AN : That's my first Teen Wolf fanfic so... try to be gentle...? I just had to write it lol.
I don't own Teen Wolf, if I did there would be a Sterek scene in every episode. And when I say Sterek scene I mean STEREK SCENE. You know what I mean... ;)
Also, this is a re-edition and I wrote it before 2x10 so there will be differences.
Enjoy (I hope) and R&R ? Pretty please ? *puppy wolf eyes*
Thanks a LOT to The Little Things That Matter, my lovely Beta !
I want Derek dead
Pack spirit
"I want Derek dead." Allison declared.
"No!" Scott shouted.
"Scott, you need to stay away from me right now." Allison said simply.
For Scott it was like a stab right in the heart. Allison wanted him away because Derek had saved him... Sure in the act he had bitten her mother and she, now, was dead, but he still had done that to save him. Didn't Allison love him, too? Didn't she know what it was like? To die slowly, from wolfsbane, being unable to breathe, or not to... It was torture, it was agony, pure agony. Maybe Derek was right after all... Maybe hunters were just that, hunters. And Allison was no exception. Speaking of Derek, he was still behind him, looking at the couple, and especially Allison, as if she had gone crazy. In Derek's own way of course.
"What have I done?" Derek asked.
"You killed her!", the brunette shouted.
"Who?" Yep, she's mad...
"MY MOTHER ! YOU KILLED HER YOU MONSTER!" Allison screamed.
"Did not. Fought her back, yes, but didn't killed her."
"YES YOU DID!" She roared.
"Allison, please listen..." Scott tried, but the glare he received from his loved one cut him off right away.
"You've bitten her, and now she's dead! And it's all your fault." Allison stated.
"I didn't bite..." Derek started.
"YES YOU DID! She's dead Derek! Dead! Because of you! You killed her with that bite. I lost my MOM because of you!"
"I..." He was at loss for words.
"Look Allison, there's something you don't know..." Scott tried again, only to be cut off again.
"I told you to stay away from me Scott!"
"Move Scott." Derek ordered
"What? Derek are you mad?! She's gonna kill you..."
"MOVE !" Derek repeated.
The glowing blue eyes made Scott flinch and step back, allowing Allison to aim at Derek. To their surprise he just looked, sadly almost, at Allison and knelt on the floor before her.
Go ahead, shoot. He didn't said it aloud, he didn't need to, his eyes said enough.
"What are you doing? Are you crazy?" Scott nearly yelped, stepping once again between the two.
"Move Scott!" Allison ordered the young wolf.
"No! You're not a murderer Allison! And you, stand up! You're not letting her shoot you!"
"I am."
"What? Why? You lost your mind somewhere?!"
Derek moved so fast neither of them saw him do it, but Scott felt claws on his arms, which he was clinging to, eyes glowing once more. He could feel his emotions, wolf thing. Derek was so angry, but it wasn't directed to him or his girl. He couldn't really place it, he had still so much to learn about that... Anyway when you had an angry Derek in your personal space you just shut up and did what he wanted. After all the guy was scary enough when everything was fine and when he had that blank face of his. But still, he had to do something, anything. This was all so wrong and out of this world...
"Move." He snarled in his face, before pushing him away.
"What is wrong with you two ? You're not, like, suicidal or anything. And you, you're not a murderer!"
Allison aimed at Derek again, who just stood there, watching, waiting. Then Alisson eyes widened and Derek sucked in a breath, hissing.
Some blood dropped from his mouth and he looked down, his eyes shining electric blue. A sword was piercing him, right through the heart. He rose his hand to touch it as if to see if it was really there and hissed again when the blade was turned in the wound. It was sharply removed and Derek stumbled a little, his hand on the hole in his chest, before he collapsed slowly on one knee, breathing shallow and wet. Scott ran to Derek to support him and looked at Chris Argent through red vision.
"That would make everyone happy. Derek's going to die just like he and Alisson wanted and she didn't killed him just like you wanted Scott" Chris said.
Allison was looking at them like she only now understood what had happened and what she'd almost done, with regret. Mr Argent took his daughter by the arm and dragged her out the house, all the while she was looking at Scott and Derek. The younger had laid the other one on his back, his head rested on his knees and he was trying in vain to stop the blood from spilling out of the wound. Scott saw her disappearing by the door and heard not long after a car's engine going to life and moving in the distance.
"Hold on, Derek, hold on... It's going to be ok..." Scott whispered.
Scott wasn't sure who he was trying to convince more. He had to call Stiles, he would know what to do. He reached for his phone but it had been crushed when Derek had pushed him away earlier. He couldn't leave him alone, but he couldn't stay there either. Man, they were so screwed...
"Eh, guys, maybe we've found something for-WOAH! What happened!?" Stiles asked.
Scott was so in shock that he didn't heard Stiles, Erica, Isaac and Boyd coming in. They were in the Hale's burned house, the two werewolves had tried to "feel the house", its memories, and maybe a way to stop Peter, again.
Allison had followed Scott and understood quickly where he was heading, the other four awaited there later. And here was Scott, eyes glowing, Derek's unmoving body in his arms.
"Fuck! Is he dead? What happened!?" Stiles asked running with the wolves to the other two.
"No he's not... not yet but..." Scott began.
"What happened ?" Erica asked again, her tone leaving no choice but to answer.
"Let's took him to the warehouse and call the Doc, I'll explain in the car." Scott said.
She nodded and they moved him to the car, Scott calling his boss, and Boyd driving like a wild man to get to the hideout so he could reach it sooner. When he told them about Alisson growls filled the car and when he talked about Chris Argent Stiles thought Erica and Isaac's door was going to be ripped away from the SUV. The she-wolf had had to sit on Isaac's knees for them all to fit in. Scott was in the front with Boyd, Stiles was, too, against the door, in the back and Derek was in the middle, leaning against the only Human, breathing more and more ragged with each passing second.
"Why would you let her kill you, that doesn't make any sense..." Stiles asked, more to himself than Derek really.
"I killed her...*harsh breath*... her mother... no one...*harsh breath*... you should know... I... I didn't mean to..." Derek had trouble speaking.
The wolf didn't finished his sentence, he started coughing violently and to the pack's horror, there was too much blood and not enough air in that cough, and then, he passed out.
When they arrived at the hide away, was waiting for them, looking anxious.
Yes Derek had tried to kill him, but he knew the kid just wanted to find the alpha at the time, and he made a good suspect. He also knew said kid had a good heart in the end.
And Derek was the only one who could take the pack to the battle lying ahead, kill Peter, and bring all the kids home. He knew that. Sure Scott was good and strong but not as strong as the other male. And the others? Don't let him start with the others.
Isaac and Scott laid Derek down on a table and they all stood aside, giving the veterinarian some space. They watched him moving around like a mad man. Worried. Derek wasn't giving any sign of getting better. All the wolves could smell was his blood and their heartbeats were so erratic they couldn't focus on one.
Stiles was experiencing the same things... except the heart beating was only his. Deafening even for his ears.
After an hour the Doc turned to face them and shook his head slowly.
Suddenly there wasn't enough air in the room. They all felt as if they were asphyxiating.
Derek was dead. He hadn't made it… it was over… everything was over.
There were so much rage and despair in the room that nobody knew who the emotions belonged to.
After a while, a minute or maybe an hour, Erica moved to the man, smiled sadly at him and went to Derek, caressing his hair almost lovingly before she looked at Isaac. They shared a look and they were moving his body in his wagon.
Stiles and Boyd followed them while Scott said a word to his boss. When he was out of the warehouse the teen wolf walked to his pack, no... not his pack, not anymore.
He entered the wagon and immediately spotted Stiles, he was pale and staring at Derek but Scott wasn't sure his best friend was actually seeing him, his breath and heartbeats were also abnormally fast.
"Stiles? You ok buddy?" Scott asked softly.
Stiles didn't answer, barely even looked at him but Scott could see his eyes were full of unshed tears.
"Stiles?" Scott asked again.
"Everything is bad, so bad. Derek's dead, Scott. What are we going to do?"
"I thought you didn't liked him?"
"Yes. No ! I mean... I don't know. It's not that I don't like him. It's just... he never gives me the time of day and I can understand that, but I can help, I do help ! And he can trust me ! Fuck ! I just... he's gone and... What are we going to do now? He's dead and Peter's back and Allison turned into a hunter and Lydia's going crazy and we still don't know what to do with Matt, and Jackson's still a Kanima and the Argents will be more fucked up than ever and my dad's lost his job because of me and..." Stiles trailed off.
"Stiles, Stiles, calm down man, here, breathe" Scott said running to his friend.
Stiles was having a panic attack. He knew it but he didn't know how to make it stop. Stiles was the good one with those things. Hell, Stiles was the good one with the ideas and plans and all. He was just good at doing them, the best. Erica pushed him aside and took Stiles' face in her hands, he was crying and could barely breath.
"Stiles, look at me sweetie. Look at me. It's going to be all right, you hear me ? I need you to listen to me carefully. Everything's going to be just fine. We'll figure it out. Everything. Look at me Stiles." She said calmly
She kind of had his attention at this point, but he still couldn't breath. Or talk. Or stop crying.
"Look at me and try to do just like me. You see?" She took a deep breath, "Try Stiles. Look, I swear it's easy." Again she inhaled deeply.
He did tried to mimic her, but every time he got his breath almost in check some new tears made him choke again. It took Erica nearly 15 minutes to calm him down and the other wolves were amazed at how soothing and caring and patient the she-wolf had been toward the teen. It was so unlike her usual self. Or maybe it wasn't.
"I'm sorry" Stiles whispered, Erica still stroking the short hair of his neck.
"It's ok man, you just pointed out what we were all thinking and yeah…" Isaac said, trailing of at the end, at a loss for words.
"We should get out of here and think about what we'll do next" Scott suggested.
"Go ahead, I'll catch you in a few" Stiles said.
"Man, I don't know if it's a good id..." Scott started.
"Just go, I'm coming. Don't worry. I just need some time alone" Stiles cut off his best friend.
"Maybe you should..." Scott tried again.
"Scott, get your ass out of here, now!" Erica cut him off.
The wolves all exited the wagon to work on a plan on whatever they could find a plan on, leaving Stiles alone with Derek. He stayed there, watching him without moving for a long time and after what could have been hours stepped forward until he could touch Derek. Stiles lifted his hand and let it fall down, looking at the ground. Then he took a deep breath and looked up and ever so slowly he lifted his hand again and carefully brushed the hair on Derek's forehead away. Stiles knelt at Derek's side and kept on stroking his hair.
"You're still hot..." He whispered. "Well not hot! I mean warm!" He added quickly. "Oh and you know what? Yes, you're hot. Even now... and I'd trust you, you know? I wanted you to know that. I mean, you saved me right? And well...yeah, maybe you scared me before but not in the end and...
oh gosh...what will we do now? Without you it's going to be so hard to handle the pack... it won't even still be one and... I'll miss you. I already miss you...sure we weren't, like, best friend or anything but you were always there for me when no one else was... my dad is barely home, even now 'cause he's trying to find things to get his job back, and Scott's never here anymore, when he does have time he's with Alisson, and now he'll try to have her back so it won't change anything and I'm still off Lydia's radar and without you Erica, Isaac and Boyd won't give a damn about me and yeah... I'll be all alone, kind of had been for a while but you were there... even if it was just to snap at me or growl or try to rip my throat out...with your teeth, at least you paid me attention. I'm not some kind of attention seeking whore but you know...having someone noticing you're there is kinda cool and...I wish you would just woke up and tell me to shut up like you..." Stiles trailed off of his rambling.
He choked on a sob and he realized that he'd been crying, probably all along. He was also stroking the back of Derek's hand now. It kind of angered him. That and the whole situation. He was with his emotions like he was with his attitudes: swift and whole.
"How can you do that? How can you leave us alone now? We need you! And you survived worse! You survived Peter twice and...how can you let Chris Argent kill you!? How dare you!? Huh? And what about Erica, Issac and Boyd? You-you turned them! You're responsible for them! You left them... ...you left me.I-I..." Stiles stuttered
Stiles's breathing was hard again. Fast and useless. He buried his face in the crook of Derek's neck and cried, one hand clutching at Derek's shirt and the other in his hair, gripping at the black locks. He stayed like that for almost an hour, his emotions pouring out of him in waves. Sadness. Pain. Shame. He just wished he could do something. Anything at all. He would give his life if he was sure it would bring Derek back. When he spoke again it was barely audible, a mere whisper, his voice hoarse and broken.
"I love you Derek. I never told you because I was afraid of what you would do but now, fuck! Derek I love you so much! I should have told you this before, no matter what you would have done, it was worth a shot."
"No matter what." Derek whispered hoarsely.
Stiles jerked away so fast he landed on his butt. It would have been funny if it weren't for his shocked face, damp with tears. Wide eyes looking straight into the green-grey-changing ones of no other than Derek Hale himself. He was still deadly pale, looked exhausted and had some troubles with his breathing but he was alive.
"D-De-Derek?" Stiles choked out.
"Yes."
"Derek?"
"Same."
"Fuck Derek!"
This time the wolf couldn't answer, all air knocked out of his lungs when Stiles got himself together and jumped on his feet, hugging him with all he had. When he realized what he was doing he released him quickly and stand there looking awkward, running his hand on his neck and eyeing everything but Derek.
"I... uh. Sorry. I'll go find the pack." he said looking at said pack across the window. He then frowned.
"What is it ?"
"I don't know. Allison's there. I'll go check. Stay here, don't move, rest and shut up."
Derek raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. They would talk later.
Stiles got out of the wagon, trying not to think about the last 5 minutes. The one when he'd said to Derek he loved him, when Derek had heard him and when he'd given the wolf orders.
When he was close enough he heard Derek's pack growling at Alisson while Scott was talking to her.
"I didn't know that." she said.
"That's what I tried to tell you earlier but you wouldn't listen to me." Scott said back.
"I'm sorry..."
"Should have thought of that before you killed him ! You knew him enough to know he wouldn't have killed anyone without a good reason !" Isaac yelled, eyes glowing.
"What was I supposed to do? My dad said Derek had bitten her and she died because of it." Allison shot back.
"You didn't wondered why?" Erica snapped
"I..."
"You knew your father would do something like that. He hates us with all he has because he was raised like that. I swear I'm telling you the truth. I was with her and she tried to kill me and I howled for help and Derek came to save me but she attacked him and he just tried to save his life and mine. I'd be dead if it wasn't for him. But your mom would still be there. It's my fault actually, if I hadn't..." Scott explained.
"No it's not. It's Gerard's! He has all that hate and he'd just...contaminated everyone with it, me too, just for an instant I swear!"
"Yeah and because of that our alpha is dead !" Isaac yelled again.
"Not anymore, for both your statements." Derek interrupted.
Everyone in the room turned to look toward the voice. Derek was standing next to the wagon. He looked better Stiles noted, he was paler than usual but less than when he "came back" and was breathing normally. No one moved for a while and in an instant the warehouse lost his stillness.
"Derek! You're alive!"
"How is it possible?"
"How are you feeling?"
"What happened?"
Even he couldn't really make out who was talking, he was focused on Allison anyway. She was staring at him, her eyes watering a little and looking... relieved ?
"How...?" she whispered
"Stiles."
Everyone turned toward him. For once he wished they all just kept on ignoring him.
"But how?"
"Long story. Let's just say he believed in me enough to make that happened." Derek said, gesturing to himself.
Allison nodded and then something popped in her mind.
"What do you mean by 'both statements'? You're the alpha, aren't you?"
"Not anymore. Peter's back." Derek said.
"What?!"
"Yeah, Lydia made him. She was under his spell in a way. You were gone to see your mother when she did" Scott said.
"You know what? I don't care about that Peter guy! You changed me, you taught me how to be a wolf, how to survive, how not to hurt people, you took care of me, you were there on the full moon with me. I don't give a shit about him, you're my alpha." Isaac said.
"It's not that simple..."
"Why not? Why should I obey to some guy I've never seen? When I trust you to be my alpha, with my life."
"You... you don't have to. You can stay together and..."
Derek was a little taken aback. No one had ever "trusted him with their lives". It was new and kind of overwhelming. So much that he didn't thought about glaring at Erica or Scott for cutting him off.
"And have you as alpha." Scott said. "They're right, I don't see why we should be his betas. We're both alphas on our own. And I don't want to surrender to him and be his pet. Unlike him you take care of your pack, in your own weird, twisted way... But you don't force us to do things against our will just because it suits you. You wanted me to stay away from Alisson because you didn't want me to hurt her or her to hurt me. When you saw we wouldn't hurt each other you let us live. He tried to make me kill her and all my friends."
"And what about the triskele ? If an alpha can fall into a beta, a beta can rise into an alpha right " Boyd inquired.
"Yes, I... I already have once. When I killed Peter, only because I killed him." Derek said.
"They're right Derek. You can be their alpha. Peter will just be the lone wolf. If I were a wolf, in that pack, I would want you as an alpha..." Stiles said.
They looked into each other eyes, holding their gazes until Derek's face contorted with pain and he fell on one knee again, taking his head in his hands. Stiles was the first one by his side even if he was just human putting one hand on his back.
"What's going on ?" he asked.
"I..."
Derek took a deep breath-werewolf growl while simultaneously jerking his head up, his eyes glowing bright red. Stiles took a step back, stumbling.
"Derek, your eyes !" he said.
"Yeah. I know. I mean, I can feel it."
"You see, it was possible after all. I don't really understand how but, eh, you are my alpha again so I don't care about the details."
"I think it's you actually. You'd... chosen me. Over him."
"Told you so, it's natural authority and the triskele's power" Boyd said.
"Yeah, maybe. So how about we try and find what we're going to do next ?" Derek answered.
"Or how about you let us do that and just rest some more ? You look sick man" Scott told him.
"Shouldn't I be the one talking while you listen to me without a thought?"
"Look Derek, you can be all alpha on our asses tomorrow but just for now can you try and rest and give us faith for half a second?"
Derek stared at Scott for a minute, then looked at his pack and finally nodded. Maybe they were worth some faith. And a little more rest wasn't as bad an idea as it looked. He turned to withdraw in his wagon.
"We need to talk. Later." Derek said when he passed near Stiles, who gulped and nodded anxiously.
"And Stiles? You're not a wolf but you're still pack," he added.
The teen stared at his back until he climbed in the wagon again and turned to the wolves.
"What? Come on guys, we've got work to do." he told them and walked to the spot they were previously.
"What are you doing Alisson ?" Scott asked when he saw her walking to the wagon.
Erica and Isaac growled while Boyd watched carefully each of her moves.
"I... just need to talk to him for a minute." She said
"No." Isaac and Erica said together.
"You can come if you want, I just have to ask him some questions."
"Leave her alone." Derek said from his sit, only the wolves heard him and they backed off, glaring at her while they went to Stiles.
"You can go" Scott told her, smiling faintly.
She smiled too and went to the alpha. She entered the wagon and looked for Derek, who was in the last row, waiting for her to come closer.
"So?" Derek asked.
"Why?" Allison said.
"Why what?" Derek asked again.
"Why did you bite her?"
"Honestly? I don't know. With Scott dying next to me and all that wolfsbane in the air my wolf took over and acted by instinct. I don't remember biting her."
"Ok..."
"..."
"Why?" Allison asked him.
"Yes?"
"Why didn't you attack me when I wanted to kill you ?"
"..."
"Derek, please, answer me." Allison begged.
"She died because of me." Derek said simply.
"And? What aren't you telling me? That's not enough for you to act like you did."
"I'm not heartless you know ?" He said frowning.
"I know. So, why?" Allison asked again.
"You lost your mother, I know that feeling. And I wish I wasn't the cause of it." Derek replied.
"You-you felt guilty? For me? You were sorry for me?"
"..." Derek was silent.
"Don't be. It's Gerard's fault, not yours. I understand that now."
"I'm sorry."
"Me too. I'll miss her. She was kind of a dragon, but I'll miss her..."
"Come here," the wolf said, patting the sit next to him.
Allison hesitated just a second before complying, sitting slowly. To her great surprise she felt tears on her cheeks. Even more surprisingly, she felt an arm on her shoulder and accepted the side hug gratefully.
"I usually don't cry you know ?"
"Well, I'm not usually hugging people."
That made her laugh through her tears. They stayed like that for God only knows how long. Allison enjoying the feeling of someone knowing exactly what she was going through, Derek enjoying the fact that the girl wasn't mad at him anymore.
"I should let you rest." Alisson said when she got a hold of herself again, standing up.
"I'm a werewolf and an alpha again and my pack's out there. I'm not some weak damsel in distress."
"Yes, and not so long ago you were dead. Let us, them, take care of yourself for a change. See you later Derek." She said
"You know you're part of the pack too right?"
"After all I've done?"
"I threatened and hurt everyone in the pack and they still want me as an alpha. Pack is family. You stick together no matter what and forgive each others." Derek explains.
"Don't forget that when it comes to you being forgiven."
"...I'll try."
"Now rest" Allison said smiling before heading out of the wagon and walking to the pack.
Derek laid down and did as he was told. Later he opened his eyes and listened, looked like no one was there. Well no one but Stiles. Good. They needed to talk, the sooner the better.
The teen was working on something and didn't hear him approach.
"Where's everyone ?"
Stiles jumped out of his chair, and skin, and turned to him, holding his heart.
"You scared the hell out of me!" Stiles shouted.
"Sorry." Derek smiled.
"Yeah, you look like you are. Scott took Alisson home, she'll play double agent, on our side, and the three others are out, needed some fresh air." Stiles informed.
"Good."
"I've found Matt's address and we have to go to Deaton for help about him and Jackson, we waited for you, and we thought we should go back to your house together to see if you or Scott felt something to fight Peter with and we have to protect Lydia, we have to tell her what's going on, there's no way we can still keep it from her, and maybe we should keep an eye on Danny in case Matt tries to attack him again with Jackson and..."
"Stiles, you're rambling."
"Am I ? I guess I am. Sorry. It's just... you heard me? In the wagon? When I thought you were..." Stiles asked
"Dead?" Derek finished for him.
"Yes." Stiles said.
"Yes." Derek answered.
"Oh God. Don't kill me, please!"
"Why would you want me to kill you?" Derek asked.
"Well, I said..." Stiles began.
"That you loved me."
"... yeah..." Stiles said cautiously.
"Is it true?" Derek asked the teen.
Stiles thought about lying, but it was to no use with a werewolf. Especially this one. He was also positive that said werewolf was listening intently to his heartbeats and breathing and trying to figure out every single of his emotions.
"Yes?" Stiles said.
"Good." Derek replied.
"Goo-Uh? Wh-What?" Stiles was confused.
"It's ok. More than ok actually."
"... Uh ?"
It was the first time Derek saw Stiles out of words. Ever. It made him smirk. He would give him some hints and see where it lead them.
"What do you know about wolves and mates ?" Derek asked.
"What?"
"What do you know about wolves and their mates ?" Derek asked again.
"Hum... I know, well, I think wolves choose their mate and stay with them for life." Stiles said.
"Almost, you don't choose." Derek corrected
"Ok... what does it have to do with you being ok with me being in love with you?" Stiles asked.
"What do you think?"
"That Erica's your mate, so you don't care about me being in love with you?" Stiles paused a little after saying Erica's name because Derek growled and his eyes flashed red again.
"What make you think Erica's my mate?" Derek asked.
"Uh, she's the only girl in your pack?"
"Our pack. And that doesn't matter. Mates aren't about gender." Derek explained.
"Uh?" Stiles was still confused.
"With common wolves it does, not with werewolves."
"Why?" Stiles asked.
"Because you don't have to be with someone and have kids to make the species remain. You can turn someone with the bite. It's not about gender, it's about souls."
"I still don't get it."
"What don't you get?" The wolf asked.
"Why it doesn't matter that I..."
"You're my mate Stiles, so it's actually pretty cool that you're in love with me." Derek said.
"I'm what?"
"My mate. My soul mate. My other half. Is it clear enough or... ?" Derek trailed off.
"You threatened me to rip my head off twice and I'm your mate?" Stiles questioned incredulously.
"I threatened you to but I didn't. And I saved you at least as much." Derek countered.
"And what about your 'I don't trust you' or..."
"I never thought you would love me so I did what was best for me." Derek said
"You protected yourself from me?" Stiles asked.
"From the love I have for you."
"And what now?"
"It's up to you."
"Kiss me." Stiles demanded.
Derek raised an eyebrow but didn't move. Sure he had heard Stiles say that he loved him. It was probably that fact that had given him his life back. That and the fact that the teen had some strong mind power, especially for a human. He would be a good werewolf, but it wasn't the time to think about that. He wanted to be kissed. He sure as hell didn't expected it. He thought he would have to fight for the boy's trust, for him to believe him. So him wanted a kiss? Asking for it? And since when was the kid even gay? Was he at all?
"You said it was up to me. I want you to kiss me." Stiles cut his thinking.
"What about Lydia ?" he asked growling more than saying the girl's name. He had to know. He had hated the girl for that, having Stiles' heart and interest.
"I did what was best for me" he answered, smirking.
Derek smirked too, that cocky bastard. But he had his answer and he liked it. He leaned in closer until their breath mixed.
"Are you sure ?"
The younger didn't answered but made the last inches to close the distance between their lips. It was slow and unsure, just a whisper of a touch, but it was so good. Stiles put his arms around Derek's neck who put his around his mate's waist. He slowly started licking Stiles bottom lip as if he was afraid to scare him but Stiles just opened his mouth to allow him to deepen the kiss. When the alpha licked his tongue with his own the teen couldn't help but moan. He had dreamt of that, but his dreams couldn't hold a candle compared to the sweet reality. In that kiss he forgot everything. All the fear, all the pain, all the troubles waiting for them... everything.
"Finally!" Erica shouted, making them part.
"Yeah, it was about time." Isaac said, smirking.
Stiles blushed and hide himself in Derek's chest while the werewolf strengthened his hold on his waist, sending his pack a hint of a smile.
"Oh don't mind us! I would love to watch actually." Erica said, grinning.
"Stop that." Derek said, his eyes red once more. The need to protect his mate, even from embarrassment, was already strong.
"You're no fun," she pouted. "Anyway, Scott should be there in a few. Did Stiles told you about what we thought of?"
"Yes. As soon as he's here we'll go."
"I'm here ! uh... Stiles?" Scott was looking at them as if they had grow a couple of heads each.
"Yeah ?" came the muffled answer.
"What... uh... When ...?"
"When you were all out and he's my mate. Have a problem with that ?" Derek asked, his voice low and dangerous.
"No. As long as he's good with it."
"I am. More than good." his friend answered, removing himself from Derek's hold, which the wolf allowed.
"Cool."
"You're ok with that?" Stiles wondered, eyes wide.
"Yeah, why not ? If you're happy I am. And I know that with him you won't risk anything, but prepare yourself not to have your life under control ever again. But we'll talk about this later, I want details because I'm kind of flabbergasted there."
"Flabber-since when do you know a word that long? And how to use it properly?"
"Secret. So... let's go? Lot of work to do. You good enough Derek?"
"Of course."
The pack headed back to the Hales' house and Derek and Scott tried again to feel it. If Peter's mind was strong enough to manipulate Lydia's it had to leave a trace somewhere. If so they would find it, for sure.
Derek stood by his uncle's "grave", where he had been lying when Lydia had took him there. He closed his eyes and gave his inner wolf full control. He could feel it growl, its thirst for blood and flesh was stronger than ever. Peter was family but Peter was a traitor. Peter had killed Laura. Peter had tried to kill him. Peter had tried to kill its Mate. Peter had to die. And this time it would make sure he would not came back.
It took Derek a lot of will power to calm his wolf down and make it focus on what could be helpful. His uncle's emotions. His stronger thoughts. He tried to see with his eyes, to smell with his nose, to hear with his ears. It took him some time but he managed. When he opened his eyes again they were flashing red. He smirked.
"He's still weak. And he has to find Lydia, I'm not sure why. He probably needs her to gain more power. She's immune but bonded to him anyway."
"We have to protect her" Stiles said, making Derek growl lowly. His wolf was still powerful within him.
"Not because I'm in love with her but because she's my friend and I don't want Peter around." Stiles said.
"Here goes your life and liberty." Scott joked.
"Scott" Derek growled again.
"It's fine. He'll learn to trust me" Stiles smiled, looking Derek in the eyes. They were the only two to understand the allusion.
"So, if we protect Lydia correctly we'll be able to kill Peter more easily, right?" Boyd asked.
"Yes. He's weaker than me so he doesn't stand a chance against all of us."
"Good. We just have to find him now" Isaac said.
"He'll be near Lydia."
"Scott's right. We don't have to find him, we just need to keep an eye on Lydia. We should kill him first, then take care of Matt, try to help Jackson and avoid the Argents."
"Sounds like a plan."
"A good one even."
"Let's go find her then."
They were about to move when Scott's phone rang. He looked at Derek sheepishly and went to switch it off when he saw it was Allison. He read the message and quickly looked up at Isaac who was about to open the door.
"Don't open it ! The Argents are waiting for us behind!" Scott said.
"What?" Isaac asked.
"Allison sent me a text. They're waiting outside."
"How did they know?"
"A hunter was hidden somewhere and saw us coming. She told they all went when he called."
"Great."
"Let us be good hosts then." Derek said.
"Derek..."
"Move from the door. Go in that room" Derek said gesturing to the one behind the stairs.
"Derek?" Stiles asked.
"Don't worry my mate, I'll just open the door and go back to you. I want them to know we're the ones waiting for them."
"Be careful."
He nodded and gestured again to the room. When his pack was safe he walked to the door, opened it and flew away before the bullets could reach him.
After a little while the first hunter came through the door, then another, and then another one. They heard growls seemingly from everywhere and nowhere at once. They moved slowly, taking in their surrounding, weapons at the ready. One hunter was violently pushed against a wall, landed unconscious on the ground, blood inked on said wall from where his head had touched it. They hadn't see or heard anything. The other two shared a look before one of them was literally swallowed by the darkness of a room. A cry. A muffled sound. Then nothing at all.
"HE...!"
His plea was cut off by a shadow of fang and glowing eyes. Two more hunters came in the house, followed by Chris and Gerard Argent. The two hunters fell on the ground when a body was thrown at them. They were barely up again when Isaac and Erica grabbed them from behind, rifles flying somewhere, arms in their back and sharp claws on their neck.
"You're still quite good for lost puppies. But not good enough against us, are they Chris?" Gerard taunted.
"Not sure, not without their precious alpha." Chris replied.
Here was the Argents' arrogance again. He would give them that. Even in the worst situations they never backed down, always trying to make it sound like they had the power when really they had none.
"You think so?" Derek asked.
"Wha-? No, that's impossible."
"You sure?"
"Derek!?"
The wolf walked in the dim light of the moon. Green eyes and no fangs. He wanted to show them they didn't scared them. He smirked at them, especially Chris Argent.
"But... how? I killed you!"
"Looks like dead werewolves tend not to stay dead for long." Derek smirked.
"How?" Chris asked
"You wouldn't understand. Now, let's be clear. I don't care about you or your family, I have way worse to think about so don't come near us and I'll pretend you never existed, try to hurt us again... you don't want that, trust me" Derek told them, eyes bright red.
"We never hurt you!"
"Don't go there Argent" Derek growled, fangs showing slightly.
"Look Kate was wrong but Victoria hadn't done anything and you still killed her!" Chris said.
"She tried to kill me. I had to defend myself."
"You...!"
Chris aimed at Derek with his gun, a chorus of growls echoing in the old house. Erica's and Isaac's hold on the hunters' neck tightened instinctively and the men moaned slightly in pain and fear for their lives. They released them a little not really wanting to hurt them. The only real threat in the room was Gerard after all. Hunters could be easily taken care of without even having to wolf out and kill them and if they played it right Chris wasn't as bad as he seemed.
"He's not lying. Actually he came to save me, from her, and she attacked him too. And maybe you don't like us but you know we're no threats to Beacon Hills. We're even trying to protect it. We should work together but your hate is blinding you and when we could help people, we're fighting each others!" Scott yelled, stepping out of the darkness too.
Always trust Scott to try to make a deal with hunters just after one of them had been killed by a werewolf. He wanted so badly for them all to work together that any occasion was a good one in his eyes. Let's see where it was going.
"She... what? Why would she do that?" Chris asked recovering from the news.
"Chris why are you talking to them? Just shoot already." Gerard demanded
"Shut up. So?"
"I'm... still in love with Allison, and she still loves me. And it scared her." Scott said
"No... no, you're lying!"
"He's not."
"You still killed her!"
"Funny how it's unacceptable when it touches you closely and how it didn't mattered when it was my family burning alive."
They stared at each other a long minute. How could the hunter answer to that ? His sister had killed his entire family by burning the house. He knew there were children and Humans in that house. He also knew the Hales weren't dangerous. That's why he hadn't done anything against them then. They had messed up.
"You should leave. Take the injured and go."
"And if we refuse ?" Gerard asked.
"I'm not sure you have any kind of power in that conversation" Derek answered looking over the hunter' shoulder.
He followed his gaze and saw Boyd, wolfed out and ready to attack him. When he turned his eyes on Derek again he saw Stiles stepping beside his best friend and his alpha, rifle at the ready, aiming at Chris. The two other hunters hadn't dare make a move since their throats had been so intimately introduced to the werewolves hands and claws. It was a losing battle and they all knew it.
"Let's go" Chris said.
For once Gerard didn't object.
The wolves left the house 10 minutes later.
"So Erica and Boyd you do the first watch, I'll go next. Isaac and Scott you're going tomorrow for the first watch."
"Ok. See you then."
"Yeah."
The pack parted then, Erica and Boyd by foot to be more discreet in Lydia's neighborhood, Isaac and Scott in Boyd' SUV, Isaac would drop Scott home and go to the hideout with the car, Derek and Stiles were in the wolf's Camaro. He wanted no, needed, to be the one taking his Mate home. He parked in the driveway and saw the Sheriff was still out. Good. He killed the engine and walked Stiles to his doorstep.
"You wanna come in?" Stiles asked.
"I can't. I have to go to Lydia's." Derek said.
"It's not before some hours." Stiles pleaded.
"Stiles..." Derek warned.
"Please ? I just want to be with you a little more. Just us you know. I've never been in a 'us' relationship. I want to make the best of it." Stiles told him, holding his hand out for Derek to take.
Who was he to deny his mate some quality time together? He smiled and took the offered hand, walking in after Stiles and letting him lead the way to his bedroom. They wouldn't do anything tonight. He knew he was the first one to be with Stiles, his wolf was howling happily and proudly at that. He would be all his mate wanted him to be and when the time came... he'll be ready to give Stiles all he needed and wanted. But not tonight. They had all the time in the world to learn how to be together. For the first time in years he believed in that, in time and future. For the first time in years he surprised himself by feeling some hope for a better tomorrow.
AN2 : So, this was supposed to be a one shot but some lovely people wanted me to continue it so...
If it's not worth it it'll stay like that. If I do continue it will be probably to write some more Sterek and off course try to help them with all the sh** going on.
And I'll just prentend I never saw 2x10 and the next ones and just do what I want lol. Including some things of the show of course.
Just so you know I did write a 2nd chapter but if you want me to post it you'll have to ask... I hate doing that but it's like the only solution I've found for you to let me know what you think about it...
Anyway, hope you survived and enjoyed that.
Less than three you beautiful people !