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Stiles rolled around restlessly all night, constantly thinking about the dagger that Derek had given him. Reluctantly, after much debate, he reached for his phone at two in the morning.
I looked online and the inscription on the dagger means "Protect my Mate"
He quickly sent the text to Derek, his stomach full of nerves as he laid there in his bed completely awake, awaiting a response. When Stiles saw his alarm clock hit five he let out a frustrated sigh. He had spent three hours waiting for a response and now he knew there was no way he was going to get any sleep.
Pulling himself out of his bed he shuffled to the bathroom to start getting ready for school. Stripping himself of his pajamas, Stiles climbed into the shower, turning on the water and letting it cascade down his tired body. He stood there just letting the warm water calm his nerves. His mind drifted aimlessly as he tried to think of a reason why Derek would give him a dagger that was supposed to be for his mate. Stiles couldn't tell how long he had been in the shower but it didn't seem like long before he heard his dad banging on the door.
"Stiles how long are you going to be in there, it's been like an hour," his dad yelled. Groaning at the fact he had to leave the warmth of the shower, Stiles shut off the running water and climbed out of the tub. Using the palm of his hand to wipe off some of the steam from the mirror, Stiles stared at himself in the mirror.
"What the hell does that engraving mean," he asked himself, shaking his head, the mirror being littered with drops of water that came off his damp hair. Letting out a frustrated sigh he grabbed a towel and wrapped it loosely around his waist and exited the bathroom, heading toward his room.
"You look exhausted," his dad said as he passed by his father's open door. His father was lacing up his shoes as he sat at the end of his half made bed. His father never had company since his mother had passed. Stiles always wanted him to go out and date, but knew that if his father ever found a new girlfriend he would feel like the woman was replacing his mom.
"Didn't get much sleep last night," Stiles replied, rubbing his eyes and leaning against the doorframe, the cold draft causing goose bumps across his body. "Do you want to stay home today," Stiles was shocked, his dad never offered to let him skip school and he surely wasn't going to pass up that opportunity.
"Sure. I just really need some sleep. I will email Scott with my homework," Stiles said, smiling as he headed toward his room. "I will call you from the station in a few hours to make sure you don't sleep all day," Stiles heard his dad call after him. Rolling his eyes he entered his room.
Quickly throwing on some boxers and a t-shirt, Stiles climbed back into his bed. "So good," he groaned as he sunk into the warmth and comfort of his sheets.
"Talking to yourself," he heard from the closet. Stiles leapt up from his bed and started to yell for his dad before he realized it was Derek stepping out from the closet.
Derek stood there before him, his hair matted with sweat and only wearing a pair of sweats. "What the fuck Derek," Stiles whispered harshly, wanting to reach over a smack the alpha.
"I was just on my jog and I thought I would see what the hell that text was at two in the fucking morning," Derek replied, sitting down at Stiles' computer. "I thought you said us stupid humans were supposed to stay away from the hairy ones," Stiles joked sitting across from Derek at the edge of his bed.
"Just tell me what the hell you were talking about. Last I checked the dagger was engraved with 'protect my brother' that is why Laura gave it to me," Derek said, rolling his eyes at Stiles' stupid remark.
"Well look again genius. I searched the internet and the Latin written on the blade is not brother, it is mate," Stiles replied bitterly, knowing that he was right and that he wasn't stupid like Derek thought he was.
Glaring quickly at Stiles, Derek grabbed the box holding the dagger and opened it. A look of confusion hit Derek and he glanced up at Stiles. "It changed," the alpha said, his voice confused. "What do you - I mean how could it change," Stiles asked stuttering. "I don't know," Derek yelled, anger building up, wanting the kid to shut up so he could think.
"Well what does it mean? Should we get rid of it? Should I still use it," Stiles started spurting off any question that came into his head. "Shut up," Derek roared, standing up quickly, the chair falling over.
"Excuse me Mr. Anger-Issues, but this is my house and I will not be yelled at," Stiles yelled back, standing up, trying to match Derek. The alpha towered over him, his breath warm against Stiles' face. "You don't want to piss me off Stilinski," Derek warned, his eyes changing color, signaling his willingness to fight.
"I already seem to piss you off so why break tradition now," Stiles replied shoving Derek as hard as he could. The alpha let out a growl as Stiles watched him turn. Many people would be scared but Stiles was too stubborn to bow down to Derek.
Derek grabbed Stiles by the throat, his claws digging into the soft flesh. "Will you just obey," Derek growled, shoving Stiles up against the nearest wall. "Stiles I heard-"the door to Stiles' room swung open and there stood the sheriff stunned.
"Get away from my son," Stiles' father yelled, reaching for his gun but realizing it was still in the safe downstairs. Derek retracted his claws and in moments he was back to his normal body. "Your son needs to learn some manners," the alpha said harshly before exiting out the window.
"What was Derek Hale doing in your room and why was he attacking you," Stiles heard his dad ask as the older man came over and inspected the claw marks in his son's neck. "I pushed his buttons and pissed him off," Stiles murmured, grabbing a tissue from his desk and wiping up the few drops of blood that slipped from the wounds. "So pissing him off gives him the right to hurt you," the sheriff asked.
"Well that's usually how it goes," Stiles mumbled, pushing passed his dad and throwing himself on his bed. "He has hurt you before," Stiles bit the inside of his cheek as he heard the sadness in his father's voice. "Well I can't really go up against him. He is a freaking werewolf," Stiles replied, feeling worthless and ashamed. "I'm going to go to the station grab a few men and go arrest his ass," the sheriff said, heading toward the door.
"No," Stiles yelled, sitting up quickly. "Why not," his father asked, looking at his son as though he was crazy. "We need him. He helps us. I can handle him, don't worry," Stiles replied quickly. As much as he wished Derek would be locked up, he felt a pang of guilt knowing that if Derek was in jail the alpha pack would have no trouble killing his friends. "I already lost your mother Stiles. I cannot lose you," the older man said, his voice cracking as he tried to stop the tears from building up in his eyes.
"Dad you just need to trust me. Derek won't hurt me. There is something out there he is protecting me from, so the few bruises and scratches from him are better than what the alternative is," Stiles said, his eyes watering as he sees his dad look down at the ground. "If he hurts you again-"the sheriff started. "I know you will lock him up," Stiles smiled as he finished the rest of his father's sentence.
"Worse. I will kill him," the older man said with a laugh, trying to mask the fact that he is allowing his son to get beat up by an ex criminal. "Don't worry. I can handle myself," Stiles said. "Well I got to get to the station. I will see you tomorrow morning," the sheriff replied, leaving the teen alone in his room.
Grabbing his cell phone off his side table, he dialed Derek's number. "You fucking jerk," he yelled as Derek picked up. "What do you want," he heard the alpha growl. "You better watch out who you hit me in front of. I just had to talk my dad down from coming and arresting you. So next time you want to claw my neck apart, please have the decency to not do it in front of my father. As much as I want your crazy ass locked up, I know the others need you to survive," Stiles said, his words bitter and harsh.
"I'm sorry," Derek replied softly and Stiles was almost sure he heard him wrong. "You are what," the younger teen asked in disbelief. "Sorry," Derek growled. "I let the anger control me and I shouldn't have. Are you okay," Derek asked. "Yeah just a little scratch," Stiles replied, smirking at the fact that Derek was apologizing.
"Go to school for lunch since I know you are skipping your classes. Lydia is going to help figure out what is up with that dagger," Derek said quickly before Stiles heard him end the call. Glancing at the clock, it read eight. That meant he had a couple hours to sleep. Lying back down in his bed, he let out a sigh when his neck started to burn. "Fucking alpha," he groaned before finally allowing himself to drift off.
When he finally got to school he noticed that Lydia was absent from the cafeteria and that Allison was eating alone, while the werewolves all sat at the normal table. "Lydia is in the library waiting for us, I told her I would wait for you here," the girl said as she stood up, grabbing her lunch she motioned for Stiles to follow. "Did you bring the dagger," she whispered as they were passing a group of freshmen. "Yeah. Derek seemed really weirded out by it," Stile replied, as they rounded to corner to the library.
"Well wouldn't you be. I mean the dagger's engraving changes. Last thing I heard, that is impossible," Allison laughed, making her way over to Lydia who was typing vigorously at a computer. "Finally," the red head sighed, pulling Stiles into the seat next to her. "Let me see the dagger," Lydia said, reaching her perfectly manicured hand out. Slipping his hand into his coat, he placed the dagger in her palm.
"Ow," Lydia exclaimed, the dagger falling to the ground. "What the hell," Allison asked, looking at the bright red mark left on the other girl's hand. "It burnt me," Lydia whispered harshly, looking down at the dagger. Slowly bending down, Stiles touched it quickly and upon feeling no pain, picked it up. Lydia, seeing how Stiles held it with no pain, gingerly reached over and touched it, earning herself another moment of burning pain.
"Let me see," Allison offered, and as she touched the dagger, the same burning sensation hit her finger.
"What the hell," Lydia exclaimed.
"Why is it that you can touch it and we can't," Allison asked, as the three of them looked cautiously at it. "I have no idea," Stiles whispered, feeling a sense of power that nobody else could obtain. "Could Derek touch it," Lydia asked. "Well yeah," Stiles replied, remembering how Derek's hand ghosted over the blade when he saw that the word 'mate' was engraved on it.
Lydia turned back to the computer and began typing again. "I wonder if the others could touch it or if they would be burned too," Allison asked. "They would be burned," Lydia replied, and the other two looked at her confused.
"How do you know," Stiles asked, wondering how in the world Lydia knew everything.
"It burns everyone who it doesn't have a connection with. You and Derek are linked because he was the one who gave you the dagger and you were the receiver. That is why only you two can touch it and anybody else is harmed when they try," Lydia said, reading the text from the screen. "What kind of dagger is this," Stiles whispered curiously, tracing the blade with his finger.
Lydia went over to the printer that had just popped out a few pieces of paper and she sat back down and flipped throw the quickly. "Do you know what it is," Allison asked, trying to read over the other girl's shoulder.
"The dagger of truth. When someone gives it away it will engrave itself with what their relationship is. When Laura gave it to Derek it said 'Protect my Brother' but now that Derek gave it to you it has changed." Lydia said, scanning over the documents in her hand. "Why does it say 'Protect my Mate then," Stiles asked. "Because Stiles, you are Derek's mate," Lydia replied softly.
Allison and Stiles both gasped upon hearing the words leave Lydia's mouth. "Apparently the dagger never lies," Lydia said, glancing up at Stiles' shocked expression. "I can't-I can't-I cannot be Derek's mate," Stiles stuttered, shaking his head in disbelief, his stomach doing back flips and his breathing become irregular. "Whoa Stiles. You need to breathe," Allison said, grabbing Stiles hand and rubbing his back.
"You guys can't say a word. You have to swear not to tell him," Stiles begged, his eyes pleading with the girls. "We promise," Lydia said, touching his shoulder lightly. "How the fuck is this even possible. I am not gay and he certainly cannot be gay," Stiles gasped, still shaking his head.
"Stiles you don't have to lie to us, but by the dagger deciding you two are mates, that means there is some physical attraction toward each other," Lydia replied. "You cannot think that I want Derek Hale," Stiles scoffed, glaring at her. "Stiles I just-" Lydia started but Stiles didn't want to hear it. "Lydia I have been in love with you since the third grade. Let me just make this clear that if in my life I wanted to be with anyone it was you," Stiles said, the red headed girl going silent and dropping her head, staring intently at her hands.
"Stiles clearly you aren't meant to be with her. You are meant to be with Derek," Allison said quietly, pulling away from Stiles when he stands up abruptly. "Look at these," Stiles starts, cocking his head to the side to show the marks Derek left from his claws. "Do these look like Derek wants to be with me," Stiles whispered harshly, before shoving his way out of the library.
"Stiles wait up," Allison started after him but he was already out of the school and at his Jeep before she could catch up.
"Bad news," Stiles heard the familiar voice behind him. "Not the best time Derek," Stiles said, not wanting to turn and look at the man who was supposedly the only one for him.
"I just wanted to know what Lydia had to say," Derek asked, his voice soft and calm, Stiles was surprised. Turning, his breath hitched as he truly looked at Derek. His eyes staring at him intently weren't filled with hate but with acceptance. His jaw, strong and littered with stubble, led down to his neck where Stiles watched the alpha's Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. "Stiles," Derek breathed, looking at the teen curiously, a smirk on his face.
Shaking his head, Stiles refused to admit to himself that he had any attraction toward the older teen. "Apparently the dagger just changes wording every once in a while," Stiles stuttered, not even believing what he was saying.
"So it just changes. For no reason whatsoever," Derek asked, his head cocked to the side, not believing Stiles either, picking up on Stiles' twitch of his eyebrow that happens when he lies. "Yup. Well I gotta go," Stiles laughed awkwardly, pulling himself into his jeep. "See you in a couple nights for some epic werewolf battles," Stiles said as he rolled down the window.
"I just hope then my mate won't be lying to me," Derek growled, turning and leaving a stunned Stiles to sit alone in his jeep. "You know," Stiles called after Derek, and all he got in return was a quick glance back before Derek disappeared into the woods.
"Holy shit," Stiles mumbled. Grabbing his phone he dialed Allison's number.
"Stiles hey are you alright," she asked when she picked up. "Derek knows," Stiles breathed heavily. "I swear Lydia and I didn't breathe a word to anyone," she replied quickly. "I know. I think he looked it up and just wanted Lydia to clarify," Stiles said, leaning his head against the headrest and trying to gain some sense of composure.
"What are you going to do," Allison asked. "Like he told us at the meeting, I am going to stay away from him until it's time to fight the alphas," Stiles said.
"Are you two going to get together," she asked, Stiles not really wanting to talk about it. "I don't know. But right now I am going to go home and try not to die from a panic attack," Stiles replied, turning the key in the ignition. "Want me to come over with Lydia after school," Allison suggested, wanting to be there for him. "No it's fine. I just need to deal with this. I will see you at school tomorrow," he replied before hanging up.
Pulling away from the school parking lot, Stiles drove back toward his house but as he got to the intersection that led towards Derek's house he turned. "What the fuck am I doing," he asked himself as he pulled down the dusty street leading toward the Hale residence.
"You lost," Derek asked as he stepped out of the rundown house and found Stiles pacing on his front porch. "I guess I am. Wanna let a lost boy in for a cup of coffee," Stiles asked in reply, stopping in his tracks and looking at Derek. With a small chuckle, Derek moved out of the way and motioned for Stiles to come in. Taking a deep breath, the younger teen entered the house, shutting the door behind him.
Damn Stiles can't stay away :) So I really wanted to write this chapter, and I didn't want to wait to post it because I wanted to see how you all react to it. Please Review! 3