Chapter 4

He wakes feeling 100% better than he did when he had passed out; opening his eyes he takes in his surroundings. He's in a cozy small room lying on a queen sized bed with fluffy blankets and tons of pillows; he snorts and raises an eyebrow. Beside the bed was an old worn dresser with a mirror hanging over it. Sliding out of the bed he walks up to it to take in his appearance. He now notices that he is dressed in to big sweatpants and a loose black t-shirt that makes his skin look ghostly pale. Leaning in close to the mirror he examines his face, a faint pink scar runs from his temple down to his jaw. Another one is close under his eye. Frowning slightly he lifts his shirt only to find his stomach scattered with scars that look like they have had years to heal. A cough brakes the silence and he looks up into the mirror, the reflection showing that the buff guy from before is now standing, arms crossed, in the frame of the door behind him. He let his shirt fall then and carefully and as subtly as he can, looks at his wrist where, yup, one word was now in the place of where his timer once was, "Mated". His eyebrows draw together, if he was mated with this guy than why he wasn't feeling any of the symptoms what so ever. What the hell was going on?

"We injected you with velox Therapeutices, a drug I'm sure you're aware of… since you invented it." Stiles turns then, not liking having his back to this stranger, he draws his eyebrows together and frowns. The guy coughs again and looks around the room nervously. Gesturing toward Stiles' body with a wave of his hand he says, "That's why you're all… healed."

"Who the hell are you?" He snaps out, too many people have been after him for too long, trusting was not something he did easy.

"My name is Derek; I'm part of the Red Hoods rebellion, section 36, the highest rated group out of all 40 RH communities. We've been tracking you for some time now and when we realized that they had taken you to Dæmonia Inferno we acted immediately and my team was sent to bring you back to Base."

"This is an RH base?" He raises a skeptical eyebrow as he looks over the room that truly belonged to a grandmother. The guy, Derek, smiles a little and walks closer toward Stiles who immediately starts backing off,

"Hey, we're on your side." He stops moving when all Stiles does is glare back at him. Derek rubs his face with obvious frustration. "Look I know that you've been through hell and back in your life, Christ you're only what 18? I know that you probably have some trust issues but I promise you that we are here to help you."

"Help me with…?"

"Don't play dumb Stilinski, we know about your plan to overthrow the System. We know about the drug that your mother created to prevent people from turning into mindless robots of the government once they meet there "Mate". Why do you think we don't feel any pull toward each other?" Stiles was truly confused and shocked at this point, of course he knew about the antidote but his mother had said that she had only ever used it on herself before giving it to him to keep safe. The next day she had been taken away to Dæmonia Inferno and Stiles had never seen her again.

"My mother only ever tested it on herself…"

"Obviously not, because here you stand with me, your Mate right in front of you and you won't let me come anywhere near you." Stiles looked down at his wrist once more, the word was still there and Derek was right, he felt none of the symptoms of the Feminam Drug.

"And you feel nothing because the drug only needs to be injected into one of the mates for… for-"

"For it to work, yes." Derek finishes for him.

"Ok, but what I don't get is why did the government pair us together in the first place? Last I checked I was all man parts down there, no way could either of us reproduce with each other."

"I'm as lost as you are." Derek looks away and crosses his arms then, his face looking almost a bit sad but it's gone immediately and is replaced with a neutral expression. "Come on, some of your biggest fans await you." He turns and walks out the door then, Stiles rolls his shoulders a little and follows him out.