/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ Chapter Two—Numba One /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
Stiles walks upstairs blushing from head to toe when he enters the kitchen and all eyes are on him. Cora, Laura, and Erica all lean into each other, grinning and what Stiles would call cackling. Melissa gives the girls a look as Stiles sits down at the breakfast table and they stop. Scott and Isaac eye him funny and Stiles quirks a brow at both of them scratching the back of his neck.
When Derek comes into the kitchen the weirdness continues. Derek is his normal surly self, dark eyebrows of gloom casting a shadow over his sexy eyes. Stiles refuses to look up and meet his eyes, the eyes that were just boring into his soul before those sinful lips pressed against his. The table busts out into a nervous laughter as Derek raises and eyebrow looking at Stiles.
"So Derek are you actually hungry or did you already get your fill?" Erica asks as she smirks wickedly at Derek. Derek rolls his eyes and takes a seat.
"Erica what I do is none of your concern. So keep your nose out of my business." He says softly and almost like is pained him to use so many words. The comment just causes Erica to smile and turn her attention to Stiles.
"So Stiles….How's your morning going?" She winks at him and Stiles blushes more and shoves some pancake into his mouth.
"Erica…eat your breakfast and leave the boys to eat in peace." John states calmly from behind his newspaper, in uniform, sipping his coffee. Stiles smiles at his dad and sticks his tongue out at Erica. "Stiles, eat." The sheriff says without missing a beat.
Stiles pouts and Derek's eyes trace the plumped out bottom lip. "Control yourself brother, some of us are still trying to eat." Derek levels a look at Laura as she snickers. Stiles quirks a confused brow as he sucks some syrup off his fingers causing Derek to very abruptly leave the table.
All the kids except Stiles bust out into a fit of giggles, Stiles can even see Melissa trying to keep her features straights. Derek walks out into the foyer and starts putting his shoes on to go for the five mile run he goes for every day. Stiles had no idea how he could run for so long. Derek moves and opens the door and…
BOOM!
The noise rings threw the house and everyone is running to the foyer to find Derek on his knees in the middle of the floor. The bullet from the guy lodged in the wall behind him. The blood forming around the entrance and exit wound as his shoulders start to slump. Stiles stares on wide eyed, sliding down the all behind him.
Derek's sisters and Erica on the other hand started to release an inhuman growl. Stiles watches as hair begins to sprout on their faces and their hands begin to form claws. He scrambles to the steps as they roar shaking the pictures off the walls. Isaac is down beside Derek, black lines moving up his arms causing him to wince. The girls take off out the door chasing the shooter. John runs after them getting his gun out of them.
Scott drops down neck to Stiles and tries to calm him but Stiles can't take his eyes off Derek. Melissa has his shirt off to check the wounds. They aren't as back as Stiles thought they would be due to the amount of blood of his shirt. Melissa turns and looks at Scott.
"Call Deaton." He orders and Scott is up within seconds running to the phone. Stiles slowly begins to slide back down the steps watching the wound on Derek's back close completely up. He freezes when Melissa moves in front of him, after Scott calling her to come talk to Deaton.
Stiles moves closer and Isaac eyes him, his eyes flashing slightly golden then back to normal when he realized the approaching body was only Stiles. He shifts to the side finally taking his hands off Derek when Derek shrugs him off. Stiles hear Derek sniffing the air.
"S…ssStiles." Derek reaches out to his side and grabs Stiles' arm before he can pull away. Stiles yelps as Derek pulls him in closer turning slowly into him and burying his nose in Stiles neck. Stiles slowly wraps his arms around Derek, looking at Isaac for help.
The same Isaac he sees high tailing it into the kitchen with Melissa and Scott. Stiles glares at him before turning his head to look at Derek. Derek is looking up at him. Stiles quirks a brow and pushes him back running his fingers over where the entrance wound should be and only feeling Derek's firm and smooth chest. Derek's chest rumbles as Stiles looks up locking eyes with him.
Derek moves forward again placing his nose along Stiles neck as Stiles finally manages to choke out. "You were shot." Derek nods in agreement with the comment. "But…how…how are you alive? Derek…look at me. And don't lie to me."
Stiles moves Derek's head off of his neck and forces his far enough away so Derek can see his serious face. Derek cast his eyes down before slowly shifting in front of him. "I…I'm…I'm a werewolf." He says quietly, figuring no point in hiding it anymore. Stiles narrows his eyes as Derek looks up letting his eyes glow.
"Huh…ok…next question," Stiles looks Derek over slowly running his hands over Derek's shifted face handling this better than they thought he would. He knows if given the chance he would freak out on it later, but right now millions of questions are running threw his head.
Derek looks up at him waiting for the question. "Stiles." He says furrowing what would have been his glorious eyebrows.
"Ok one…where are your eyebrows? Two…why do Isaac's eyes glow gold and yours glow red?"
Derek's eyes go wider and he quickly moves up to his feet and runs over to the mirror. He is looking in it flashing his eyes when John and his sisters, Erica is a sister more than a cousin so he groups her in with them. Isaac and Scott come out from the kitchen and look around. John tosses the gunman down on the floor.
Isaac and Scott instantly scent him as an omega werewolf. John claws his throat. "He was looking for an Alpha power to use for himself." When John turns and looks at Derek his eyes are green, "He knew the Hale's hadn't established a new Alpha and was coming to claim the power."
The omega looks around the room and quickly jobs up with claws at Stiles' throat. Stiles screams as he feels the claws on his throat. John holds up his gun as Stiles sees, Erica, Laura, Cora, Isaac, and Scott shift. Melissa grabs Derek's baseball bat that Stiles has claimed as his own from the umbrella holder and holds it up.
Everyone stops when they hear a low rumbling as Derek turns around with his head slightly down. He looks up at the Omega and roars, fang sharp and white, eyes red and bright. Stiles felt himself drop as the omega throws Stiles at Derek and takes off out the door only to be shot by John in the shoulder. No one messes with his son.
Derek takes and cradles Stiles in his arms. Stiles dutifully passes out. Derek's family looks at him with wide grins, but he is too focused on Stiles to pay any attention to them. He takes Stiles downstairs to his bed and lays him down. Derek pulls off Stiles' shoes and jeans before removing his own and protectively curling himself around Stiles.
Meanwhile upstairs Deaton had arrived and steps over the fallen omega and tosses a circle of Mountain Ash behind him as he walks into the house. He looks at Melissa. "Call Eichen House for me please. They will come and pick him up."
Melissa nods and moves back into the kitchen to make the call. John welcomes Deaton as the rest of the kids calm down. John sits with Deaton at the dining room table. "Derek is the Alpha."
"Really Derek? I had my money on Laura. She is the most level headed. But if they went to Derek so be it. We will need to start training him on proper Alpha etiquette ." Deaton says looking over at John.
"I am going to need your help explaining this to Stiles. We can't hide it from him any longer. Especially not since I think Derek's wolf has claimed him."
Deaton looks up surprised. "A wolf claiming a …hmm that has never happened before, but I guess there is a first time for everything. Leas you know your son will be protected."
"I know that Derek will always protect him but what if Stiles rejects Derek?" John puts his hands together looking over at Deaton.
Laura walks into the kitchen and frowns when she hears John's question. "I don't think Stiles will he has a crush on Derek. It could lead to more I mean he has stopped harassing us about Lydia and has been trying to subtly get more info on Derek from us."
John nods at Laura as she smiles leaving with a cup of water. John rests his hands up against his mouth and sighs, Melissa comes over and rubs on his shoulders before she looks at Deaton. "Do you think it is time we tell Stiles what he is?"
Deaton looks over at them and nods. "I do we wait any longer and it could hurt his future, not only his but the rest of the packs including Derek."
While the parents talked Stiles began to stir, slowly opening his eyes looking up at Derek who was stroking his fingers threw Stiles' hair. Derek stops and looks down at him, eyes flashing red. "Hey."
"So I wasn't imagining it." He reaches up and his long fingers trace under Derek's eyes.
"No you weren't." Derek leans slightly into Stiles' touch but not too much. Stiles smirks at Derek fighting leaning in.
"I thought I woke up today in a dream and that nothing that happened today. So everything that happened today actually happened.
"Yes it did…" Derek smirks finally catching onto Stiles. He turns his head and kisses Stiles' palm before leaning down pressing his lips to Stiles'. Stiles smiles softly melting back into the mattress pulling Derek over him like he was earlier. Derek groans and finally able to get his tongue into Stiles' mouth.
Derek was almost purring at the taste of Stiles' mouth. Stiles smirks as Derek almost whimpers at the loss of his taste. Stiles' strokes the side of his face. "So if you all are werewolves…what am I? I mean I can't be the only non-supernatural one in the group. I don't think my dad would have brought you all around me if I was. Cause I mean I have to be something…what am I?"
He looks up at Derek with eager eyes and Derek leans down. "That's for your dad to tell you. All I can say right now is." He presses his lips to Stiles' again and then quickly moves back down to Stiles' neck purring at the increased scent of want and need for himself in Stiles' scent. "Is that you're mine." Stiles' grins at that and pulls Derek down on top of him and kisses him again.