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Chp. 4 Life Imitating Wolfsbane

After clicking out of another dead end link Derek held his head and let out a groan. He had been up almost all night looking on any information that might help him figure his latest problem out. A problem named Stiles Stilinski. Ever since he had forced Stiles to come out to him about what he really was Derek's head had been exploding with questions. Questions that he was having way too much trouble getting answered. Derek groaned again.

'Speaking of coming out.'

He laid back on his bed, arms resting behind his head stretching the grey beater he wore tight. Derek had been trying to fight his inner feelings for months now, and now that he knew Stiles secret he felt even more drawn in. He was something that needed to be unravelled, understood, appreciated, dominated. Derek could do all those things, but at the same time he couldn't do any.

He couldn't help the hopelessness he felt when he let his guard down and actually let himself embrace how he felt about Stiles. There was no doubting he liked the kid, he was beautiful, but he couldn't let himself take that step forward. Feeling those type of feelings again was something he resigned himself to years ago. It was a known fact that anyone he fell for was a thunderous, crazy bitch. The last time he chanced it, on a fiery blond bombshell who took his breath away, despite lacking his usual necessary requirements between her legs, he ended up an orphan with barely any remaining family to speak of. It was just him and Laura. He was hallowed. He swore he could trust Kate, no one had ever gotten past Derek's instinct. She was only human and look at the damage she had done, now he was falling for a faerie? He could only image. He didn't want to take the chance again, with no family left he didn't know what this next time would take from him. It still didn't stop him from doing foolish things, like standing outside of Stiles' house at night.

He remembered just standing there, looking up into the light of Stiles' open window. Stiles was busy, Derek could hear him, his heightened hearing painted him pictures. He was moving, he was typing, he was drinking. It was the middle of the night and the boy had so much energy. He wanted so bad to just jump through the window. He didn't know exactly what would happen after that, but at least they'd be in the same room. Stiles would probably curse, attack him with Skittles, Derek would frown, threaten to rip his throat out. Wishful thinking.

Derek's ears twitched. The music, there was always fucking music playing, and as if his room were a Japanese karaoke bar, Stiles loved to sing along. Over the course of the time he stood out there Derek heard Stiles proclaim how "basic bitches wear that shit", so he doesn't even bother, that he didn't want "no scrub", whatever that was, and something about how he couldn't speak German, but he could, if he liked. Most of the songs Derek didn't really mind, the kid liked lots of different things, but if he played that song about the days of the week and where to sit one more time he swore to God he would have jumped through that window and smashed his MacBook. It was the only sane thing to do.

He was fine standing there outside of Stile's window, listening to him and the music, but there was one song that almost made him give up everything and just leave without coming back. He wasn't really paying attention when it struck him to his core.

"Home by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes" he heard Stiles say before he played the track, like to him it was a new discovery.

The folkish beat draw him in and the singer's voices perked up his ears, and then he listened to the words. He couldn't help it, standing out there, with no one around, he dreamed. He pictured his life as those words, he pictured him and Stiles driving down the road laughing and singing the words to each other. He was Jade, and Stiles was Alexander, oddly enough. He was happy, nothing else mattered. The emotions left his eyes watery and gave his body an ache. As much as he scowled and threatened and pushed and shoved at him to drive him away a part of his body yearned to be by Stiles' side.

'I yearn for him? What the fuck? Augh!"

Angry at himself Derek jumped off the bed and launched his laptop at the wall. He needed to drive these soft feelings out and breaking something was the perfect cure. Knowing the hardware was in a thousand pieces gave him instant relief.

"Fuck this pansy shit."

It was time for him to get ready to go meet Scott and Stiles. They agreed to meet later today to discuss Scott's training and what to do about dealing with the Alpha. Well more like Derek forcibly told them to meet him, but same difference. He wondered if he could convince Stiles to tell Scott about his abilities. Fighting the Alpha would be so much easier if Stiles would stop hiding it.

'Scott's his best friend there shouldn't be a problem! Now that Scott's a werewolf they should be sharing that shit like girls share fucking tampons.'

Derek ground his teeth. Most of his recent conversations with Stiles hadn't been going too well. Ever since he had told Derek about his powers he had no problem using them to avoid him. Every time he had cornered the other boy to try and get some answers he simply teleported away, leaving Derek standing there. It was the only reason he had been searching for answers on Web. Now he was the one doing Internet research, it was ironic, but if he couldn't get them from Stiles than they had to come elsewhere, but it wasn't working out so well. He barely knew more then he did last week with, Stiles only giving up small bits of info before he poofed. There was no way tell when he was about to go either, his body didn't give off a thing. He was just there, then gone. The only way Derek could get Stiles to stay long enough to give up answers was through bribery or distraction. He remembered an incident a few days ago when he combined the two and showed up with Stiles' favorite ice cream. He had managed a whole ten minutes.

Stiles was walking down the hall of the school after hours, most of the other students gone. He was nearly to the exit when Derek slid in front of him from the hall on the left, bringing him near heart attack.

"Jesus Derek, what are you doing here?"

"I just want to talk."

Stiles was still clutching his chest and hadn't noticed what he was holding.

"Well maybe I don't wanna ta- Wahh, woah. Woah woah. Is that, is that a Gotta Have It of ColdStone Cake Batter Ice Cream with caramel?"

Derek shrugged, "It might be."

Stiles mouth was hung open as he eyed the cup in his hands.

"Are you gonna eat tha-" Stiles cleared his throat and starred at Derek with narrowed eyes, "What do you want?"

"Answers."

"Fine, ask."

"Who else knows what you are?"

Derek handed over the cup and Stiles went to work.

"My dad. OH MY GOD you even got the marshmallows and graham cracker crust!" Stiles was in heaven.

"Is he a nephilim too?"

"No, it wub my mawm. Oh dis is sho good." Stiles crooned through a mouthful of cake batter.

"How often can you use your powers?"

"Oh my gawd. Ooooh! Whenever I want. Sho goood."

"Do you have limits?"

"Well yea. It's commected to my motabowlism. Mmmmm, ohhho. Like if my bawdys in good shape an I eat a good meal I can tweleport all day-Oh ooh the marshmallows, come to me marshmallows-but if i'm rumming low on fuel-oh yes, caramel- then each tweleport starts to wear me down mmmm. And if I my bawdy's too hurt I can't do it at all. This is shoo good in my mouth!"

This was getting difficult. While Derek was glad Stiles had stayed and answers his questions, he wasn't glad for the effect this conversation was having on him. Stiles' ice cream eating habits were more like a How-To-Use-Your-Mouth tutorial. He was kissing and wrapping his lips around the spoon, bringing them slowly up and down. Using slow, precise flicks his tongue teased the frostiness into place. The ice cream had gone soft, and the gooey white substance easily folded around his tongue and melted in his mouth as he caressed it back and forth. The sounds coming out the boy's mouth were practically coated in sex. It was too much. Derek didn't want this distraction to make him lose his chance for answers, but a certain part of him disagreed. This was turning him on. He started to sweat.

"Wh-When you're hurt does your body heal? When you're hurt I mean."

"I lub dis ice cweam. Lub, lub, lub. No. Oh yess! No, I mean no, we I don't, at least I don't. I've habbent met a faerie who heals the way you're thinking, we heal like hubans, unless its their power. This is gonna go straight to my hips but I don't care!" Stiles could barely think through his sugary love affair.

"What can you do as race?" The fact they couldn't heal like werewolves was starting to diminish them as a threat for Derek, but he still needed to know as much as he could.

"Fight. Model. Dance. Wait, how did you know my favorite ice cream, and toppings?"

"Don't worry about it! What do you mean by-"

"Oh look ice creams gone." Stiles frowned.

"WAIT!"

Pooft

And Stiles was gone.

"Shit! I knew I should've gotten the fucking tub. Fuck!"

That had been an awkward day, but at least he'd gotten more out of Stiles than a sentence. Derek walked by the wall and saw his laptop still in one piece, it had survived his self therapy.

"Fucking Toshiba!"

He grabbed his keys and jacket and headed out the door.

Stiles and Scott had only been at the place a of couple minutes before Derek. Their meet-up spot was a large abandoned concrete building in Downtown Beacon Hills. The inside was full of stone chunks and there were columns everywhere, but it was tucked away, which was important. The two were just standing around waiting when he walked up. Derek could sense Scott's attitude from a mile away.

"Derek what are we doing here?" Scott asked exasperatedly.

'Does this kid ever talk without a whine?' Derek groaned mentally

"Sup your wolfiness," Stiles said with a smirk.

Derek eyed him cautiously. With Scott there he was acting as if nothing changed. This would be interesting.

"Hey Derek. Derek. We don't speak scowl," Stiles said at the older werewolf's quietness.

Derek ignored him and turned straight to Scott.

"Have you been controlling yourself? Your senses, the anger?" Derek gruffed out.

"Yea without much help from you!" was Scott's reply.

'Ingrate whelp.'

Stiles felt the beginnings of a fight brewing between the two wolfs, and stepped in.

"Actually dude it's been a big help from him. He told me about the whole silver thing. Something you kinda should've asked him yourself." Stiles rolled his eyes at the death glare Scott was turning on him.

"But if he had told you how much we needed then I wouldn't have attacked you and almost ripped you to shreds!" Scott argued.

"Like you could," Stiles mumbled.

"Huh?"

'Oh shit, wolf hearing. I forgot.' Stiles worked in a save.

"Look, sure he left out some important details that we could of used, but I think Wolf Vader here has more than made it up, and in quite a stylish way I might add." Stiles was referring the the silver anklets Derek had given Scott to wear. Two high quality chains that rested around his ankles, they were slightly large in size and were more than enough to help keep himself in check. They even connected together to form a necklace Scott could wear under his pads during lacrosse practice.

He was apprehensive when he originally found the gifts on his bed. The first few days he kept them hidden under jeans despite the heat, and just spent the days enjoying the normality. Stiles however took an instant liking the jewelry, calling them "bad ass". Scott wasn't sure if that's how he felt about them personally, but his best friend told him to "own that shit" and that's exactly what he did. Showing up to school the next day in shorts with anklets in full view the co-lacrosse captain was nervous about what everyone would say, but the other teens took to the accessories like diabetics on a sugar cleanse. Everyone thought they were "cool" and "original", even Allison seemed a little jealous. Then on the second day Stiles fitted him with his precious Ray-Ban Wayfarers and it was like a collective status explosion. He felt his social star starting to shine even brighter. Scott's anger towards Derrick deflated. Stiles had pretty much demolished his validity for it so he would listen to what the other wolf had to say.

Derek silently thanked Stiles for the diffusion. He didn't come here to fight, but he would kick some wolf pup ass if needed.

"If you can operate on a higher level dulled, then you'll be better at it during your shifts, so don't get complacent. Keep working on controlling your senses and anger. The silvers only an aide, not a quick fix."

'Like Viagra!' Stiles giggled to himself.

"I trust you're not staying away from Allison like I told you," Derek said, all sarcasm.

"Well I can't just walk away from her after everything! I'm in love with her. I can control this," Scott tried to plead his case. Derek had stop caring awhile ago. It was obvious Scott wouldn't see reason until a crossbow was pointed in front of is face.

"You're two inch dick is going to get us all killed."

"I won't let that happen! I'm going to find the Alpha, kill the stupid thing and go back to being human so I can be with Allison, and you're going to help me Derrek since your uncle put me in this mess."

"You know Allison already knows you're a werewolf right? I mean she has to. She's already put a leash and collar on you and fed you from her bowl, and by bowl I mean vagina."

"Shut up Stiles!" Scott didn't need his friends jokes right now.

"Hey, i'm just saying," Stiles put up his hands in surrender. "Vagina."

Derek spoke up.

"Whatever. Look Scott, we need all the help we can get to fight the Alpha. Even before he went crazy my uncle was a cunning man. With four times the wolf strength as an Alpha now he's just fucking dangerous. We can't just run to the Argents and ask them for their help. Even if they did realize they can't take him alone the moment we finish him off they'll come straight for us to finish the job. You and I aren't cutting it. We need help we can at least semi-trust, do you understand?" Derek oozed dominance. Even without the leather jacket and 5 o'clock shadow arguing against his presence was a tough bid. He hoped the younger teen would get the point, or at least back down.

"Who else is gonna help us Derek? There's one else around who can fight him. It's just the two of us!"

Derek hesitated before he spoke, unsure of what he was about to say.

"Three."

Stiles eyes went wide and snapped to Derek. 'What did he just say? He wouldn't! Would he?'

"What?" Scott questioned, he didn't understand.

"It's just the three of us." Derek said again. He saw Stiles give him a look as if he had grown seven heads, he was going to regret this later.

"What are you taking about? Me and you, who's the third? My boss?"

Derek simply looked at Stiles, who in turned looked at him with fear. Scott followed his gaze.

"Stiles? Stiles can't fight! He's not a werewolf. I mean yea he's been awesome with his research and all but he'd get torn to bits. No offense bro." How could Derrek even consider his friend an option? He must have been spending to many nights stuck in that burned house alone.

Derek gave Stiles a look that said, "Do you want to tell him?"

'No, no, no ,no. Don't do this man, come on,' Stiles chanted in his head.

Sensing Stiles' answer Derek turned back to Scott and said coolly, "Stiles can fight. He's a faerie." A blank look took over Scott's face. He counted.

'1, 2, 3, 4,'

"WHAT? What are you talking about? Derek have you lost your mind?"

"He can fight with us Scott, he has his own powers. Go on, tell him," Derek jerked his head at Scott.

Stiles was frozen. The ground had just opened up under him and he was trying to figure out how to climb his way back up.

'How could he do this to me? How could he fucking do this to me? I only told him cause he forced me too, I even told him not to tell Scott. I never planned to. Aww shit now Scott's giving me that kicked puppy look. He's gonna flip that Derek knew first. Fuck he's always been such a whiny girl. What do I do? I need a distraction. Think think think! Kathy Griffin, no llamas, wait, didgeridoos, the stock market, Apple, 9/11! Oh shit too soon. We must Never Forget. Why am I talking like Obama? This isn't working, oh fuck.'

Scott was staring at him expectantly, waiting for him to prove everything Derek was saying wrong so they could laugh and go call the brooding teen insane.

"Stiles, tell him how crazy he sounds," Scott commanded, he wanted this conversation to be over with.

"I'm not crazy! He just doesn't want to tell you."

The young faerie could only fidget under their stares. He was hoping if he stayed quiet long enough the whole conversation would implode and swallow itself, never to be heard from again.

"Just tell him already Stiles!" Derek urged. He was getting impatient watching the scene play out, the guilt digging in. Scott felt like his world was tipping over, like the time Allison broke up with him, but deeper. Derek was telling him things about his best friend that shouldn't be true. Him! He needed someone to say something to end the joke and deliver the punchline.

"Tell him, just like you told me," Derek told him evenly

"He's lying, right Stiles?" but Scott had listened to their heartbeats and already knew. Derek's was calm and steady, there were no skips. Stiles' was erratic, beating faster and faster ever since Derek had said the word "faerie", and he was giving off a smell of fear. Even with the silver on he was sure of it.

Stiles took in his friend's fallen face with that betrayed look in his eye and knew that he was caught. He was on the verge of having a panic attack. Scott started to say something else.

'I can't deal with this right now.'

Pooft

There's chapter 4. Pretty lacking in humor compared to the other chapters I think, but I needed it to go somewhere more emotional for a minute. Sorry if this update took so long, I've been so busy with work, school, moving, and trying to start my own t-shirt line. Life's just getting hectic, but chapter 5 will definitely be up sometime this week. Reviews are loved! Let me know how you feel about this chapter or the story as a whole so far. I strive for improvement.

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