It's All Scott's Fault!
Part 2
Co-authored by Marcielle's Musings (Me) and Dry Rainbow
A/N: This isn't the complete version of part 2, only a snippet but we figured that you guys would like to read it as soon as possible so the rest of the chapter will be updated soon so check back often for any updates.
DR: Today must have been 'irony' day, because it sure as hell felt like it to Stiles. First, he manages to finally have a girl interested enough in him to touch him, only for said girl to be a homicidal Alpha Werewolf that only wanted to touch him with her claws extended and her fangs bared, ready to rip his throat out. He had always fantasised of pinning a girl up against a wall and being rough with her, but never in his wildest dreams did he think he'd get to do it with his Jeep and with so much blood involved. Then, as if fate hadn't already used Stiles' life as a perfect picture to go right next to the definition of 'Irony' in the dictionary, Stiles ended up gazing into Derek's eyes as Derek Jr lay just inches away from his face. Stiles had always dreamed of the day when he would finally get to see someone naked and have his head near their intimate areas… just not with a dude, who just so happened to be a werewolf, who also hated his guts, and who only did it because he had rescued Stiles from the Jeep that killed someone just moments prior. Now that same guy was carrying him bridal style. Stiles felt like a beat up bride to be.
Stiles would have laughed at the situation if he hadn't been too busy trying not to cry out at the pain Derek was causing him. He understood that they were in a hurry and needed to hide fast, but Stiles was sore and all this jostling around was causing his vision to blur and blackout at points. Fighting through the pain, Stiles looked up at Derek and asked, "Where are we going?"
Scott answered before Derek could. "What about Deaton's?"
"No," Derek replied. "I don't trust him."
"But-"
"I said no,"
Scott stopped running, causing Isaac to stop as well since Scott was helping him walk and Derek to halt abruptly to avoid running into them.
"Then where the fuck are we going?" Scott yelled and then threw his hands up in frustration. "What about my mom? What about Alison? I'm not leaving without them."
Stiles gasped as Derek suddenly gripped his shoulders tightly in anger. "Hey, don't take it out on me!" Stiles yelped, and Derek appeared to understand what Stiles was talking about because he quickly loosened his grip with an apologetic look. Stiles huffed and closed his eyes, trying to concentrate. It was obvious that this was a terrible situation and everyone was scared. Stiles was afraid as well, but he knew that fear could lead to irrational plans, and none of them needed anymore of that. Derek may be the Alpha but he was still a new one and obviously had no idea what he was doing. Isaac was just following orders, and Scott was doing the opposite. Stiles could feel how angry Derek was at Scott. So before they could kill each other, Stiles cut through the tension and said "I need to call my dad."
Nobody moved. Stiles sighed in frustration. "Now. Like, right now. As in, one of you give me your phone, preferably before we all get mauled by another Alpha." Stiles could tell that Derek didn't like that idea, if his increased grip was anything to go by.
MM: They were running from the Alpha pack when Stiles asked where they were going. To him it didn't matter where they were running, just that they kept going. They were far too close to the Alpha pack to stop. It wasn't safe to stop. Derek was about to say just that when Scott suggested Dr. Deaton's place.
"No," Derek growled at Scott.
Didn't he know that Deaton wasn't trustworthy?! Would Scott really expect him to trust the lives of his pack to a man that he himself doesn't trust?! The man knew far too much about the supernatural for not being one himself. The man could be a hunter for all he knows. Derek didn't personally think the man was a hunter but it didn't hurt to be cautious.
"I don't trust him"
"But – " protested Scott.
"I said no" growled Derek, trying to get Scott to listen. Scott really needed to learn that he was the Alpha. And as Alpha he would only ever try and do what was best for the pack so if he said it wasn't safe then it wasn't friggen' safe.
Then Scott began shouting. Asking where they were going and saying he wouldn't leave without his mom and his girlfriend. Derek could understand Scott wanting to get his mom. She was pack to him but Allison would probably be safer away from the pack. Her family could protect her from the Alpha pack. They were probably better equipped to face the Alpha pack than Derek was. Scott was an idiot. They needed to keep running. He could call his mom once they were somewhere safe or at least further away.
Suddenly a gasp interrupted Derek's frustrated thoughts. Looking down at the boy in his arms Derek wondered why the boy had made the pained noise.
"Hey don't take it out on me!" yelped Stiles.
Derek's eyes widened when he realised that he was the reason for Stiles' gasp of pain. He had accidentally bruised Stiles' shoulders by squeezing too tightly. Loosening his grip, Derek was just about to apologise for hurting him when Stiles began to speak again:
"I need to call my dad."
Derek stilled and looked down at his charge. Didn't he at least understand that they weren't safe yet? That they had to keep moving or the Alpha pack would catch them and probably kill them? For some reason he had thought Stiles would understand that stopping when an Alpha pack was probably hunting them down that very second would be a monumentally bad idea - obviously not.
"Now. Like, right now," Stiles said in a frustrated tone, "As in, one of you give me your phone, preferably before we all get mauled by another Alpha."
Derek's grip tightened automatically on Stiles with a low growl. He wouldn't let the Alphas hurt his pack but in order to do that they had to keep moving.
"Can you call him while we run?" asked Derek as he shifted Stiles so he could carry the younger man with one arm. Stiles silently nodded his head as the group yet again stared at him. Derek didn't have his phone anymore. It was probably wherever the remains of his clothes were so he reached his hand out to Isaac.
"Pass me your phone,"
Isaac nodded and slipped his phone out of his pocket and passed it to Derek. The screen was slightly cracked from where it had probably been hit against the concrete during the fight but it looked like it would still work.
Passing the phone to Stiles, Derek motioned to the other two teens, "Stiles will call his dad while we keep running. It's not safe to stop yet. We're too close to the Alpha pack and I don't know about you two but I'm not ready for another fight with an Alpha let alone a pack of them."
Then looking directly at Scott Derek finished, "And then you can call your mother and tell her to go to the Sheriff's station with Stiles' dad or go somewhere else safe. Allison will be fine with her family. Now we have to go now."
Then they were running again. He could feel himself healing with each step. It was just a very slow process. He could also hear Stiles as he talked to his dad on the battered up phone. Hopefully they could get to safety soon.
MM: Stiles knew it wouldn't exactly be easy to make a phone call while Derek ran through the woods, but he didn't think it would be thishard. Between trying not to pass out from the pain of being jostled and struggling to hold the phone steady, it was a miracle he could even understand his dad when he finally picked up the phone.
"Dad!" Stiles practically yelled into the phone. He couldn't help it. His sense of hearing was a bit off due to the rushing wind in his ears. Add to that the fact that he was worried that he had pretty much just put his dad's life in danger and you get a pretty frantic Stiles.
He must have sounded as bad as he felt because his dad sounded worried. "Stiles? What's wrong?"
"Oh thank god. I was so worried. Are you ok? Are you at the Station?" replied Stiles, still yelling over the wind.
Stiles could see Derek look down at him out of the corner of his eye in concern. Stiles silently patted Derek's chest as the older man continued to run. He was fine. He was just worried about his dad.
"Yes, I'm fine and I'm at the Station... Stiles are you alright? Are you hurt? What's wrong? Why do you sound like you're on the verge of a panic attack?" was his dad's muffled reply.
"I'm... well... um," Stiles was at a loss. What could he say to his dad that would be believable? It wasn't like he could tell his dad that a few minutes ago he had killed an Alpha werewolf of an Alpha pack that was now probably hunting him and his friends down and would probably be trying to kill anyone associated with what happened. His actions had probably put his dad, Scott's mom, and possibly Jackson and Lydia in danger. Derek and Isaac would definitely be in danger for helping him. God, he hoped he hadn't just signed the death warrants of his friends and family.
"Stiles? Whatever it is, you can tell me... I'll always listen. Are you in some sort of trouble son?" asked his dad when no reply was forthcoming.
Stiles let out a small sob. He couldn't do this. He couldn't tell his dad what really happened but he had to think of a way to get his dad to safety so he didn't get killed.
"Stiles? Stiles?!" Stiles' dad yelled over the phone when he heard Stiles' sob. Stiles could hear movement on the other side of the phone, "Ok I'm coming to get you. Stay where you are. I'll turn on the G.P.S. tracking on your phone. Just stay put!"
"No! Dad don't!" yelled Stiles. He didn't need his dad coming to where the Alpha's were probably coming to kill him. Stiles let out another sob – this was all his fault. If he had ignored Scott's request to go scope out where he thought the Alpha pack was he wouldn't have gotten caught by the female Alpha. Then he wouldn't have needed Derek and Isaac to save him. Everyone would be safe.
Stiles felt Derek hold him closer to his chest as Derek continued to run. He didn't say anything but Stiles got the message; Derek was trying to comfort him. He sort of sucked at it but hey, it's the thought that counts isn't it?
"Stiles," he could hear his dad growl on the other end of the line, "I'm coming to get you. Where are you?"
Stiles still didn't know what to tell his dad so he looked up at Derek, hoping the Alpha would have some idea. Derek saw the look, sighed and motioned for Stiles to hold the phone up to his ear – all while still running with Stiles cradled in his arms and Scott and Isaac running behind them. Stiles did as directed, slightly wary of what Derek would end up saying to his dad but hopeful that it would be better than anything he could come up with at the moment. I mean come onhe probably had a concussion he wasn't up to his normal peak performance yet.
"Sheriff Stilinski? This is Derek Hale."
Stiles couldn't hear the reply but from the way that Derek subtly winced he knew it couldn't be anything good. His dad was probably even more worried now that he thought about it. Derek didn't exactly have the best reputation in town.
"Stiles is fine, just a little beaten up." Derek continued to say and then suddenly stopped, obviously listening to his dad rant by the look on Derek's face.
"No," growled Derek, the frustration practically oozing out in his tone, "I wasn't the one to hurt him. You can ask him yourself. He and Scott were attacked by some members of a gang down in the warehouse district. His Jeep is trashed but I got him out of there. Unfortunately, they are now coming after us."
There was another break in the conversation as Derek listened to what his dad was saying.
"I'll get them both somewhere safe. He just wanted to check up on you. They threatened to hurt you and Scott's mom so they were worried. Could you possibly call Scott's mother and pick her up from the hospital and meet us at –" was all Derek could get out before he was interrupted by Stiles.
"Dr. Deaton's clinic, dad! We'll meet you there!" yelled Stiles as he snatched the phone away from Derek.
Derek growled at Stiles when the phone was stolen but he still didn't drop Stiles. It was obvious that Derek was mad at Stiles for saying Dr. Deaton's clinic since he clearly didn't trust the man but it was the most logical place to hide since the place was practically builtof mountain ash. Stiles figured that there would also be more poudered mountain ash at the clinic which Stiles could seal in a barrier once they got there to keep the Alpha pack out.
"Stiles? Are you sure you're ok? Derek hasn't hurt you? You really were attacked by a gang?" his Dad asked over the phone.
"Yeah, dad. Everything Derek told you is the truth so can you please grab Scott's mom and meet us at the clinic?" begged Stiles over the phone.
Stiles could practically hear the sigh in his dad's voice, "Sure Stiles, I'll pick her up and meet you there. Be safe, son and I expect a better explanation when we get there because I'm not sure I believe this gang nonsense."
"Got it. Bye dad, please be safe..." trailed off Stiles before he hung up.
Stiles could practically feel the anger rolling off of Derek as they continued to run.
"Why did you say we would go to Deaton's?" growled Derek down at Stiles.
"Because it is the most logical place to go!" yelled Stiles as he looked up to meet Derek's glare, "I don't know what you have against the man since all he's done is help us but he won't even be there at this time of night so not trusting him isn't even a legitimate reason right now! The clinic is also practically madeof mountain ash! It is the safest place we could possibly go to keep out a pack of Alphas."
"Also trap us in," snarled Derek.
"I would rather be trapped in somewhere safe than somewhere not," mumbled Stiles but he is sure Derek heard him anyway.
Derek let out a world-weary sigh, "Fine," before he changed directions mid-stride and began running in the direction that Stiles assumed was Dr. Deaton's clinic.
DR: Scott didn't like staying with the pack. He wasn't a member of Derek's pack and he personally wanted to go find his mother and escort her somewhere safe rather than stay with Derek. He wanted to voice his anger on the matter, but refrained from doing so because deep down he knew this was all his fault. If only he had listened to Derek in the first place when he had warned Scott against searching for the Alpha pack. If only he hadn't been thinking with his dick when he had insisted that Stiles could handle it on his own. At this point, the least Scott could do was listen to Derek this time, seeing as he had been right andhe and Isaac had saved Stiles from certain death. For now he would just have to have faith that Derek knew what he was talking about and that his mother would be alright in the end.
As they ran towards Dr. Deatons, he couldn't help but notice how protective Derek was being towards Stiles. Okay, so Scott knew deep down Derek wasn't as bad as everyone made him out to be, but Derek didn't actually like anyone, especially not Stiles. Saving Stiles' life was one thing, but cradling him in his lap? Insisting on being the one who carried Stiles as they ran? And then, there was the whole... scent thing. Scott could have just identified the scent wrong, seeing as he was still new to this whole werewolf bullshit, but he could have sworn he smelled, ummm, desire. It smelled almost exactly like Allison smelled whenever their makeout sessions got hot and heavy. He wanted to talk to Isaac privately and ask if he had smelled it too, just to make sure he wasn't going crazy, but it looked like they weren't going to be separating from the group anytime soon.
Scott wasn't against people being gay, far from it. He couldn't care less who people found attractive. However, Derek liking Stiles made Scott uneasy. Just because he knew Derek wasn't a terrible person deep down didn't mean Scott trusted him.
Scott didn't have time to dwell on it anymore before Dr. Deaton's office quickly came into view.
MM: Dr. Deaton's clinic looked exactly the same as it did the last time Isaac was here except for the fact that this timeeveryone but Scott was at least partially injured. Isaac had healed while on the run over but there was still a long series of claw marks along his face and he could practically hear the pained wince Stiles made every time he was jostled in Derek's arms.
Once they had reached the clinic Derek, Stiles, Isaac and Scott had made their way around to the back of the clinic where Scott let go of Isaac to reach up and grab the spare key from its hiding place behind a loose brick near the service door. Unlocking and lifting up the roller door, the pack slipped inside.
"See, I told you it would be fine," Stiles said to Derek.
Isaac watched as Derek just scowled down at the boy in his arms before carrying him into the main clinic leaving Isaac and Scott to follow behind.
"Wait," said Isaac, grabbing Scott's elbow, "Shouldn't we close the door? I know it won't stop the Alpha Pack but Stiles can put down another line of mountain ash like he did at the rave, right? That would stop them."
Scott nodded, "Yeah, you're right. I'll close this up. You should go into the main clinic with Derek and Stiles and get patched up. You still have a large scratch on your face."
"Yeah, ok. Watch out for the Sheriff and your mom. They should be here soon if the tone of Stiles' dad's voice is any indication," said Isaac as he turned to head into the main rooms of the clinic.
Walking down the dark hallway from the service room, Isaac could hear the animals rattling around in their cages. This happened every time that he came here. Animals seemed to be able to sense that he was a werewolf. It's funny how animals can but humans can't. The cats especially made a ruckus as he walked by the door to their room.
Turning into the operating room Isaac leaned against the doorway and watched as Derek pulled disinfectant and bandages out of a cupboard and began trying to convince Stiles that his wounds needed to be cleaned.
"I get that, Derek, but I can do it myself!" yelled Stiles frustrated from his seat on the operating table as he snatched the disinfectant out of Derek's hand.
Derek growled and snatched the disinfectant back and batted away Stiles' hand as he reached to grab the bottle again. It was like watching a game of keep-away.
"Stop, Stiles," Derek growled out again when Stiles tried to get at the bottle of disinfectant that Derek was holding out of the Stiles' reach, "You're covered in scratches and bruises and you have a concussion. You should be grateful you don't have more injuries. What were you thinking, walking around an area where you know the Alpha Pack has been hiding out? You could have been killed. If I hadn't already been in the area scoping it out, you would be."
"What was I thinking?!" Stiles yelled incredulously, "I was trying to help Scott!"
"Exactly," Derek snapped in Stiles' face, "and where was Scott during all of this, hmmm?"
Isaac watched as Stiles' posture deflated. He could tell that Stiles was only being difficult because he didn't want to be seen as weak and Derek wasn't helping matters by being his typical gruff and over-protective self.
Derek's expression softened and he reached for the bottle of disinfectant and wrapped Stiles' wrist in a loose grip, "Just let me-"
"Hey, guys everything is locked up!" yelled Scott as he ran up behind Isaac and caused both Derek and Stiles to look up at the doorway with startled expressions.
Isaac almost wanted to bash his head against the door frame at Scott's timing but his face was still covered in scratches from the Alpha which were still slowly mending so he settled for sighing in frustration, entering the operating room and plonking himself down on a plastic chair in the corner.
Scott was a lovable idiot with horrible timing. Derek was an idiot with next to no people skills. Stiles was smart book-wise but obtuse when it came to people and Isaac was obviously the only one with a brain here. God help him.
DR: Scott took a seat next to Isaac and tried not to think about about the huge mess he had created. He absently watched Derek fret over Stiles while Stiles tried to resist the older werewolf. He tried not to think about how Derek was doting on Stiles like Allison always had done for him whenever he had gotten hurt, but it was impossible not to ponder when it was happening right in front of him. Scott was never one to fidget, that was always Stiles, but right now he was tapping his foot and chewing on his thumb nail as he watched Derek patch up Stiles' arm with gentle care.
He hadn't realized how much he was fidgeting until Isaac nudged him with his shoulder and said "Nervous much?"
"Oh!" Scott said, stopping his shaking all at once. "Sorry. I'm not nervous, I'm just..."
Scott really wanted to ask Isaac's opinion, but he knew Derek would hear him, and he didn't feel like dealing with thatkind of anger. Scott stood slowly and nodded his head up once to Isaac, indicating him to stand and follow Scott out of the room. It's not like they needed an excuse, Derek was too busy mothering Stiles to care about anything else.
Once they were in the back and Scott was sure they were far enough away from Derek's super hearing, he turned to Isaac and said "Okay, uh, I don't really know how to ask this..."
Isaac raised an eye brow and crossed his arms with a smirk, "I'm waiting."
Scott looked up and gave a long sigh. "Okay, this may sound stupid but, um," He shifted his eyes around and came in closer, lowering his voice. "Did you...smell anything weird from Derek? Back at the warehouse?" Scott backed up and looked around frantically, expecting Derek to come clawing at his throat. When nothing happened, he looked back to Isaac, who was now chuckling.
MM:"You mean the eye-fucking thing he and Stiles have going on?" Isaac asked with a chuckle.
Scott was always super awkward when it came to other people's relationships. Isaac could still remember the day when Scott had asked him if he had ever had a thing with Erica – blushing and fumbling and tripping over his words. Seriously, if Allison hadn't taken pity on Scott and gone out with him Isaac would bet that Scott would still be a bachelor like Stiles. When Stiles was nervous or awkward he talked non stopand babbled until the person either told him to shut up or walked away in frustration. Whereas Scott would blush and stutter and trip over his words until either the person took pity on him (like Isaac thought Allison had) or just shake their head and leave.
And yep, here was the awkward stuttering and blushing.
"Wha- um wha- Stiles and Derek?"
"Yeah, not that they've caught on yet," muttered Isaac, "That or they're in denial. But both of them are attracted to the other so... yeah. Do you really think we should be talking about them when they are just in the other room? You do realise that Derek can probably hear us, right?" asked Isaac with a raised eyebrow.
Scott was an idiot - a lovable idiot but still...
