Pie Surrender

Disclaimer: Teen Wolf and any related characters are not mine. Please don't sue.

Pairings: Derek/Stiles, Scott/Allison, possible future pairs…

Characters: Derek, Stiles, Scott, Allison, Danny, Lydia and Jackson

Author's Note: Holy cow, this got away from me. It was originally just going to be about pie I swear. I have no excuse for what happened; it just took on a life of its own. I hope you all like it anyways.

"Stiles, will you pass me the sugar?"

"Yeah, of course, hold on." Stiles pivoted around Scott and snatched the sugar bowl out from under Jackson's hand.

"Hey! What the hell Stiles!" Jackson glared and made a grab for the bowl but Stiles was too fast. He was back across the kitchen and handing the bowl to Allison before Jackson could even get a foot out. Allison smiled apologetically at Jackson and shrugged before she started measuring the sugar into her bowl.

Scott sniggered quietly until Jackson "accidentally" tripped and dumped a cup full of salt into his pie crust mix. Scott's mouth fell open in shock before he growled and turned to confront Jackson. Before he could lunge though Lydia pushed them apart forcefully on her way to the sink.

"Now, now children. No fighting in the kitchen. Don't make me send you to a time out." Jackson and Scott scowled at each other before they separated and went back to their own stations.

As Scott emptied out his bowl and started over he started mumbling, "Why do we even have salt? Isn't this supposed to be a dessert bake sale?"

"You have to add a pinch of salt to make the pie taste sweeter." Stiles answered automatically without even slowing his stirring. Everyone else in the kitchen turned to stare at him incredulously. When Stiles finally noticed that the kitchen had gone quiet he looked up. "What? Everyone knows that salt brings out the sweetness in desserts."

"Dude, no one knows that." Scott stared at his friend like he was crazy.

"Yeah, how does that even make any sense? Salt is salty, not sweet." Jackson sounded smug and Stiles scowled at him.

"Alright, lets bet on it. You two can make your pies without salt and I'll make mine with it. Afterwards we'll see who's pie tastes better." Scott and Jackson shared a look before they shrugged.

"Deal."

Lydia rolled her eyes from across the kitchen and muttered "Boys" but Allison could make out a soft smile as she said it.

For awhile everyone went back to feverishly mixing their pie crusts and spooning out their fruit and cream mixtures and fighting over oven space. When everyone had finally gotten their pies into the oven and had settled themselves around the kitchen table Scott glanced at the clock.

"Hey, when was Danny supposed to get here?"

Jackson glanced at the clock too. "He said he would be here after he got out of work around three." Jackson's brow furrowed worriedly. The clock read five o'clock.

"I'm sure he just stopped somewhere to pick up some more groceries or something." Allison's voice sounded slightly unsure and suddenly the kitchen was practically vibrating with nervous energy.

"He would have called though." Lydia stood up and grabbed her phone off from the kitchen countertop.

She pressed number 5 on her speed dial and waited. After two rings she started tapping her foot impatiently. After six rings she was biting her lip. Finally she hung up and pressed number 2 on her speed dial. After two rings Derek picked up.

"What?"

"Have you heard from Danny? He was supposed to be here at three and he hasn't shown up yet." There was a pause on the other end of the line before Derek finally answered.

"He's with me."

"Okay…"Lydia waited for him to elaborate but she was met with more silence. "Well, where are you guys? Are you going to be here soon?" There was a quiet rustling sound and what sounded like a raised voice before Danny's voice came over the line.

"Hey Lydia. We'll be there soon okay? Just picking up a couple of things, no big deal."

Lydia raised her eyebrows at her phone. "Alright, I'll go with that answer for now but you had better explain this to me when you get here later or there will be Hell to pay. Understood?"

"Absolutely. I promise." There was more scuffling sounds and Derek's voice came back on the line.

"We'll be there in twenty." With that said the line went dead and Lydia snorted.

"I repeat, boys." Allison laughed while the other boys just scowled at her.

"So what's up? Is Danny okay?" Stiles foot was bouncing up and down like a hyperactive bunny rabbit and Lydia had to put her hand on his knee just to ensure that he wouldn't accidentally knock over the table.

"Danny's fine, he's with Derek."

Stiles cocked his head to the side in question and Lydia shrugged in response. "I have no idea. They wouldn't tell me." Stiles head nodded in acknowledgement but he got a look on his face that usually meant he was trying to puzzle something out. He snapped out of it after a couple of minutes but his face said that he wasn't happy with whatever he had concluded.

"Well, I say we start dinner without them. I'm starving." Jackson stood up and headed to the refrigerator.

"Why don't we do take out tonight? I'm tired of cooking." Scott looked pleadingly at Lydia. Lydia punched him lightly in the arm in response.

"You guys are the reason we got stuck baking in the first place."

"How was I supposed to know that coach would want to do a bake sale to raise money for lacrosse?" Scott put on his kicked puppy look and Lydia rolled her eyes.

Stiles cut in, "Well to be fair Coach is always muttering about cupcakes."

Scott nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I always thought that was a little weird."

Allison and Lydia shared a look and started giggling. The boys looked at them like they had gone crazy.

Lydia laughed louder at their looks and said, "Trust me, you don't want to know what we're thinking."

Scott and Stiles shared a look of their own. Stiles spoke up for both of them. "You're right, we don't."

Jackson poked his head back out of the refrigerator. "What are you guys talking about?"

Scott and Stiles shook their heads while Lydia and Allison broke into a new round of giggles.

Lydia motioned Jackson back with her hand. "Get your head out of the fridge, we're doing Chinese for dinner." Jackson perked up and came back to sit at the table.

The timer sounded for the pies and Stiles quickly jumped up to shut the oven off. "I think we should get some lo mein this time." The whole table groaned.

"Stiles, we have this discussion every time."

"I know but you guys don't know what you're missing!" Stiles had removed Scott's apple pie and was in the process of reaching back in to grab his blueberry pie when the front door slammed open. A few seconds later Danny appeared in the doorway to the kitchen holding a couple of shopping bags.

"Hey guys. How's it going?"

Jackson pulled out the chair next to him and Danny settled all of the bags on the table before taking a seat. "Fine. Funny how you show up now that all the pies are done." Danny smiled unapologetically.

"I promise I didn't plan it that way."

Jackson rolled his eyes. "Sure you didn't." He smiled as soon as the words left his mouth though so Danny knew he wasn't really mad at him.

"So, what were you and Derek doing?" Stiles tried to sound nonchalant but even he could tell that his voice sounded a little strained. He also knew that there was no way that the werewolves in the room had missed it.

Danny shrugged cryptically. "Ask Derek." Stiles frowned and turned his back to the room. Lydia frowned at Danny and he simply shook his head at her. Lydia narrowed her eyes in response.

Jackson was frowning too but before he could open his mouth Derek walked into the room.

"Did you guys decide on dinner yet?" Derek's question was met with stony silence. Allison and Lydia both had their arms crossed over their chest. Danny was trying to make himself as small as possible. Scott was glaring at him with all of his might, while Jackson was scowling at the side of Danny's head. Stiles meanwhile still had his back to the room but even from the dinner table you could make out the tension in his shoulders. Derek raised his eyebrow in defiance and crossed his own arms over his chest. "Somebody answer me. Now."

Lydia broke first. She stood up and went to stand beside Stiles. "We were thinking Chinese. Stiles wanted to get lo mein." Stiles eyes flickered to her briefly and he gave her a strained smile. She smiled back warmly in response.

Derek took in the exchange with suspicion. "We've had this discussion before. No one likes lo mein. Pick something else."

Lydia visibly bristled at Derek's words. "I think we should try it. We've never really given it a chance before."

"Yeah, I agree." Allison's voice cut in strong. She had a determined look on her face and her jaw was clenched. Scott nodded. Jackson was still trying to get Danny to look at him.

"Okay, what is going on? Have you all lost your minds?"

"No. Maybe we just want to try something new."

Derek paused for a second and then shrugged. "Fine. Order whatever you want. I'm not eating any lo mein." He made his way to the fridge to grab a drink and when he turned around Lydia had boxed him in.

"What is your problem. Why won't you try the lo mein. Are you afraid because you've never tried it before? Or do you just not want to give it a chance because there's another food you like more? Because if there is a food you like more then maybe you should just come out and tell us. Save us all some drama."

Derek's mouth fell open in complete confusion. "Have you all been huffing cooking oil spray since I left?"

Lydia opened her mouth to reply but Allison piped up quietly from the kitchen table before she could start a full out argument.

"I think what Lydia wants to know is whether there is something going on between you and Danny."

For a second the whole kitchen was dead silent. Then chaos erupted.

Danny leapt up from the table so fast that he accidentally kicked over his chair. Jackson looked furious, Scott's eyes went yellow and a low growl vibrated from his chest. Allison looked sad and resigned while Lydia looked at Derek like she wanted to strangle him with her bare hands. Derek meanwhile was frozen in a state of shock while Stiles had whirled around incredulously from the stove.

To make everything worse, everyone started talking at once.

Jackson and Danny had squared off and Jackson was shouting, "How long have you been dating Derek?"

Danny's face took on the color of a cooked lobster while he yelled back "I'm not dating Derek. And even if I was how is that any of your business!"

Lydia and Scott had surrounded Derek and were currently berating him about hurt feelings and acting like a complete dog.

"How could you do that Derek! Do you always flirt with one person while you date another?" Lydia's voice was filled with venom, but it was Scott that sounded like he was about to rip out someone's lungs with his bare hands.

"How could you hurt him like that? I thought you were supposed to take care of your pack. Does he no longer count because he's human? You're such an asshole!" Scott looked about ready to punch someone so Allison stood up and tried to placate him with a quick pull on his arm and a reassuring hug.

Derek finally snapped too. "Everyone shut up!" His eyes flashed red as well just in case anyone felt like butting in anyways. The room fell silent again. "Let's get this all out of the way right now. I am not dating Danny." Lydia looked like she was about to say something but Derek's eyes flashed again and she quickly quieted. "Even if I was dating Danny, none of you have any say in who I date or what we do. Is that understood? I am your Alpha. You do not dictate to me who I am allowed to date." Derek slowly made eye contact with each of his pack until each one lowered their eyes in submission. Everyone except Stiles who was stubbornly refusing to look at him. "Stiles. Look at me."

Stiles refused for another second before he finally caved and looked up. Derek's look softened when he finally got a good look at Stiles face. He looked humiliated. Derek could have kicked himself for not smelling the embarrassment on him earlier because it was simply pouring off from him. All of the other wolves seemed to notice it too because they all whined quietly and looked apologetic.

"Stiles…" Lydia approached him with a hand out but Stiles shrugged her off as soon as she reached him.

"Let's just forget this whole thing ever happened, shall we?" Stiles turned towards the counter and picked up a take out menu. He threw it casually at the table and Jackson stopped it with his hand before it could skid off the side. "Scott, I'm starving why don't you just order the usual and we can all sit down to a nice dinner while I cook up a few more pies. Sound good?" Stiles voice left no room for argument and Scott (after throwing one more parting glare at Derek) quickly grabbed the menu off the table and took it into the other room to use the phone. Stiles turned the oven back on.

Allison followed Scott into the living room shortly after and Lydia made her way back to the table.

Stiles pulled the rolling pin back out and started in on another pie crust. Derek made himself comfortable against the refrigerator since Lydia was making it clear that he did not have the luxury of sitting at the table right now. It was going to be a long night.

About five minutes later Scott and Allison came back into the kitchen. "Allison and I are going to go pick up the food, anyone want to come with?"

Jackson stood up. "Yeah, I think I could use some air."

"Wait up." Danny stood and followed Jackson out the front door.

"Lydia? You can squeeze in the back if Stiles lets us borrow his jeep." Scott glanced quickly at Stiles who nodded his head without turning around.

"My keys are in my hoodie."

"I don't know…Do you need any help with the pies Stiles?" Stiles knew that Lydia was giving him the opportunity to tell her that he didn't want to be left alone with Derek without actually having to say it and it made him smile.

He paused a minute before he turned around and smiled at her. "No, it's alright Lydia. I think I got it. Thanks though."

"Of course. Anytime. Call if you need anything." Lydia gave him a meaningful look and Stiles had to stop himself from laughing. He loved his pack.

"We'll be back soon dude." Scott grabbed Lydia by the arm and pulled her out of the room while he threw his other arm around Allison.

"Sure, drive safe." Scott gave him a look and Stiles turned back towards his pie. The front door closed loudly behind them.

Derek sighed loudly. "Stiles…"

"Don't Derek. It's fine. I meant what I said. Let's just forget this whole conversation ever happened." Stiles finished rolling the top crust onto his pie and opened the oven carefully, pulling out the bottom rack so that he could slide the first one in while he worked on the second.

"I think we need to talk about this."

"I don't. There's nothing to talk about." Stiles shoulders had tightened again and Derek sighed angrily at the sound of Stiles' heart skipping over the lie.

"Considering the reaction of every single member of this pack I'm pretty sure there is a lot to talk about." Derek moved from the fridge and shifted closer to Stiles. Stiles bristled and Derek could hear the crinkle of the pie plate as Stiles grip became tighter.

"I can't control other people's reactions Derek." Stiles words left out the 'like someone I know' but his tone didn't. Derek got defensive.

"I'm not the bad guy here Stiles. I'm not some angry overlord who rules his people with an iron fist."

"I didn't say you were!" Stiles face got red and his grip on the pie got so extreme that a piece of the top crust started to slide off toward the oven grate. "Damn it."

It all happened fast. Stiles made a grab for the sliding crust without thinking. His anger had clouded his reasoning and he didn't even think about the fact that he had already pulled out the oven grate. As soon as the back of his fingers and hand brushed the grate all he could feel was searing pain. He gasped and dropped the rest of the pie all over the inside of the oven door.

Derek was there in seconds. "Damn it, Stiles. Are you okay? Let me see." He tugged Stiles left palm carefully into his and turned it over to see the damage.

The back of Stiles fingers were red and blistered and the skin on the widest part of his hand looked like the edges of wilted rose petals.

"Crap that hurts!" Stiles was biting his lip in pain as Derek checked over the rest of his hand.

"It's not too bad. It just looks like second degree burns."

"Oh really, that's it. Well I guess I can go on my merry way then…idiot." Stiles grumbled the last part as he pulled his hand to his chest to cradle it. Derek only rolled his eyes in response and steered Stiles toward one of the kitchen chairs.

"Sit down and shut up Stiles." Stiles mouth gaped open in anger but quickly shut at the flash of red he received from Derek's eyes. He still looked mutinous but he knew better than to voice said mutiny when Derek was in protective mode. "Good. Now give me your hand." Stiles handed it over carefully but still hissed as the skin pulled and stretched. "This might feel a little weird but I promise it is the fastest way to heal you. Do you trust me?" Derek looked at Stiles carefully as he tightened the grip on his hand.

"With this…yes."

Derek watched Stiles for another minute before he finally nodded resignedly and his tongue darted out across the backs of Stiles fingers.

"Dude! What the hell, give a guy some warning!" Stiles jumped and tried to steal his hand back but Derek just growled at him and he stilled.

"I did you moron. I told you it would feel weird."

"You didn't tell me what would feel weird! Specify next time!"

Derek raised an eyebrow. "Can I continue now?"

"Yeah, I guess so." Derek's grip slackened a little bit and he started licking the area around the worst of the burns. Stiles breath hitched at the feeling of the skin pulling away and then carefully knitting back together again.

Derek continued licking every inch of damaged flesh until Stiles' hand looked exactly the way it had ten minutes before. Then he kept licking. "Dude, I think it's okay now, you can stop." Derek stopped licking but kept a grip on his hand and when Stiles tried to pull it back he was met with the red eyes of his Alpha. "Are you okay?" Stiles voice faltered a little but he couldn't lie, his heart skipped a couple of beats when Derek's eyes didn't turn back. His heart skipped a couple more beats when Derek didn't answer and instead he turned Stiles hand until it was palm up. "Derek…what are you…" Stiles broke off on a moan. He couldn't help it. Derek had kissed his wrist, right where his pulse point was thundering through his skin. When he started to move higher Stiles heart beat even faster. "I think I need to clean up the pie."

"I think you should shut up." Derek's voice had gone deep and low and Stiles had to stifle another moan with a fake cough just to keep a little bit of his dignity.

"Okay, shutting up can be good, shutting up can…oh god…" Derek had worked his way up to Stiles neck and proceeded to swipe his tongue across the pulse point there as well. Stiles felt like he was going to pass out.

Suddenly Derek pulled back and Stiles gaped at him like a fish out of water. "Dude, what the hell! You can't just…" The sound of the front door opening surprised the hell out of Stiles and he would have flailed spectacularly out of his chair if Derek didn't still have a hold of his hand.

"I told you we should have gotten extra egg rolls." Scott was mumbling from the hallway and both Derek and Stiles could hear Allison reassuring him quietly before their footsteps headed toward the kitchen.

"Well I think you should have listened to me when I said to get extra duck sauce." There was a loud thump and Stiles could picture Jackson shoving Scott into the hall wall.

"Boys behave. I don't want to have to keep telling you to….hey, what is that smell? Is something burning?" Lydia's voice went up alarmingly and Stiles could hear running feet.

"Stiles! Are you…" Lydia broke off abruptly when she saw Derek and Stiles sitting at the kitchen table together. In a matter of seconds she took a couple of steps backward and threw her arms out. She caught Scott and Jackson in the chest and quickly shuffled them out of the kitchen. Scott was sputtering manically and Jackson was swearing at her but she didn't care. She had seen the blush on Stiles' face and she knew that it wasn't anger that had put it there.

"We are eating in the living room tonight." Scott and Jackson had finally stopped protesting and were sitting huffily on the couch while Danny and Allison unloaded all of the bags.

"What about silverware?"

"You can do without for now."

"But…"

"Jackson, don't make me slap you." Jackson pouted and finally gave up. He snatched an egg roll from Scott and started submerging it in duck sauce while Danny handed him a napkin. If the others saw their fingers brush "accidentally" no one mentioned anything.

Five minutes later Derek and Stiles shuffled in from the kitchen with silverware and drinks in hand.

"So Stiles, how did the pies come out." Lydia eyed Derek's reaction out of the corner of her eye and as soon as she saw his blush she smiled in triumph.

Stiles cleared his throat awkwardly and took another bite of sweet and sour chicken. "Fine, fine. We lost one to the oven, but the others came out perfect."

"Good. We will all have to save room for dessert later so we can find out who's pie tastes better. Or did you guys already sample some?" Stiles eyed her curiously while Derek glared holes into the side of her head. "What do you think Derek? Did you like Stiles dessert best?" Lydia cocked her head to the side in mock curiosity.

Stiles blushed beat red while Danny and Jackson laughed openly. Scott just looked confused and Allison smiled sweetly at both of them. Lydia smirked and took another bite of egg roll. Derek just shook his head and tried to remember why he had ever decided to let Lydia into his pack. Then he remembered that it was because she always knew exactly the right thing to say. That, and she was as protective of the pack as he was.

Author's Note 2: Some of you might be wondering what Derek and Danny were doing, I promise that will come up in the next chapter, so don't worry. Remember, reviews are love!