Extra Terrestrial Biological Entities
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Sparking Silver
So I blame CharWright5 for all of this. All of this. Getting into Sterek… Yup. Totally her fault. If you enjoy reading this (or if you don't), I encourage you to go read her stuff! GO DO IT! DO IT I SAY! But after you read mine. Then I can slowly laugh maniacally that I've driven you insane first. Oh yea, this is for the Sterek Big Bang but yea... uh... chickened out and did the mini version. Yay.
And huge thank you to Addy for the art! That's her stuff up there. I didn't make it, I love it! Thanks!
I don't own any of the characters used in this. If I did, things would go a little like… this. Written for fun, no profit, just for them lulz. Yeah, go thank Jeff Davis and MTV for making Teen Wolf. And Toei for supplying over 35 years of Super Sentai. They own these characters, not me.
Enjoy. Also, if you don't like them ships, wtf are you reading this for?
"The wolves will keep you safe."
Stiles Stilinski shot up in his bed in a cold sweat. He'd been dreaming again. The lingering nightmares from the Nogitsune were going away slowly, but this dream had been different. He'd had it several times over the course of his life, but every time, the stranger in the cloak who spoke to him did so in a strange language. Now the words were understandable; crystal clear. Stiles repeated what the stranger had said softly only to hear Japanese escape his lips. But he knew what it meant. He understood now.
"I will keep you safe."
Those words followed instantly the Japanese phrase. Said in a voice so familiar in English, that always followed him when the cloaked man disappeared from sight. The warm touch on his shoulder was comforting, calming, but he couldn't put his finger on who it was. Stiles was sure he'd met the person before, not just in a dream. His eyes fell on digital face of his alarm clock, the red glowing numbers telling him it was three in the morning. He sighed, pulling the covers back over him to try to go back to sleep when the room started to shake.
"Earthquake!" He shouted, startled, as his books began falling off the shelves. The aluminum baseball bat leaning against the wall fell over in a loud clatter, followed by dust falling from the ceiling. Stiles leapt from his bed and under his desk as the shaking continued. Then, just as suddenly as it began, it stopped. Stiles peered out from under the desk at his room. Several things had fallen down, a picture frame was face down on the floor, and the sounds of car alarms outside echoed through the California morning gloom.
Immediately his cell phone started to ring. His dad was working the overnight shift at the station. Stiles found his luckily undamaged phone buried beneath his bed sheets. After assuring Sheriff Stilinski that he was perfectly fine, Stiles took a look around his now even more messy room and sighed. He wasn't going to be getting much sleep. He picked up some of the things that had fallen off his bookcase. The picture frame holding a shot of him and his best friend in the whole world - Scott McCall, when they were eight, had broken. Frowning, Stiles pulled the backing of the frame out to remove the photo and a small ring, hidden behind the photo, fell into his hand. The ring was a plain silver color, no designs on it. Furrowing his brow, Stiles tried to think about where the ring came from. He didn't remember framing the picture, only that it'd been in his room since forever. He smiled a bit, taking the hidden treasure and putting it on his ring finger to find it fit perfectly. He took one more look around the room, and sighed before taking the photo out of the broken frame, placing it on his desk before tossing the frame into the trash.
At that moment, unbeknownst to anyone, the earthquake had opened the ground near the Hale house ruins. As the cracks in the ground widened, power began seeping out. A grisled finger slipped out, and a beam of light shot into the sky. Across town, Derek Hale's eyes flickered to the sky, watching the beam of light pierce the atmosphere, breaching the clouds and letting the light of the waning moon in through his window. He began to shift, a low growl resonating through his loft. To his surprise, his thoughts turned to Stiles for a moment, before realizing that he'd shifted, against his will. The werewolf shook all thoughts of Stiles from his mind as his blood felt like it was on fire. Checking to make sure his uncle was still fast asleep in his room, Derek stole out the door and headed for his old house.
When he got there, the light had gone out. But, not surprisingly, Scott McCall was on the scene with Stiles. Derek parked his Camaro next to the powder blue jeep and headed over to the two.
"Oh, there he is. Where have you been?" Scott demanded.
"I just got here, Scott. What's going on?" Derek growled.
"I dunno dude, you tell me! It's your land!" Scott exclaimed, gesturing at the sky where the clouds had parted. "That light though… it gave off a smell." At that, Derek sniffed. Scott was right. A smell of uneasiness permeated the air in the woods, blanketing the trees thickly. Something was coming from below. The stench of something not from Earth was heavy, coming from the trees.
"What kind of smell? Hey! I'm talking to you two wolfies!" Stiles interjected as Scott and Derek suddenly froze. "Why did you two suddenly freeze? Oh god, nothing good can come from this!"
"Shut up Stiles." Derek snarled. "Get the bat."
"Don't order me around, Sourwolf." Stiles sneered. "I'll…" The shorter male stopped cold as the ground of the front yard erupted and spat out silver creatures. They looked like Zangyack Goumin, the mass shock troopers of the space empire that tried to invade the Earth years before, but something was different. They looked almost zombified, their helmets melted to their faces as vines twisted and wrapped around their tarnished, silver battle armor.
"Stiles." Scott said, his voice wary.
"Getting the bat." Stiles gulped and made a beeline for his Jeep.
"What are these things? Zangyack?" Scott asked, his shift starting as the creatures advanced, brandishing their weapons.
"Smells like Zangyack. But something's different." Derek snarled, shifting, Scott following suit. With a feral roar, the two werewolves charged. The Goumin attacked, shooting their guns at the advancing werewolves, but Scott being a true Alpha, managed to dodge most of the shots and tear through three in one swipe. Derek took a few hits before slamming one Goumin into another. An explosion grabbed everyone's attention, even the Goumin froze as fire erupted from the ground.
"I'd stop resisting if I were you." A gravelly voice rasped through the flames.
"Like hell we will." Scott growled.
"Oh, I'm sure we can work something out." The inhuman creature emerged from the flames, Stiles struggling in its tentacles' grip. "I wouldn't move if I were you, or this pathetic excuse for an Earthling, well, I won't care what happens to him."
"You're so pathetic you don't even know if you can do anything to me." Stiles wheezed, as the tentacle around his neck tightened.
"Stop it!" Derek roared, Scott struggling to hold him back, panic flooding his face as Stiles skin begins to turn blue.
"We'll cooperate. Just let him go." Scott pleaded, pushing back against Derek.
"Ah, but I need to keep him." The alien, snapping a tentacle, the Goumin closing in around Scott and Derek. "Just to make sure you two cooperate. What a fortuitous find, these two exceptional specimens. Insaan will be pleased when I present you two as remodeled… ACK!" The villain's rant was interrupted as Malia's fist connected with his face. Seconds later, Stiles was free from the tentacle, sliced free by Kira's sword. The alien snarled, its body spasming from the appendage Kira severed.
"Sorry we're late Scott!" Kira shouted, brandishing her sword at the Goumin while Malia pulled Stiles to his feet.
"Stiles?" Malia screamed as Stiles suddenly went limp in her arms.
"Derek. Get him out of here." Scott ordered as the Goumin started to flank them. Getting hit in the gut, Scott fell. Stiles opened his mouth to scream, but found himself unable to. In vain, he could only watch as the Goumin overwhelmed his friends. Kira went down next, Malia soon after, and Derek… Derek stood in front of Stiles, taking hits and refusing to let the Goumin past. Stiles wanted to reach out. To tell Derek to run. To save himself. But whatever the alien did to him, left him powerless and weak. Then, suddenly there was silver. All he could see was brilliant flashes of sparkling silver. The Goumin assaulting Derek were blown sky high along with the ones holding down Scott, Kira, and Malia.
"You ok?" Stiles looked up to see a silver figure with its back to him, a gold visor and black accenting the helmet, gauntlets, and boots, the Jolly Roger of the Kaizoku Sentai Gokaiger emblazoned on his chest.
"I think so… thanks." Stiles said, dumbfounded, finally finding his voice.
"Who the hell are you?" The alien demanded as Goumin flanked to its side.
"I'll get to that in a second, Zaien and Isaan's assistant who's name I didn't really catch because of their bad handwriting!" The silver man shouted. "For trying to invade the Earth and cause pain to others, I'm going to stop you!"
"It's Borashitto!" The tentacle alien yelled. "Now tell me who the hell you are!"
"There's a burning red sun on my back! There's justice in my blue heart! Basking in yellow cheers! My pale pink cheeks are squishy! The fresh green leaf of a new hero! Shining brilliant silver… I'm Gokai Silver!" With a flourish of his hands, explosions and silver confetti falling behind him, Gokai Silver posed.
Scott's jaw dropped. "No friggin' way."
"A space pirate." Derek growled, clutching his side.
"Gin Gin ni IKUZE!" Gokai Silver shouted, pulling out his weapon, the Gokai Spear, a silver trident accented with gold and electric blue. He charged the Goumin, and with several mighty swings, the Zangyack fell to the ground and exploded, all destroyed, Borashitto the only one left standing.
"Uh, I er… I'll get you for this, damn space pirate!" Borashitto vanished in a flurry of tentacles kicking up dead leaves. "I'm not through with this town yet!" The haunting voice echoed through the dark trees as the night sky began to clear up.
"He's a slippery one, I'll give him that." Gokai Silver said, turning to face the other teenagers. In a flash of silver light, a Japanese youth, wearing a silver parka and scarf over a graphic tee and pink pants, stood there with a huge goofy grin on his face. "I don't believe it. Real, actual werewolves! Is this really happening? And Don-san didn't believe me! Haha!"
"Is this guy for real?" Derek sneered, watching the young man go off on tangents, talking to nobody in particular. Scott, Malia, and Kira just stared. Stiles was looking like he was about to have a fangasm of epic proportions.
"You… oh my God. Oh my God, you!" Stiles was stammering. "You're Gai Ikari! One of the Gokaigers! Dude, do you have any idea how friggin' awesome you are?"
"Ah… mou… uh… you don't have to say it like that. Man, I'm embarrassed now." Gai squeaked, face red as he rocked back and forth on his heels before bowing his head. "Let me introduce myself again, I'm Ikari Gai! Also known as Gokai Silver! Yoroshiku onegaishimasu!"
"Huh?" Scott said blankly.
"Dude, Gai's Japanese." Stiles said, bowing his head slightly. "Yoroshiku onegaishimasu is like saying 'nice to meet you'".
"Kira!" Scott stammered, but his girlfriend looked at him sheepishly as she bowed.
"Scott, you know I don't really know much Japanese." The kitsune hissed back, face red.
"Oh dude. Man. I'm so sorry my friends are so uneducated." Stiles said, still starstruck. "I'm Stiles, my boy Scott's the idiot, Kira's the one with the sword, and Malia's the werecoyote… and… that grouch in the leather is sourwolf...er… Derek."
"Oh, it's OK." Gai said with a big grin. "My English is… how you say, no good?"
"Grammar wise, you're not bad. It's the accent. No biggie." Leaves crunching under her pumps, Lydia Martin, strawberry blonde hair perfectly styled stepped out from behind a tree. "Huh, not what I was expecting for a space pirate worth 300,000 Zagin."
"Are you a werewolf too?" Gai asked eagerly.
"Lydia's a banshee." Malia supplied as her friend pressed her perfectly glossed lips together, surveying the scene. "She's kinda drawn to dead bodies."
"Yes…" Lydia said distantly, her eyes glazing for a moment. "I heard the whispers… but I don't hear anything now."
"He just killed a bunch of Goumin." Scott pointed at Gai.
"They were already dead." Lydia said, eyes wide, scanning the forest. "Something is here… it feels like... "Her gaze landed on Stiles.
"Stiles?" Derek snorted, but before the teen could make a what should have been a snappy comeback, Stiles' eyes rolled back. All Stiles could hear were his friends calling his names before everything went black.
The bed was soft. Stiles nuzzled his face further down into the pillows, trying to avoid waking up. Upon the realization that he was in fact, not sleeping in his bed for the lack of his personal pillow, the teenager bolted upright, eyes frantically scanning his surroundings. Stiles let out a sigh of relief when he'd taken in where he was. Derek's loft. The windows casting long shadows across the bed told him it was late afternoon. As Stiles mulled about how long he'd been out, the door opened and Derek sauntered in with a bowl of soup. Before Stiles could open his mouth, "Eight hours, school's been cancelled, your dad thinks you're with Scott, and yes, the space pirate is still here." Derek said flatly. "Now eat."
"Service with no smile? They really should revoke a star from Hotel Hale." Stiles quipped as Derek glared back at him. "Oh my god, alright, I'll eat it." As Stiles slurped the soup down, he noticed that Derek hadn't left the room. The older male stood, arms crossed, in the doorway like some kind of disgruntled security guard. Normally he'd call the werewolf on it, crack a joke, but knowing that Derek was there, somehow, warmed him up inside more than the soup. "Where's Scott?"
"Out on the preserve with the pirate, looking for that Zangyack." Derek said.
"Oh man, I must have looked so uncool fainting like that. In front of Gai." Stiles groaned. Gai was seriously one of the coolest human beings on the planet. He was a fanboy, living his dream, from what all the net rumors said about him, anyway. Gai had been a Super Sentai fan and had somehow been entrusted with a ranger key by the legendary heroes. Ever since the space pirates defeated the Zangyack Empire's second space armada and killed Emperor Ackdos Gil about a year before, Stiles idolized Gai. "Does my dad… know? About the Zangyack being here?"
"Not yet." Derek said, his stance easing a bit. "We want to make sure that there's not another fleet before we cause an international panic and all eyes will be on us."
"Yeah, well, maybe you won't mind all those eyes on you." Stiles muttered into the spoon, eyes darting up to rake in Derek's arms.
"What?"
"Oh… crap. I mean… nothing." Stiles said, looking at the bowl, shifting around in the bed. "I'm… in your bed, aren't I?"
"Yes, and now I have to change the sheets since they now reek of you and teenage hormones." The werewolf said flatly.
"Hey! I shower! And I happen to think I smell nice! And NOW I feel violated."
"Just be grateful I didn't leave you on the couch… where Peter's hanging around."
"Ew. Gross." Stiles shivered, remembering the many times Peter had come so close to molesting him. "I think I'm… uh… gonna go now. You know, catch up with Scott? Thanks for the hospitality, Derek. I'll be sure to NOT wear any deodorant or cologne next time, so you get 100% Stiles next time." He smirked as he passed Derek. There werewolf caught his wrist, eyes glowing, eyes fixing on the ring. "What the hell Derek?"
"That ring. Where did you get it?" Derek growled, his grip tightening, fangs showing.
"What's it to you? OW! Fuck Sourwolf!" Stiles cried out.
Derek stopped at the smell of blood. Stiles' blood. Dripping from his claws. Then took in the look of absolute horror and anger forming on Stiles' face.
"Stiles, I…" Derek released Stiles' from his grip as the teenager took several deep breaths, trying not to look at his bleeding arm.
"Fuck you Derek." Stiles spat, cradling his injured arm as he shoved Derek and stormed past a confused Peter.
"Don't tell me the honeymoon's over already dear nephew."
"Shut up Peter."
Stiles stumbled out of the building, taking one final glance up at the tall windows, he felt the anger and fear that was welling up in him subside. Taking a deep breath, he found his Jeep parked next to Derek's Camaro and got in. Fumbling for his keys, Stiles let out a sigh of relief when his fingers enclosed around metal in his pants pocket. An unfamiliar sensation struck him as metal struck the metal on his finger, causing Stiles to look at the ring on his finger, the ring that made Derek freak out on him. Eyes fixated on the ring, when Stiles finally realized he'd zoned out, the blood on his arm had dried; the wounds had healed. Flicking the dry blood flakes off his arm, the teenager's mouth hung open as he tried to contain the freak out. He'd healed. Not even under the Nogitsune's influence did this happen. What the hell was happening to him? A sudden rapping at the driver side door snapped him out of his train of thought. Blinking, he stared back at Gai Ikari's concerned face pressed against the window.
"He's still out there, you know." Peter's voice drifted up the stairs into Derek's bedroom. The younger werewolf growled, eliciting a chuckle from his uncle. Derek buried his face in his hands. The look on Stiles' face when he'd hurt him, Derek never wanted to see that look again. Sure, it wasn't the first time he'd caused the younger man physical pain, but that was the first time Stiles had looked at him like that. Such a look sent Derek's stomach plummeting to the floor, weighted down by guilt. But why? Why now? And why Stiles? He'd only felt this sinking, depressing, gut-wrenching feeling once, but somehow this was ten times worse than Paige. He never wanted to see that look on Stiles' face again. He couldn't bear it.
"Are you OK?" Gai asked, settling into the passenger seat.
"Yeah. Just great." Stiles said, fidgeting. He was nervous again. Oh god, Gai was sitting so close to him. Inches apart. They were breathing the same air. OK, he was going to have to dial the fangirling back a bit, before Gai thought he was weird. Yup, nope, somehow this was going to go very awkwardly.
"I was wondering if you could give me a ride to the high school?" Gai asked.
"Yeah… Of course. Sure!" Stiles stammered, flattered that his hero was asking him for a ride.
"So uh, Scott tells me you're a big fan." Gai says, scratching behind his head, a faint pink tinting his cheeks as Stiles started the Jeep and started driving.
"I am" Stiles flushed, knowing that Scott, being the true bro that he was, probably told Gai to check up on him. "Ok, maybe I lied a little. I might still… sort of be getting over having my body possessed by an ancient evil spirit that tried to use me to kill all my friends."
"That's rough man." Gai's hand was on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze. "I wonder if that's why the Zangyack targeted you. Maybe it sensed that you were possessed by a Nogitsune… but how would that be possible? Then again, it looked like that Borashitto was sealed in the land for a long time…"
Stiles mouth hung open. Gai was going off on tangents. Sure, some of the angles he was throwing out were completely ridiculous and utterly insane, but then again, werewolves and banshees were just as real as super hero space pirates that show up in the nick of time to save people. Seriously, could this guy get any cooler?
"So wait, where are the rest of the Gokaiger?" Stiles asked when Gai finally slowed down.
"Oh, that's why I'm here. We invaded the Zangyack home world and Don-san found a report that said they sent a researcher out to Earth, years before the first invasion." Gai explained as Stiles pulled into the school parking lot. "I told Scott already, but he said to run it by you as well. Anyways, the report mentioned a treasure. Some sort of weapon developed by Borashitto, who was Insaan's assistant; she was the one who made the giant space laser that made the monsters grow; and so there was no report of Borashitto ever returning, so I came to investigate."
"Well, you were right. The tentacle freak is still alive." Stiles muttered.
"He might be looking for that weapon. And for whatever reason he thinks you might lead him to it. The report said Borashitto should have arrived on Earth about… hrmn... "Gai pulled out his Gokai Cellular and scrolled through his messages. "Eight years ago. Do you remember anything strange happening back then?"
"No… I …" Stiles stopped. The dream. "There was a dream… I mean, there is… I keep having it. There was a man in it speaking Japanese. I didn't understand at first but… having a Japanese speaking evil fox in you is one way to learn a language. He said the "wolves will keep you safe", but I didn't think about it much."
"Wolves huh?" Gai mused. "Must be… do you remember what the man looked like?"
Stiles thought for a moment. "I could never really see his face. He had a cloak and a hood on…"
"Anything else?"
Frowning, Stiles rubbed his hand, his fingers touching the ring. "He rode a motorcycle… and I remember… silver."
Gai's face lit up.
"What? What does that mean?" Stiles said as Gai's face twitched what was unmistakably a 'oh my god, it's all connected give me a sec, fangasming now' moment.
"I have to probably leave town to chase down this lead, but I'll be back soon." Gai said, opening the Jeep door and getting out.
"But if that Zangyack attacks again, what are we gonna do? In case you didn't notice, we don't stand much of a chance against that!"
"Don't worry." Gai said, grinning. "I'm on it! Oh, I think I've kept you too long. Scott's waiting for you at his house!"
"Wait!" Stiles cried as Gai disappeared in a flash of silver light. A low rumbling was heard overhead as Stiles stepped out of his jeep to see a silver streak disappearing into a large flying drill mecha, a fusion of the Timeranger, Zyuranger, and Abaranger's great power, the GoZyuDrill. In seconds, the flying drill vanished, leaving Stiles staring up at the sky, mouth open. "That was so cool."
To Be Continued...