Here's chapter 3. My plot line is beginning to come into play now, yay! I want to establish relationships between Derek, Scott and Stiles before jumping in with my ideas so forgive me if the story has been boring! I'm stepping away from the main story of the tv show now but will refer back to it ~
Another chapter will follow in a few days, I hope you all enjoy this one. :D
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"So… can you shave in your werewolf form?" Derek's eyes rolled in their sockets as he listened to the stupid questions being thrown at him by the younger male leaning beside him on the operating table, who was gazing up at the older wolf with curious, awe filled green eyes. He truly deserved to be subject to this torment after his actions last night, he didn't pay attention to his surroundings whilst tracking the Alpha and it lead to him getting shot by one of the Argents. He had put himself in a stupid situation therefore deserved to be reminded of his stupidity, but this… this was just torture. Whilst Scott cosied up with his girlfriend and hunted for the bullet to relieve the older wolf of his upcoming death, Derek had been left in the less than capable hands of Stiles, the boy who could not shut up. No matter how many times the black haired male ignored the younger one he would still blabber on and on and on with stories, insults and questions. The wound in his lower arm was painful enough without the constant chitter chatter from the younger male and it was getting worst with every passing second, he could feel the wolfs bane mingling with his blood as it crept up his arm.
"So… can you?" Stiles questioned, pursing his lips to a side as he stared at Derek and raising his brows. "No." Derek responded, clenching his teeth against the pain coursing through is arm and refusing to look at the younger male, instead he watched the clock on the opposite wall, willing Scott to hurry the hell up. "You've tried?" Stiles continued, a smirk creeping across his face and giving Derek a light teasing nudge. The older male's gaze rolled to glare at the younger male stood beside him, Stiles instantly pushing himself away from the table, straightened up, removing the smirk from his features before turning away from the other and raising a hand to rub the back of his head. There were so many other questions he wanted to know about werewolves, granted some of them were pretty daft questions but some were also genuine. Stiles looked back over his shoulder at Derek, eyeing him curiously. The poison was obviously taking its toll on the older male, beads of sweat trailed down his face and dripped onto the table and floor, his breathing was laboured and heavy and he looked exhausted, anyone else would have left the wolf to his own devices but Stiles believed otherwise, keeping him alert and talking would help distract him from the pain, even if it was annoying, but the last thing they needed was for Derek to fall asleep in a state like this, besides… what was the worst he could do right now? "If silver doesn't hurt wolves, why is that everyone's go to material then?" Derek groaned in response, dropping his head forward as he hunched over the operating table. "Do you ever stop talking?" The words came out alongside a shaky warning growl from the wolf, however the growl didn't seem to effect the younger male he simply shook his head lightly and gave the other a small tight lipped smile. "No." Derek sighed and turned his head to glare at Stiles, the look on the boy's face stated clearly he wasn't about to give up on his questioning and Derek didn't have the patience to continue to fight off the boy, if it was going to make this entire situation easier it he would just have to co-operate until Scott got here, how Scott could even put up with this persistent boy was something Derek would never understand.
"It's not silver that is the killer it's who the name belongs to. The Argents." Stiles spun on his heels and turned back to face the older wolf, squinting questionably at him whilst folding his arms across his chest and leaning forwards slightly, urging the other male to carry on. The older wolf let out an annoyed grumble. "Think about it. Argent is silver in French. The Argents are renowned werewolf hunters." The younger male's mouth practically hit the floor, his mind had just been completely blown by that explanation. That made so much sense, it was so ingenious and he was completely baffled that that was something he had never caught onto. "Argents hunt wolves… Silver kills wolves!" He reiterated back to Derek who gave a small nod. "That's amazing!" The young male yipped with excitement and threw his arm up in front of him. "I can't believe how obvious and amazing it is!" The older male raised an eyebrow at the younger one whose excitement left him just as quickly as it came and shrugged at the other, laughing awkwardly. "Not for you guys but… it's still pretty cool…" His gaze fell from Derek's face and straight to the floor. Derek dropped his head forward once again, looking down at the operating table focusing on keeping his breathing steady, he didn't want to look weak in front of the child he threatened so often. A large smirk formed on Stiles face as he returned to lean back on the table next to Derek, eyeing him with morbid curiosity. "So, do werewolves mark their territory?"
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Scott had arrived just in the nick of time. Derek had deteriorated a lot quicker than expected but thanks to the combined help of Stiles and Scott they were able to bring him around and help him to administer the antidote. Once the older wolf had recovered and got back to his feet Scott began his ranting, telling Derek that he leave him and his friends alone and if he refused he would return to the Argents. After all the help and advice he had given the young wolf Derek almost felt hurt by what Scott said to him, almost. It was the young wolf who approached him and requested help, the older male could have easily turned his back on the young Beta and left him to fend for himself, however he felt a connection to the younger one and wanted to help, perhaps it was because they were now werewolf brothers or because he genuinely liked the boy but either reason he wanted to help, which resulted in Derek grabbing Scott by the scruff of the neck and forcing him out of the veterinary surgery and to the jeep left out front, Stiles followed behind questioning wildly what the hell was going on.
Sadly Stiles wasn't invited along to where the two werewolves were destined but didn't really care too much that he wasn't allowed to join them, Scott would update him later on what had happened between Derek and himself, so he dropped the pair off at the remains of the Hale's home and before driving himself home. Scott didn't get a chance to question what was going on before being forced into the black Camaro parked in front on the burnt down house, all he knew right now was Derek had evidence that he should not trust the Argents.
They arrived at the Beacon Hills Crossing Home, a long term facility that cared for people who were unable to look after themselves. The pair exited the car and made their way inside, where Derek took over and led Scott to a room where a man sat in a wheelchair. The older wolf explained to the younger one that this man was his uncle Peter, he was the only survivor of the house fire set by the Argents and then proceeded to show Scott the damage they had caused him, the right side of his face and body was scarred from the burns he had suffered that day and then Derek continued to explain how his uncle had recoiled into himself and was a mere husk of the person he once used to be. Scott breath caught in his throat, he couldn't believe the Argents were capable of doing something like this, they didn't come across as the malice, murdering type, well at least not to him, especially not Allison.
Both Derek and Scott left the care facility and made their way back to the car and before Derek could climb into the driver's side the younger wolf placed a hand on his shoulder and gently tugged him back. The older male frowned lightly looking over his shoulder questionably at the younger one, whose hazel eyes slowly raised from the ground to gaze up into Derek's stern blue-green hues. A sigh passed the younger males lips and his gaze along with the hand on Derek's shoulder fell. The older wolf turned around to face the younger male, understanding that this was something hard for him to accept. In just over a week he had become a werewolf, met a girl, lost control, been attacked by hunters who happened to be related to the girl, been involved in an attack on a human and now learnt he was in more possible danger if the Argents found out he was a werewolf, and to top it off, the Alpha could call on him at any given moment and force him to change or worse kill. Derek placed a hand on the younger male's shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Look, I know it's a lot to take in." Scott nodded slowly and lifted his head to look into the now soft, somewhat friendly gaze Derek offered. "You're not in this alone, Scott. I said I would train you." A small, thankful smile crossed Scott's lips and he opened his mouth to respond when a low growl sounded from the forest to their right. The air filled with a sudden heavy pressure and the pair looked cautiously at one another, all emotions draining from the faces before turning their heads towards the forest. A pair on deep red eyes stared out from between the trees. Derek instinctively grabbed Scott's grey jacket and pull him back before stepping in front of him, protecting him from the creature before them. The younger Beta stumbled backwards, staring back at the red orbs, unable to pull his gaze away even when Derek tried to block his path to the wolf growling at them, he shifted himself to peer around the older wolf and watch what was happening.
Derek held the Alpha's gaze a moment longer before doing a quick scan of the surrounding area, the three of them were alone, for the moment at least, which explained why the Alpha had chosen to approach them now. He then proceeded looked over his shoulder at Scott, the younger male almost seemed to be in a trance, he had not stopped staring into the forest, being in the presence of his Alpha had rendered the younger wolf into a state of submission, he felt he needed to give the hidden wolf his undivided attention and his heart was thudding hard against his chest, which immediately rung alarm bells in Derek's ears. His attention turned back to the Alpha who had taken a step forward out of the tree line and began to snarl at the pair. Derek's eyes narrowed and flashed their wolf blue and a low growl accompanied the piercing gaze as a warning to the other's advances but the Alpha took another step and let out a sharp howl. From behind him Scott let out a small, scared growl. Derek shifted himself again, blocking the younger wolf from the Alpha's view and allowing his fangs to extend as he released another, much louder growl at the Alpha. For a moment he thought his warning to the larger wolf had worked as the creature before them took a couple steps back into the forest, its gaze didn't falter or leave them, however, its eyes only narrowed before letting out a second howl.
Scott buckled under the pressure emitting from the growl and fell to his knee, panting heavily as he did so. The older wolf spun around just in time to see the younger male fall, he quickly scrambled forward and knelt down in front of Scott, placing his hands on either of the boys shoulder's and gripping him tightly. "Fight it, Scott." He commanded, squeezing his shoulders a little harder, trying to applying some pain to the boy to try and force him out of his transformation. Scott lifted his head to look up at Derek, his eyes turned amber and fangs had already began to grow. "Concentrate on your breathing. Slow it down and you can control the change. Don't let him win." The younger wolf nodded feebly at the older male, scrunched up his nose and squeezed his eyes shut and began taking deep, slow breaths His attempt to calm himself down was working, his pulse slowed and fangs began to shrink back to their human size, that was before a howl sounded deep from within the forest. From all the commotion with trying to keep Scott calm Derek hadn't noticed the pressure in the air around them had faded, he looked over his shoulder back to where the Alpha had once stood, the larger wolf had left them and headed further into the forest. His howl were calling out to Scott, beckoning him to follow, "Keep breathing!" Derek snarled, his attention immediately snapping back to Scott.
The young wolf had lost the battle of control, he was glaring up at the older male through a sharp but hollow, amber gaze. Scott was no longer there in his own eyes, staring back at the older male was the look of an empty puppet listening to his master's murderous orders. Scott roared at black haired wolf, wrapped his hands around Derek's wrists and shoved himself forward, pushing hard against the older one's grasp, luckily for Derek he was a lot stronger than Scott, even if the younger one was using his wolf strength, Derek could handle him. He roared back at the younger male and he steadied himself on the balls of his feet, pushing back against him and extending his claws to pierce deep into the soft skin of Scott's shoulders, which forced a whimper of pain to erupt from the younger wolf, but he didn't turn back to human and that took Derek by surprise, the Alpha must have had a lot more power than he anticipated. In that moment Scott caught onto the older wolf's momentary set back and fought through the pain, he rested all his weight on his back legs and pounced forwards, shoving the older male backwards and slamming him hard against the floor. Derek winced and growled lowly in pain from the forced of the blow to his back, his grip on Scott loosened which allowed the younger male to take advantage of the moment and push Derek's wrists away from his shoulders and down to the ground pinning him in place and hunching over him. Scott leaned in closer to Derek's face, their gazes meeting, the younger wolf's eyes still hollow but there was a small flicker of recollection as he eyed the older male's face, the black haired Beta noticed that flicker and a small smirk curled at the corner of his lips, there was still hope yet to turn the younger one back before anything serious happened. He didn't fight against the younger wolf's grasp around his wrists, he simply lay there and stared back at the other, narrowing his wolf blue eyes as he calculated a plan of attack. Scott was hunched over him, knees either side of his hips, legs spread wide enough that he wouldn't feel Derek move his legs, he just needed to move himself swiftly, slide his own legs underneath the younger male and shove his knees against his stomach and push him with enough force to knock him backwards and away from himself.
As Derek was about to put his plan in motion another howl sounded from the forest and Scott looked up towards the direction of the howl, his ears perked as he listened intently to what the howl was telling him to do. He looked back down to the wolf below him and bared his fangs, letting out another roar before pushing up off him and bounded towards the forest. The older wolf quickly rolled onto his side and watched after the younger male as he raced off. A small growl left his lips as he too pushed himself up and took off after Scott.