Disclaimers: I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF, nor do I receive any monetary recompense for my writing. I just write for enjoyment. Rated M for a reason, there are slash/het sex scenes, and a rape scenario later on which is a very touchy subject for many people. I'm also loosely basing a non-show character on myself. Not that I find myself particularly interesting, I just thought it would be an easy character conversion. *shrugs* Okay, I guess I am a wee bit interesting. So enjoy/don't enjoy/whatever, I appreciate any criticism since I've never written anything other than poetry in the past. Thanks! ~ADC
And a special thanks to my beta: SweetEnigma
A/N: I'm currently working on 'revising' the chapters, as I'm happy with the storyline but not so much impressed with my dialogue-writing. Bear with me. Chapter 1 has been updated.
Chapter 1: We Can Make The World Stop
"Stiles, get it through your thick skull, already! Lydia could care less about whether or not you're around… she's working on recovering from the whole 'Peter' incident right now and doesn't need you hovering over her like a bloody vulture."
"You knowwww," Stiles drawled, "Telling me repeatedly that the girl of my dreams wants nothing to do with me is not exactly the best way to coerce me into tagging along on your little wolfy adventure."
Derek sighed deeply, "Okay. I'm not saying that she's too good for you, Stiles… I'm just pointing out the obvious - that she's way too wrapped up with Jackson, and is too stubborn to stop and consider you. Maybe in some other universe where he didn't exist or he moved far away, never to return, the two of you could be together. I just don't see it happening. You can continue to lust after her and hold out hope, and I commend you for your dedication, I really do; but it's foolish and it's a huge waste of your time. We're going on a road trip, whether you like it or not, so you're gonna have to admire her from afar. Scott still has a LOT of things he needs to learn; to fine-tune, and I feel like you need this just as much or more than he does. You need a distraction; some male bonding might help to clear your head." He tapped the boy on the head twice as he spoke, smiling to himself as Stiles ducked dramatically out of his reach. Scott had to give the guy credit; Derek could be quite the commanding officer when he chose to be.
"But does it have to be all the way to Canada!?" Scott whined aloud, "that's like a million miles away! What about Allison?! This summer was supposed to be-"
Derek interrupted, "My family had some friends out in Eastern Canada when I was growing up and we've kept in touch. I even went to live with them for a bit after the fire. It's beautiful there; the forest is quite different from the terrain here, as are the sights and scents of the Atlantic Ocean. The change in environment should help hone your senses and give you something different to look at besides Beacon Hills for once… Scott – Allison loves you, but since her father would never in a million years let her come on this testosterone-fueled excursion you will have to survive without her for a few weeks. The distance will teach you self-control and will ultimately bring you closer. Just imagine how sweet her lips will taste after such a hiatus…" Derek winked, which was something the boys had never witnessed. It was slightly unnerving.
"Ugh, Derek, you're never allowed to talk about that shit ever again. You're like, ancient! I do agree though, I'm sure we will be pretty pumped to see each other by the time we get back. I guess we should try to make the most of this,'' Scott responded.
Derek's jaw dropped "Old!? I'll give you old, in the form of a swift punch upside the head. I know more about relationships than you could ever imagine, and it certainly isn't because I'm old…" The alpha grinned widely and both boys groaned and turned to walk away. "See you Saturday bright and early, your bags had better be packed!" Derek called after them.
Scott's lower lip had actually quivered when Derek first mentioned being away from Allison for so long. He took a moment to think... 'Now that we're back together and everything is out in the open with her father I was hoping to spend every waking moment of the summer at her side. She's going to have an aneurism when I tell her about traveling that far for WEEKS…' As much as he wanted to head straight over to her place right after their meeting with Derek, Allison was currently 'enjoying' her family dinner night so he knew better than to interrupt. He scampered home to pack up his belongings early. It was Thursday, after all. That way he could spend all of Friday showering her with kisses. 'And perhaps other things…' he grinned to himself, while enthusiastically jamming a pair of boxers into his duffle bag.
- O -
Stiles moseyed home in a bit of a haze after their midday 'pack meet' as Derek coined it. He knew there were a lot of questions his father still had about what had taken place over the past few months, but in all honesty Stiles though it would be best if they both had a little bit of space. 'I deserve a bit of fun after all that chaos, don't I? Is this even going to be considered fun? Does Derek and fun ever coincide? What about Lydia? 'He sighed, he still cared so fucking much about her but he felt like he was losing the battle for her affection. And by that he meant there was no chance in hell. After all, Jackson was a big-shot studly-stud… What could Stiles possibly have that would please her? He was a nervous, hyperactive virgin that spent most of his time gaming or stuffing his face. Even Scott had found someone for himself, why couldn't he just have the one thing he wanted most? "Ah well" he said aloud and chuckled to himself. 'Perhaps I will have yet another hilarious chat with dad about how to impress the ladies.' He started packing early, earnest to spend Friday with his father before embarking for Canada.
- O -
The next morning, Scott leapt out of bed. He tanked on over to the riverside where he was supposed to meet up with Allison at 11:00 for brunch… and he was 20 minutes early; practically dancing back and forth from foot to foot. He laid out a soft quilt on the grass, and, despite his anxiousness, took a moment to check out his surroundings. He found the forest to be quite abuzz with sound. The birds were twittering away, fluttering around in the treetops, there were butterflies flitting about, and there was a wondrous cool breeze. 'Everything is perfect,' he thought to himself. The breeze wasn't enough to quell his raging hormones, however, and as he heard the snapping of twigs behind him he whirled and pounced.
"Oh my god Scott, cut it out! You're going to ruin my new dress!" She squealed, laughing giddily.
In response, he lifted her up in his arms and plopped her into the freshly spread blanket, hiking up her soft dress and placing rough kisses on the even softer skin lacing the insides of her thighs. "Is this better?"
She sighed; "Mmm, what's the rush? Tell me about your summer trip!" She really didn't want him to stop, for she always seemed to get extra worked up when he was in a frenzy like this, tossing her around like a ragdoll. The fact that he could overpower her both scared and delighted her.
"Later..." he practically growled.
She knew better than to try and procrastinate; Scott was quite the hungry wolf. He hastily removed his shirt and unbuttoned his jeans as she eased her legs a bit wider, teasing him. She felt the fabric of her lace panties dampening, and it was only mere seconds before he tore the remaining clothing aside and plunged into her, causing her to gasp aloud and grasp the blanket beneath her.
"I don't want to hurt you, but I want you so badly, all of you. Right now…" Scott's control was slipping, as he started pounding his aching member into the fantastic, tight heat between her legs. She cried out and he stopped for a moment,
"I'm fine! God, Scott, faster!" He flipped her over so her ass was in the air and gave it a little nip before injecting himself back in, quickening the pace.
"Fuck, Allison… This feels too good, I don't want it to end so soon but I'm gonna…"
"I don't care, we have all day, you can fuck me as many times as you'd like," she purred, which sent him over the edge.
'This is gonna be a good day, I can feel it.' He thought to himself.
- O -
The next morning…
Derek knew that the boys were probably cranky about being away from their 'sweethearts' for so long, but they would have to grow up and get over that hurdle if they were to ever make anything of themselves (or enjoy their vacation). The smooth ride of the Camero jetting along the highway made the drive fairly manageable, at least. He dialed the radio back a notch and listened to the boys chattering amongst themselves.
"Well Allison said she would text me from time to time with updates on how Lydia is doing, just to put your mind at ease. I don't really know why you're so attached, Jackson is all over that," Scott reminded him.
"Well, even if I don't have any chance with her I still care about her well being. Jeez Scott, it's not all about getting laid!" Stiles replied with a smirk, giving his friend a playful shove in the shoulder.
Scott spoke up again, "Speaking of getting laid, Allison and I had so much sex yesterday I think my dick might actually be out of commission for our entire trip."
"Augh, man. Keep it to yourself. Seriously, as much as I would love to live vicariously through you…" Stiles face-planted into his hands and shook his head back and forth.
Derek said nothing, just rolled his eyes in exasperation… 'teenagers'. He cranked the radio back up and floored it. The lack of conversation didn't last long, however…
- O -
"So, what's the word on dinner? I'm STARVING TO DEATH, and this highway sure isn't ending any time soon…" Stiles groaned loudly from the back seat.
"You should have grabbed a snack on one of your millions of piss breaks." Stiles looked defeated until Derek continued, "We're gonna turn off here shortly to find a restaurant, so quit whining." 'I hate being cooped up in small places for extended periods of time, especially with a girlfriend-deprived best friend and a moody alpha werewolf,' Stiles thought.
They eventually stopped into a small-town diner with an un-memorable name and consumed massive portions of food. Stiles had a huge chicken burger and some sweet potato fries, while the other two opted for rare steak and potatoes… 'Those carnivores'. Stiles couldn't help but wonder how Lydia was doing, but upon thinking it aloud he just received glares. 'Well, who cares what they think, I just want to make sure she's okay. Even if she is physically healing she must be emotionally traumatized, and Jackson isn't exactly a 'let's talk about our feelings' kind of guy.'
- O -
"Are we there yet?" Scott complained loudly, once they were back on the road.
'What he means is: the sooner we arrive, the sooner we can do whatever it is we're going to do and then the sooner we can get back home'. Derek thought. "Settle down, Scott. She will still be there when we get back. Jesus. Do you pups ever stop complaining? Enjoy the scenery or something," Derek growled. He didn't understand how they couldn't be fascinated by all the changes in the countryside. There were so many new sights, smells, and sounds in each area they passed through. He really did need to teach these boys a lesson in patience while he was at it.
"Hey Derek, hate to break it to ya, but I'm not a wolf!" Stiles quipped from the back seat.
"It was just a term, I didn't mean it that way… but I could change that if you'd like." He flashed Stiles a devious grin in the rear-view mirror.
"Nope, no thanks, I'm good, thanks," Stiles replied nervously. Derek couldn't quite understand why Stiles kept refusing the bite; he would make an excellent werewolf… He was clever and knowledgeable, and he had a head on his shoulders, unlike Scott. He may get preoccupied and excited easily but the new power might counteract his ADHD and settle him down; make him more focused. Derek looked at the unknowing Stiles in the mirror again. 'He's quite handsome in a boyish way, but so awkward. What would he be like with all that extra strength?' He started thinking about how Stiles would look with his shirt off; moonlight playing upon his chest, about running and hunting together…
"Ummmm Derek, could you please stop looking at me like I'm dinner? It's making me rather uncomfortable. Didn't we JUST eat?" Stiles had noticed the man staring, and looked more than a little perplexed.
"Sorry, I was just spacing out a bit, there. All this driving makes me a little dozey." 'What has gotten into me lately?' Derek turned his attention back to the road and continued racing down the highway toward their long awaited destination.
A/N: Song credit: The Glitch Mob - Drive it Like You Stole it (Cryptex Remix)