Little Red Riding Hood

by MissYuki1990

"You little idiot," Derek muttered, but there was no malice in his voice. "Don't you know what happened to Little Red Riding Hood when she went into the forest alone?" Stiles laughed breathlessly and Derek chuckled behind him. "Good thing the Hunter found me before the Big Bad Wolf, right?" SLASH, AU, MPREG, RATED M FOR A REASON

2. Past Always Catches Up With You

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"Gen? Gen, where are you? Genim?" Claudia entered her son's room only to raise an eyebrow and stifle a laugh.

Stiles' room was littered with clothes. His wardrobe was open and empty, and Stiles stood in the middle of the mess he made in a pair of boxers and two pairs of jeans in his hands.

"I thought we stopped doing this when you were 6 years old," Claudia drawled in amusement and Stiles turned on his heel to look at her with panic in his eyes.

"Mom! Derek is coming to pick me up in half an hour and I have absolutely no idea what to wear!"

Claudia laughed and entered his room. She chose the best route to come to him without stepping on a piece of discarded clothing. Once she finally reached his bed she started picking through his clothes. "Wear these," she said and offered her son a pair of black leather pants.

Stiles raised an eyebrow at them. "I didn't even know I had these," he muttered as he felt the material under his fingers, raising an eyebrow when he realized that the inside was made from cotton, and Claudia smirked.

"I bought them last year. Thought there'll come a time when you'll need them."

Stiles grinned at his mom. He rushed into the bathroom attached to his room. He couldn't wear boxers under those pants, but since the inside was made from cotton it won't be a problem. 'Commando it is,' he thought and pulled the pants on, blushing when he realized that they hid nothing.

"Try this combination," Claudia came into the bathroom with a black undershirt and a red dress shirt.

Stiles pulled them on and turned towards his mother.

She pursed her lips and wrinkled her nose. "No," she muttered, "that dress shirt just doesn't fit. I'll be right back," she said and left in a hurry.

Stiles looked at his reflection in the mirror. He tilted his head to the right, taking all of himself in, wondering why he never dressed like that.

"A-ha!"

Stiles turned on his heel when Claudia ran back in with something that looked strangely like real silk in her hands.

"Try this," she said, all but hopping in her place with excitement.

"It's beautiful," Stiles muttered when he took the piece of clothing from her. He pulled it on and shivered. It was a silk shirt indeed. It had no buttons or a zipper, it flowed around his torso falling to the middle of his thighs, and it had a big hood.

"Now that's hot," she said with a grin and Stiles snickered.

He spun on his heel for her, enjoying the feel of silk against his skin. The sleeves were long and ended just above his fingers. They weren't puffy or too wide, but with each move he made, the silk accented his muscled arms.

"I have something else for you," Claudia said and Stiles noticed a small velvet box in her hand. "You were supposed to get this on your birthday, but since it's in two weeks I think we can look it over."

Stiles looked at her with awe in his eyes, as he took the box gently and opened it only to gasp. It was a strange cross, made out of white gold, big enough to fit on his palm, but not too big as not to seem grossly. Behind the center of the cross was some sort of a medallion. Stiles turned it around and squinted when he saw something that resembled a crest engraved in it. It showed a wolf's head from the front and around the head was an inscription in Latin.

Stiles squinted to read it but Claudia beat him to it when she spoke up. "Pugnemus. Tuerimus. Vivemus. Tenemus. Amamus," she said. "Translated it says…"

"We fight. We protect. We live. We cherish. We love," Stiles translated and Claudia smiled at him.

"That's right," she confirmed, and Stiles looked at the last word that was right under the wolf's nose.

"I can't translate the last thing," he muttered and Claudia laughed at the face he made.

"It's my maiden name," she explained and Stiles glanced at her before trying to read it again.

"Va – Vald..."

Claudia laughed, cupped Stiles' head and kissed his forehead. "It's Valdyr."

Stiles raised an eyebrow. "Does it have a meaning?" he asked and Claudia winked at him.

"Wolf."

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Derek took a deep breath and pressed the door bell. He didn't even have time to shift his weight when the door opened and he tensed up.

John stood in the doorway dressed in his police uniform, eyes narrowed and lips stretched into a thin, displeased line.

"Good evening, Mr. Stilinski," Derek said, trying to sound unconcerned and yet respectful.

"Mr. Hale," John said and took a step to the side. "Please. Come in."

The moment Derek entered John closed the door, but before the older man could say anything Derek offered John a dark red decorative bag, and John raised an eyebrow at the young man.

"My father sends his regards. He and my mother would like to summon you for lunch one Sunday when you find it most convenient."

John accepted the bag and his eyebrows vanished into his hair when he found a bottle of La Fontaine De La Pouyade Cognac in it. "Ah," He looked at Derek, and the young man could see that John was taken aback. "Thank your father for me, and tell him that Claudia and I will be very happy to come."

Derek smiled and nodded. "Of course."

"Why don't you come with me to the living room? Genim and Claudia are upstairs." Derek followed the older man down the hallway, discretely looking around the tastefully decorated house. "Take a seat. Do you want some?" John offered and Derek shook his head as he took a seat in an armchair.

"I don't drink," Derek said and John raised an eyebrow at him.

"Good," he commented and Derek smiled. "Tell me, Derek…"

"Mr. Stilinski…" Derek interrupted Stiles' father and slowly stood up, and John raised an eyebrow at him when the teen rubbed his hands against his thighs in a nervous gesture. "I just want you to know that, even though I've known Stiles for less than a month, and this is our first date, I want to stress out that I would never hurt him," Derek spoke, looking directly into John's eyes. "Stiles is special. He's – there's something in him I just can't figure out. It's like there's some big secret around him, and under all of that there's sarcasm, irony, excitement and so, so much innocence. I never met anyone even similar to him. I don't dare say that I love him, but I do know that I am in love with him. I want to take him out, I want to see him laugh, and smile, and have a good time. My parents will be at the homecoming dance because they went to Beacon Hills High a long time ago. I want him to meet my parents. I want him to meet my brothers and my sister, and my other relatives. I just want to be with him."

John frowned and bowed his head, and Derek gulped. "You're a good kid, Derek," John said after a long moment and Derek barely stopped himself from breathing a sigh of relief. "To be perfectly honest, when I first saw you I thought you were some jock that was out to hurt my boy." Derek snorted and smiled, looking at John from under his eyebrows. "But I see I was wrong." John offered his hand to Derek and the teen smiled and accepted his hand. "You're a good kid, son."

In that moment Claudia came down the stairs and grinned at Derek. "Derek! It's so good to see you!" she rushed over to hug him and kiss his cheeks. "You look very handsome."

Derek chuckled. "And you look as stunning as ever, Mrs…"

"I told you to call me Claudia the first time you came to pick up Genim," she admonished and Derek bowed his head.

"I apologize," he said only to tense up and look over Claudia's shoulder.

John and Claudia exchanged a smile as she walked over to stand beside her husband, and Derek stood rooted to his spot, staring at Stiles who just walked into the room.

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Hey there Little Red Riding Hood
you sure are looking good.
You're everything a Big Bad Wolf could want.

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"Hey, Derek," Stiles smiled weakly, shifting his weight and fiddling with his left sleeve.

"Stiles?" Derek blurted out, and took a small step forward, "Wow."

Claudia laughed quietly while John snickered, and Stiles blushed as he bowed his head with a smile. The cross Claudia gave him hung around his neck, there was a black belt hanging loosely around his waist, and a silver chain hung off of it, attached to two loops of Stiles' leather pants.

"You look pretty good yourself," Stiles complimented.

Derek ditched his usual leather jacket for a new one with less pockets and natural creases. He wore faded jeans and a white button up shirt, his hair was in its usual messy stile, and Stiles found it funny Derek didn't even think of shaving even for this occasion.

"Come on now. You two don't want to be late," Claudia urged, and the two teens jumped in their places.

"The game should end in half an hour. We have enough time to meet up with Erica and then go and wait for Isaac, Boyd and Scott," Derek said and Stiles nodded.

"Have a good time the both of you. Derek, I want him home by midnight."

"Daaaaad!" Stiles rolled his eyes. "I'm not Cinderella!" Stiles pouted and John rolled his eyes, while Claudia and Derek snickered.

"Fine," John grumbled. "2, but not a second later."

"Thank you, Mr. Stilinski. I'll bring him home safe and sound," Derek said while Stiles ran over to kiss his mom and dad.

"See you in the morning!" Stiles waved and pulled Derek out of the house.

The moment the door closed behind them, Stiles turned and kissed Derek smack on the lips. Derek laughed against Stiles' lips and wrapped his arms around the thin waist. They parted and Derek nuzzled his nose against Stiles' cheek, making the younger teen laugh when the beard tickled his face.

"Hey there, Mr. Hunter," Stiles murmured warmly and Derek snorted.

"Hello, Little Red," he muttered and breathed in Stiles' scent. "God, you look perfect." Derek felt like forgoing the dance all together and taking Stiles to his for once empty house, but he remembered the promise he gave to his father and steeled his resolve.

There will be time for everything.

"Come on." Derek offered Stiles his right arm and the younger teen rolled his eyes at Derek before he accepted it.

"Lead the way."

Derek led Stiles over to the front passenger seat and opened the door for him, and Stiles snickered but entered. He tied his seatbelt just as Derek entered the car and started the engine. Before they drove off the parking lot Derek looked at Stiles and their eyes met.

Derek couldn't help but notice that Stiles' red shirt made the amber flecks in those amazing eyes stand out even more. Stiles eyes were big with excitement, and something else. Something Derek couldn't find the words to describe.

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What big eyes you have
the kind of eyes that drive wolves mad.
So just to see that you don't get chased
I think I ought to walk with you for a ways.

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"Derek? Is something wrong?" Stiles asked and Derek smiled at him lovingly.

"Nothing. I'm just thinking that tonight I shouldn't let you out of my sight," he said and drove down the road while Stiles raised an eyebrow at him.

"And why is that?"

Derek hummed and spared Stiles a glance. "I don't want someone to steal you from me." His words made Stiles blush and look out the side window.

"Stupid," he muttered as he focused on the road, while Derek chuckled again. "No one will steal me from you."

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Stiles took a deep breath and pulled the hood of his shirt on his head. It slid back a little and stopped just over his ears, and Derek couldn't help but laugh. "You really look like Little Red now," he said and Stiles rolled his eyes, and they made their way towards the school.

The parking lot was full of kids and their parents, and Derek was looking around trying to locate his family.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't Little Red Riding Hood and his Big Bad Wolf."

The two turned on their heels only to see Erica smirking at them.

"Erica!" Stiles grinned and hugged the older girl warmly, and Erica giggled and eyed him when they parted.

"You look absolutely delicious," she leered teasingly and Stiles laughed.

"Thanks. You look wonderful."

Erica smirked and showed off her short strapless leather dress. It ended mid thigh and showed off her curvaceous figure perfectly. Her long, blond locks were lifted in a pony tail on top of her head, and the round golden loops in her ears attracted attention to her pretty face and long neck.

"Erica." Derek nodded at her.

"Your family is waiting for you already," she said and they made their way towards the entrance to the school.

Derek looked at Stiles when he smelled nervosas rolling off of the younger teen in steady waves. He moved closer to Stiles and took his left hand into his bigger and warmer one. Stiles looked at Derek and smiled weakly, and Derek offered his boyfriend a reassuring smile.

"Derek! You made it in time!"

Stiles looked up when a pleasant woman's voice reached his ears only to gasp when he saw a group of out-worldly beautiful people. It was like a whole family made out of people fit for Hollywood.

"You must be Genim."

Stiles' mouth dried and his heart started beating loudly in his ears when Derek's father walked over to him, and Stiles knew where Derek got his intimidating aura from.

"Yes, sir," Stiles said and shook the man's arms.

"I am Dmitry Hale. You may call me Dmitry. And this lovely creature is my beautiful wife, Talia Hale."

Stiles looked at the woman, and noted that Derek got his eyes from her.

"It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Genim," Talia said, but instead of shaking his hand she moved closer and kissed his cheek, her hands squeezing Stiles' shoulder reassuringly.

Stiles felt as though all of his nervosas was sucked out of him instantly. "The pleasure is mine, Mrs. Hale," he said and she let go of a light laugh, like the tinkling of chimes in the wind.

"It's Talia," she corrected and Stiles smiled.

"Then please call me Stiles," he asked and Talia's lips tilted into a motherly smile.

"So you are the guy that bewitched my baby brother."

"Laura," Derek growled when his sister stepped forward. Two guys were flanking her sides, and Stiles raised an eyebrow. Derek said all four of them looked quite similar to each other, but his brothers looked more like their mother with their father's blue eyes, and Laura was practically a female version of Derek only with blue eyes.

"What, Derek? I just want to greet him properly!" Laura grinned and Derek snorted. "I'm Laura Hale and these two hunks of muscle are Derek's and my older twin brothers, Jared and Caleb." Stiles shook hands with all of them before he walked over to Erica.

"Where is everyone else?" Derek asked and stood beside Stiles with his right arm wrapped around Stiles' waist.

"Peter and Clare had seen some of their old friends, and Sasha and Misha went with them. Your Aunt Melanie had a fever so they couldn't come," Dmitry said and Derek nodded.

"Let's go in. The Band will start playing soon," Jared said.

"I'll go fetch Isaac, Scott and Boyd," Erica offered. "I'll meet you in the hall." She left with a wave of her right hand.

"That is an interesting necklace you have, Stiles," Talia noticed and Stiles looked at his necklace. He took it into his hand when Talia came closer. "May I?" she asked and took it from Stiles' hand, but didn't pull it over his head. She turned it over and Stiles tilted his head to the side in interest when she caressed the crest with her thumb. She looked at him and for a moment Stiles thought he saw her eyes flash red.

"What did you say your surname was?" she asked.

"Stilinski," Stiles answered, "but my mother's maiden name was Valdyr." Stiles frowned in confusion when Talia looked at Dmitry and the eldest Hale looked at Stiles with approval in his eyes.

"Stiles' parents agreed to come to lunch the first chance they get," Derek informed his parents and they nodded.

"Why don't you children go into the hall? Dmitry and I wish to greet some old friends," Talia said with a pleasant smile and the five nodded. They waved at their elders and left.

"Did you hear that, beloved? He is of the Valdyr line," Talia whispered and Dmitry nodded.

"I heard it. I also remember hearing something else over 17 years ago." Talia's beautiful eyes narrowed and she looked after her children and Stiles.

"You don't mean - He is that child?" Talia asked and looked back at her husband. Sadness shadowed her eyes and she sighed. "Poor dear," she muttered. "Dmitry we must do something! We must talk with his parents as quickly as possible. We can offer them protection!"

Dmitry smiled at his loving wife. "He is with Derek now. We will handle everything with time."

Talia let go of a breath of relief and smiled lovingly at Dmitry. "I knew I was right to marry you, no matter what my parents said."

Dmitry chuckled and shook his head. "Come. Lazarus and Ebony have arrived a few minutes ago."

"I haven't seen them is years!" Talia exclaimed happily and Dmitry laughed.

"Come, my love. The night is still young."

"Yes. And so are we," she answered jokingly and Dmitry laughed.

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Stiles looked around with wide eyes and open mouth. The hall the dance was held in was full of people. Some were standing around, but many were dancing.

"You look as though you've never been to a dance before!" Laura called out to Stiles.

"I haven't! I moved around a lot so I never had the chance!" Stiles spoke without thinking. Thankfully he was so amazed by everything going on around him that he missed the confused and worried frowns on Jared's, Caleb's and Laura's faces.

Derek pulled on Stiles' hand and the younger teen looked at Derek with a big smile. "Come! Dance with me!"

Stiles' smile vanished quickly as he started to shake his head. "No, no, no. I don't dance!"

Derek rolled his eyes and pulled Stiles flat against his body, leveling his lips with Stiles' right ear. "Dance with me."

Stiles shivered and licked his lips. "Alright," he muttered and allowed Derek to pull him into the dancing crowd.

The song changed and Derek pulled Stiles into his arms making Stiles gasp and look up at him.

Funny thing is, when I look into your eyes
I sense something so sincere in your disguise.
You whisper secrets I hear only in my dreams
Then I wake up to your tele-smoke screen.

Stiles smiled when Derek spun them around quickly. He never knew dancing was so much fun!

Derek smirked at Stiles as the rhythm of the song quickened and Derek pulled Stiles close. He swayed them around, completely focused on those wide, honey orbs, full of wonder and amazement.

So baby, stop you're surrounded.
I got my love all around ya.
One wrong move and I'll down ya.
And that'll end ya.
You should surrender.
You'll never win,
Unless you give in.

Stiles laughed when Derek spun him around with one hand and then pulled him as close to himself as he could. Stiles wrapped his arms around Derek's neck and they swayed to the music.

You put your lips very closely to my face
And then you run away and so begins the chase.
I'll be the hunter, but boy, you better pray,
'Cause when I want ya, I'll get you anyway.
You know what I wanna do,
It ain't nothing new.
I'm tired of dropping clues.
So, gonna step to you,
Will you rise to my occasion?
Or will you make me change your station?

Stiles shivered and completely relaxed against Derek, trusting him to lead. A part of Stiles was glad that this was the first time he had gone to a party.

Even though he knew Derek for little under a month, even though there was a lot he still didn't know about the older teen, Stiles knew - he simply knew that he was safe with Derek.

He knew he could trust Derek.

He could trust him with his life.

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Stiles laughed at something Laura said, and Derek smiled for himself. It was midnight and they've decided to make their way home, since Derek told Stiles there was someplace he wanted to take Stiles to.

The night went great and Derek hoped that what he had planned would make this night truly unforgettable for Stiles.

"You have to come over to our place, Stiles," Laura said. "We so need to talk more. Even though my brother is gay, he is no use for girl talk."

Stiles laughed. "I don't know how good I'll be, but at least I can listen," he said and Laura giggled.

"Take good care of him, baby bro. He's a real gem." She winked at Derek who shot her through with a warning glare.

Jared and Caleb left with their parents already, and Laura was leaving with a guy she's been seeing for a while. Some guy called Dennis Bale.

"Don't worry," Derek said and looked at Stiles. "I will," and Stiles grinned at him. They said good-bye to Laura and walked over to Derek's car.

Derek looked at Stiles when the younger teen sighed. "What is it?" he asked and Stiles looked at him.

"Nothing. Everything's absolutely perfect," Stiles said and leaned over to kiss Derek. "Everything's perfect."

Derek smiled as he started the engine. "The night's not over yet."

Stiles bit into his bottom lip as the corners of his lips tilted up, and he slipped his right hand in Derek's left. "Will you tell me where you're taking me?" he asked and Derek smirked, driving off of the parking lot.

"You'll find out in 15 minutes."

Stiles rolled his eyes, but couldn't stop smiling. He just knew whatever Derek had planned would make this night a perfect sweet memory.

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Derek parked the car a little out of the forest.

"Derek?" Stiles inquired and Derek smiled at him although he seemed worried.

This moment could make or break their relationship. His father told him to wait, but Derek couldn't. Derek knew that if he wanted any sort of future with Stiles he would have to be completely honest with the younger man.

"Derek, is something wrong?" Stiles asked worriedly when he saw Derek's eyebrows narrow in what Stiles learned to recognize as worry.

"Stiles I – I need to tell you something," Derek said and Stiles' heart started beating a little bit quicker. Derek's smile was strained, and he looked at Stiles with an unreadable expression. "I even parked us here in case you run out of my car screaming. If you follow this road, you'll run strait home."

Stiles knew that Derek was trying to relieve the tension that suddenly filled the air, but it wasn't working. "What is it, Derek?" he asked as he fisted his hands in his lap.

"I – I'm not exactly..." Derek stopped and gulped as he looked anywhere but at Stiles.

"What?"

"I'm not exactly human," he finally pressed out and Stiles leaned closer. His eyes widened and he gasped sharply when Derek's eyes turned yellow. "I'm a Werewolf. Almost everyone in my family is. My brothers aren't Werewolves, but my sister is, and Uncle Peter's daughter Alexandra isn't, but..." Derek's rant was interrupted when Stiles kissed him hard.

Derek let go of a relieved whine and cupped Stiles' face in big, warm hands. Derek felt Stiles' hands fist in his jacket, and when they parted Stiles let go of a wavering breath and rested his forehead on Derek's.

"You thought I would run because of that?" Stiles whispered, and his eyes glimmered, and Derek laughed almost hysterically.

"You know about Werewolves?" he asked and Stiles nodded minutely.

"All my life."

"Your family…"

"On my mother's side," Stiles said. "She's not a Werewolf though."

Derek nodded, and instead of saying anything as he tried to calm his quickly beating heart, he pulled Stiles into another kiss. "God, Stiles. I was so afraid…"

"Hush," Stiles stopped Derek and hugged him tightly. Derek wrapped his arms securely around Stiles and buried his face in the younger teen's neck, holding on for dear life. "It's fine. My Big Bad Wolf."

Derek Laughed and pulled back. "Come on. We have an hour and a half until I have to bring you home, and it's a 15 minute run to where I want to bring you," Derek said and they got out of the car.

"You know I can't run as fast as you can," Stiles asked as Derek walked around the car, and the younger teen yelped when Derek scooped him up into his arms making Stiles wrap his arms around Derek's neck.

"Hold on tight," Derek grinned and broke into a run. Stiles laughed and buried his face in Derek's shoulder, hiding his face in Derek's leather jacket to protect himself from the wind.

They came to a sharp stop and Stiles dared to look up only to lose his breath. They were beside a small spring with a natural lake right under it. Big rocks surrounded the lake, and on one rock was a small picnic basket and a few warm looking blankets.

"Wow..." Stiles murmured as Derek lowered him on his feet. "Derek this is – this is beautiful." He turned on his heel to smile brightly at the Werewolf, and Derek pulled him into a kiss.

"Come on. Mother helped me prepare this," Derek said and led Stiles over to the prepared blankets.

The night was warm so Stiles wondered a bit as to what they would need the blankets for. He smiled at Derek when they took seats on one blanket, and Derek opened the basket to pull out a few Tupperware boxes. Each one was full almost to the brim with strawberries, cherries and apple slices separately, and Stiles grinned when Derek pulled out a thermos bottle and two cups.

"Hot chocolate?" Stiles asked and Derek smirked at him.

"You mentioned that you love it," he said and Stiles grinned at him.

"I'm starting to wonder whom I love more," he chuckled and Derek's hands shook a bit. Stiles blushed brightly when he realized what he said. "Sorry, I didn't mean..." he shut up when Derek kissed him. Stiles moaned and cupped Derek's bearded face in trembling hands.

"Don't..." Derek whispered against his lips. "Don't say sorry unless you didn't mean it."

Stiles smiled an honest to heart, beautiful smile Derek started to believe was meant only for him.

"You're shivering," Derek muttered and Stiles shrugged.

"Silk and leather aren't exactly warm." He said and Derek laughed as he nuzzled his nose against Stiles' cheek.

"This is a warm spring. You want to try it out?" Derek asked and Stiles snickered.

"I was wondering what those extra blankets were for." He smirked and allowed Derek to pull him up. He blushed when he remembered that he didn't have his boxers.

"I – uhm – I don't have…"

"Stiles," Derek stopped him and pulled him against his hard, warm body. "I'm in love with you; everything about you. I know it's only been a month, but I want to be with you, and I don't mean just sleep with you when the time comes. I want to know you like I know myself. I want to love you in every possible way. You're – you're perfect. Everything about you is perfect, and I don't want to destroy any chance that I might have to be with you forever. Werewolves mate for life. I don't – I don't want to lose you."

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What big heart I have
– the better to love you with.
Little Red Riding Hood,
even Bad Wolves can be good.

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"We won't move any faster than you want. I didn't bring you here for that. I brought you here so that we might spend some time alone; just the two of us."

Stiles smiled at Derek, wrapped his arms around Derek's waist and rested his head on a strong shoulder. He shivered and sighed when Derek wrapped his strong, muscled arms around him and kissed the crown of Stiles' head.

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I'll try to be satisfied
just to walk close by your side.
Maybe you'll see things my way
before we get to grandma's place.

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"How in the world did I find you?" Stiles muttered and Derek hummed contently.

"Come on. I have to take you back in an hour," Derek said and Stiles snickered.

Derek moved back and was about to sit down when something light hit his head. He looked down and found Stiles' red shirt on the ground. He looked at Stiles in surprise and his mouth dried when he saw the younger teen taking his shirt off.

"Come on, Big Bad. Time's a-wasting."

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"I'll see you on Monday," Derek said as they stopped in front of the Stilinski house.

Stiles smiled lovingly at him and leaned over to kiss him. "See you," he said and got out of the car. He walked over to the door and turned to wave at Derek before he entered the house. He heard Derek speed down the road, and leaned against the door with a goofy smile on his face.

"It's 10 past 2." He looked up when he heard Claudia say. "You're lucky your dad is sleeping like a log," she sounded amused, and Stiles could see curiosity written all over her face.

"It was beautiful, mom," Stiles spoke with a far-off gaze. "We went to the dance and then Derek took me to a little spring in the forest. His mother helped him prepare a picnic basket. We ate strawberries, and cherries, and apple slices, and drank hot chocolate and talked and - and I think I might be falling in love. Like for real." Claudia smiled at him lovingly, and walked over to him to envelop him into a warm hug. Stiles buried his face into his mother's shoulder and sighed. "Is it wrong that I don't want to leave this town?" he whispered and Claudia sighed.

"No, love. It's not wrong," she said and closed her eyes to hide the tears from her son. "It's not wrong at all."

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"Derek! Derek, wait up!" Stiles called out to his boyfriend and the older teen turned around and stopped to wait for him. Stiles threw himself into Derek's arms, and the Werewolf gripped him tightly. "Where were you during lunch? I missed you!" Stiles asked as they made their way towards Derek's car.

"Coach wanted to talk to me about applying for the competition again," Derek said.

"And?"

"I told him I had better things to do this weekend than go to Atlanta for a week," Derek answered carelessly and draped his right arm around Stiles' shoulders.

"Derek…"

"Your birthday's this weekend, Stiles. There's no way I'm not going to be here for that," Derek cut Stiles' off, sounding almost aloof, but Stiles has heard the love and care in the undertone of Derek's voice, his heart warming at the fact.

"Won't you lose your captain status?" Stiles asked. Even though he was happy Derek would be there for his birthday, Stiles didn't want Derek's extracurricular activities to suffer because of him.

Derek scoffed and tightened his hold on Stiles for a second. "Like that would ever happen. There are others who can go and compete if coach cares so much about the competition in Atlanta of all places."

Stiles snickered as they reached Derek's car and got in. "Dad's free for the weekend," Stiles commented as Derek drove him home. "I thought, since my birthday falls on Saturday, mom, dad and I can come over to your place on Sunday for that lunch date."

"Great," Derek said and threw a small smile Stiles' way, and they spent the rest of the ride in comfortable silence.

"Why don't you come in for a bit?" Stiles asked when Derek parked in front of his house. "Dad's working the afternoon shift, and mom went to the closest town to buy some stuff."

Derek smiled and nodded. "I don't see why not," he said and killed the engine. They got out of the car and made their way inside.

"Feel right at home." Stiles went straight for the kitchen while Derek hung his jacket on the hanger in the hallway. He scented the air and smiled when it turned out that they were really alone. He entered the kitchen and found Stiles by the stove, hopping in his place while waiting for the water to boil.

Derek smirked and started to prowl quietly towards Stiles.

The younger teen's heart almost jumped out of his chest when Derek wrapped his arms around his waist. "Damn it, Derek!" Stiles gasped and Derek chuckled.

He pulled Stiles flat against his body and bowed down to kiss the nape of the younger teen's neck. "Sorry," he murmured, "couldn't resist." He rubbed Stiles' stomach with his hands, drawing a content sigh for the younger teen and making him rest back against Derek.

"Creeper," Stiles grumbled and Derek snorted.

Derek took in Stiles' scent and a shiver ran down his body. Warmth started to pool in his stomach and Stiles moaned when Derek started to lay kisses and nips down the column of Stiles' neck.

"Derek?" Stiles called out.

"Hm?"

"I was making coffee."

"Forget about it," Derek mouthed against the tender skin of Stiles' neck, and the amber eyed teen raised an eyebrow at him.

"Derek."

"Hm?"

"What are you doing?" Stiles asked when Derek's fingers pushed under the hem of his shirt and blunt nails scrapped the sensitive skin of Stiles' stomach.

"Nothing?" Derek smirked and nipped lightly on Stiles' ear.

"This doesn't – this doesn't look like nothing," Stiles said only to gasp when he was suddenly turned around and placed on top of the kitchen counter. He looked in Derek's eyes and a shiver ran down his body when he saw that they were leaning more towards yellow than their usual enchanting hazel. "Derek..." the Werewolf kissed him hard, and all sane thoughts left Stiles' mind. He moaned into Derek's mouth when the Werewolf thrust against him, and Stiles felt Derek's hard member rub against his own awakening erection. "Damn it." Stiles muttered when Derek started to kiss down his throat again.

Derek's hands gripped Stiles' thighs with a bruising force, and the way he moved made Stiles slowly lose his mind.

He never felt this good and damn it, he didn't want it to stop. He was a damn teenager! You don't get closer to a bag of hormones than that!

"God, Derek!" Stiles gasped when the man latched onto a particularly sensitive spot just under Stiles' ear and sucked hard. Stiles moved against Derek, matching him thrust for thrust, his fingers entangled in Derek's hair. "Derek, please!" he whimpered as pleasure surged up his spine, and Derek's hot breath caressed his right ear.

"Cum for me, Genim."

Stiles couldn't hold back if he wanted to, and Derek growled as he came as well. Stiles was about to lean on him when Derek let go of a startled gasp and suddenly jumped to the other side of the room.

"What the fuck, Derek?!" Stiles snapped when he almost fell off of the counter.

"God, Stiles, I'm so, so sorry!"

"What?" Stiles stilled and looked at Derek with eyes wide with shock.

"It – It's the Full Moon. I didn't mean to…"

"Derek!" Stiles snapped and ran over to the panicking Werewolf. He never thought he would see the usually calm and collected man freaking out over some dry humping in a kitchen. 'A kitchen I will never look the same at, though.'

"Stiles, I…"

"Derek, calm down! Look around! There's a frying pan right here. Don't you think if I wanted to stop you I wouldn't have hit you over the head with it?" Derek gaped at him and Stiles chuckled. "Derek…" He sighed and cupped his boyfriend's face within gentle hands. "Damn it, Derek, we're both teenagers. We're both in love with each other, and even though we agreed to go slow it doesn't mean we can't do other things together. Okay, we jumped over a few of those things, but who cares. We started dating a day after we met each other."

Derek laughed tightly and kissed Stiles. "I'm still…"

"Don't say it," Stiles interrupted him and Derek looked at his boyfriend with raised eyebrows. "Don't say it unless you don't want to do it again. In a more fitting environment at least."

"God..." Derek murmured and pulled Stiles close. "I just – I couldn't stop myself."

"It's okay," Stiles teased with a leering grin. "I know I'm irresistible." He yelped when Derek slapped his ass. "Hey! I bruise easily!"

"You were making coffee."

"Fuck!"

cut

When Claudia came home she stumbled upon a heartwarming picture.

Stiles and Derek were on the couch, the sound on the TV was muted, and Stiles was practically sleeping on top of Derek.

The older teen seemed relaxed as well. His arms were wrapped around Stiles protectively, and there was a blanket thrown over their legs.

Claudia took out her phone and snapped a picture of them sleeping together.

"Wha..." Derek woke up and Claudia hissed.

"Sorry!" she whispered, looking at Derek with a sheepish smile. "I didn't mean to wake you up."

Derek shook his head as he looked around with a sleepy, confused frown, and Claudia couldn't help but think he looked incredibly cute all ruffled from sleep like that. "How late is it?"

"It's past 8 PM," she answered. "I'm going to make dinner. Would you like to stay?"

Derek groaned and let his head fall back on the armrest of the couch. "Might as well," he muttered and took his phone off the table. He typed a quick message to his mom saying he would stay at Stiles' for dinner, and stopped for a second before adding that the Stilinski family would join them for lunch on Sunday. He sighed and threw the phone back on the tea table while Claudia giggled quietly.

"You can sleep some more. I'll wake you up before John comes home," she said and Derek nodded. He was out like a light a second later, and Claudia walked into the kitchen with a sigh.

Ever since Stiles and Derek started dating she has been praying every night that they wouldn't find them any time soon. She knew she was asking for much. They hadn't been able to stay anywhere for more than two months for over a year.

It's been a month already, and Claudia started having a bad feeling again, and her bad feelings were never wrong.

She prayed.

She prayed with all her heart that this time she was wrong.

She hadn't seen Stiles this happy since he was 9 years old, and she wanted that. She wanted to keep hearing him laugh. She wanted him to finally be a normal teenager who goes on dates, comes home well after curfew, and sneaks out of his room through his window to do mischief with his friends.

She wanted him to finally have a life.

She was tired of running. Tired of hiding and fearing the moment when they would catch them and take her Genim - take her baby boy away from her.

She knew she and John couldn't protect him. They were only human. Her family washed hands of her when she said she would marry a normal human and not the Werewolf her father chose for her.

She couldn't go to them for help.

She thought about asking the Alpha Pack for help, but they were impossible to reach.

Their only hope was to keep on running, and yet she knew that it wouldn't last forever.

Nothing does.

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"Can I, dad? Please? Pretty, pretty please with a cherry on top? Pleeeeaaaa…"

"FINE!" John snapped in exasperation and Stiles cheered while Claudia laughed. "You aren't being really supportive here, Dia," John said and Claudia smiled at him lovingly.

"Let him go, John. We know exactly where he's going and who he's going to. And besides, we'll pick him up tomorrow when we come to lunch."

John sighed and Stiles cheered. "Fine. But I want NO funny business!"

Stiles laughed and hugged his dad. "Thanks, dad! This is the best birthday gift EVER!" Stiles shouted before he ran up to his room to get ready and tell Derek he could come pick him up.

John sighed and heavily took a seat on the couch. Claudia rolled her eyes and walked over. She straddled his lap and smiled down at him when he placed his hands on her thighs and looked up at her.

"I'm just…"

"I know, John," she cut him off and kissed him. "Stop doing it. Let him enjoy himself while he can. As much as I hate this, we all know that one day we'll have to run away."

John sighed and rested his head on the backrest. "I wish we wouldn't," he muttered, and looked at her with a sad smile. "Do you remember the last time he was this happy? The last time he smiled like this? Laughed liked this?"

Claudia sighed and nodded. "Yes. I remember."

"I wish there was something I could do so we would be able to stay here, not just because of Stiles and Derek, but because of us."

Claudia smiled sadly and rested her forehead on John's. "I know, love. We can only hope that one day we'll have peace."

"I'll see you tomorrow!" Stiles breezed through the house, and the two winced when he slammed the door closed.

"Although I don't believe this house will survive him for long," John grumbled and Claudia laughed.

"Hey, Mr. Policeman," she leered and John raised an eyebrow at her, only to shiver when she grinned at him.

"Dia?"

"You know... We have the house for ourselves," she murmured and John grinned slowly. "When was the last time that happened?"

"Too long ago," John growled. Claudia screamed when John stood up quickly and carried her up the stairs towards their room.

'Maybe this isn't so bad after all!' was his last thought before he concentrated completely on his beautiful wife.

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"Stiles! Welcome!" Talia greeted the teen warmly and enveloped him into a loving hug. Stiles hugged her back and breathed in the sleepy fragrance of lilacs that seemed to linger around her constantly.

"Hello, Talia. I hope I'm not intruding."

"Of course not, dear. Derek, take Stiles' things to your room. I made supper," she said and Derek nodded.

"Ah, Stiles! How are you, my dear boy?" Dmitry asked when Stiles and Talia entered the dining room and Stiles saw a man he hadn't met before. "This is my brother Peter and his lovely wife Clare. And these two ruffians are Alexandra and Michael, also known as Sasha and Misha." The adults nodded at Stiles while the two 6 year old twins grinned at him. They skipped over to him and he kneeled to look at them from their level.

"Are you really Derek's boyfriend?" Misha asked him and Stiles smiled.

"Yes, I am," he answered warmly.

"You'we pwitty!" Sasha said, and Stiles couldn't help but grin at the adorable speaking disorder Sasha seemed to have.

"You're waaay prettier than I am." He brushed his fingers through her hair and Sasha blushed heavily while Misha grinned.

"My sister is the prettiest girl in the world!" he said excitedly and Stiles grinned.

"She sure is! You'll have to watch out for her when you're older. Promise you'll do so?" Misha puffed up proudly while Sasha blushed even harder.

"Of course I will! No one will hurt my sister!"

Everyone laughed fondly at them while Stiles reached out at patted their heads. "I bet," he said and stood up.

"I need to go finish supper," Talia said.

"Can I help somehow?" Stiles asked and Talia smiled at him.

"No, darling. Why don't you go to Derek's room? It's the third room to the right on the second floor." Stiles nodded, smiled at Sasha and Misha and left the room.

"He is such a sweet young man," Clare commented and Peter nodded.

"Derek chose well," he agreed and Dmitry sighed.

"I am afraid that he is also in danger," he said and the two frowned at him in worry. "His mother is the human disowned daughter of Samuel Valdyr."

The other two exchanged worried glances. "She has been missing for the past 18 years, ever since she got married and had her first son. Alpha Valdyr started looking for her two or three years ago," Peter said and Dmitry nodded. "I also heard someone is after the child she gave birth to. Samuel's son hasn't been able to produce an heir. Her son is the only heir to a very, very old and very powerful Werewolf family," Peter added thoughtfully.

"I know. Genim's parents are coming for lunch tomorrow. I wanted to talk to them and offer them protection and sanctuary as the Alpha of the Hale Pack. Derek has fallen in love with Genim, and even though I see him rarely I know that Genim is just as much in love with Derek as my son is with him. I do not wish my son's heart to be broken because Genim's family needs to run away again," Dmitry said.

"You believe Genim is…"

"He is Derek's Mate. You weren't here for the full moon, so you don't know."

"He shifted completely?" Clare asked and Dmitry smiled proudly.

"Completely and painlessly. I do believe that come his birthday Derek will be ready to take my place whenever he chooses."

"Congratulations, my brother," Peter said and walked over to hug him. He chuckled once they parted, and clapped Dmitry' back. "You'll finally get that vacation you've always moaned about."

Dmitry laughed a boomingly, and Clare rolled her eyes at her husband. "I would have gotten my vacation much sooner had you agreed to take my place as Alpha when you came of age," Dmitry said and Peter shook his head.

"You know I am not Alpha material. Derek? Derek is a good young man with a good head on his shoulders. He'll lead our family just as good if not better than you have."

Dmitry smiled and nodded in thanks. "And he'll have you to advise him."

Peter hummed and clapped Dmitry's back. "I'll always be there for him, just like I have always been there for you. Always."

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Stiles sighed as he looked at the star covered sky.

Dinner was a funny event. He laughed so hard his face and stomach hurt.

He nuzzled tighter into the blanket and smiled wistfully. He wanted this to last forever.

He didn't want to leave Beacon Hills.

He didn't want to leave Derek.

He definitely didn't want to leave Derek.

The Werewolf's possibly the best thing that's happened in Stiles' life.

He squeezed his eyes tightly shut and pulled in on himself.

"Stiles?"

The human twitched and looked up at Derek.

The dark haired young man was standing in the doorway of the balcony attached to his room with two cups of a steaming liquid in his hands, and Derek's handsome face was marred with a worried frown.

"Hey," Stiles whispered and opened the blanket. "Come here."

Derek's frown deepened but he walked over to Stiles and took a seat beside him.

Stiles took the cups from him while Derek settled so that he was sitting behind Stiles with his long, strong legs on either side of the slightly smaller man. Derek wrapped the blanket around the both of them and took his cup from Stiles' hand to place it on the ground.

"What's wrong?" he asked when he rested his chin on Stiles' left shoulder.

Stiles nuzzled his cheek against Derek's and sighed. "Just thinking," he muttered.

"About what? I could smell sadness and fear rolling off of you."

Stiles sighed and nuzzled back against Derek. "It's just – I don't want to leave this place. I don't want to leave you."

Derek's eyes narrowed in confusion, and his heartbeat stuttered at the thought of Stiles leaving. "Why would you have to leave?" he asked and Stiles swallowed audibly.

He had yet to tell Derek the truth about why he was had been moving around so much.

"Stiles?" Derek called out to him warmly.

"Hm?"

"You know you can tell me everything, right?" Derek asked and Stiles' heart skipped a beat.

"I know."

"Then tell me what's bothering you. Please, I can't stand seeing you like this."

Stiles sighed and rested his head back on Derek's shoulder, while Derek hid his face in Stiles' neck. "I'm the last heir of the Valdyr family." Stiles whispered and Derek nodded. "My mother was disowned, but that means nothing since I carry my grandfather's blood in my veins. When he disowned my mother he didn't know his only son wouldn't produce an heir to the family."

Derek frowned at that.

"I've been running for as long as I can remember," Stiles spoke in a wavering voice. He was shivering in Derek's arms and the Werewolf hugged him tighter. "Mom and dad never found out who is chasing us, but after two close encounters when I was 6 or 7, dad learned the lesson. We've been running ever since then. The longest I spent anywhere was a year in Germany. For the past two years we weren't able to spend more than a month or two anywhere before they would appear."

"Who are they?"

Stiles' eyes widened when he heard Derek's voice. It was deeper and there was a low undertone of a threatening growl to it.

"Derek?"

"If they even think of trying to take you, I'll hunt them down and kill them," Derek pressed out through his teeth and hugged Stiles as tightly as he could without hurting his boyfriend. "You're not going anywhere unless you want to; I swear Gen. I'll fight whoever it takes. I swear."

Tears gathered in Stiles' eyes at Derek's words.

"Stiles?" Derek's voice went back to normal at the scent of tears. Stiles placed his cup on the ground and turned in Derek's arms. He laid his head on Derek's chest, just over the strong, beating heart, and fisted his left hand in Derek's shirt.

"Don't let them take me away, Derek," Stiles whispered and Derek's heart clenched.

"I won't, Gen," Derek swore and hugged Stiles again. "I won't."

cut

When John and Claudia came to the Hale property on that sunny Sunday they were welcomed by a sight they would probably remember for the rest of their lives.

Stiles was riding Derek's back with the hood of his red hoody pulled over his head. He was laughing as Derek ran all over the yard with him on his back and two 6 year olds were running after them laughing as well. What they assumed was the rest of the Hale family was a little further away gathered around a barbeque and a table already set up for lunch, big enough to fit at least 20 people.

"You must be Genim's parents."

They jumped around in shock when someone spoke from behind them. John barely stopped himself from gaping when he looked at the man standing in front of them.

"I can't believe this," Claudia murmured in a voice full of disbelief and John looked at her in surprise. "I can't believe I didn't make the connection!"

"Dia?" John asked weakly while the imposing man laughed.

"I am surprised you still remember me, Claudia. After all, you were barely 10 years old when we have last met," he said and looked at John. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Dmitry Hale; Alpha of the Hale Pack." John's mouth fell open. He first looked at Claudia and then at Dmitry. Then he looked at Derek and Stiles and then back and Dmitry.

"Well..." he gulped, "I guess that explains why your son can carry my son in a full run."

Dmitry laughed again while Claudia finally got over her shock. "Come. You must meet the rest of my family," Dmitry said and started to lead the way.

"John?" Claudia called out and John took a deep breath.

"My son is dating a Werewolf," he muttered and Claudia laughed breathlessly.

"Yeah. I just can't believe I didn't make the connection. Derek looks just like Dmitry when I had last seen him almost 35 years ago."

John's eyes bulged out and he hurried after his wife. "Just how old is he?" he hissed.

"He was 17 then. Do the math," Claudia drawled teasingly and John tripped over his own feet.

"Claudia, dear; I am so glad we're finally meeting each other." Talia walked over to them and hugged Claudia warmly. "I must commend both of you for raising such a beautiful young man. Stiles is such a darling," she said with a beautiful, wide smile.

"Thank you, erm…"

"I am Talia; Alpha Mate of the Hale Pack."

John and Claudia nodded.

"I am Peter, First Beta and this is my lovely wife, Clare." John shook hands with Peter and Clare before the two shook hands with Claudia. While they were introduced to everyone, Stiles and Derek finished the game of tag with the two youngest members of the Pack and came over to the large group of people, Werewolf and human alike.

"Mom! Dad! So glad you could make it!" Stiles hugged them both happily.

"Hey! Little Red!"

The three Stilinkis turned and Stiles grinned when he saw Laura walking towards them with a young man by her side. She broke into a run and grabbed Stiles around his waist only to spin him around with Stiles laughing loudly.

The sight and sound of that made Claudia grip John's right hand tightly with her left, and fist her right hand over her heart.

She has never Stiles this happy. Never.

"Put me down! Laura, put me down NOW!" Stiles snapped when Laura threw him over her shoulder and started carrying him over.

"Come on, Little Red! You're not afraid of a Big Bad Wolf, are ya?!" Laura teased.

"Laura!" Derek called out and she grinned at him. "Put him down! We're almost ready to eat." The man that came with Laura looked at John and Claudia making the two shiver, and he quickly looked at Laura again.

The young woman patted Stiles' ass and grinned a wolfy grin at Derek, while Stiles snapped at her to let him go.

"I don't think I will," Laura drawled. "I think I'll take him to the forest and have my wicked way with him."

"Laura!" Derek snapped just as Laura broke into a run with Stiles still over her shoulder and Derek chased after them, all three vanishing in the forest within seconds.

"Are they always so loud?" John asked and Dmitry clapped the human's back as the man that came with Laura walked over to them.

"No. Usually they are louder." John's eyes widened and he looked at Claudia who was giggling beside him. "Dennis. Good to see you again," Dmitry said, although Claudia noticed he wasn't as pleased the man was here as he sounded.

"It is my pleasure, Alpha Hale," Dennis said. He was a handsome man in his late thirties with chin long, dirty blond hair, and somewhat dull brown eyes. He was John's height, although he was a bit stronger around the shoulders.

"Dennis, these are John and Claudia Stilinski, the parents of the boy my dear daughter just kidnapped," Dmitry did the introductions.

Talia chose that moment to walk over offering a calming smile to everyone. "Dennis, why don't you take a seat? John, Claudia, come on. Lunch is ready."

"What about…."

"LAURA! DEREK! LUNCH IS READY!" The two were shocked when Talia shouted in the direction of the forest. For such a beautiful, demure looking woman she sure had a strong pair of lungs.

Not a minute later Laura ran out of the forest with a big grin on her face. Derek followed after her with Stiles on his back again.

"This was fun!" Laura cheered. "I'm Laura by the way." She offered her hand to John. He accepted it, before Laura moved on to Claudia. "Now I know who you got your looks from, Little Red!" she called out to Stiles who hned and turned his head away from her.

"I said I'm not talking to you!" Stiles snapped.

"Aw! Don't be such a meany!" Laura pouted and skipped over to Stiles who took a seat beside Derek. The dark haired teen was obviously trying not to laugh.

Laura kneeled to the left of Stiles' chair and looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. "Stiles?" she poked his shoulder, "Stiles? Stiles? Stiles? Stiles? St…"

"Oh my god, what are you - FOUR!" Stiles snapped and Laura grinned at him.

"No! I'm five!" Laura took a seat at the table leaving two places free between herself and Stiles. John and Claudia walked over and took their seats. John frowned when he caught Dennis looking at Stiles with a contemplative gaze.

"What do you think, dad?"

John looked at Stiles when his son leaned close to him and whispered in his ear. The look in his son's eyes was so full of hope that John's heart clenched. He smiled at him and kissed his forehead. "I think you've hit the Jackpot, son." And the smile Stiles gifted him with was more beautiful than anything John has ever seen in his life.

cut

"Claudia? John? Would you please come with me?"

The two looked at Dmitry. "Sure," John said.

"Peter? Join us."

John and Claudia exchanged a glance before they followed after the two Werewolves.

Dmitry led them into what was probably his study and offered them drinks. Once they were all seated with their drinks of choice in their hands, Dmitry sighed and looked at Claudia. "Claudia, you cannot believe how sorry I was when I heard what your father did to you. I can see that John is a wonderful man. Why he couldn't see that is beyond my comprehension."

Claudia smiled at him sadly and took John's right hand between hers. "Thank you, Dmitry. Hearing this from you offers me some comfort," she said and Dmitry nodded.

"I didn't call you in here for that though." John and Claudia frowned while Peter simply looked at them. "I know that Claudia is familiar with the dynamics of a Pack, and the ways of the Werewolves. How about you, John?"

John frowned and shifted in his seat. "Claudia told me everything she knew," he said and Dmitry smiled at them, although his eyes were sad.

"Then you understand what it means for a Werewolf, especially a future Alpha Werewolf to find his Mate, correct?"

John frowned at first and then his eyes widened in shock. "Derek and Stiles..."

"That is correct. Derek managed a full, painless shifting during the last Full Moon, which means he found his Anchor; his Mate."

"John..." Claudia gasped and looked at him with wide, hope-filled eyes.

"Easy, Claudia," Dmitry calmed and looked at his brother.

"We know someone is after you," Peter said. "I also heard that your father, Alpha Valdyr started looking for you a few years back. We didn't inform him that you are here so you do not have to worry about that. But there is something we want for you to consider."

"18 years ago you disappeared off the charts. Had you not come here I wouldn't know where you are still," Dmitry said and smiled at Claudia in a gentle, fatherly way. "We assume that you have been on the run all this time."

John and Claudia nodded. "We have. We don't know who's after us. All we know is to read the signs of when they're getting close. Every time we'd pack up and leave again," John spoke in a strained voice.

"John is a policeman so he has access to a lot of documents," Claudia said and smiled weakly at her husband. "One of the reasons we managed to remain hidden for so long is because of that, but for as long as they keep finding us we won't be able to live in peace."

"And that is exactly why I called you here," Dmitry declared. "You must have noticed that our sons are very much in love with one another. I would hate to have either of their hearts broken because you had to run again." Claudia's eyes widened and John frowned. "What I'm offering you is protection and sanctuary under the Hale Pack."

"Dmitry, I – Do you know what that means?" Claudia asked and looked at John.

"I don't," John said and looked at Dmitry and Peter.

"We are a big Pack, and an old one," Peter explained. "The Alpha of the Hale Pack has been a member of the Alpha Pack for over 400 years now. To be under our protection and being offered sanctuary from an Alpha who is a member of the Alpha Pack, means having every single Pack in the world that has a contract with us being there to protect you." John's breath hitched in his throat and Claudia's eyes filled with tears.

"But my father disowned me…"

"That means little to me," Dmitry interrupted her. "I don't know why he's looking for you, but for as long as you're under my protection he will not be able to harm you, your husband or your son. It would mean a declaration of war, and although it saddens me to say this, everyone knows that the Valdyr Pack has grown too weak to stand against anyone."

Claudia closed her eyes and a few tears trailed down her cheeks before she raised her head and looked at John. "This isn't only my decision to make," she said and John frowned.

"Would my son be safe?" John looked at Dmitry. "It is obvious that I cannot protect him," he drawled bitterly.

"You have kept Genim alive for 17 years," Peter said and John looked at him. "You kept your wife and your son safe for a very long time, John. You've done a great job."

"You've protected them until now. Had I found you sooner I would have made you the same offer," Dmitry said and John gulped.

"He would be protected? My son would be safe?"

"By Derek's side?" Peter chuckled and looked at Dmitry. "Knowing my dear nephew your son is safer than being in the middle of a military base."

"Derek is a very passionate young man," Dmitry added. "Since my two older sons aren't Werewolves, and they don't want the Bite, and my daughter Laura doesn't want to be an Alpha, Derek has been raised since he was very young to be a leader. He is very protective and almost possessive of what he sees as his. Genim is safe with him. I shall contact other Packs that hold a contract of peace with us and ask them to keep their eyes and ears open," he said and stood up. "I think we should…"

"Dad! You need to come quickly!" Laura ran in the room, eyes wide with shock and fear, and traces of rage.

"What happened?!" Dmitry rushed out of the room closely followed by Laura, Peter, Claudia and John.

"I don't know! It was Dennis! You were right! You were fucking right!" Laura raged as they ran out of the house. The human members of the Pack were on the porch with Jared and Caleb in front of them, each holding a gun. Talia was holding onto Stiles who was going through a panic attack, and Clare and Derek were nowhere to be found.

"What happened?" Peter asked as he sniffed the air.

"The poor child..." Talia whispered. "Dennis. He is a Kanima." Dmitry frowned and looked at Peter. "Derek and Clare gave chase to him."

"I'm going after them," Peter said, shifted in the blink of an eye and vanished into the forest.

"Gen?" Claudia and John ran over to Stiles and hugged him while Talia walked over to Dmitry.

"I didn't know!" Laura was looking at Stiles with tears streaming down her cheeks. "I swear! I swear I didn't know he was…"

"You couldn't have known." Dmitry pulled his daughter into a reassuring, comforting hug. "No one was hurt?"

"No. Clare and Derek reacted in time," Jared said. "The Kanima seemed to aim for Genim."

"It didn't look like he wanted to hurt him," Caleb took over for his twin. "He tried to take him away."

Sasha and Misha whimpered and hugged each other tightly while everyone else looked into the darkness of the forest when an angry, rage filled howl echoed through the night.

"Derek?" Stiles whimpered and raised his head.

"You three will spend the night here," Dmitry said. "Until I arrange with Derek and his friends a way to protect Genim at all times, you three should stay here."

"Whatever it takes." John met Dmitry's eyes. "Just help me protect my family."

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Derek stormed into the house with Peter and Clare behind him. His face was a mask of pure rage.

"Derek!"

He stopped when his mother came out of the living room and showed him to be quiet.

"Where is father?" Derek pressed out through his teeth.

"He is with Laura. She was beyond distressed. Claudia and John are in a guest room. We barely managed to convince them to go to sleep. Clare, Peter; Sasha and Misha are with Stiles," Talia said and the three exchanged glances.

"It can wait until morning," Peter spoke up first. "Whoever is controlling the Kanima will not try again tonight. It takes a lot to control a human being." While the others nodded at Peter, Derek made his way into the living room.

He felt his rage pull back into the corners of his mind when he came upon Stiles on the couch with Sasha and Misha in front of him, and his right arm resting protectively over them.

"Stiles had a panic attack when you ran after the Kanima," Talia whispered so lowly only a Werewolf could catch it.

Derek cursed under his breath and silently walked over to the couch. "Sasha? Misha?" he called gently and the two opened their eyes. Clare and Peter came over to take them, but the moment they tried Stiles woke up with a start and grabbed Peter's hand in a vice grip. Peter frowned when Stiles' eyes glowed orange for a second.

"I'm sorry," Stiles whispered apologetically when he realized Peter wasn't an enemy.

"It's alright," Clare assured him and took Sasha into her arms.

Peter took Misha and smiled at Stiles. "Get some rest, Genim," he murmured and Stiles nodded tiredly.

Once the two were gone Stiles looked at Derek. The Werewolf thought Stiles would start lecturing him for leaving him. He was surprised when Stiles raised his arms towards him, eyes glimmering with tears.

"Take him to your room," Talia whispered under her breath. "Comfort him. You're not going to school tomorrow. We have much to discuss," with that she vanished. Derek gathered Stiles into his arms and settled so that Stiles rested in his lap completely.

They were silent for a long while.

"I thought it would hurt you," Stiles whispered and Derek frowned.

"What?"

"For the first time in my life I wasn't afraid of it taking me. I was more afraid of it hurting someone than taking me."

Derek heard the moment Stiles' heart started picking up speed. "Damn it..."

"When you ran after it..." Stiles' voice broke and Derek hugged him tightly.

"Listen to me, Stiles," Derek spoke firmly. "I'm fine. You're fine. No one got hurt. He didn't take you, and he won't take you for as long as I draw breath."

"I'll have to leave now! We'll have to…"

"You're not going anywhere. I'll protect you, Genim, I swear. We'll find out who's chasing you and why. I swear you'll be free of it. I promise."

Stiles choked out a sob and pushed himself as close to Derek as he could. Derek held him close, patting his head and whispering words of reassurance and comfort.

When Stiles fell asleep, Derek picked him up and carried him into his room. He laid Stiles on the bed before he took off his shoes and jacket, and joined him. Stiles rolled over in his sleep and buried his face in Derek's chest, and Derek felt as though a steel hand gripped his heart. He closed his eyes and hugged Stiles protectively.

"Nothing and no one will hurt you. I swear. Nothing and no one."

cut

Stiles looked over his shoulder again and Erica sighed.

"Stiles, please. Do you really think I'd let anything happen to you? Derek would rip my throat out. With his teeth," she said and shivered, and Stiles gifted her with a small smile.

"I'm sorry," he apologized weakly. "I just – I can't relax, you know." Erica offered him an understanding smile. "Anyway. You were telling me about how you became a Werewolf."

Erica rolled her eyes. "Nice change of subject," she drawled and Stiles shrugged.

"I'm really interested."

Erica smiled at him in understanding and shrugged. "I had these really bad epileptic seizures. Derek and I weren't close at that time. I wasn't close to anyone because for some reason people think epilepsy is contagious." Stiles snorted while Erica rolled her eyes. "Derek found me after one really bad seizure. He brought me to the hospital. I guess he heard it when my nurse said that my heart has grown weak because of a genetically inherited heart disease, and that I probably wouldn't survive for long. He talked with his dad and he agreed to give me the Bite."

"What about Isaac?" Stiles asked.

"He was in a car accident with his dad. His dad drank a lot. He drank a bit too much, and they crashed. Derek's father was nearby. Isaac was close to dying, and his father was already dead. At that point it didn't matter that the Bite could have killed him just as easily. Isaac would have never reached the hospital in time, so Alpha Dmitry bit him, and here we are."

"Does Boyd want the bite?"

Erica shrugged at that. "I don't know. You'll have to ask him that."

Stiles nodded and sighed. He looked at his wristwatch before he rubbed his forehead.

"If you're not feeling well you should go back to the Hale house," Erica suggested and Stiles sighed. "I'll be happy to take you there."

"I don't know. I'm trying to go on with my life, but I'm…"

"Stiles, no one is expecting that from you," Erica interrupted him, and Stiles looked at her with a small confused frown. "Damn it, if it were me I'd probably lock myself in my room and wouldn't come out until whoever it is that's trying to get me is caught and killed."

Stiles snorted and shook his head. "I can't do that."

"But you can take it easy," Erica said. "Come on. I'll take you home."

Stiles sighed and looked around. "You know what, you don't have to. Derek will be done with classes in half an hour either way. I'll go home with him."

Erica smiled and nodded. "Do you want to go to the cafeteria? I heard they have these new curly fries."

Stiles chuckled. "Sure."

Erica smiled at him and threw her left arm over his shoulders. "Everything will work out just fine, Stiles. You just wait and see. Everything will work out just fine."

cut

Derek walked into his room and a small smile tilted his lips when he found Stiles asleep in their bed. Derek has already gotten used to having Stiles there with him when he fell asleep. He has already gotten used to waking up beside him.

His room smelled of Stiles.

His clothes carried Stiles' scent.

Just about everything in Derek's life focused on Stiles, and he couldn't find a single complaining bone in his body.

He took a seat on the bed and almost immediately Stiles rolled over towards him.

"Hey there," Derek spoke and Stiles opened his eyes slowly.

"Hey," he said and wiggled his right index finger. Derek chuckled and bowed down to kiss him. "How was school for you?" Stiles asked while Derek toed off his shoes and took a seat on the bed. Stiles stretched before he pushed himself up.

Derek raised his right arm and Stiles snuggled against his side with his left arm thrown over Derek's stomach. "My phone went missing," Derek muttered and Stiles looked up at him.

"Did you check at the pool?"

"I checked everywhere," Derek stressed out and Stiles frowned. "Someone probably stole it."

Stiles hummed. "You don't sound worried."

Derek shrugged. "I have bigger things to worry about," he said and Stiles sighed.

"I know. I'm s…"

"Don't say it," Derek said and kissed the crown of Stiles' head. "I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't love you. I'm doing this because I want you beside me. I want you safe. I want you happy, not afraid and worried all the time."

"I smell that bad?" Stiles tried to joke.

Derek snorted and hugged Stiles close. "Hush."

Stiles laughed and tucked his head under Derek's chin. "Alright, Big Bad," Stiles said and Derek smiled.

"Rest some more. We don' have anything urgent to take care of."

Stiles sighed. "I don't know why I'm so tried all the time," he muttered.

"You're stressed. It has to manifest somehow. Better tiredness than panic attacks."

Stiles snorted and closed his eyes. "Yeah. In any case it's better than panic attacks."

cut

Stiles, please meet me at the pool tonight.
I need to show you something.
Derek

Stiles looked at the message on his phone.

Why would Derek ask of him to meet him by the pool?

Sure, Derek said they'd have practice the whole day today because the coach was all hyped up on going to the competition after Christmas, but they would see each other at home.

"What is it?" Scott asked. He and Isaac were Stiles' bodyguards for the day.

"Derek sent me a text," Stiles muttered. "He told me to meet up with him by the pool tonight."

"Whose phone number is this?" Isaac asked.

"I have no idea." Stiles put his phone back in his pocket. "Maybe he borrowed it from someone on the team."

"Did he tell you to come alone?" Scott asked and Stiles shook his head.

"No."

"We'll go with you then. If needed we'll go away," Isaac said and Stiles nodded, although he was still frowning.

There was no obvious reason for Derek to call him to the pool.

"Stiles?" Scott called.

"It's nothing. Just thinking," Stiles said and his two friends exchanged glances.

"Do you want me to go and try to find him?" Scott asked.

"No. I don't want you to interrupt his practice," Stiles answered. "We'll just meet up later."

'And this surprise better be a good one.'

cut

Stiles, Scott and Isaac entered the school quietly. Night has fallen already and all three of them were uncomfortable and slightly apprehensive for breaking into the school at night.

"Derek so owes me for this," Isaac muttered and Stiles laughed quietly.

"I never took him for a rule breaker," Scott muttered. "Although this surprise is quite romantic."

Stiles snickered while Isaac raised an eyebrow at his boyfriend. "Then should I prepare a surprise for you that involves a lot of rule breaking?"

Scott scoffed. "No way. Mom would kill me."

Stiles and Isaac snickered at him as they took a turn towards the pool. "How is your mom anyway, Scott?" Stiles asked. He and Isaac stopped when they received no answer.

"Scott?" Isaac called out in rising panic. "I heard nothing!" he murmured and grabbed Stiles' arm as they looked around in panic.

"Neither did I."

In that moment Isaac gasped and Stiles looked at him. "Isaac, your neck!" Stiles snapped when he saw a small cut on Isaac's neck.

"Damn it!" Isaac bit out and would have fallen had Stiles not caught him. "I can't move!" A hiss made the both of them look up only to see the Kanima on the other end of the hallway. "Stiles, run!" Isaac hissed. "RUN!"

Stiles broke into a run, the Kanima nipping at his heels. 'Water! He's afraid of water! I need to get to the pool!" Stiles thought, running as fast as his legs could carry him.

He almost laughed in relief when he finally ran into the pool room only to stop and lose his breath when he found someone there.

Someone that wasn't Derek.

Someone Stiles didn't know.

Someone Stiles has feared his whole life.

"Hello, nephew." The man said. He was a sickly looking man, but he looked intimidating never the less. His skin was pale, his cheeks indrawn and he looked weak and tired, but his cinnamon eyes, eyes that would carry an uncanny resemblance to Stiles' were they not filled with insanity, looked very much alive.

"Nephew?" Stiles asked weakly. He turned quickly on his heel when he heard something land behind him and came face to face with the Kanima. The man chuckled and Stiles turned to look at him again.

"How rude of me. We were never introduced." He smiled. "I am Gabriel Valdyr, your Uncle."

Stiles swallowed and shifted his weight. "Why are you doing this?" he whispered. "Why are you…"

"Why?" Gabriel asked. "You are my nephew, Genim. Aren't I allowed to be part of your life?" The man said, trying to sound hurt. In Stiles' humble opinion he only sounded more insane. "My dear sister shouldn't have been so foolish as to run for so many years. I would have allowed her to see you occasionally."

Stiles frowned. "What do you want with me?"

"You are the last heir of our line, Genim! Your place is within our Pack! You should have been my son, not hers!" Gabriel's eyes shone insanely, "I was supposed to grant an heir to the Pack, not my stupid, human, disowned sister!" he roared and Stiles winced.

He could feel the beginnings of a panic attack, but tried his best to stay calm. The Kanima venom didn't last forever. If he managed to buy enough time for Isaac to shake off the effect and howl for help, someone would come.

Derek would surely come.

"So when I realized I couldn't and I knew Claudia gave birth to a son, I knew what I had to do. I need you, Genim. Your Pack needs you. Werewolves are a dying race. You are a born Alpha Mate." Gabriel's eyes turned blue and he grinned. "You are perfect in every sense of the word."

Stiles' breath hitched in his throat. He knew about natural selection. He knew what it meant when a Man was chosen to be an Alpha Mate. He knew that he wouldn't be able to be Derek's Mate if that would mean the end of another powerful line of Werewolves. "But - but why? Why are you doing this? Why couldn't you just…"

"Because my father is a stupid old man who cares too much for tradition!" Gabriel snapped and the Kanima hissed, making Stiles tense up and his heart start beating quicker. "18 years ago when I told him I wouldn't be able to produce an heir to the family - do you know what he told me? He said he would find another way! I told him to bring Claudia back! I told him to force her to accept the Bite! I told him to force her to give birth to more children! He refused! He told me it was my own fault!" he screamed and the hall echoed with his rage filled voice.

Stiles would have recoiled had the Kanima not hissed at him from behind.

"So I thought of something else. I knew that the child Claudia would give birth to would be powerful. I knew the destiny her child would have. I heard of several such cases in the past 40 years, and I knew you would be special, Genim. So I decided to take you. I decided to make. You. Mine."

Stiles felt bile rise in his throat. He turned quickly on his heel when the Kanima hissed at him in glee.

"I've even acquired him to help me with my plan. He's the one who's been tracking you all these years, and now finally you're mine." Stiles swallowed over the lump of fear in his throat and turned to face Gabriel.

"Well, I'm afraid you're a bit late," his voice was wavering and breaking, but Stiles stood tall, and Gabriel frowned. "I already belong to someone."

Gabriel growled lowly, his eyes flashing blue for a moment. "Ah, that Hale boy," he bit out. "Lucky for me, he has yet to claim you."

Stiles paled even more. His mind was going blank with fear and panic, and he tried so, so hard not to show it, but he knew the mad Werewolf could hear the frantic beating of his heart, and smell the fear and panic rolling off of Stiles in waves.

"I will never come with you willingly," Stiles pressed out through his teeth. "I'll never be yours, you demented son of a…"

"My dear, dear boy." Gabriel interrupted him, and his lips stretched into a maniacal grin. "Whoever said you needed to be willing?"

The Kanima hissed and Stiles knew his time was up.

In the next moment a loud roar shook the school and all three of them tensed up.

"What in the..." Gabriel's curse was interrupted by the door to the pool being slammed open.

"Derek..." Stiles breathed out in relief at the sight of the half transformed Werewolf. He yelped and struggled when Gabriel grabbed him from behind and the Kanima turned to attack Derek.

"Let him go!" Derek roared and Gabriel laughed insanely.

"Finders – keepers, kiddo!" he shouted over to Derek, and the Kanima attacked the young Beta while Gabriel started dragging Stiles away.

"Let me go! Let me go, you insane motherfucking MANIAC!" Stiles managed to elbow the man into his ribs and stepped with all his weight on Gabriel's foot.

"You little BRAT!"

Stiles broke into a run and Derek ran towards him. "Derek, watch out!"

In that moment the Kanima attacked Derek from behind, and the Werewolf roared in pain. The effects of the venom started working almost immediately and Stiles caught him before Derek hit the ground.

"Run, Stiles!" Derek grunted while Stiles looked first at Gabriel and then at the Kanima.

"I'm not leaving you," he hissed weighing his options. Derek was getting heavier and heavier as the effect of the venom spread, and Stiles looked at the pool right behind him. "Screw it all," he growled and pushed Derek into the pool, immediately jumping after him. He grabbed Derek and pulled him up, swimming to the middle of the pool, hearing the Kanima hiss and spit, and Gabriel curse in rage.

"You can't stay in the water forever, Genim!"

Stiles struggled to keep himself and Derek above water. "No!" he called out, "But I can hold on until someone comes looking, and trust me they will."

Gabriel glared at him and growled. The Kanima was circling the huge Olympic pool, but its fear of water stopped it from reaching them, just like it stopped Gabriel.

"I will get you, Genim. I swear to you. You will be mine."

And in a second Gabriel was gone.

"Damn it," Stiles muttered and took a better grip of Derek.

"Are you alright? Did he hurt you?" Derek asked.

"No. I'm fine," Stiles answered

"I'm sorry. I said I'd protect you…"

"Don't you even dare! I got a message, and I came with Scott and Isaac just in case it wasn't you," Stiles interrupted Derek. "If it was anyone's fault it was mine for coming."

"You couldn't know it wasn't me," Derek said. He sunk a bit as Stiles lost his grip on him, and spit out the water he swallowed when Stiles pulled him up again. "Stiles, you'll freeze in here if someone doesn't come."

"I can't risk getting out of here, Derek. They could be waiting somewhere for all we know."

"Stiles…"

"I don't care, damn it! You're paralyzed from neck down in 8 feet of fucking water! I'm not leaving you to drown here! The venom stops working in 3 hours max! Isaac and Scott are somewhere in this school…"

"What if they…"

"They are alive," Stiles bit out. "Gabriel may be insane but wouldn't dare go against a Pack as strong as yours. He just wants…"

"What, Stiles?" Derek asked when Stiles swallowed the rest of the sentence. Even though Derek was paralyzed he could feel the straining of Stiles' muscles. He could hear the frantic beating of Stiles' heart. "What does he want?"

"Me," Stiles hissed. "He wants me."

"Why?" Derek asked and Stiles laughed dryly. His grip slipped again and they dove under water.

Stiles wrapped his arms around Derek's chest and pulled them up. They broke surface trying to breathe in enough air. "Damn it, you're heavy," Stiles gasped.

"Stiles, what does he want you for?"

"I'm a born Alpha Mate," Stiles said, knowing that Derek knew what that meant. He knew that if Derek wasn't paralyzed he would tense up.

"Don't tell me…"

"Yeah. Incest is the best, isn't it?" Stiles said, trying to joke a bit, but Derek heard the breaking of Stiles' voice that had nothing to do with the cold water or the situation they were in.

"Stiles…"

"Don't..." Stiles whispered. Derek felt Stiles rest his head against the back of Derek's.

The Werewolf cursed the water because it clogged his scent a bit, because he knew - he just knew Stiles was crying, and he cursed everything again.

"Please. You're doing the best you can, Derek. You can't solve this over night. At least – At least we now know who we're fighting against, so please, please don't blame yourself for this."

Derek swallowed and nodded to the best of his abilities. "We'll get through this, Stiles. I swear to you. We'll get through this." Derek felt Stiles kiss his right ear and tighten his arms around his chest.

"I know, Derek. I know."

"Stiles! Derek!"

The doors were slammed open and Scott ran in.

"Scott! Be careful! We don't know if they're here or not!" Stiles shouted as Scott ran over to the pool and looked around frantically.

"What are you doing in there?" Scott asked.

"The Kanima is afraid of water. He got Derek. He's paralyzed." Scott nodded. "How come you aren't…"

"The Kanima didn't paralyze me. He just hit me over the head. Probably because I'm only human," Scott said. "Can you come over? Dmitry and Peter are on their way here."

"Erm..." Stiles winced. "Scott, I need you to get in." Panic filled Stiles' voice, and Derek felt the shivering of his arms, knowing that Stiles was on the brink of a panic attack.

"Stiles…"

"GET IN!" Stiles screamed just as his grip on Derek grew lax and both of them went under.

In the next moment Derek felt someone grab his shoulder and he was pulled up.

"Genim! Derek!"

They heard two splashes, and Stiles felt strong arms wrap themselves around his chest just as he lost consciousness.

cut

"I can't believe it. My own brother?"

Stiles heard voices from the edges of consciousness. He felt a hand constantly patting his head. He was warm, overly warm. His head was aching, his eyes hurt and his throat was raw. He tried to open his eyes, but it felt like someone glued his eyelids together with superglue.

"Easy." Derek's voice came from very close, and Stiles realized that he was lying in Derek's arms. He felt Derek kiss his burning forehead and some of the tension in his body vanished.

Stiles opened his eyes and looked up at Derek's blurry face. "D'rek?" he whispered and started coughing immediately, his body cramping up.

"Damn it," Derek cursed and a minute later, Stiles felt something cold against his forehead. He moaned and opened his eyes.

"Easy, baby," Claudia whispered. "You're really sick."

"What happened?" Stiles choked out after Derek helped him drink some water.

"Dmitry and Peter arrived just in time. Scott wouldn't be able to hold the both of you above water." John's voice came from above Stiles' head and the teen tilted his head back to look at him. "How are you feeling, son?"

"Like I could sleep for the next decade," he muttered, closed his eyes, and rested his head on Derek's right shoulder.

"Now we know who we're fighting against," Dmitry spoke up. "This will be handled quickly. Gabriel still belongs to the Valdyr Pack. This was a direct declaration of war. I informed the Alphas of the Alpha Pack. Alpha Valdyr is on his way here, as well as Alpha Deucalion, Alpha Kali, Alpha Ennis, Alpha Ethan and Alpha Aiden. Erica and Isaac are in the room next door."

"Will it really be over soon?" Claudia asked.

"It will be," Peter said.

At this point Stiles was falling asleep again. He felt a pair of lips against his forehead, and he relaxed when the pain in his limbs disappeared almost completely.

"Sleep, Gen," Derek whispered, and Stiles had no strength left in him to fight.

"You did a good job, son," John said and placed his hand on Derek's shoulder.

Derek looked up at him and snorted. "I didn't. If I did Stiles wouldn't have been there to begin with."

"He told us you sent him a message, Derek," Claudia said. "Since your phone is gone we couldn't check. Scott and Isaac went with him. We took all precautions we could."

"I think I've never seen anyone shift and run as fast as you did, my dear nephew," Peter said with a small smirk and Derek snorted.

His eyes were focused on Stiles' sleeping face. The younger teen was wrapped in several blankets and Derek was holding Stiles in his arms like one would hold a small child. Derek was holding Stiles to his chest so protectively and looking at him with so much tenderness and protectiveness that it left everyone quite breathless.

"I should have been able to protect him. He shouldn't have been forced to jump into cold water to save both of us," Derek muttered.

"You can't expect of him to wait for you to always save the day," Claudia smiled and Derek looked at her. "I know you want to protect him, but you have to understand that you won't always be there. We've learned that the hard way," Claudia said and looked at John.

"Did he tell you about his first panic attack?" John asked and took a seat on the couch beside Derek before he raised Stiles' legs and placed them in his lap.

"No. We never talked about them," Derek said.

"He had his first panic attack when he was 11," Claudia remembered. "We were in Sidney at that time. John caught on the fact that my..." she stopped, closed her eyes and swallowed difficultly. "My brother had found us. John went to quit his job while I packed everything. Stiles was in the living room of our house. He heard something in the back yard and thought it was an animal. I wasn't close and he got out. I heard him scream and ran after him. The Kanima paralyzed me and I fell into the artificial pond that we had in our back yard."

She smiled at Stiles' sleeping form and reached up to caress his cheek lovingly with the back of her fingers.

"My little boy. My angel," she whispered. "He jumped into the pond. It wasn't all that deep, maybe half a meter. He grabbed me around my chest with his strong little arms and held my head above water. He didn't run. He didn't hide. He was afraid, so very afraid, but he stayed with me. That was when we realized the Kanima was afraid of water. The Kanima ran away when John came home. Stiles had a panic attack after John pulled us both out of water. How I didn't make the connection, I will never know," she spoke through tears. "My brother's been afraid of water ever since I can remember. Why didn't I…"

"You couldn't have known. Millions of people are afraid of water," Peter said and Claudia nodded.

"I know, but…"

"Forget it, Claudia," Dmitry said. "You are safe now. Word spread out that you are under my protection. He made a mistake by coming out."

"What is he thinking anyway?" Peter muttered.

"I don't care," Derek growled. They looked at him and gaped when they saw that his eyes were yellow and that he was close to shifting.

Dmitry's eyes brows met the line of his hair when he felt a strange pull, and his son's eyes received an orange tint.

"All I know is that he's not touching Stiles ever again."

John placed his hand on Derek's shoulder. "We'll all protect him," John spoke firmly. "You'll come with me to the station tomorrow and we'll make a photo-robot. We'll involve everyone. I don't care if I have to call in favors from around the world, but now that we know who's behind all this, he won't come close enough to harm anyone again."

Derek nodded and kissed Stiles' burning forehead. 'He won't get you, Stiles. I swear to you. He won't touch you ever again.'

cut

"Hey there, Little Red."

Stiles looked up and smiled at Laura. She stood in the doorway of his and Derek's room with a small hesitant smile on her face.

"Hey," Stiles answered in a broken, strained voice, and Laura looked at him with an apologizing expression.

"You don't sound all that good," she said and walked into his room.

Stiles smiled and patted the place to his right on the comfortable bed. "I'm getting there." Laura took a seat beside him with her head bowed. She was fiddling with the hem of her shirt and avoiding looking into his eyes. "Laura?" he realized she was crying when she looked up at him.

"I'm so sorry, Stiles," she gasped and Stiles' heart broke. He pushed himself up and wrapped his arms around her in a loving hug. She hugged him back tightly and buried her face into his neck. "I'm so sorry. I just – I really liked him! I thought he was good! I noticed he was a bit strange, but I thought he was just shy around a lot of people! I didn't mean…"

"Hush! Hush! It's okay!" Stiles spoke as he brushed his fingers through her long, raven black hair. "It wasn't your fault! And hey, at least now we know who's been after me all these years." He pulled back a little, cupped her face and wiped her tears away with his thumbs. "Don't blame yourself for anything, okay?" Laura gifted him with a watery smile and nodded. Stiles smiled at her, and lied back down, sighing in relaxation.

"Derek's really lucky to have you, you know?" she asked and Stiles snorted.

"I don't exactly consider being paralyzed in 8 feet of water lucky," he muttered and Laura laughed.

"You were with him, weren't you? He came in time to stop your Uncle from taking you. You were there to save the both of you when the Kanima managed to paralyze Derek."

Stiles smiled, and both looked up when they heard footsteps and found Caleb in the doorway. "Hello there, future-brother-in-law!" he greeted and grinned at Stiles.

"Hello," Stiles said and coughed, making Caleb wince.

"I'll just stay here. Don't want to catch that nasty cough from you." he teased and Stiles glared at Caleb.

"Prick," he muttered and Laura snickered.

"You know you love us." Stiles rolled his eyes.

"Father wants us in the living room, Laura," Caleb said and Laura nodded and stood up after she kissed Stiles' forehead.

"Get some more rest, Little Red. Would you mind if we sent Sasha and Misha over to you?"

"I don't want them to get sick," Stiles worried.

"Misha is a Werewolf, and you don't have to worry about Sasha. Even though she's human, she's pretty strong," Laura said.

"Bring them in then. At least I won't be bored," Stiles smiled brightly.

Caleb had to jump to the side when the two ran into the room. "Stiles! Stiles! You won't believe what happened yesterday!"

"What happened?"

Laura and Caleb closed the door of Stiles' room to Misha talking the teen's ears off.

"Derek's lucky," Laura commented and Caleb raised an eyebrow at her.

"Do I hear a note of jealousy in your voice, dear sister?"

"Who in their right mind wouldn't be jealous? They love each other, that much's obvious. I keep wondering if I'll ever find something like that."

Caleb hummed and threw an arm around Laura's shoulders. "You will, sis," he said and Laura smiled at him. "I'm sure you will."

cut

"You called us, father?" Caleb said as he and Laura entered the living room. All the adults of the family were there, together with Derek's friends, both human and Werewolf.

"Yes. We will soon receive guests. Other Alphas of the Alpha Pack should be here tonight, and Alpha Samuel Valdyr will be here tomorrow at noon," Dmitry said and John hugged Claudia tighter at his words.

"We must organize ourselves," Peter said.

"Someone must be with Stiles at all times," Derek spoke up and Dmitry nodded. "That's where we come in." Derek looked at Isaac, Scott, Erica and Boyd. "Scott, you'll need to tell your mom you'll spend a few days here."

"Already done," Scott said and Derek awarded him with a small smile.

"Good."

"Another thing," Scott said and looked at Isaac, and then at Dmitry. "When Isaac and I started dating you offered me the Bite."

Dmitry smiled at him. "The offer still stands, Scott. We will be proud to have you in our Pack."

Scott nodded. "The first chance you get then."

Dmitry bowed his head at Scott in agreement. "When the Alphas arrive, we'll hold a meeting in the living room. I have no doubt they will want to see Genim, but if he won't be feeling well, they will just have to bear with it," Dmitry said and Derek nodded.

"I think he will want to come down, if not today then tomorrow for sure."

"Will more be coming?" Jared asked.

"No, but there are a few Betas from the Breda, Smith and Lupin Packs that are in nearby towns just in case they're needed," Peter informed everyone.

"Will more be coming with Alpha Valdyr?" Laura asked.

"Yes. Two of his Betas are coming with him and his son's mate as well," Dmitry said.

"Then they don't pose as a problem," Derek concluded.

"Isaac and Erica, you two will go with Laura to guard our borders. Derek, Jared and Caleb will stay here. If you see anything at all, howl," Dmitry instructed. "Boyd, you know how to wield a gun?"

"Jared taught me," Boyd said.

"And he's damn good," Jared grinned while Boyd smirked.

"You'll get one then. You and Scott will be close to Stiles at all times. I trust the other Alphas, but one can never be too careful," Dmitry said and the two nodded.

"Talia needs to be with Dmitry, but Clare will always be close to you. Misha and Sasha will be sent to Melanie and Richard after this meeting's over. Sven and Sonya, their son and daughter are Werewolves. They'll be safe there," Peter said to Scott and Boyd, and the two nodded.

"John, Claudia, you two will need to be with Dmitry and me," Talia said.

"As long as Stiles is safe," John agreed.

"We won't leave his side," Scott assured him and Boyd nodded.

"He'll be safe," the dark teen promised, and John and Claudia smiled at them.

"Is that all?" Derek asked.

"They'll want to meet you since you're my heir," Dmitry warned and Derek nodded.

"I'll be ready to meet them then."

"And Derek?" Derek looked at his father, confused because of the grave tone of Dmitry's voice. "I have no doubt that they'll want to test you. The Werewolves are a dying race. In the past 40 years we've had at least 7 cases of a male Alpha Mate, and more often than not if the Alpha didn't pass the test the Mate would be given to another, stronger Alpha."

Derek's eyes darkened and a growl rumbled in his chest. "Stiles isn't going anywhere. I'll pass whatever test they have in mind," he pressed out through his teeth and his eyes shone orange. "Stiles is mine."

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