Stiles' alarm sent Scott careening out of bed and had Stiles fumbling to turn it off, while Scott whimpered in the corner at the high pitch.

"Relax Scottie. No need to wolf out. You're the one who wanted to get up early." Scott just bared his teeth when the sound finally stopped and made his way to the bathroom to take a shower.

Stiles rolled his eyes and pulled himself out of bed too, trying to decide whether he should take his fourth shower in the last eighteen hours, but decided that Scott's scent would probably protect him from any other attacks by the evil lizard monster. Hopefully.

He dressed quickly pulling on the clothes he chose the night before and running a hand through his short hair. Deciding maybe to let it grow longer than a buzz cut soon, before heading to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Twice. Having a crush on a werewolf had made him really weird about his personal hygiene. Not that Derek would notice anyway, but on the off chance he did, Stiles would rather he didn't notice him just because his breath was rank.

He fussed over rolling the sleeves of his flannel for way too long to be acceptable, while Scott got dressed, but finally let it go when Scott was ready to leave. He was nervous to see Derek and also to be around the Betas, who seemed to think beating him up with car parts was okay.

Stiles stared out the window as Scott drove them to the train station, wishing he hadn't told Scott about the whole evil Lizard thing, then he would definitely still be asleep and not on the way to watch Scott yell at the man of his dreams. Oh god, what if they decide to have another wolf-boy fight. Damn it, Scott. Why does he have to be so self-righteous? Why can't he just let other people suffer in silence? That's how Stiles prefers to suffer. Alone in his bed. With his computer and his numerous bruises, where no one can make a big deal about the fact that the fragile human got beat up by yet another monster. Stupid Werewolves. With their stupid healing.

Stiles head snapped up at the sound of the engine cutting off, not even realizing that he had missed half of the ride just lost in his head. He trailed behind Scott as they trekked through the train station looking for Mr. Big Bad himself.


They stopped not far into the entry way. No one looked up at them, too busy staring at Derek, while he spoke harshly at them. It seemed like they were interrupting a training session.

"Disappointing. You're too predictable. I can see you coming from a mile away. Do something interesting!" Derek barked out. Damn he looked gorgeous in his tank top, all of his muscles rippling as he talked.

But then Stiles watched as Erica launched herself into Derek's arms, wrapped her legs around his waist, and kissed him deeply with Derek responding to the kiss. Stiles felt like his body was frozen. His heart was beating too fast. He felt like he couldn't breathe. He tried desperately to control his emotions. They flashed quickly before he could reign them in. DISBELIEF/ HURT/ SADNESS/ HEARTBREAK/ APATHY

As soon as Stiles managed to reign in his emotions, Derek flung Erica across the room.

"That's the last time you do that, but better on actually surprising me." Derek growled.

"But why?" Erica cried out. Derek just cut her off with a glare and turned to look at Scott and Stiles.

"Scott. Stiles. What are you doing here? Have you reconsidered becoming pack?" Derek tone was less biting and more resigned.

"No. I'm here because your Beta almost got Stiles killed twice and since she's your Beta, she's your responsibility." Scott snarled and stalked closer, Stiles kept to his side, if only to try to keep his temper in check.

"What the hell are you talking about Scott?" Derek snarled out, eyes flashing red.

"Scottie. I told you it wasn't a big de-" Stiles tried to soothe Scott and in doing so soothe Derek.

"No Stiles, it is a big deal." Surprisingly, Derek cut him off not Scott. "So, tell me what happened, NOW."

Stiles shoved his hands in the front pockets of his jeans and stared down at the floor, refusing to speak, not wanting to get Erica into trouble. This was her Alpha and he was fine.

Derek closed the gap between them quickly and pushed him up against the wall, caging him in.

"What happened Stiles?" Derek murmured softly. Stiles refused to look at him, knowing that looking in his hazel eyes would break him.

"Stiles just tell him what happened, Damn it or I will." Scott shouted from where he had flopped down next to Boyd on the stairs. Scott knew that getting between Stiles and Derek wouldn't end well, so he just left them.

"Ugh. Fine. I hit him over the head with the starter from his Jeep and shoved him into a dumpster behind the rink. You happy, Stiles? I told him." Erica snapped from where she lounged on the ground.

"He could have died. Humans can't just take a blow to the head! But, that's not all that happened." Scott bit out sharply.

"Well, that's all I did." Erica snarled, snapping her teeth at Scott.

Derek turned his attention back to Stiles who was still staring straight ahead, which happened to be straight at Derek's chest. That wasn't helping his heart rate at all, but it was keeping him thoroughly distracted.

"Tell me what happened Stiles." Derek murmured just as soft as before, as though he would startle Stiles if he spoke any louder.

"The Jeep needed to be fixed. I got it towed and went to take a shower. When I got to the shop the mechanic was already working on it. We talked about price for a bit and then I went to go into the waiting room to call my dad, but I touched this slimy door knob. That place had so many EPA violations it was unbelievable, so I didn't think anything of it. But when I was trying to use my phone, my body started to go numb and I lost control. I fell to the ground and I couldn't move. I watched this creature kill the mechanic using my Jeep and then it came for me. It stared me straight in the face and could have killed me, but it left instead. I waited until I could move, then I called my dad and said I walked in after it happened."

Derek sighed and pushed off the wall to allow Stiles his freedom once more. Stiles missed him as soon as he was out of reach. He shouldn't. Especially after just watching Erica's tongue down his throat, but he did.

"I'll deal with the creature and my Beta's. You can leave now." Derek growled at Scott mostly. He just nodded his head at Stiles.


Just inside the door, Stiles heard Isaac whine about wanting to be done training to heal before school and then the snap of a bone. Stiles saw red. Derek could not just break their bones because they could heal. Alpha or not.

Stiles dragged Scott back inside, with only a squawk of protest from his best friend.

Stiles marched into the main room, shoving Scott down onto the steps beside Boyd, observing Isaac clutching his arm to his chest tightly.

"Derek, I need to talk to you privately." "Scott, stay with the Puppies. Play nice. Don't listen in while the grown-ups talk." The Beta's growled at his words, Scott just shrugged used to Stiles' dog jokes, but Stiles didn't care, he just turned on his heel and walked out the front door.

"Tell me when we are far enough away that they can't listen." Stiles demanded softly. Derek stopped him 500 feet from the door.

"We are far enough away that they would have to want to listen and they are too tired to want to."

Stiles nodded and took a breath to gather his thoughts, but before he could speak, Derek did.

"Are you hurt?" Derek asked. His voice low and regretful.

Stiles shrugged. "I'm fine. Nothing serious. I have a migraine from Erica and my hands haven't stopped shaking, but I'm sure both will wear off."

Derek nodded and reached out cupping the back of Stiles' neck with his large hand, causing Stiles to gasp slightly. When the black veins started to inch up Derek's arm and the pain of Stiles migraine melted away, Stiles moaned softly and leaned into Derek's touch without meaning to.

"I'm sorry she hurt you." Derek murmurs gruffly, pulling his hand back when Stiles' eyes started to roll back into his head.

"It's not your fault, big guy." Stiles slurred out. He shook his head to clear the fog.

"As awesome as Werewolf morphine is, I did need to talk to you," Derek waited silently for Stiles to speak again, "I heard you break Isaac's arm."

Derek glowered at him, mood quickly souring. "That's none of your business."

"I'm making it my business Derek", Stiles poked Derek in the chest, "You can't just break their bones because they heal quickly. Isaac is a victim of abuse and you will be just like his father if you do that."

"I am not teaching them to fight. I am teaching them how to survive." Derek spit out turning away from Stiles.

"Well, teach them how to survive without causing psychological damage, Derek. Be their Alpha Derek. Not their Abuser." Stiles cried flailing his arms out suddenly. Derek just grunted folding his arms, but he didn't fight anymore which made Stiles think he agreed.

Stiles sighed folding his own arms across his chest. "Also, will you teach Scott how to survive too?" Stiles kept his voice soft this time, holding his breath as he waited for Derek to answer.

Derek's eyes widened slightly in shock, but he quickly schooled it behind his normal blank mask. "Scott doesn't want to be pack. Why would he want to train with us? With me? And why would I let him?"

"Leave that to me. There is only so much I can help him with. I'm only human and he should have some real wolfie training. Besides, maybe working with you will make him finally admit he wants to be pack. And more wolves means a stronger pack doesn't it?"

Derek scrubbed a hand down his face. "Fine. He can come. But only if he recognizes my authority as the Alpha. I will not allow him to undermine me."

Stiles grinned at Derek. "You're the Alpha, Derek. I wouldn't let Scott undermine you if he agrees to do stuff with your pack." He walked back toward the station to get Scott, trying to keep all thoughts of Derek out of his mind until he is far away from here. Preferably in his bedroom.

When Stiles walked through the main door, Erica got to her feet, sauntering toward him.
"You know, Little red. You're the only human that would enter a wolf den reeking of lust rather than fear. Is it wolves in general?," she purred stepping closer, "or just the big bad wolf?" Her eyes flicked to where Derek was standing behind him.

Stiles said nothing. Just glared at her, body tense because her words were true. He was lusting after the big bad wolf. Only it was more than that. Stiles wanted to help him remember how to live without death all around him and to help him figure out how to be a good Alpha. Stiles wanted to love him. Stiles wanted him to know he was loved.

"Erica, Leave him alone. Go get ready for school." Derek barked out. Erica pouted, but turned on her heel and headed up the stairs.

"Come on Scottie. You promised me coffee before school." Stiles called out, summoning his puppy dog of a best friend from where he lay on the floor beside Isaac.

Scott bound across the room, shouting goodbye to the pups and nodding at Derek. Stiles smiled at Derek softly as he slipped out of the train station behind Scott. Grateful that Scott had forced him to come, but also in need of coffee and chocolate to get over everything that had just happened.


Notes:

What do you think? Please please please comment!

I'm keeping true to a lot of events, but tweaking them to fit a more Sterek point of view. So words will not always be the same, but I will likely keep the gist of what was said if I use the scene or I might change the whole thing who knows. Mostly because I don't want to have to dig out that DVD to watch the episode to figure out the exact wording.