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Stiles the Bunny

07 – What to do Next

While everyone is staring at Derek, Derek stares at me and then says, "Stiles was kidnapped in broad daylight. We immediately began to search the forests on the outskirts of town and swept inwards," this is all news to me and I lay down on Peter's lap getting comfortable. "Obviously we didn't find him. On the night of the full moon only those werewolves with proven anchors were allowed out to continue hunting for Stiles," oh my god they really were looking for me!

"The Sheriff was hunting with his Deputies, following the legal channels, and he zeroed in on the house Stiles was being kept in about the same time as the werewolves were scheduled to do a sweep of the area, from the cultists' statements we've overheard, the werewolves would all have been too late without the lightening, I'm assuming that's what gave Stiles a chance to escape," he pauses so I nod at him.

"By the time anyone got there half the cultists were down babbling about lightening and Stiles turning into a rabbit, the rest were ready to turn on their fellow cultists and swear they were given drugs because it was a huge hallucination. That's what I meant by saying 'Strange even for Beacon Hills'," Derek stops and that's all the information we get from him, but for him that's a lot of words.

But now I want to know about my dad, I've been missing for days and when he found where I was being held he got a story about me being a rabbit, damn it I should have stayed.

"Easy Stiles," Peter is soothing me as I'm squeaking and grunting.

"Your dad is fine Stiles," Derek says seemingly guessing what's upsetting me, "He's tired and he's combing the area looking for you, but we're keeping an eye on him, and Scott's mom has made sure he's eaten healthily," I sag back and collapse in relief.

"Mom says the FBI are even getting involved because the cultists kidnapped you, and they kept mementos of others," Scott butts in, "This wasn't the first time they've done this, she says she heard them telling your dad there's far too many kidnap cases being solved by being homicides and mom said at least the families will get a body to bury at the end of it," but those big doopey puppy dog eyes are all sad and I hate a sad Scott.

Hopping off of Peter's lap I hop onto Scott's and lean up his body to try and hug him, he wraps his arms around me, "Thanks bro," he mutters and then he says, "Oh my god Stiles, your fur is so soft, I'm never letting you go."

"And that's a prime example of a rabbit Hind's ability," Peter interjects.

A hand ruffles the fur near my tail and Erika exclaims, "Scott's right that's seriously soft fur," she holds her hands out, "Let me hold him," she demands.

"No," Scott turns his body slightly away from her, "He's my best friend and bro."

Snarling Erika reaches out anyway, her claws growing at an alarming rate, "He saved my life in the library, and anyway you abandon him all the time, I only want to hold him for a little while…" Scott growls at her, his own fangs lengthening.

"Enough!" Derek roars going all Alpha, "Stiles is not a toy, until you can play nicely I'll hold him," and the big bad wolf with glowing red eyes takes me from a sulking Scott and I'm deposited on a lap covered in black denim. An arm loops around me and that's it, he doesn't even stroke me.

I don't want Derek Hale to stroke me normally, but at the moment I really need to be stroked, so I stretch out and nudge his hand with my head, he moves it away and I wiggle across his lap, that gets me nowhere. Sitting up I use my back leg to thump on his leg and get his attention.

"What?" He asks frowning down at me.

Manoeuvring across his leg I nudge his hand and he moves it away again, so I do the leg thump again hoping he gets the idea.

"Stiles what do you want?" Derek's frown is getting darker.

"He wants you to stroke him," Peter says and then reaches out to me, "If you don't want to stroke him give him back, I'll do it."

"No, I can do it," Derek's hand tentatively touches my fur and I flop down onto his lap as he keeps stroking me, that's much more like it and I grind my teeth happily.

"So what now?" Jackson asks looking annoyingly perfect like always.

"Now we protect and hide Stiles until he can turn back, then we sneak him in close to the house he was kept in, then he's discovered and life goes on," Peter smirks, "And the best bit is we simply say that Stiles was too close to the lightening strikes causing him to go temporarily deaf so he wouldn't have heard the nice police officers calling for him."

That's sensible so I close my eyes as Derek's hand soothes me and I only have a little while until I can see my dad again and get grounded for the rest of my life but at least he'll be okay.

It goes quiet for a few minutes and I start to doze off on Derek's lap when Scott asks, "Can I hold him now?"

Jerking awake I blink at him and as much as I want to sit with Scott I need to stay with Derek, it's important that I'm here, or strangely enough with Jackson, there's a kind of tug pulling me to the dick of a boy who's watching me unblinkingly and his hands are twitching slightly.

"No," Peter says, "I think Stiles has been cooped up inside for far too long, we should take him to the meadow and let him run around, he still has a while to stay as a rabbit, you'll have time to cuddle him later."

Go out? I sit upright and look at Peter in hope. He nods, "Obviously we'll be with you the whole time, if you get worried or frightened just hop to one of us."

Awesome.

Jumping off of Derek's lap I round the sofa and race up the ramp to go and pee and poop. I may be a rabbit but I have standards, I'm not peeing outside unless I have to. Hopping down the ramp I run through my tunnels to grab a snack of hay and slurp some water and then I bolt to the French windows and scratch on the glass impatiently.

"Yes, yes, I see that annoying part of your personality has survived the transformation to a rabbit intact," Peter stands up, "Let me put some shoes on and we'll go."

"Um," Scott wavers, "I know I told mom we do the wolfy thing on full moons to help each other out, and that we'd still be searching for Stiles, but she's expecting me back soon."

"Lydia too," Is all Jackson says though his eyes dart to me.

"So phone them," Peter snarks, "They already know about us, there's no reason they shouldn't know about Stiles," he rolls his eyes at them, "Besides this way we have more people to look out for him."

Scott's already dialling, "Hey mom, it's me. We found Stiles, yeah he's okay, he's a rabbit." The idiot goes quiet listening as are most of the werewolves and damn it why can't I hear too, this new body sucks. "Yeah, really a rabbit, he's white with brown eyes and he should have golden claws. He's supposed to be a Golden Hind or something and he has special cuddle powers now." Then Scott winces, "Mom, god we were five," ah the first sleep over where we slept in the same bed and woke up cuddling, his mom took pictures, she takes them out now and again to embarrass Scott. "Yes, mom, okay but we're at Derek's new place and Peter's here," the boy holds his phone away from his ear for about a minute.

"Ow, mom, sensitive ears and no Peter hasn't eaten Stiles, he's cuddled him though but Stiles' fur is really soft," he makes 'ums' and 'u-huhs' and then gives her the address, "Okay see you this afternoon mom, love you." He palms his phone and puts it away, "I can stay and mom's coming over to see Stiles."

Derek isn't that pleased with the information but only scowls.

Peter grins and I wait for him to comment on how Melissa McCall is an amazing and gorgeous woman who's under appreciated but he says nothing, which is new.

Sighing Jackson uses his phone, "Lydia, I can't make it to watch the Notebook, we have a Stiles thing going on," he goes silent listening, "No he's alive but he's a rabbit," he winces a lot like Scott did, then he turns and snaps a photo of me, "That's Stiles," he must have sent the photo to her, "Look we're taking him for a walk and you can come over after if you want, Scott's mom is, or not, it's up to you," he nods a few times and then puts his phone away, "Lydia's coming over too, she wants to know when we get back from our walk."

Rising gracefully to her feet Erika smirks, "You are so whipped Whittemore," she saunters over to me, and leans down to pick me up, "Stiles you are just so snuggley," I sit in her arms and let her cuddle me not once to my eyes stray to her chest, and that in itself is weird.


A/N: Sorry for any and all mistakes, I've tried to catch those I could, but I'm only human.