Golden

Summary: Stiles is kidnapped… again. But this time is a little different- he is tortured for information a lot more thoroughly. All this manages to do is piss Stiles off, which leads to an interesting discovery just seconds before he is rescued by the pack.

AN: New story! I just finished one so I started this one in honor of me recently watching all three seasons of Teen Wolf- or at least the episodes that have aired so far!

WARNING- this story will likely nor be updated regularly, I could be months in between updates as I am currently rewriting about six other stories right now! (I have a busy muse)

Don't live in black and white do we
It's just another fight to me
If we don't take it on we won't get far

It seems so far away but so close
It's there for us to take when most
Would waste it don't waste it

Chapter One

Stiles should have known better. The alpha pack was gone and for some reason he had allowed himself to drop his guard, to think that his life was back to normal. He should have known better. But he should have known better. Maybe if he had been smarter, he wouldn't be waking up with a raging headache and a pain in his wrists where they were bound together with a rope in an unfamiliar room. The concrete was hard under his head but the coolness of it felt good against his throbbing temple.

"Fuck," he groaned as he tried to open his eyes.

"Ah, my little babe is awake," a sickly sweet voice greeted him as he stirred. Blinking rapidly, Stiles focused on the face of his kidnapper. The woman was small, just over half the size of Stiles. Her hair was blonde and curly, the ringlets falling down her back and almost reaching her calves. She was beautiful, with strange violet eyes and Stiles caught himself thinking that at least his captor was decent this time and not some insane, cancerous old man.

"What the fuck do you want?" he was not going to be polite- his head fucking hurt and he was sure it was all her fault. The girl seemed amused and giggles, tucking her curls behind her ear, drawing Stiles' attention to the fact that they were pointed like a fucking elf's.

"Aw, kiddo, I only want some information," she smiled sweetly and Stiles groaned.

"Of course you do," he ranted as she hoisted him up and forced him into a chair. "That's what everyone wants. No one just wants to talk, they all want information. 'Stiles look this up,' 'Stiles, can you find out about these?' 'Stiles, how do you kill this?' " he mocked, grumbling as he did so."No one asks 'Hey, Stiles, how was your day?' or 'Hey, how are your grades faring with all this crazy bullshit?' or 'Hey, want to go out?' Fucking assholes," his captor was highly amused by his monologue.

"Oh, babe, you're so funny! I can see why they keep you around, you've got fire in you darling," she smiled maliciously and pulled a knife from god knows where, pressing it against his jugular almost nonchalantly. "But the time for nonsense is over- now I want my information. And what I want-,"

"Let me guess- you get?" Stiles sighed. "Alright, what do you want to know?" he was entirely unaffected with the knife to his throat- hell, Derek had done worse.

"Oh lovely- I do love it when they are willing- but what I want to know is simple; who is the alpha's mate?" That threw Stiles for a loop.

"Derek? Derek as a mate?" he questioned incredulously. "Grumpy, scowl-y, sourwolf Derek…. Has a mate?"

"Ooo, you are a funny one!" the knife pressed closer to his neck and Stiles felt a single drop of warm blood trickle down his neck. "But you aren't fooling me, sunshine- tell me who is the alpha's mate!"

"No, look lady- I honestly don't think he even has one-,"

"DON'T LIE TO ME," she screeched, pulling the knife away from his neck and slashing the tip across his cheek, drawing blood easily as Stiles yelped in pain. "I can smell it on him- he is mated and I want to know who took him from me!" Stiles glared at her mutinously.

"Can't you just sniff them out yourself you crazy bitch?" he sneered.

"Do not test me, boy! You know as well as I that an alpha can block the scent of his mate from other beings," actually, Stiles hadn't known that. But he honestly didn't know who would possibly want to mate with Derek of all people.

"Look bitch, I don't know who the sourwolf took as his mate,"

"YOU LIE!" A deranged glint shone in her purple eyes and Stiles mentally swore- she would never believe him, even in he was telling the truth. "I tried to be nice," she hissed as she slashed his other check, evoking another yelp of pain that Stiles tried desperately to hold in. "I tried simply asking," she sliced up his torso now, drawing out a line of blood on his sternum- Stiles was pleased he managed to stay quiet this time, merely glaring at her. "But if you are going to be so fucking stubborn about this," she growls as she kicked the chair out from underneath him, causing him to fall to the concrete floor. He was unable to catch himself- his wrists were bound tightly- and so his head cracked against the concrete, causing him to see stars as his headache grew to epic proportions. "Then I'll just have to get… creative," she smiled as she stalked closer, her knife beginning its work.

Stiles tried not to scream- he really did. He also tried not to cry or beg. But he failed. His first scream escaped about an hour into the torture and cutting and by the fifth hour he had lost consciousness three times and was begging her to leave him die, begging god to let him bleed out. Blackness consumed him once more as he sobbed, salty tears leaving clear tracks on his bloody face and stinging the cuts on them.

A face full of water jolted him into consciousness. Stiles screeched loudly, his body flapping uselessly as it hung off the ground. The rope on his wrists was pulled tight over a meat hook that hung from the ceiling. His legs were pulled apart, ropes securing them to either wall so that he somewhat resembled a starfish. He was almost naked, his tattered clothes in a heap in the corner, only his briefs left over. His captor stood in front of him, smirking. He blinked the water out of his eyes, bringing the room back into focus. When he saw the changes the bitch had made, he immediately began to struggle, pulling uselessly at his bonds.

"Ah, ah, ah," she shook a finger at him as she scolded him, her lips still curled into a smirk. "I knew you would just love this idea of mine! If only you would tell me who your alpha's mate is…" she sighed, looking at him expectantly.

"I told you crazy ass bitch," Stiles' voice was hoarse and his throat was dry, his tongue sticking to the roof of his mouth for a moment. All he could taste was the metallic tang of his own blood. "I don't fucking know who the shitty ass alpha's mate is, okay?"

"Liar," she sighed and turned away, walking over to her new torture table.

"No, please," his pride was beyond gone by this point. "Please, I don't know!" he sobbed dry tears, his throat making awful scraping noises.

"Liar," she sighed again. It was too late, her knife was already white hot from the small flame she had going. "I think I'll start with your most useless finger, because I'm so generous," she laughed and stood on a stool to reach his tied hands. In one smooth movement, Stiles' pleads turned into screams of pain as his left pinky finger fell to the ground, the wound already cauterized by the heat of the blade.

"I'm going to kill you, you bitch!" Stiles felt the rage bubble inside his chest- he had allowed her to break him down and make him beg but now she had taken something of his. She merely smiled which cause the rage to burn brighter.

"Maybe I should torture one of your friends instead," she mused as she retrieved his pinky finger and giggled at it. "I'm sure they would just love my methods," she used the severed appendage to wipe the drying tears from his eyes.

Suddenly she gasped her face paling and eyes wide with fear. "Yo-your eyes!" she screamed. Stiles barely noticed, the rage burning brighter than ever. She had threatened his friends! He tried not to imagine Scott, Lydia, Isaac, Erica, Boyd, or even Derek or Jackson hanging here in his place but it was futile. His over active imagination flashed the images in his head, causing he rage to boil up…

He screamed as it exploded, the need to protect his friends- his pack- from harm consuming him. If there was one thing Stiles cared about more than himself, it was them. The scream wasn't the only thing that exploded from him- a burst of energy flew out, rippling through the air like a heat wave. Stiles couldn't see himself, but if he had he would have noticed the way his eyes burned a bright red and his skin began to glow, white swirls covering every inch of his nearly naked body. The blood washed away as the wounds healed into fresh pink scars. The ripple of energy lifted the kidnapper off her feet and slammed her into the far wall, her head cracking against it and skull denting inwards. Her limp form fell to the ground, dead.

Stiles heaved in breaths of air as the rage and protectiveness subsided. Slowly, his eyes returned to their normal colour and the runes on his skin vanished. Unconsciousness took him once more. But just as he slumped in his bonds, the metal door of the storage container flew open, a snarling alpha stepping right over the dead body in front of him and rushing to check on his mate, freeing him from his bonds and cradling his limp body to his chest. Said alpha's pack was right on his heels, all of them ignoring the dead elf in favor of their unconscious friend.

AN: The Calvary arrives! Please review if you liked/want more/ see something that needs improvement!