Episode One: Of packs and Omegas; Pt2

Stiles traipsed along the corridors of the hospital. He had very mixed feelings about this place. On the one hand he had to watch his mother wither away in one; on the other hand, his favourite Nurse, Mama McCall, worked here. It didn't matter about his feelings though he was here because he needed to see Lydia - one to see if she was okay and two to figure out what type of supernatural creature she was. He ran smack bang into Melissa,

"Stiles?"

"Sorry Mel' I was lookin' for Lydia."

He must have given something away with his face as she seemed surprised by something.

"She is this way ... Stiles what happened?"

Stiles gave the party line of, "A rogue animal. Not sure what to call it as it defied description has decided to start roaming the streets and attacking teens. The good news is it is dead now."

Melissa knew Stiles. If she was honest she considered him a second son and she knew his tells. He was obviously bone weary and whilst he had told no lies. She was more than aware that he had kept some pretty major things from her in his explanation. Melissa knew Stiles well enough to know that would get no more from him and soon she was going to have a pretty serious chat about who was so serious in his life that they could leave such a hickey. She would blame this on it being the last hour of her shift, as another stray thought crossed her mind about if the Sheriff had killed the hickey maker. "Does he know?"

Stiles looked a tad confused but let it go as he didn't want to get into a long conversation. After all, he was on a fact finding mission and he really wanted to see if Lydia was okay. "Is Lydia okay?"

"You be quiet!" Melissa warned and threatened in one phrase. It was just part of the bad ass that was Melissa McCall.

Stiles held his hand up in a three fingered salute. She didn't look reassured but then again she was one of the few people who knew him well enough to know that he had never been a boy-scout. He'd walked to the room where Lydia was being kept and slipped inside, careful not to disturb anyone that might be in her room. To his anger he discovered no one. He was quietly furious their daughter had been attacked but the Martin's were unable to get there for 48 hours.

He looked at Lydia lying in the bed and she looked so fragile and pale. There was none of the spirit and fire she would usually exude as she walked down the halls of Beacon Hills High School. He made a silent vow that she would never be alone again - it was fucking tragic that she was the most popular girl in high school and yet in the hospital she had not one visitor.

He put the few flowers he'd bought in the vase and went to hold her hand. He was amazed though that as he held her hand he felt not one romantic inclination towards her. That didn't mean he didn't care about her; he would ride Jackson's ass if he didn't take good care of her.

He felt her temperature at her wrist, trying to ascertain if she was rejecting the bite. Lydia was warm to the touch; he was relieved though as it was a light fever; not the high fever you would expect if she was truly rejecting the bite. He looked carefully, and though he hated it he delved deeper using his Fae-sight. He was never fond of the sensation as he could feel the disassociation of his mind from his body as he delved into her core - he found it. It was the missing piece, the puzzle link if you will. In Lydia's soul for lack of a better word - there was an energy you would associate with the banshees. Stiles was guessing that living in Beacon Hills but more specifically the werewolf bite had activated her dormant genes. Huh, he guessed his Dad could no longer give him shit when he called Ms Martin a wailing woman.

Although he was seriously reluctant to do so; he stayed where he was. He wanted to go check on his mate; he was worried as Derek was a new Alpha. Stiles knew and could feel Derek's strong compulsion to make new wolves to form a strong pack. A part of that compulsion would be Derek's wolf feeling like it needed to protect its mate Stiles. Stiles was not against the idea per se but he knew that the Argents' might see things a little differently.

He settled by the bedside table, choosing to keep vigil. He looked at the few daisies he'd brought and decided to make them better. He delved into the magic of the earth and what small connection it still had due to the stems being cut and made the daisies bloom.

He was focussing really hard on ignoring the fact that he was essentially sixteen, married and had kids.

Fuck his life.

Derek was heading towards the address that Stiles gave him. He was also guessing that given the amount of bitching - Stiles was less than fond of him. It didn't matter though because if the boy was a wolf then he would be joining their pack and he knew that Stiles would help him look after the pups. He knew this because his actions even this morning showed it - they split up to check on the health of both of them. If Derek was truly being honest his instincts were screaming at him for splitting from his mate; how can their wolf protect Stiles if is not close? It was true but Derek liked the idea of bringing Stiles close to a freshly bitten teen, who had no control and sharp claws less.

The house he found screamed of wealth. It was strange as the house both reminded him and did not remind him of his own home before the fire. His home also screamed old money wealth but the Hale house was a true home and smelt of pack and happiness. Here, at the Whittlemore's all he could smell was repression and angst. He walked around the perimeter in his full Alpha form, scouting out the best place he could gain entrance without being noticed. It was unfortunate but one of their greatest protections was their ability to remain as hidden as possible. He found what he was looking for - there was a spot around the back that was not covered by security. Okay, so granted the family assumed that the 20 foot high fence would protect them - it would just not from Werewolves. Derek felt it made more sense to morph back into his human form and find his clothes. Once dressed he headed back to the spot that would let him gain entrance to the grounds whilst not being seen. He looked at the fence and judged the distance he needed for his jump. He managed it with no noise landing in a neat crouch.

He took a large sniff of the air cataloguing all the scents he could smell. He had no need to go room to room he knew exactly what room he needed. He was glad that the boy had left his window open that made his job a thousand times easier. The troubling thing was the reason that he could tell where the boy was - was the overwhelming sense of decay he could smell emanating from the room.

It took very little effort to leap up to his room. Derek saw the boy look at him, and he could see, and sense the fear in his eyes. It looked like his Uncle would have the last laugh if the DA's son died as the parents in their grief would tear Beacon Hills in pursuit of the truth.

The boy obviously scared, scuttled back, pressing against his headboard as if that would offer him protection, "What are you?"

Derek gave the only answer he could give, "I'm a real Alpha, not a feral one like the one that bit you."

Jackson hated that he was so weak in front of someone else. He looked pitifully at the blood coated tissues littering the floor, "Am I dying?"

Derek shrugged, "It is about a fifty-fifty shot. Do you want to live?"

"Of course I do!"

"I can bite you by the heart. It will override the initial bite and you will become part of the Hale Pack and family."

Derek saw how the word family affected the boy. He remembered what his mate had told him that the boy was orphaned and adopted. It was not just Derek that had the chance to build new familial bonds

The boy was clearly in pain and struggling and he managed to gasp out, "Lydia. Is she okay Dad wouldn't say anything."

"My mate is with her. We protect our own Jackson." He tried to reassure the boy as stress would just make the change worse.

Jackson didn't know it but when Derek told Stiles; Stiles just may have found his one redeeming feature that could him like the boy. He really had to talk to this girl that made everyone fall in love with her. He didn't care as Stiles was his mate she could have Jackson if that is what her heart desired.

"Will you let me bite you again?" Derek asked praying that the boy would make the right choice.

It was the last thing that Jackson wanted, ironic, considering that only yesterday having worked out what McCall was - he'd wanted it. Now he realised though that the genie was out of the bottle he had a choice die as a human or live as a werewolf. "Do it."

Derek watched over the boy as he fell into an unsteady sleep. His body was taking to the change much better. He would stay to make sure he was out of danger and once he was sure he was going back to Stiles he would leave the Beta with instructions about how to contact him so that they could begin to train him.

Stiles was eventually relieved by Allison and Scott. "So what happened?" Scott asked,

"Peter got the last laugh."

"He is dead though right?" This was Allison asking and Stiles nodded.

Scott was pained, "What about the cure?"

Stiles knew what he was asking and if he was not careful this could cause Scott to become an Omega and that was the last thing he needed. "Scotty listen to me it was a myth ... if you had killed Peter it wouldn't have cured you. Just made you into an Alpha, with way too much power for a teenager."

"He took away the chance," sullen and unwittingly proving Stiles' point.

It was good to see that Scott had not lost his inherent stubbornness and at any other time Stiles would have been gentler but he was too fucking tired and missing Derek. "Could have in cold blood slit a man's throat?"

Scott turned away, "No."

Stiles sighed as he really did need to spend some time with Scott. He needed to talk to him about the Fae thing. "Look I need to go and check on Derek and Jackson will you look after Lydia for me."

"Of course."

Stiles clapped his back, "Thanks bud."

Stiles returned back his house to find Derek rolling around in his sheets. He was so cute - Derek did not resemble the fearsome Alpha werewolf who could and had ripped out someone's throat with his teeth. In fact, he looked like an eager puppy waiting for some affection - Stiles just shook his head and gave into the madness. He dived onto his bed and Derek was prepared for him. He huffed as he was suddenly underneath 200 pounds of Adonis-toned-werewolf. He really was blessed as this was his mate and Stiles knew that he was the only one who would get to truly see Derek like this. He asked impishly, "How was your day dearest?"

The answer was lost in the aggressive scenting that turned into making out that turned into … well you get the idea. Stiles knew that they should be talking about something … but what he couldn't remember. Oh well, there was always tomorrow.