Disclaimer : Teen Wolf belongs to Jeff Davis

I feel like I'm jumping head first into a pool that probably doesn't have any water. But fingers crossed this story comes out right.

As I said before words from lyrics, movies etc... Will be use here but none belong to me okay?

Note : Malia and Stiles never had a relationship in this fic but they did the deed. Kira and her family left town and Allison is alive so Argents are still in town. Erica and Boyd are alive as well and Isaac stayed.

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Chapter 2

"I used to go out to parties

And stand around

'Cause I was too nervous

To really get down

And my body yearned to be free"

Now this was not the type of music he usually surrounded himself with but today was a very special day for Stiles. Yes a special day like invention-of-flying-cars special and so a theme song was obviously necessary.

"So I got up on the floor and found

Someone to choose me

No more standin' along the side walls"

Shaking his hips to the funky tune he completely lost himself to the song, ignoring the odd looks people kept passing at him. So what if he was dancing in the aisle of the supermarket while buying groceries? It was good exercise, innovative and well self explanatory, who needs the gym?

"Now I've got myself together, baby

And I'm having a ball"

"This should be good enough.." he whispered to himself looking at the calorie intake of the so "called" healthy snack box "..not so bad consid-"

Crash!

Losing his balance Stiles reached out for the trolley steadying himself onto the handel. Good mood ruined he lifted up his head prepared to dish out a piece of his mind. What idiot crashes into...Eyes landed on three persons he had thought and actually prayed to never have to see in his life-or the next-again, were standing right there in his line of vision. Groaning out loud he looked up skyward. I thought we had agreed to stop screwing me over?

"Hey Stiles" the blonde female purred.

"Oh would you look at that the big bad wolves" pushing his trolley to the side Stiles tried to move away from the group of teenagers. Only to be blocked by Isaac. Now his day was really going to shit. Huffing in annoyance he let go off the trolley and faced the young werewolves.

"What do you want Erica?"he asked lips set in a straight line.

"Well your co-operation would be nice for one" she said walking towards a clearly annoyed Stiles and deliberately tapping a wolfed out nail against the metal edge of the trolley.

"Really now?"he sarcastically drawled out "call me when you get it yeah?"and with that he roughly pushed his way forward moving along the aisle and towards the till.

Of course they would do something like this... He thought roughly placing some of the groceries atop of the conveyor belt.

"Stiles..."

"Take a hike Boyd" he said turning just enough to catch the apologetic look that painted the boy's features.

"...more bodies keep showing up" the wolf whispered head bowing down in shame, lifting up his head he starred right back at Stiles"...its starting to look like a massacre and none of us can seem to figure it out, you are the only o-"

"Let me stop you right there you got have 5 bucks on you? I'm kind of coming up short"

"Are you kidding me right now!" Erica sneered, while both Boyd and Isaac simply raised their brows.

"Okay so no 5 bucks then that's cool, who needs this much shaving cream anyways" chucking the bottle to one side for emphasis, quickly paying for the goods he collected his bags and headed straight for the exist.

Not giving up Isaac hurriedly followed after the older teen, he had come too far to give up now.

"Stiles!? Dammit STILES! Could you just wait for a second?"

"Could you fuck away for a second?"

"Just LISTEN TO ME!" Isaac shouted

"No you listen if I ever see any of you" nodding his head at the two behind Isaac" within a 5 meter radius from me, I'll have you thinking the Argents are freaken saints compared to me"

Leveling them with a cold look he turned around and walked away leaving three very stunned wolves behind him. He could've kept his cool and let them have their way, let them convince him that he had an obligation to the people of Beacon Hills but that would've been him bullshitting them because he had already been feed that too many times to care anymore. But he won't let that happen not again, they were doing just fine without him and they will continue to be so.

What is it they always say? For a every action there is a reaction... And who I'm I to defy the laws of physics ?

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"...what about a wendigo the injures to the bodies look more of a creature who eats flesh"

"No, no wendigos eat flesh not tear it apart"

"Yes but you have to consider the missing organs"

As the group of people swatted back and forth with possible theories, a loud creak resounded throughout the large place causing all heads to turn to the opening door. In came three figures each smelling heavily of defeat and exhaustion.

"Did you find him?"

All three nodded their heads but it was Isaac who spoke up "Yeah I guess we did"

Picking up on their uneasiness Derek abandoned his place on the couch and focused on his pack. "What happened?"

Licking his lips nervously Isaac responded with a slight wince"he didn't want to hear any of it, it was like talking to a complete stranger"

"I got that feeling too" Erica pitched in shaking her head while Boyd hung to the shadows keeping quiet.

"Are you sure this is Stiles we talking about?" Lydia asked as she descended the stairs book in hand and a skeptical look marring her features. Derek raised a brow at that wondering how she had gotten up there without him noticing dismissing it he then turned to Peter who was still buried deep in his research.

"I feel you starring at me I'm I truly that handsome Derek?"

"No but something tells me you know something we don't"

Silence settled in as everybody turned their attention towards Peter, who pointedly ignored them. Just when the silence became too much all five werewolves in the loft went stiff as the smell of overwhelming fear, urgency and blood attack their senses. Without a second thought all exited the loft, Lydia following right behind them knowing nothing good could come out of this.

"Somebody help! Derek! I need help..."a familiar voice screamed.

As they drew nearer the scent of blood became stronger coming to a halt at the sight of a bloodied Scott carrying a heavily bleeding Stiles. Both a gruesome sight to behold, blood dripped from their hair and flowed like water off their bodies bathing the earth below in red.

"Please help h-he's bleeding I can't ...it won't sto-op" choking on a sob he collapsed on his knees clutching the soaked fabric of their clothing tightly. Snapping out of his reverie Derek ran towards them heart pounding against his chest, stomach churning in the worst possible way. He felt sick all of a sudden as he kneeled down next to Scott trying to assess the damage.

"Somebody call Deaton" he said dread pooling in the pit of his belly as his eyes landed on the almost if not fatal wounds." Did you not hear me?" glaring at the group of frozen human statues "dammit I said CALL DEATON!"

"Maybe a hospital wou-" Isaac started only to be cut off midway through his sentence.

"They will both bleed out before they get the proper help" Derek finished and like an on switch everybody started moving.

Refocusing his attention back on Scott who was now cradled in his arms, he watched as the True Alpha tightly hold onto his best friend, tears pouring down his face like rainfall. Choking on sobs as mumbled about, Derek finally looked at Stiles and almost wished he hadn't, the teenager's chest was cut open and the flesh around it turning an angry purple.

"Stiles p-please wake up" choke "please please open your eye-es...Stiles"

The pain-physically and emotionally- was unbearable looking at the two friends he hoped that both survived because if this is what it felt like when one of the two was dying. He doesn't want to imagine what it would feel like if one actually did. A sudden shaking bought him out of his thoughts realizing it to be Scott, who was now convulsing as black goo dripped from his mouth. Shit! Spotting a shell shock Lydia he addressed her.

"Lydia? Lydia! I need you to tell-... Lydia snap out of it! I need you to get your hands on medical supplies, as much as you can get okay? Lydia! I really need you to focus" still shell shocked Lydia got up and headed to the loft, legs shaky with each step.

Never had he felt so useless in his life then he did right then and just when he thought things were getting better.

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Giggles filled the room as two young boys chased each other around the cluttered room, throwing pillows at one another. Suddenly harsh intake of breath echoed through the room followed by the sound of an inhaler being used.

"Scott? I'm sorry I didn't mean to run so much" a very young and toothless Stiles said lips quivering as tears settled in his eyes. Giggles left the hunched form of Scott "Hey its not funny!" Stiles whined punching his friend in the shoulder.

"No its not but you are" Scott said trying and failing to hold in his laughter"you such a worrywat"

"I'm not a worrywat and I'm not talking to you either because you a meanie" Stiles piped out pouting as he crossed his arms across his small chest.

"... Come on you can't stay mad at me forever" without warning Scott leaped like a jaguar and tickled Stiles.

"Stop it..haha I'm hahahaha Scott! Haha..."

Their tickling game lasted until both gave up due cramping stomachs and finally they threw themselves onto the bed. Remembering something Stiles dug into his pocket and pulled out a bracelet, quickly he placed it around his friend's wrist.

"Stiles what's this?" Scott questioned admiring the leather bracelet.

"A present since you all better now, I can finally give it to you"

A blush tinted Stiles cheeks as he nervously chewed on his lips, avoiding eye contact. A few seconds later he felt something around his neck and looked down to find a necklace nestled perfectly around his neck. Eyes widened in surprise head lifting up to look at Scott, who too had a blush tinting his cheeks.

" I wanted to surprise you but you gave me this and well...oomf " and like that both boys were embracing, pulling back Stiles grinned and placed a baby kiss on Scott's lips. Realizing what he'd done Stiles face became as red as a tomato.

"Dude you look like a tomato"

"Shut up"

"Boys would you come downstairs this pizza is not going to eat itself you know"

"Coming!" They said in unison and just before they ran for the door Scott turned around and perked Stiles on the lips. Running full speed ahead towards the door "Last one there is a rotten egg". Smiling like an idiot Stiles ran after his friend not the least bit regretful that his first kiss had been with Scott.

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Being locked away in a room for 120 hours is enough to drive anyone crazy well that's what he believed anyways. Not to say it was without purpose that he was confined in one.

"He slipped into a coma"

"A coma?"

"Yes I'm no doctor Mr Stilinski but he had been completely unresponsive to any stimuli for these past three days"

Yep a coma... crazy right? Most unexpected news he had ever woken up to actually, first thing he remembered seeing was his dad passed out on a chair next his makeshift recovery bed. When he had regained full consciousness his father had embraced like no father had embraced a son before and he held tightly to that moment drawing every bit of strength he could from it.

"Stiles what happened?"

Always the famous question they ask you is that like answering the question would somehow solve everything.

"He won't talk to any of us."

"Son they're only trying to help."

Help? Did he look like someone who needed help hmm? They hold him against his will even when he had demanded to go to an actual hospital and he's the one that needs help? No...he could charge them for kidnapping, who's to say he won't go to the cops after he escapes? But then again his dad was backing up this whole operation, how ironic huh? Though that didn't stop him from trying either after his failed attempt the first time they had actually chained him to the bed, restraining most his movements. Looking at his feet he spotted the black and blue bruises around his ankle, it was to be expected though with all the struggling he did trying to remove them. Getting up from the bed he started pacing up and down the room undoubtedly aggravating his wounds, not that he cared at this point. They think they can keep me here? Me? They don't know me no, no I'm getting out. Do you hear I'm getting OUT! Pulling at his hair he looked towards the full length mirror in the room, his reflection was not one he associated himself with. No matter how hard he tried whoever was starring back at him was not Stiles-this Stiles looked more of a modern day Frankenstein wrapped in bandages. Black bags lined thick around his blood shot eyes, skin pale and clammy to the touch, arms and torso covered in dirty bandages. Trembling at the sight Stiles looked away trying to hold back all his emotions- hate, disgust, shame...anger. Picking up the nearest object, which was a tray of untouched food, he threw it at the mirror causing it to crack.

"GET ME OUTTA HERE!" he screamed curling into himself.

2640 hours and counting.

Subconsciously hands reached out for the necklace around his neck, holding it against his heart like a life force.

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Oh fuck again with the passing out? Really Stiles? Feeling an odd burning sensation against the skin of his torso Stiles opened his eyes to find Derek? Swapping at his wounds with alcohol.

"What are y-"

"Cleaning your wounds before they get infected"

"Never pictured you as the doctor type" Stiles whispered.

"Yeah well you not exactly easy to work with"

"What's that suppose to mean?"

Ignoring the question Derek stuffed the dirty bandages in a plastic bag, pulling out new ones and placing them next to Stiles.

"Oh yes the silence...do you ever just answer a question..no? Yes? Maybe?"

"Go take a shower I need to wrap the fresh bandages soon" Derek said nodding his head towards the door leading to the adjoined bathroom, throwing a towel his way. Stiles eyes traveled down realizing that he was covered in nothing but baggy sweat pants obviously belonging to someone else. Quickly dismissing his state of undress he quickly got up and found that the chain around his ankle gone. That was a nice change he then stretched his back bending low enough to see the slightly opened door. Not thinking twice about it his legs moved on their own accord drawing him closer to what he considered his freedom.

"The hell do you think you're going?" Derek growled roughly pulling Stiles back by his waist.

"The fuck outta here!"

"What is your problem?!" Derek asked voice raising a few octaves eyes searching Stiles' honey brown.

"You ARE!" Stiles shouted "..you and everybody else I just to want to go home! What's so difficult to understand?" struggling against the hold around his waist.

"You not fucking serious...we are just trying to help and that's not easy with you being so stubborn!"

"So much for your help look at me now" Stiles mumbled and just as those words left his mouth, his back collided with the wall behind him. Angry red eyes starring down at him while hot breath fanned across his face.

"Know what? I'm done" and like that his body was pushed aside followed by the banging of the door. Shakily standing up Stiles picked up the towel from the floor and headed for the bathroom, turning on the shower he stripped his clothing and stepped under the spray of water.

"Stiles what happened to you two?"

"Son you need to say something"

"Let us help you"

Maybe he was being selfish and plain childish not saying anything about what happened to him and Scott. But then again these were the same people who disregarded him for weeks on end when he had needed them the most, what could they do now? Whatever was out there had been there way before he knew there was another supernatural in town. Everything was dandy without him why ask for help from some one like him? Sliding down the shower wall he wrapped his arms around his mid-section desperately trying to hold himself together. Pain-he felt it everywhere in his chest, oozing out of his pores coloring the skin, it was absolutely maddening. I can't take this I need to get out of here... Looking down he saw black vines appearing around his forearms pulsing as they spread to the rest of his body.

Not again...

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Sound died among the group as the lights flickered on and off around the loft, Derek stood up from his sitting position. While Isaac, Peter and Lydia looked at each other before all were submerged in darkness.

"What the hell was that?" Lydia whispered.

"I don't know..." Derek answered eyes trained in the direction of the room Stiles was receeding in.

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