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Title: We Are All We Are – Defining Pack
Fandom: Teen Wolf
TW Disclaimer: All rights reserved to Jeff Davis and MTV. This fanfiction on the other hand is entirely mine. No money is made with this, though reviews are more than welcomed.
Warnings: shounen-ai, mating/mates, explicit intercourse, anal, fluff, h/c, pack!feels, packmom!Stiles, blood, fighting, AU of season 3, death (NO puppies), hetero
Main Pairing: Sterek
Side Pairings: Scott/Allison, Boyd/Erica, Danny/Isaac, Jackson/Lydia, Peter/Chris, John/Melissa, Ennis/Kali, Aiden/Cora, Aiden/Allison & Ethan/Stiles (for jealousy)
Teen Wolf Characters: 'Stiles' Stilinski, Derek Hale, Erica Reyes, Vernon Milton Boyd IV, Isaac Lahey, Danny Mahealani, Lydia Martin, Jackson Whittemore, Scott McCall, Allison Argent, Cora Hale, Malia Hale, Kira Yukimura, Ethan, Aiden, Chris Argent, Peter Hale, Alan Deaton, John Stilinski, Melissa McCall, Rafael McCall, Noshiko Yukimura, Mister Yukimura, Bobby Finstock, Adrian Harris, Maran Morrell, Jennifer Blake, Deucalion, Kali, Ennis
Summary: Post season 2 – the four skipped months. Season 3 needs more pack!feels, not just the 'a member of the pack died'-pack!feels. It'll be a slow-built 'fixing season 3' piece, twisting season 3 to my will. Including packmom!Stiles, Sterek, Jackson, Erica, Boyd, Scallison and no dead packmates.
After everything with Gerard, Stiles wonders where his place in the pack is. Or rather, to which pack he belongs and what is going on in general. New faces and the threat of an Alpha pack are really not helping him there. So now he's stuck – once again – rescuing a bunch of stubborn werewolves while trying to deal with his own feelings, not just romantically but also friendship-wise, because he really needs to help Scott sorting things out.
We Are All We Are
Defining Pack
Chapter 1: Choosing
The next morning came and Stiles had to briefly wonder if maybe everything had been a dream. No sign of Isaac, nothing. But still somehow the Sheriff's son knew that it had happened. Which was bothersome. He sighed and stretched some. Time to get back to school. The first day of school since everything went downhill. His dad had allowed him to stay home on Friday, seeing as getting beaten up by 'the opposing team' the day before had worried John enough to allow it. Stiles had spend the whole weekend holed up in his room, not leaving, ignoring all of Scott's phone calls.
"Stiles? Are you up yet?" It was untypical for his dad to sound so unsure. "You know, if you're not feeling up to it, you could always stay in bed... I'd call the school..."
The offer was too tempting. Just staying in the safety of his room one more day. But it wouldn't suffice. After last night, he needed to know what was going on with the local werewolves. And the best source of information for him was at the moment the school. To see who would show up, who would socialize with whom and who would be shunned. Though he already knew who would fill in on the third category. Bing, bing, bing! He. If he would have to make a guess, Jackson and Lydia would most likely stick with Allison, seeing as Lydia was the faithful best friend and Jackson was now literally the obedient puppy following the strawberry blonde. And Isaac would be with Scott. That was most likely also the reason why Isaac had been there last night, because Stiles had dodged Scott and the boy had most likely worked his puppy eyes to persuade Isaac into checking on Stiles.
"No, I'm fine, dad", called Stiles back and sat up to get dressed.
Much to his surprise, those words true were. He felt better, both physically and mentally. Frowning a little confused at that, he picked a Deadpool shirt, a Bordeaux plaid shirt and his favorite red hoodie, together with black jeans to get dressed. He took his time in the bath, so long until he could hear his father leaving for work. It wasn't just his friends he was avoiding, to some extends it was... everyone. Being with his father was torture because he felt as if every word leaving his lips was a lie and was slowly destroying his relationship with his only parent. Skipping more steps than he was actually taking, he ran past the kitchen. He could probably count what he had eaten in the past week on one hand. Somehow, fighting his psychopathic principle had left him with little to no hunger. Huffing slightly, he got inside his Jeep and headed off toward school.
/break\
Okay, so. School had never been more awkward before. He stalled in his Jeep as long as possible, until he nearly came too late for chemistry. But that was fine, he had been able to avoid awkward conversations at the lockers. Skittering into the classroom left him stumbling in surprise. Allison was sitting all the way on the left in the front, while Scott sat on the farthest right. Jackson and Lydia were next to each other, just how he had pictured them to be. Now that their epic love had broken the kanima curse and reunited them again. Though what did come as a surprise were the people opposite them. Opposite Jackson sat Isaac – who Stiles would have thought would be sitting next to Scott – and opposite Lydia sat Danny – even though Stiles would have expected Allison to sit there. Great, now where was Stiles supposed to go? Close to Allison was a no-go, Scott wasn't his first choice at the moment either and the way it looked, Jackson had chosen Derek if his association with Isaac was any indication for that. So the back-row was out of question too. Which also took away his chance at maybe being close to Lydia (on a purely friendly level, really, because seriously, even he wasn't dense enough to think he had any chance to compare with a curse-breaking love like theirs). Just awesome.
"Stilinski, move your ass over here."
Okay, that one was unexpected. Blinking a couple of times, he stared at the gruff looking blonde. That was the wrong co-captain of the lacrosse team he would have expected to beckon him over. And looking at Jackson, nothing in the jock's facial expression gave away that he even really wanted Stiles there. Though then he received three kicks against his legs and grunted annoyed, his expression changing to one that was slightly less douchebag and a little more welcoming. It was Lydia in the end, giving Stiles a blinding smile and waving at him.
"Come here, Stiles."
Stiles was still busy staring at them suspiciously. He was just about to open his mouth and point out that there wasn't any room for him anyway, but Danny beat him to the punch and pulled a chair away from another table and onto the side between himself and Lydia. Stiles frowned some more. He knew for a fact that he annoyed the hell out of Danny.
"Stiles", stated Isaac, really more a whine though.
Something tugged on his inside and he couldn't fight the urge to walk over to them slowly to take the offered seat. He didn't miss the betrayed expression on Scott's face, but he did a pretty good job ignoring it. The same he did with the nuzzling motion Isaac made toward him while passing. And with how even Danny tried to nuzzle him. Stiles was pretty sure that he had never felt more awkward in his whole life than sitting there, between Danny and Lydia, together with Isaac and Jackson freaking Whittemore. And all four of them were staring at him with different levels of content, glee and joy. Of course something had to ruin the calm moment, interrupting his train of thoughts. For once, that something was not Mister Harris giving him detention (even though he did look like he really wanted to do that), it was the golden flash of Danny's eyes. It would have been nice to say that he didn't yelp like a little girl and flail around, but... he did. Totally.
"Jesus, Danny!", exclaimed Stiles wide-eyed before glaring at Isaac and Jackson accusingly.
"It wasn't us", huffed Jackson and rolled his eyes irritated.
"You need to come with us to the train depot", yelped Isaac, sounding oddly happy.
"I've had plans to annoy the sourwolf anyway!", groaned Stiles, waving his arms around aimlessly, glaring from one to the other. "B—But now I have a more than valid reason to do so! Danny!"
"Stop saying my name like that", snorted Danny amused, showing a little canine.
Suddenly, Stiles was glad that he hadn't taken his Adderall in the past three days. Letting his mind wander for the rest of the school day sounded like a perfect way to escape any sudden conversations and awkward situations. Or, well, it was making them even more awkward, but his mind only stayed focused on it for about half a second before wondering about the paint on the walls. It was also very helpful when it came to ignoring the odd looks he was receiving from everyone. And he meant literally everyone. Most had witnessed how he had disappeared during the game, then he had been missing and now he was covered in bruises. The worst however were Jackson, Lydia, Isaac and Danny. It was as if the three werewolves and the girl were his personal bodyguard squad, they weren't leaving his side even for a single minute the whole day. At least one of them stayed in constant proximity. The longer the day lasted, the more he got the impression that they were trying to keep him away from Scott. Not that he spend much time dwelling on that thought, because hey – was that a butterfly? His mind was racing with thoughts.
"We'll see you three at the warehouse", waved Lydia at the end of the day as she climbed into Jackson's Porsche. "Bye, bye."
Stiles waved absentmindedly at them, still wondering when he had drifted off into Strangeland. Climbing into his beloved Jeep, he noticed the two other werewolves getting into the back. He didn't even question it, actually. The two probably needed a lift to the warehouse and just got dumped by the Jackson&Lydia Show. Because really, his life sucked like that.
The drive over to the train depot was awkwardly silent. Mostly so because Stiles really had a hard time concentrating on driving at the moment. His brain started to hurt from how hard he was trying, actually. And still it got sidetracked enough to notice how Isaac was nuzzling Danny's neck and the older boy was fondling the blonde's neck.
"You two... seem awfully cozy", commented Stiles once they arrived at their destination, glad his brain could run wild again. "I mean, I'm not questioning or judging. And I'm also not getting into this whole Danny-is-a-werewolf-thing because that is a box opened in the presence of your wonderfully sour big, bad Alpha, yes? But yeah, you two?"
"Mates." Isaac's voice was practically a purr.
"Aha", nodded Stiles and shoved his hands deep into his pockets.
"Really?", snorted Jackson arrogantly as the couple joined them on their way inside. "Just that. No freak out a la Stiles 'Oh my gosh, that's a thing? Like seriously?'."
The human boy would have been offended by Jackson's douchebag behavior if the captain's impression of Stiles wouldn't have been so incredibly funny. The flailing of limbs and the dumbstruck expression on his face were so out of place and had Stiles wonder just for a split second – did he look as adorably odd? The sheriff's son laughed loudly at it, earning him some strange looks from the four other teens, which made him shrug leisurely.
"What? After Scott got turned? I did the researches. Ever since there are even more wolves in Beacon Hills? I did even more researches. Believe me, I know more about werewolves than the four of you put together", snorted Stiles and shook his head. "Besides, if Allison wasn't Scott's mate, I would have cut his balls off for all the crap he put me through because of her. And Jackson and Lydia over there? Yeah, it needed something as strong as a mate-bond to break the kanima curse."
"You never cease to surprise me, Stiles", drawled a curious voice as they entered.
Stiles shuddered slightly and frowned over at Peter, who stood leisurely against an empty train. "And you never cease to creep me out, Peter. Where is the big, bad Alpha?"
"Stiles", growled a to him well-known voice.
Stiles grinned broadly. He knew this growling, it was the relieved kind and not the angry kind. It always amazed him that he could actually detect the different shades of growling and eyebrow-wiggling. That really said something about how much time he had spend with Derek since this whole mess got started. The Alpha walked over to lean against the wall opposite his uncle.
"Derek! Always a pleasure to enjoy your cheerful self", grinned Stiles with a short wave. "We have so much to discuss! Like, how is Danny a werewolf now? Why was your pup sleeping in my bed last night? And where are Boyd and Erica? Just to, you know, give you some examples. Feel free to answer whatever question you want to. Anytime now. Like, right now."
Derek gave him one of those 'Don't be an idiot, Stiles' frowns. "Jackson and Isaac had said that you hadn't been at school on Friday. When no one had heard anything from you until Sunday, I send Isaac to check on you and see if you've gotten yourself killed, Stiles."
"O... okay?", nodded Stiles, only slightly confused by that reply.
Not wanting to investigate that closer – because it sounded like Derek cared, like maybe he was still pack, but that was ridiculous and don't get your hopes up, Stiles, you're here for a reason! – he gestured vaguely toward Danny and gave Derek his best disapproving glare.
"Without Scott, Boyd and Erica, the pack is down to four wolves", growled Derek, his arms crossed in front of his chest. "And with the threat of the Alpha pack, we can use the strength of another wolf, for the fight and for the strength of the pack bond."
"Besides, really", snorted Danny and crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm not stupid. I noticed how seriously odd my two best friends were behaving – with their weird break-up, suddenly associating with people Jackson would have never looked at twice before, the whole filming-himself-thing that really kind of had me worried there, the changes of Boyd, Erica and Isaac in general. And then suddenly Jackson dies and comes back without as much as a scratch or anything."
"Danny had been very... persistent at school on Friday, so we took him to Derek on Saturday and explained everything to him", interrupted Lydia while getting comfortable on the couch. "He was eager to help and to not be left out. A feeling I can very much relate to. And then he took the bite."
"And then he took the bite? Really?", groaned Stiles exhausted and ran his hands over his head. "You and your stupid life choi—Wait, what did you mean without Scott, Boyd and Erica? Where are Boyd and Erica? Why weren't they at school? Why aren't they here?"
"Stiles...", started Derek and hey – what was that frown supposed to mean?
"They left the pack, don't you know that?", asked Isaac, cocking his head like a confused pup. "Before the big showdown with Gerard."
"Yeah, well, but they wanted to come back", huffed Stiles, now frowning himself.
"What do you mean?", growled Derek, his own frown deepening.
"When I saw them in the Argents' basement we talked, well when Gerard wasn't all that busy beating us up anyway, and I'm not sure if it was the electricity running through her body, but Erica was crying and sobbing and apologizing for leaving and begging that she'd come back-"
"Hold on, when were you in the Argents' basement? What are you talking about, Stiles?", asked Lydia, one eyebrow raised, her arms crossed over her chest.
"What? All this?", muttered Stiles, exhausted by this conversation, gesturing to his black eye and bruised face. "Let's say I didn't fall down the stairs, yeah?"
And hello again, wall! Stiles groaned as his back connected with the concrete once again, though not as hard as he was used to by now. There was very much angry Alpha all in his personal space, his eyes flickering a very deep red for a moment. Not that he got to see it for long, because then, suddenly, Derek had his nose buried in Stiles' neck, inhaling deep, rubbing it against Stiles' skin, the stubbles on the Alpha's face scratching him. This was not the least bit awkward or weird, no sir. Looking helplessly around, he hoped one of the Betas would interfere, but somehow they were all very preoccupied watching the floor. Damn traitors.
"Uh... Okay...? Personal space? Just a bit? Yes? No? Okay", stammered the teen nervously.
Because yeah, he had by now noticed that all those ripping-your-throat-out-with-my-teeth speeches were more barking than actual biting. But that didn't mean he was all that comfortable having a werewolf at his pulse point. Especially one as temperamental as Derek Sourwolf Hale. But all he got in return was a deep and dark growling.
"Gerard did this?", growled Derek angered.
"Well, yeah...", shrugged Stiles still confused. "Back to that whole personal space thing?"
"No", growled the Alpha back and okay, so no personal space for Stiles, he could live with that, maybe. "You're pack and I—we weren't there to protect you."
Okay, that piece of information had really come without any warning. Stiles was so stuck on the surprise declaration of him being pack that he nearly missed what Lydia was saying.
"Stop looking so surprised. He's scent marking you, Stiles. You haven't been around the... 'den' and the rest of the pack in a while and he just learned that you got injured by the enemy. Though den may be a bit of a stretch. This... place really needs a make-over", hummed the strawberry-blonde, curling her hair around one finger and looking around with a disapproving glare.
"I—I'm pack?", mumbled Stiles softly, stunned.
That must have been the wrong thing to say, because he received an exaggerated sigh from Lydia, three pitiful whines from Danny, Isaac and Jackson (though the latter looked more surprised and disturbed by it than Stiles probably) and a deep, dark growl from Derek. Note to self: Don't anger the Alpha wolf who is currently sniffing one of your most vital points.
"Why do you ask that question, Stiles?", drawled Peter curiously and amused.
Right, Uncle Creeper was still there too. Somehow that very touchy-feely Alpha had distracted him a bit. Stiles blinked a couple of times as Derek suddenly backed off again and hey – didn't that look even more threatening? The younger Hale stood there, with his arms crossed over his chest, glaring at Stiles as if he had personally offended Derek with that question, Jackson and Lydia on one side of him and Danny and Isaac on his other. It kind of looked like they were ganging up on him because he had done something incredibly stupid. Had he done something incredibly stupid? Not as far as he recalled, but then again, he also didn't recall being part of the Hale Pack.
"I just—I mean, come on. The only reason you tolerated me around was because you wanted Scott in your pack. But after that stunt he pulled with Gerard – he said it himself, once again, because seriously, how often does he plan on jumping onto the pack wagon just to jump off again?", huffed Stiles, trying to sort his thoughts. "I figured, at least for the next time, you most likely don't want to see either of us. Or, well, I wouldn't, if I were you."
"Is that why you were avoiding Scott today?", asked Danny with tilted head.
The rest of the Betas stared at the hacker curiously before turning their full attention on Stiles and that was really the last thing he wanted at this moment. Their eyes were practically piercing him.
"Well, let's just say that for all the shenanigans we pulled together, this was the first time he ever... excluded me", shrugged Stiles with downcast eyes, trying to hide in his hoodie. "It was... not okay. And I don't plan on forgiving him just like that..."
Not that he planned on never forgiving him, because really, it was Scott and they would always be brothers, but the teen wolf so deserved a little punishment for working all alone and excluding Stiles form his all destroying plans.
"He betrayed you just like he betrayed the rest of us", grunted Derek with gritted teeth. "He declared himself not part of my pack, but the two of you are separate individuals, as much as both of you manage to make everyone doubt that sometimes. He can't speak for you. You are pack. If you still want to be..." There was a flicker of something akin to frustration or hopelessness or shame, Stiles wasn't quite sure how to read it, in those hazel green eyes. "Even though it seems to be a trend these days to leave the pack... So it would be understandable for you to leave too and to join Scott, or keep out of this whole mess and live a normal teenage life."
Oh, so that's where these insecure feelings rooted. Stiles frowned slightly, his brain hurting with all the information it was dealing with at once. He was pack. Still belonged. If he wanted. And by the looks on the others' faces, he'd have to make a definite decision now.
But what about Scott? Their friendship had taken a little nick with Scott's stunt, but if that was going to be Stiles' answer, then he was highly doubting that his best friend would ever forgive him. Shaking his head, he tried to get Scott out of it. Sure, in the long run this decision was going to affect Scott too, but it was first of all Stiles' decision, Stiles' life. So the question wasn't what Scott would be thinking, but what Stiles was thinking, what Stiles wanted for himself and what also would be good for himself. And being part of the pack would – when it came to safety – certainly be the best for him.
He frowned thoughtful, his gaze wavering, leaving Derek to look at the lecherously smirking Peter, the indifferent looking Lydia and the three sets of puppy-eyes (even though Jackson was doing his darn best trying not to and Danny was looking thoroughly embarrassed about doing it at all, which was really starting to freak Stiles out actually). In Stiles' mind, there were also Boyd and Erica to be thought of. They were pack, they worked together, protected each other, had each other's backs. Pack meant family. And you don't just turn your back on your family just because something didn't sit right with you. You also can't really choose your family – just like that bunch of werewolf-misfits that got thrust upon him.
"Pack means family. And you don't bail out of your family when there's trouble", stated Stiles, his arms crossed over his chest to keep from flailing. "You said something about an Alpha pack threat? Because that sounds like trouble to me. So, what do we do?"
He drawled the 'o' long because of the sudden impact of a Golden Retriever puppy, best known as Isaac. The blonde rubbed his nose against Stiles' neck – scent marking, pack-stuff, right.
