Author's Note: Ok so I have fallen into a teen wolf hole, and I blame the tattoo I got from Merlin which is also the Triskelion Derek has on his back. Also Stiles is my spirit animal, and I'm planning a Fem! Stiles Cosplay. As I normally do I got inspiration for a story by that. This changes events from the show, Erica and Boyd stayed and survived, Allison was in Paris visiting family for the Nogitsune so she survived too. Kira hasn't left and Season six hasn't happened yet. The Twins joined the Hale pack. I own nothing.

Fairy Tales

1 Most Recent Problems

Stiles sighed and laid her head down on the desk in front of her. Yet another string of odd occurrences had struck Beacon Hills and so far they couldn't find anything that even connected the occurrences. Even with Stiles' access to her dad's files they couldn't figure out what was going on. All they really knew was that something supernatural had come to town within the last few weeks, Derek had smelled it first, but it had seemed to be alone not a threat. It avoided the Nemeton and stayed away from the pack but in the last three days three girls had ended up hospitalized due to what appeared to be unexplained circumstances. All three of them were now comatose and appeared to be slowly dying but no one could figure out what was wrong with them. None of the girls had the same symptoms save the coma. The police were treating it as separate cases but that didn't feel right to Stiles. She ran a hand through her hair and frowned, it was getting too long. Normally her hair was boy short, she'd kept it that short since her mother died but she'd been so busy since Scott got bit she hadn't had time to take care of her appearance. She sat back up and flipped through the files again.

All three girls had been seen going through their normal daily lives, nothing odd happening at all. They'd been found in different places seemingly having been doing different things. There were no toxins in their systems, nothing physically wrong with any of them save for a pinprick on the first girls finger, a rose thorn in the seconds and, and what appeared to be a shard of glass in the thirds foot. None of it made any sense. Stiles sighed, she'd gone through the normal routes of investigation so she decided to get silly. She'd searched for a connection between the women but nothing. So she hacked their individual Facebook accounts and emails to get an idea of their lives, admittedly she had some help getting into the accounts. Danny had found out about the Hale Pack when Jackson had accidently wolfed out in front of him. He said he wanted to think about it when Derek offered him the bite.

This yielded a few interesting tidbits about the three women the first one suffered from narcolepsy which is what the doctors had originally assumed was what had happened but she had yet to wake up. The second girl was dating a rich older man who had a previous history of violence and apparently really liked gardening. He was currently under investigation but they could find no evidence that he'd done anything wrong. And the final girl had by far the most messed up home life. Her father had become an alcoholic when her mother had died, he'd married another woman who had two kids of her own both daughters. While the father was too drunk to notice the stepmother had begun to abuse her, her only solace had appeared to be her boyfriend. According to her last Facebook post she'd been heading home from his house just before she'd been found. Something about that sounded familiar but Stiles couldn't think with the silence in her house. Her father was working late again. She grabbed her phone and opened the Netflix app. Flipping through her list she found a movie she hadn't seen in a long time and set it to play in the background. The opening narration of Cinderella began to play as Stiles turned back to her research. Moments later she froze. Snatching up her phone she rewound the movie and listened again to the opening narration. Dropping the phone back onto the desk she pulled up her search browser and spent the next few hours scouring the net.

Derek's phone rang as he pulled himself up on his bar. He sighed. It was nearly one am and most sane people were asleep but the full moon was approaching rapidly and his wolf was restless. He didn't need as much sleep as a normal person anyway. He let his phone ring till it stopped. He finished his set and rolled his eyes as his phone started ringing again. He dropped to the floor of his loft and checked the caller ID. He sighed and answered.

"Hello Stiles."

"Fairy Tales!" Derek frowned at the random exclamation from the sheriff's daughter.

"What?" Derek could hear Stiles spin in her desk chair.

"The connection we've been looking for, the comatose girls! Keep up Sourwolf. Fairy tales are the connection. I know it sounds crazy but hear me out. The first girl is a pretty blonde, adopted by two wonderful ladies when she was a baby, their sister happens to live with them too. She has narcolepsy, just turned sixteen and just got back into contact with her birth parents like a week ago. Falls into her coma after she pricks her finger on an embroidery needle. Sound familiar?" Derek picked up one of his weights.

"No." He could practically see her roll her eyes.

"Alright try this one. Girl in a possibly abusive relationship with a man who also appears to spoil her rotten and adores his rose garden. I'll admit that the coma is a bit off from that tale but the fact that her sisters are horrible to her and her dad recently lost everything fits. Does that one sound familiar?" Derek paused mid bicep curl but shook his head.

"No." Stiles made a frustrated noise.

"Ok fine but you can't have not heard of this one. Little girl's mother dies, father turns into an alcoholic and marries an asshole with two other daughters. The stepmom starts abusing the girl. Stepsisters are horrible too. Her only comfort is her rich, secret boyfriend. She ends up like the rest after leaving said boyfriends house, she's found with glass in and around her foot." Derek switched hands.

"I'll admit that one sounds familiar. But you need to get to your point Stiles." Stiles made a triumphant noise.

"That's what I thought too. It's Cinderella! The first one was Sleeping Beauty, the one in the middle is Beauty and the Beast. That's the only connection between them, one of them was home visiting from college, that's Beauty. One of them was homeschooled, Sleeping Beauty. And Cinderella went to Beacon Hills High, she's in sophomore year! None of them had met or were even Facebook friends. There's literally nothing else that connects them, save gender." Derek frowned.

"The Beauty and the Beast one doesn't make sense, she didn't have sisters in the movie." There was silence over the line for a moment.

"You know Disney movies?" Derek nodded, then remembered that he was on the phone.

"Yes I do, Cora likes them." Stiles nodded. Cora had moved back in with her brother after the Nogitsune incident.

"I am going to tease you about that endlessly but no this is closer to the original story. In that one Belle's dad isn't an inventor he's a business owner, who loses everything. He finds the beasts castle when he is on the way home from checking on one of his missing ships that had come in after a storm. The sisters ask for huge expensive gifts but Belle just asks for a rose. She's the only one who gets a gift but the beast threatens to kill her father over the rose so Belle gives herself up to him instead." Derek nodded.

"Alright so how do you think they connect? The fairy tale angle could work but why?" Stiles shrugged.

"Hey I'm not the expert on supernatural here, sadly that's Peter. And I'm not calling Uncle Pedo at one am." Derek frowned setting down his weight.

"So you called me?" He could just hear the clacking of a keyboard.

"You're the only other person I know who's up this late. Scott is either sucking face with Kira or asleep by now. Dad's at work and still doesn't know about the supernatural. I don't know what Erica and Boyd are doing right now, probably don't wanna and Isaac and Allison won't be back for another three days. Lydia would kill me if I interrupted her beauty sleep and I honestly still don't think Jackson likes me. Malia and the twins are always busy, and again I don't really wanna know what with. Danny is the heaviest sleeper ever and wouldn't wake up even if I called him. And Liam needs all the sleep he can get with two fucking Alphas teaching him, no offence. And again, Peter might be awake, but just no." Derek sighed even as his wolf whined at the back of his mind. For whatever reason, his wolf had always been very protective of Stiles, he still had nightmares about losing her. He had to admit he'd grown rather fond of the hyperactive teen over the years of them working together. Realizing that they might have to kill her when she was possessed by the Nogitsune had made him feel physically ill. For whatever reason skinny, defenseless Stiles had wormed her way under his skin and made a home in his heart. Not that he'd ever tell her that.

"So what am I supposed to do with this information Stiles?" He could almost hear her shrugging.

"Pass it on to Uncle Pedo? See if he knows anything. I don't know Derek! I just wanted to share that my awesome brain worked out the puzzle. I'm trying to piece together any other connections they might have had but I can't find any so far. I might see if Danny can hack into their phone records tomorrow." Derek snorted a laugh.

"You know for the sheriff's kid you really do a lot of illegal shit." Stiles dropped her phone.

"Stiles? You alright?" There was the sound of scrambling and then Stiles' voice came back over the line.

"You laughed! Holly shit I wish I had been recording! You have the capability to laugh! I must tell the world!" Derek rolled his eyes at her enthusiasm.

"Stiles, stop." He could hear the shit eating grin in her voice as she replied.

"Never. If I don't tease you who will? Everyone else is too intimidated by that whole 'grr I'm the Alpha' thing." Derek was gonna get dizzy if he kept rolling his eyes.

"And you're not?"

"Nah. After having a centuries old dark fox in my brain not much scares me anymore." She yawned and the wolf at the back of his mind growled at the thought of the Noguitsune torturing Stiles for months on end in her own head. He knew part of the reason she didn't really sleep anymore was because she often woke up in screaming fits of terror. Usually her dad could calm her down but sometimes she needed to call in a pack member to help her calm down. More often than not it was Erica, the two had become very close after the beating Stiles had received from Gerard. Boyd also stuck close to them since then. Again that feeling of protectiveness reared up in his mind. He sighed.

"I suppose that makes sense." Stiles yawned again despite her best efforts to stifle it.

"So do we have any idea what could be doing this?" Derek shook his head.

"Well it's hard to know for sure. Could be a lot of things. I'd say the most likely thing is that it's a witch. They're hard to find though and can be even harder to stop." Derek paused. There was nearly no sound from Stiles' end of the phone.

"Stiles?" Still nothing. Derek felt his heart pound, fear rushing through his veins.

"Stiles!?" There was a loud snore form the other end of the line and the Alpha let out a sigh of relief. She'd fallen asleep on the phone with him. In her desk chair more than likely. He shook his head.

"Goodnight Stiles." He hung up and finished his bicep curls. A giggle from the doorway drew his attention to his little sister leaning on the doorframe. He rolled his eyes at her.

"What Cora?" She shook her head and smiled a bit wider.

"You're just too cute with her. You came back to Beacon when you heard she and her buddies were in trouble, you couldn't kill the Nogitsune because it was in her. Any other person in Beacon and you would have killed them for the greater good with only a second thought. But not Stiles, never Stiles." Derek shook his head but didn't say anything. Cora shook her head as Derek grabbed his jacket.

"Off to see your princess?" Derek rolled his eyes.

"No I'm going on patrol, we've got something creeping around Beacon Hills, I need to make sure no one else gets hurt." Cora shook her head.

"Yeah right whatever big brother. You know if you stay in denial long enough someone else is gonna notice her and snatch her off the market." Derek let out a loud involuntary growl as his eyes flashed red. Cora raised her hands in surrender.

"Sorry oh mighty Alpha. I'm just stating facts. You need to buck up and ask the girl out. She's eighteen." Derek frowned. Last he'd checked she'd only been seventeen.

"When was her birthday?" Cora's grin could only be described as shit eating.

"Last December, towards the end of the Nogitsune debacle." Derek frowned. It made sense why she wouldn't really want to celebrate after killing multiple people and nearly dying herself, it made his wolf whine again. Cora hugged her brother tight.

"Go check on your girl." Derek snorted and hugged his sister back before heading out. He did the rounds of Beacon Hills quickly and parked the Camaro back at the loft. He walked out into the woods and shifted before running to Stiles' house. He easily scaled the side of the house and slid Stiles' window open without a sound. He found her asleep in her desk chair just like he thought she'd be. Her phone was on the floor, it had fallen out of her hand. She was twitching and groaning in her sleep. He gently picked her up and her twitching instantly stopped. She sighed and leaned into him. He smiled and his wolf almost purred in approval. He laid her down on the bed and carefully tucked her in. He stooped and picked up her phone he found her charger plugged in next to her bed. He plugged it in and set the phone down on the bedside table. A noise drew his attention to the bed again. Stiles was whimpering, kicking and fighting the blankets. His wolf whimpered again and he sat down on the edge of the bed.

"It's ok Stiles, I'm here." He ran a hand through her nearly pixie length hair. She leaned into his touch, a smile flickering into place. He couldn't help but smile lightly as she calmed down. He didn't think about how long he stayed there until he heard the sound of the Sheriff's car pulling into place next to Stiles' Jeep. He waited until the front door opened and closed before he ran his hand through her hair one last time and slipped out the window. He waited in the shadows as the Sheriff carefully peeked into Stiles' room. He could easily hear the sigh of relief from the man's throat.

"Good she's actually sleeping for once." He carefully closed the door. Derek smiled and slipped back into the room for a moment to make sure Stiles was going to stay asleep. She turned to him as he sat down on the bed, she wrapped a hand around his wrist and snored slightly. Derek muffled a laugh. He did have to go soon, they had work to do in the morning. If Stiles was right about the fairy tales he needed to call Peter, see if he knew anything about what was going on. He'd prefer to have answers by morning if possible. The pack had too many human members who would be vulnerable to a magical attack. Stiles was the first one that came to mind since the Nogitsune the whole pack had been extra protective of her. Danny was human too and pack by proxy through both Lydia and Jackson. Then there was Allison. She was another conundrum; her father had proven to be an ally of the pack no matter how warry Derek was of trusting an Argent. But then there was the fact that Isaac and Allison were more than likely doing the nasty. They were at the very least dating. Kira wasn't a wolf either but her mother was a nine-hundred-year-old kitsune, she could handle her own shit even though she was pack. Malia was a… complication. His cousin, Peter's daughter, and the only reason Peter had come back to Beacon after everything that had happened. But she was pack, through Stiles who was, according to everyone he talked to, the only reason she was more human than coyote at this point.

He tried to move his arm and Stiles whimpered cuddling closer to him. His wolf howled with approval and the need to stay by her side, make sure she was safe even in her dreams. But he couldn't stay he needed to make sure the pack was safe. She had more of a grip on his shirt than anything else so slowly, carefully he pulled off his shirt. She curled up around it hugging it close. His wolf still wanted to stay but it was satisfied that Stiles would smell like him when she woke up. With that thought happily confusing him he took his leave.