Stiles didn't get back to sleep after Liam left. Not only was his brain thinking a thousand thoughts a minute, but the whole Liam sneaking in his window fiasco was enough to wipe all the fatigue out of his system.
He rolled over and stared at the clock.
"8:30? Seriously?" he said to himself as he rolled out of bed.
Grabbing a towel he went to the bathroom, started the shower, and stood under the hot water for what felt like hours. He just stood there. Thinking about Scott, and Derek, and what Liam said. Maybe I have been too hard on them.
"No. Okay, maybe Scott, but not Derek. Asshole broke my baby."
Before he got himself too angry, Stiles shut the water off and dried himself before heading back into his room to get dressed. Guessing the Sheriff had already left, Stiles didn't bother getting breakfast, instead just choosing to start his walk over to Scott's house.
When he arrived he went up to the front door, but before he could knock Scott threw the door open and trapped Stiles in a tight bear hug. Stunned, Stiles stood there while Scott seemed to tighten his hold.
"Stiles, I'm sorry for being a jerk. You were right I should be more grateful for everything you do. You're my best friend and I would probably be dead if it wasn't for you, and I just love you man. I wouldn't know what to do wi…"
"SCOTT! Calm down. Please. And anyway, I'm the one that should be apologizing. I treated you like shit because I was mad at Derek. I'm sorry, man."
At that, Stiles hugged Scott in his own bear hug.
"So were good?" Scott asked
"Yeah, dude. Were good."
"Great" Scott said as he dragged Stiles inside his house, "because there have been six bodies found about an hour away. They were all in a drug store, and, man, its nasty. Some had limbs missing. And some were stabbed way too many times. Derek thinks they are coming towards here."
Stiles stood there taking all the information in. What could be happening now?
"Does my dad know about any of this?"
"Yeah, he told Derek and me. We told him you, umm, needed a break, and he agreed so that's probably why he didn't tell you, but I was trying to let you know earlier, but, well, you know.."
Stiles put his head down feeling even worse than before.
"Yeah…okay well we should get to work then. We need to know how many of them there are, and what their motives are, and all that."
Scott nodded his head and was about to reply when his phone rang. Digging into his pocket he saw a text from Derek.
"Who is it?" Stiles asked.
"Just Derek" Scott said as he read the message. "Actually, it looks like the text is for you"
Scott handed Stiles the phone so he could read the text message.
Derek: Scott, I know you're with Stiles, so give him your phone so I can ask him something.
Derek: Stiles, I need to know what parts to buy for your Jeep. I know you don't want to see me, but I need your help…
Stiles looked at Scott with an impatient look.
"Why is he texting you off my phone, and how did he know you were here?" Scott asked as he started walking to the kitchen.
"Probably because I blocked his number…whoops"
Scott just smiled at his best friend as he chugged juice out of the jug.
"I think you should probably unblock him now. He seems like he's trying, Stiles."
Stiles nodded his head as he pulled out his phone and unblocked Derek.
Stiles: Hey, D-Bag. I can meet you at the shop on First Street in about 20 minutes. That ok?
Derek: Why so long?
Stiles: Did you forget that my Jeep isn't fixed yet?
Derek: You're not walking, I'm coming to pick you up. Two minutes away. Be ready.
Stiles looked up at Scott who was still working on that jug of orange juice.
"So, what's going on?" Scott asked.
"He's coming to pick me up so we can go get the right parts. Want to come? Pleaaasseee say you'll come?"
"Stiles, buddy, I would, but you and Derek need to work this out, and beside, I'm taking Liam and Kira to the last crime scene anyway to see if there are any clues these nut jobs left behind."
"What about Malia and Lydia?" Stiles asked as he walked towards the front door.
"Math homework I think"
"Oh right, that whole living as a coyote thing probably stunted her on all that."
Scott nodded as Stiles opened the door just as Derek pulled up in his fancy new SUV. He waved goodbye to Scott and started the dreaded walk down the driveway to start the super fun day with Derek. Not.
Stiles opened the door to the car and sat on the seat not even glancing over at Derek.
'Hey, Stiles" Derek asked as Stiles closed the car door.
"Hi" Stiles replied flatly.
Derek took a deep breath and started his way to the small parts shop that Stiles told him would have the right parts.
The entire way there was met with complete and utter silence. Not even the breaths of the two men could be heard, and it was driving Stiles insane, but he was not going to cave.
As they pulled into a parking spot, Stiles went to get out of the car only to be stopped by Derek's hand on his arm.
"Stiles, I am sorry, okay? I know I've been an asshole, and I feel like shit about what happened, but that Omega was strong, and fast, and I thought I could navigate through the woods with your Jeep, but it didn't work, and then everything just fell apart and I had to help Scott, and…"
"Stop talking, Derek. I really don't care. Can we just get this over with please?"
Derek let go of Stiles' arm and watched him get out of the car. He didn't know why he was so hurt by Stiles' rejection. Even touching his hand to Stiles' arm had sent tingles through his body, and Derek could not for the life of him figure it out.
Derek got out of the car and caught up to Stiles as he was opening the door. Right away, Derek knew something was off, but couldn't put his finger on it. He stopped in his tracks and sniffed the air. The smell of excitement, and happiness flowed through the air, but when he stopped to look around the shop, no one was in sight except Stiles.
"Derek, are you coming or no?"
"Is it always this dead in here? Something feels off."
Stiles stopped and looked around the tiny shop.
"It's definitely more dead than usual, but I don't know. It doesn't seem that weird."
Derek followed Stiles to the special order books in the corner, standing behind him as he looked for the right parts. Suddenly, a sharp pain hit Derek behind the ear, and his whole body froze as he dropped to the floor.
Stiles quickly dropped to the floor to help the suddenly paralyzed Derek, when a man came out of the bathroom with a baseball bat, hitting Stiles over the head knocking him out.
Derek tried to move, but was still frozen on the floor. He could feel the drug moving through his veins, and knew it he would heal soon, but as he looked around the room, and saw three men circle him and an unconscious Stiles with huge smiles on their faces he only had one thing running through his mind:
I have to save Stiles.