Title: Battered and Broken
Name: Moonbeam (luvsbitca)
Pairing(s): Derek/Stiles, Danny/Jackson, Lydia/OMC
Disclaimer: I own nothing, obviously and we all know what would happen if I did :p
Summary:
Someone comes to Beacon Hills with a grudge against Derek and his pack. There is an explosion on Derek's land and members of the pack are injured. Is it the new hunters in town who don't trust him or someone else?
While the pack emotionally and physically recovers from the explosion they have to try to sort out their personal relationships, keep from falling apart and find out who is coming after members of their pack.
Told through constantly rotating POVs from all the pack. This is season one compliant only as I haven't see the second season.
Rating: cautiouslyR (American), MA (Australian). Rated for violence and injuries.
Warnings: Serious injuries, medical information, hurt/comfort, disability, some descriptions of violence.
Word Count: 102,802 (just to be specific :)
Author's Notes:
I shall start by saying thank you to SpaghettiTacos for reading this and being unfailingly positive and supportive and often listening to me complain about nothing. And for the t-shirts!
Thank you to ShadowKnight for listening to me about this even though he did not like some of my plot choices and for always being around for a conversation regardless of the topic.
And lucky last, terp926 for being my beta and being both super supportive and for being a beta who didn't make me crawl into a corner and cry.
He was also insanely accepting of the fact I told him it would be about 30,000 words…no sorry 50,000…well umm actually 75,000…ah shit it's over 100,000 and he just kept telling me to keep going.
There are several cameos from a wide range of people from TV shows I watched while I wrote this thing. If you think you know who they match to let me know :)
I have a list of what most of my original characters look like if anyone is curious.
The two main ones are
Tom – www . imdb . com (slash)name(slash)nm2584392(slash)
and
Daniel www . imdb . com (slash)nm0005023(slash)
pariahsdream put her amazing abilities to use and draw a picture to accompany this story, it has spoilers and can be found here ( pariahsdream . tumblr . com(slash)post(slash)37966340509(slash)for-the-teen-wolf-big-bang-i-signed-up-for-this).
There is also a link within the story at the correct place.
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Battered And Broken
by Moonbeam (luvsbitca)
/ / / The Sheriff \ \ \
"What the hell happened?" The sheriff asked when he burst into the emergency room and saw Lydia and Jackson beaten and bruised sitting next to one another on a bench.
"There was an explosion." Jackson started. "I don't know…I tried…they said. He shouldn't have been there. He wasn't supposed to be there."
"I'm so sorry sheriff." Lydia mumbled next to Jackson the dark black soot and blood on her face missing along the twin tear tracks running the lengths of her cheeks.
The sheriff slumped down into the chair dropping his head into his hands. His eyes prickled, his mouth filled with a sour taste and he felt his chest tighten but he couldn't; not yet. He stood up and walked over to the admissions desk and smiled at the triage nurse there, he recognised her but couldn't remember her name.
"Sheriff," she said when he sat down.
"My son was brought in, Stiles Stilinski, do you have any news?" The sheriff heard his voice, the voice he used when he was talking to a suspect or warning someone off and he knew it wasn't the right tone for now but he was terrified of what his voice would sound like if he stopped, if he wasn't tensed and tight and enclosed in a wall of khaki and detachment.
"Just a moment." The nurse…Jane…Jenny…Jasmine…turned to her computer and taped a few keys before turning sympathetic eyes to him. "Sorry sheriff, he's in surgery. Along with the man who came in with him, Derek Hale, I can't tell you anymore. But I can let you up to the surgery waiting room. If you want to come this way."
"Before that, Lydia and Jackson have you been seen?"
Lydia nodded. "We are fine; we were far enough away that we weren't hurt. The blood isn't mine. It's-" Lydia face twisted.
"Have you been seen by a doctor though?"
"No," Jackson said. "We don't need one. We are sure sheriff."
The sheriff looked at them both and nodded, they would have healed minor injuries by now anyway. "Okay, come on." The sheriff called before turning around and smiling at the nurse and nodding at the swinging door.
"Oh sheriff, it's only family."
"They are." The sheriff said firmly. "Which way?"
"Next floor up, elevators on the left, follow the orange lines and you will come to a waiting room. If there is a picture of a boat docked with an orange sunset you are in the right place. I'll make a note for the doctors to find you there when they are finished."
"For Derek too please." The sheriff said. "Thanks."
"Sheriff?" the nurse started.
"He's got no family but me and my son."
"Okay sheriff."
The sheriff led the two werewolves through the hospital and up to the waiting room with the picture of a boat docked with an orange sunset and sat them both down.
"Now, what happened to the two of you?" The sheriff asked when they both had a milky, sugary cup of tea and were diligently drinking them.
"Nothing really," Lydia said. "I'm fine, my wrist was sprained but it's healed."
"Just scrapes and bruises." Jackson said looking down at his bloody shirt. "Most of it isn't mine." Jackson blinked rapidly before his entire body stiffened.
"Where are Danny and Scott?" The sheriff asked changing the topic swiftly.
"They were taken back to be checked out but they weren't as bad, broken leg for Scott and Danny had a large gash on his head and a dislocated shoulder." Lydia said without emotion. "It was Derek and Stiles that were really hurt."
"I'm going to go and check on the boys, wait for me here." The sheriff said leaving Lydia and Jackson with their tea and going to find a nurse. He found one and stopped with a brittle smile. "Hi, I am looking for some information on two patients."
"Hello sheriff, who are they?"
"Scott McCall and Danny Mahealani."
"Melissa's son?"
"Yeah."
The nurse did something on her computer and looked back up at him. "They are both down in emergency. I'm sorry I can't give you any more information."
"That's fine," the sheriff said. "I'll go down."
"Okay sheriff."
"I am waiting for news about my son, is this the nurse's station for the surgery he's in?"
"What's his name?" The nurse asked her eyes suddenly turning compassionate and the sheriff returned her smile weakly.
"Stiles Stilinski."
"I have a Gre…Grz…I can't pronounce that," the sheriff smiled and then bit down on his lip. "Oh right here under preferred name, sorry."
"That's him."
"Then yes this is the right spot. But I have no information, he's still in surgery."
"Okay, I'll be back, thanks. There are two people in the waiting room, they are with me."
"No problem."
The sheriff walked down the halls to the emergency room. He knew he shouldn't technically use his position to gain information that didn't pertain to his job but he really couldn't bring himself to care at the moment. When he made it down to the emergency room he heard Melissa before he even had a chance to ask where Scott and Danny were.
"Melissa?" the sheriff said as he passed behind the curtain.
"Samuel." Melissa turned and looked at the sheriff her eyes wide and wet.
"Scott, are you okay?"
"Yes sheriff. How is Stiles?"
"He's in surgery." The sheriff said taking a deep breath.
"I'm sorry Samuel. I saw him when he came in, I was on shift."
"Honestly Melissa, how was he?"
Melissa's eyes turned sad and Samuel could tell she didn't want to say anything but he could read the severity of Stiles' injuries in her eyes. Sometimes he wished they didn't know each other quite so well.
"Right. I wanted to check on the boys. Lydia and Jackson are upstairs in the surgery waiting room worried so I wanted to check on everyone. Stiles will ask when he gets out of surgery."
"I'm fine, they need to set the bone and do the cast but I'm okay. The bone was out of place or I would have been fine." Scott said. "Danny is next door."
"I'll go to check on him," the sheriff said. "Then I'll come back."
"Okay Samuel." Melissa squeezed his forearm.
The sheriff went next door to find Danny lying on a bed in a room by himself.
"Danny?"
"Hi sheriff." Danny opened his eyes and looked at the sheriff, his head was covered in a bandage and his arm was in a sling.
"Are you okay son?"
"Fine, how is Stiles?" Danny's eyes looked worried and his bottom lip bore the indentation of Danny's teeth.
"In surgery. I don't know anything yet." The sheriff said laying a hand on Danny's knee.
"Will you let me know when you find out anything?" Danny asked biting his lip harder.
"Of course. How are you, honestly?"
"They reset my shoulder and I have a concussion. They want to keep me overnight. They called my mum but she's away at the moment."
"You can come and stay with me while you are recuperating if you want; just until she gets back." The sheriff said.
Danny smiled. "I'm sure I'll be fine at home."
"You're not going home alone," Melissa called through the curtain. "Either you're going home with me or Sam until your mum can come home and fuss over you."
"She'll drag me back to her house and fuss over me," Danny said with a small smile.
"Good," Samuel said.
"Do you know anything about Derek?" Danny asked.
"He's in surgery too."
"Oh, he was protecting Stiles." Danny started the muscle in his jaw ticking.
"Tell me about it later." The sheriff said holding his hand up and blinking his dry eyes.
"Of course. Sheriff, I-I'm sorry."
The sheriff forced a smile in Danny's direction. "Are you okay here by yourself?"
"Melissa has been coming back and forth when we've had to have the curtain closed. She stayed with me when they set my shoulder."
"Good." The sheriff tightened his grip on Danny's knee.
"You can go back up if you want." Danny said. "Thanks for checking on me."
"Of course," the sheriff said. "I thought Stiles would want to know whenever he woke up how you all were…and I wanted to make sure you are all okay."
"Thank you sheriff."
The sheriff smiled and patted Danny on the knee before ducking back out and going next door to Scott. "Melissa, I have a favour to ask."
"Anything Sam."
"Lydia and Jackson are upstairs and if possible they look worse than the boys. Can you get them cleaned up?"
"Of course. Scott I'll be back in a little while. If they come to do anything tell them to wait and that I said so."
Scott smiled. "Of course mum. Sheriff, as soon as he comes out…"
"I will let you know Scott." The sheriff smiled weakly at Scott and turned away from the room.
Samuel and Melissa left the emergency room and walked towards the surgery waiting room but the sheriff stopped and grabbed Melissa's arm when he thought he was far enough away from the emergency for the two werewolves there not to be able to hear him.
"Tell me the truth Melissa, how was he?"
"He wasn't conscious when he came in. There was a lot of blood and his breathing was bad, I would think a punctured lung. I didn't get to see him for very long. I know the doctor working on him, he's good Sam, but…he was in bad shape. He had a wound on his leg as well."
The sheriff nodded as he bit down on the inside of his cheek. He clenched his jaw and stared at the wall behind Melissa for a moment.
"And Derek?" the sheriff asked finally when he trusted himself to speak.
"He was conscious; he got out of the ambulance and was trying to get to Stiles. His wounds though, they looked worse than Stiles, honestly I'm surprised he was awake. Sam, his back was very badly burned and from what Scott said I think he was between Stiles and the explosion. But he has an advantage Stiles doesn't."
"He's special," the sheriff said again.
"Sam, there is no reason not to have hope. Please don't think the worst."
"Thank you for being so honest with me Melissa." Sam said gripping her hand. "Come on."
They walked back up to the waiting room where he had left Lydia and Jackson after stopping at the nurse's station and finding out Derek and Stiles were still in surgery. He walked into the room to find Lydia and Jackson still sitting where he left them and nursing their tea.
"Okay, Melissa sorted out a chance for both of you shower in the nurse's change room. Melissa has gone to get some scrubs for both of you to wear. You will need to put your clothes in evidence bags."
Jackson nodded and Lydia stood up throwing her empty cup away before coming to stand in front of the sheriff. "Thank you sheriff, I hated sitting there with this all over me."
"It's okay Lydia, come with me," the sheriff said.
Lydia and Jackson disappeared into the change rooms with a set of scrubs each while Melissa and the sheriff watched them for a moment before they turned and went back into the waiting room.
"How long do you think the surgery will take?"
"A couple of hours at the least. Do you want me to wait here while you get a drink or something?" Melissa asked.
The sheriff shook his head. "I am not thirsty, go back to Scott."
"If you need anything let Sarah, the nurse at the desk, know and she will call down to the emergency department."
"Thank you Melissa."
Melissa smiled and stepped forward for a quick, hard hug before she left the room.
The sheriff sunk down into a chair and tried desperately to stop himself from falling apart now that he was alone.
He remembered this room much too vividly. He remembered the painting and the seats and the smells and sounds of this room. He knew there was a section of plaster missing behind the poster for the after-hours doctor's surgery. He had been the one to punch it off ten years ago; the night he'd come here after his wife had been involved in a three car pileup, hit by a drunk driver and then hitting the car behind her. The sheriff took a few deep breaths trying not to think about that night. He'd been woken up at eleven at night by one of his deputies who hadn't known how to tell him that his wife was on the way to the hospital after a terrible car crash. He had had to wake his son up and then take them both to the emergency room; Stiles had been fourteen and scared but he'd held his father's hand for the six hours it took them to operate on his wife – she never came out of the surgery. Stiles had fallen asleep just before the doctor came out apologetic and conciliatory but distant and the sheriff had spun and punched the wall because the drunk driver who'd killed his wife was fine and at some point Samuel was going to have to go down to the station and sort him out. He was the sheriff; it was his job in the end. The sheriff's knuckles ached like they did when it rained at the memory, he'd bruised them to the point just shy of a break and the doctor had written it up as a fall. When the sheriff had made it back to the room after being patched up Melissa was sitting with Stiles asleep next to her and there was a poster for after-hours medical help over the hole in the plaster. He wondered if they'd fixed it but couldn't bring himself to walk over and look.
Ten years and a day.
This time he'd been at work. This time they'd received a call about an explosion. This time it was a nurse who told him his son was at the hospital before anyone at the sheriff's office could reach him. This time he didn't have anyone to hold his hand while his whole world fell apart around him.
The sheriff's eyes burned. He told himself it was because he'd been staring at the wall without blinking since Lydia and Jackson had left the room but the sour taste in his throat threatened to force him to face the fact he was about to lose his son the same way he'd lost his wife and nothing in the world was ever going to drag him back this time.
Stiles was fourteen and the sheriff had woken him up to tell him his mother was dead. His son had thrown his thin arms around Samuel's neck and told him it would be okay. Then the sheriff had cried. Melissa had left, gone back downstairs to her shift leaving them alone in this room so they could grieve. Father and son had sat in this room for a long time crying before the doctor came back and said they could see her if they wanted.
The sheriff wondered if the universe could hate him enough to have his son being operated on in the same room where his wife – Stiles' mother – had died.
They'd gone back to see his wife. Maybe the sheriff shouldn't have taken his fourteen year old son to see his dead mother. Maybe that had been a bad idea but they'd gone into the room and there was a body. It looked like his wife, pale and slack but his wife's face. He had never been able to explain it to anyone; not the department shrink he'd had to see or Melissa or his grief group but she wasn't his wife anymore. His wife was gone when he'd looked at the body she wasn't there anymore. Stiles had seen it; he'd said it in the same straightforward way Stiles said most things.
The sheriff did not want to see his son like that. He wasn't supposed to see his son like that. If he could he'd swap places, he'd rip out his own heart and whatever else was needed to ensure that Stiles didn't look like that until he was old and grey and had lived whatever life made him happy.
Samuel knew that he was being pessimistic, knew that Melissa had said to have hope; he knew that if anyone was strong enough to get through this it would be Stiles but even knowing his son hung out with werewolves he never thought this would happen. He had always assumed if something happened Derek would just bite Stiles and he'd have a werewolf for a son. Derek had promised him, Derek had sworn on pain of death to protect Stiles – Stiles complained…loudly, that he was more than capable of taking care of himself but the sheriff had stared into the eyes of an alpha werewolf and demanded his promise that Stiles would be protected. Derek had agreed, told him it was his duty as alpha to protect his pack. Why hadn't he done what was necessary?
Danny said Derek had been protecting Stiles.
Lydia was the first one back. Her long wet hair piled on top of her head and she was wearing a faded maroon set of scrubs. She sat down next to him and reached out to hold his hand.
"Why didn't Derek bite him?" the sheriff didn't even realise he'd spoken. His voice was harsh and dry; Lydia would know how he was feeling.
"He was out, unconscious. He didn't come to until after the ambulance got there. By then Stiles was in an ambulance and Derek couldn't do anything, he tried to get to Stiles but…" Lydia stopped and the sheriff could feel her curl in on herself a little. He kept his eyes facing forwards as she pulled her legs up in front of her and curled her free arm around her calves before dropping her head onto her knees which served the purpose of hiding her face while she continued. "They knocked him out. Stiles was so hurt we couldn't bite him. Beta bites aren't as trustworthy as alpha's and he was so hurt; they were both so hurt."
The sheriff hadn't even noticed Jackson walk in until he sat down next to Lydia and curled his arm around her shoulders resting his head against the curve of her neck and shoulder whispering into her ear. Lydia's grip on his hand didn't loosen as Jackson told her repeatedly that Stiles was going to be okay and that she couldn't have done anything, neither of them could have done anything. Samuel knew Jackson was comforting himself as much as he was comforting Lydia. He was sure they were telling the truth though. They had all been close for so long they would do anything for one another. Samuel had always expected them to drift apart when they went to university but as they all came back to Beacon Hills for holidays and breaks they were just as close as they'd become by the end of high school. He knew a lot of that was the fact they were werewolves, they were a pack but Stiles was never bitten and yet they were all family. Samuel was just pleased Stiles had more family than just him now.
He was glad his son had people in his life who loved him completely but Samuel didn't have anyone he loved like he loved Stiles. He wasn't ready, or willing, to lose his son. Stiles had to get through the surgery and be okay, he had to survive because he was all Samuel had and he couldn't outlive his son, he had barely pulled himself back from losing Ania and he'd had Stiles there keeping him grounded. He'd had Stiles to keep himself alive and sane while his world had been falling apart and if he lost Stiles now there would be nothing between him and the bottom of that scotch bottle anymore. Samuel shook the idea off and prayed to anything up there that might be real, he needed his son to come out of surgery and wake up.
Samuel found it easier to hold his emotions in check with Lydia holding his hand; he needed to be strong for them so he had something else to focus on. He settled further back into the chair for the long wait.
TBC...
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