said.
Go your way,
I'll take the long way 'round,
I'll find my own way down,
As I should.
And hold your gates
As coke in the midas touch
A joke in the way that we rust,
And breathe again.
And you'll find loss
And you'll fear what you found
When weather comes
Tear him down
There'll be oats in the water
There'll be birds on the ground
There'll be things you never asked her
Oh how they tear at you now
Go your way,
I'll take the long way 'round,
I'll find my own way down,
As I should.
And hold your gates
As coke in the midas touch
A joke in the way that we rust,
And breathe again.
And you'll find loss
And you'll fear what you found
When weather comes
Tear him down
There'll be oats in the water
There'll be birds on the ground
There'll be things you never asked her
Oh how they tear at you now
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Scott read the message Stiles sent back. "He says he'll be here."
"Good. We need to discuss how we are going to handle this if it is an Alpha." Derek said as matter a fact.
"I guess we wait." Kira said.
Scott nodded in agreement and walked outside, Kira close behind. He leaned up against his motorcycle. Kira was looking at him with concern, knowing what it wad troubling him.
"Scott, are you alright."
He turned his attention towards her then back to the road in front of him. "Yeah. I just..."
She placed her hand on his arm. "What is it."
"Allison died. Aiden died and Stiles almost died. I'm starting to think just how much all this is costing us." He replied, voice breaking.
Kira pulled him to her. "I'm sorry. I know it hard but like me they made their choice to stand and fight. You couldn't have saved them."
She felt him tighten his hold on her. Rubbing her hand in circles on his back, she couldn't help but think how right he was.
"I should have done something." He said in denial.
She didn't say anything. She couldn't say anything. Instead she let go of him and held his face in her hands, noting the tear tracks on his cheeks, and leaned in to meet their lips together. She kissed him with as much tenderness and love she could before breaking away.
"You do more than most, Scott. That's all you can do."
He stared at her before giving a small smile. Their attention went to a set of lights coming towards them. "Its Stiles."
The jeep drew closer before coming to a dead stop in front of them. The lights were cut off and the engine died.
Stiles stepped out of the car and walked to Scott and Kira.
Scott eyed his best friend. "I've sent you a message earlier today. Didn't you get it?" He asked.
"About that, sorry I was a little busy."
"It's okay. You didn't go to school so I was just checking in." Scott replied.
"I wasn't really up for it. So. Who all's here?"
"Us. Deaton and Derek."
Stiles grinned. "So sour-wolf decided to come."
"We should go inside." Kira offered, shivering a little at the cold.
"Yeah, its freezing out here." Stiles agreed.
They all three went back in. Deaton was talking with Derek on how to handle the alpha but quickly stopped talking when he noticed Scott and Kira was back in the room along with Stiles. "Stiles. How are you feeling."
"Like I got possessed and used as a spiritual punching bag."
Derek rolled his eyes. "Can't be to hurt if he's still making stupid jokes."
Stiles just shrugged.
"Okay, now that Stiles is here we can talk about what were going to do." Scott decided.
Derek closed his eyes. "To make it short, there's another alpha in Beacon Hills."
Stiles gaped. "Your kidding, right? I mean we just got rid of a thousand year old spirit and not a few days later we got to deal with another alpha? No offense but having to deal with you and your insane uncle wasn't exactly an amusement park."
Derek glared at him. "Yeah well I didn't kill you. Neither did Peter. So quit whining."
"No but Peter did about bite me so I think that stands on its own defense!"
Derek growled threateningly. Scott sent a glare his way, daring him to touch Stiles. "Knock it off Derek."
Derek's cold eyes went to Scott. "Fine." He said in a low voice.
"We think its an alpha, so tomorrow we are going out in the woods where Derek smelled its sent from before to see if we can pick it up again. Stiles I don't want to ask you to help, especially after what's happened..." Scotts voice dropped.
Stiles gave Scott a reassuring smile. "I'll help. You know I can't let sour-wolf have all the fun."
"Stop calling me that." Derek warned which only made Stiles smile wider.
Before he could make a comeback, Scott put his hand on his shoulder. "Thanks, man. Maybe you should go back home and get some rest. I'll send you a message when we head out in the morning."
"Yeah. Okay."
Scott turned towards Kira, who had been quiet up to now, agreed, "Yeah. You deserve it."
Stiles didn't argue. He gave them all a last glance before going outside and to his jeep. He wanted to get back home. Chances was his dad was already passed out.
As he pulled out and headed back to his house, his only thought was how it seemed they always get rid of one supernatural being to have another waiting at their doorstep.
Ok thanks for reading. Will be updated soon. In the middle of updating quite a few stories. Hope you enjoyed this!