I do not own Teen Wolf, This is an AU Derek/Stiles (Sterek) Story. I will take and keep going if people so chose me to. But I just wanted to try my hand in something new. Again I do not Own Teen Wolf Jeff Davis does. Also I am really new at this so if I have done anything wrong, I am deeply sorry.

Chapter Six

All Hell Breaks lose

Stiles at first was confused at to what Derek was saying to him. And slowly his mind pieced together every thing Derek had just said to him. He remembered reading something about Were-wolfs and there mates in one of his Were-wolf books. As what Derek had just told him sank in he turned so his knee was pulled up on the bed and looked at the older male.

"You say mate, Derek how long have you know I was your mate? Telling me sooner would have saved us a lot of messes. Why did you really keep it from me for so long?"

Derek frowned he was looking down at his hands now. They where shaking slightly as he finally looked back up to the younger male. He had no idea how to answer that. He had always known. From the first time he saw Stiles which mind you had not really been that day in the woods. He had seen him with his dad many times before Stiles mother had died. Before his father became abusive. He opened his mouth to speak and it snapped back shut.

Derek finally reached his hand over and took Stiles hand in his and sighed. How could he tell Stiles that he has known since before Stiles mother passed away. No he would leave that part out, unless his wolf had other plans. One thing he had always found was it was hard to hide anything from Stiles. Even if it was something he needed to hide. Finally this time when his mouth opened he spoke.

"I have known for a long time. Since the first time I saw you, and no Stiles that was not that day Scott was looking for his inhaler. I wont say when, you are already enough shaken with out me adding to it. But I have known for a long time and my original reason not telling you is because you have been chasing Lydia since 3rd grade I honestly though you where straight. Then I heard you one day asking Scott and Jackson's friend Danny if they found you attractive and it made me wonder."

With out another word Derek made a move to leave the younger male to his thoughts, when he tried to let go of Stiles hand the younger male held on tighter. If Derek had wanted to he could have pulled away but he let Stiles pull him in closer. He felt the younger male wrap his arms around him and Derek wrapped his arms back around Stiles. His inner wolf humming in contentment all the while.

(. This next part took me forever to really muster up so please bare that in mind when reading. This is a pan over part. We are leaving Stiles and Derek in the hale house to see what good Old Papa Stilinski is up to. )

John Stilinski throw the empty Jack Daniels bottle against the wall, when it hit the bottle exploded in a shower of sparkling glass shards making tinkling sounds as they hit the floor. He stood up on wobbling legs and went to get another bottle. Only to be stopped by a rather large buff man. How had the man gotten in, he had no clue but he grumbled about people braking into the sheriffs house and how he needed new locks and where his worthless little piece of shit son was.

He made his way over on wobbly legs and growled. The man stood taller, with broad shoulders and a deep tan like he worked out side. Soon two more men joined him. One seemed younger not much older than stiles if that and the other older like John. He puffed up and growled out a warning. He slurred as she spoke.

"Looooo I donno whoooo you thin you aare but ge out."

Yes anyone could tell that good old John Stilinski was the smartest man in the world. All three men stood there ground. All three growled to match the growling Sheriff and gave the man a pointed stair. It was the older man who stepped forward, his eyes glowed he wanted to make a point to the man who had been abusing Stiles. Derek's father to another step forward his fangs elongating and he spoke clean and clear.

"Listen Stilinski, Your son wont be home tonight, in fact he wont be home until you clean up your act. If I catch you near him. My sons and I will rip your throat out with our teeth. Your never going to hurt that boy again. You can come and get him when you've sobered up and realized that just because Mary is gone, does not mean it was Stiles fault. You can't keep blaming him for something you missed. Or have you forgotten John, She was out taking you your dinner when she was killed. Making Stiles believe she died of Cancer was pretty easy since he was so young. But it's time for you to come clean and realized had it not been for you, she would still be here."

Yes The man new his words were harsh and hard but someone had to say it. And his words earned him a very sloppy knuckle sandwich. He probably would have taken and punched the man back if he had not deserved that hit. But he could see John sober up very fast and the next words that came from the mans lips where full of venom.

John know recognized the men as Derek Hale's father and two of his brothers. His best guess would be the shaggy blondeish one was Aaron the one not much older than Stiles and the big one with the shoulders from hell must be Kurtis. Leaving John staring down Derek's father.

"Oh I will get Stiles back, Just you wait. And you Hale can leave how you came unless you want a bullet between your eyes. Don't you ever come here talking like that again. And its my business how I raise my son not yours."

At this a growl emitted from Aaron and Kurtis. This time it was the younger one that stepped up Aaron who spoke next. And Damn did he have something to say.

"Look Stilinski, Your hurting Stiles for false reason's, And by hurting Stiles your hurting my brother. And when you mess with my brother you mess with all of us. Just be glad we came and my mother didn't. You never wanna mess with a momma wolf who's young you have messed with unknowingly. You had my brother in tears. Meaning we are the nice ones. Mess with Stiles again and your will live to regret it because it wont be us at your door next time. It will be here."

With that the Hales left the Stilinski house with some of Stiles cloths and belongings. John was left very much sobered up now and foaming at the mouth. He pulled his cell out and called Chris, he had plans to go out fishing with the man this weekend. The phone only rang three times before chris picked up.

"Hello John, What do you need friend."

John sighed and started cleaning up the glass from the bottle as he spoke.

"Remember those bullets you asked me if I wanted some of?"

there was a long pause. The silence was almost deafening to the man.

"Yeah I remember I have a box for you if you want them. You should have taken them when I warned you about what was really happening in Beacon Hills."

John gave a sour chuckled and he new that Chris was right. But at the time he was mostly bent on what he was doing. And he was going to show Stiles what it would be to go behind his back like he did. This time John would show him who the real boss was. Yeah that's what he would do.

"I need them can you drop them off for me I have some business I need to handle."

"Alright John I will drop them off and leave them in your cruser. What ever your going to do just be careful there is a lot more dangers things out then than a thug."

After that the line went dead, John cleaned up the rest of the glass and went to change cloths. He would be a son of a bitch if he was going to let a bunch of mangy mutts take his son away. With that though in mind John went out to his car and found what he needed in side. The man got in loaded his gun with the wolfs bane bullets and then pulled out. He had a bottle of Whiskey he was working on while he drove.

Not even 20 minutes later John pulled up to the Hale house. He got out throwing his now Empty Whiskey bottle on the ground and then walked up to the hale house. It was only a little after 4 pm so the light was still shinning bright, but john new the bigger hales where all out patrolling.

"Can I help you?"

Derek's mother announce as she walk out the door and drop the large yellow bag on the pourch. Something doesn't feel right, what's wrong?

"Hale, who the fuck do you think you are?"

Stiles father asks as he makes his way up the steps. The man held a gun aiming it at Derek's mother.

"I want my son now."

Oh no was all Stiles though as he ran down the stairs. Derek had already left to partol leaving it only his mother, The young members and Stiles.

"Stiles what the hell are you doing in this god forsaken place. MOVE IT NOW!"

Stiles gulped. "I-I-I." Stiles gulped again. He stumbles towards Stiles and grabs his arm tightly.

Please don't hurt me, I've done nothing wrong. John Dragged stiles off the pourch and throw in in the cruser firing one warning shot before he got in and speed off. The ride to the house was short even for his father in his drunken state. The car stopped and again Stiles felt that tight grip yanking him out of the car. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, it won't happen again." He stammered as he was drapped into the house.

"Like hell it won't." His grip on Stiles arm tightens and he slams him against the wall. Stiles wince in pain and that makes him laugh.

You Bastard

You Sick Bastard

"I'm sorry, please, please." It's so hard to keep the tears from coming, but he won't cry, not in-front of him. he swear he wouldn't give this bastard the pleasure in seeing him cry.

"Please what?" His hand closes over Stiles throat and he close his eyes tightly.

What happened to the caring man who always hugged him when he was little, the man who promised not to let anyone hurt him, he think's that includes you're self. How can someone change so quickly?

"No." he say, barely a whisper.

He laughs again. "Wrong answer." He picks him up by the neck. Oh Gods, it hurts so bad. Stiles hands try to pry his off but he can't, Stiles is not strong enough. Now the tears are flowing freely down his face.

No.

No crying.

Stiles hears him laugh once more as he flings his body easily across the room and he lands, stomach first, onto the table, smashing it from his body weight and the force of his throw. The glass vase that once rested peacefully on the table is now smashed under him, the shards of glass cutting his skin. Something warm runs down his face.

Blood.

His forehead is cut open and he can tell that the shard of glass that cut his forehead is still in the cut.

"Clean this damn mess that you made up." He commands and Stiles hears him walk away. A door opens and closes and stiles know he is in his room. He's probably minutes away from passing out.

Stiles pushed myself up from the broken table and glass and make his way towards his bathroom. His head, his arms, His legs hell, his body, it feels as if he'd been split in two, maybe three. Oh hell, he feel like he'd been chopped up into bite size pieces.

He stumble into the bathroom and examine himself in the mirror. A bruise is forming around his neck and a large gash is cut into his forehead. No surprises there. Stiles spot's the glass in his gash and slowly pull it out.

It hurts like a bitch.

When it is finally out his blood covers it and he drop it in the waste basket. He quickly pull out the shards of glass from his arms, legs, and stomach. He had cuts all over from the glass that hates him so. Stiles rinsed them with water and then clean them with peroxide. If they didn't already hurt enough, now there stinging my skin to no end. It's hard to bite back the tears from the stinging pain, but he manage.

After the stinging stops he goes back out to the broken table and vase. He picked up the shards and in the process pock himself a couple of times. He throw them away and drag the peices of the table outside to the dumpster.

He'd have to buy a new table tomorrow. Oh goo-die When he finish disposing of the table and gathering all of the glass he can find he head's towards his room. He wish this pain would go away and leave him alone. But of course, that is out of the question.

Stiles silently open his door and walk in. He close it, if possible, even quieter. He walk to his bed and fall onto his back, in attempt not to cause anymore harm to his stomach with it's many cuts.

He wince in pain.

Apparently flopping onto his bed wasn't the brightest idea. Who cares? He sure didn't. Not anymore. He crawl up to his pillow and laid his head down on it. Maybe sleep will ease the pain. It's worth a try, even though he already know it wouldn't. He needed to convince himself though, tell himself the pain will leave and everything will be okay.

Feh. Nothing will ever be okay. Okay has flown out the window and far away from him. He hug his pillow and closed his eyes, letting sleep over take his scenes 'Everything will be okay.' he tell's himself. 'One day I'll be dead.'

Stiles didn't know how long he slept before he heard it. He turned over after hearing the door and looked at the clock.

It read.

8:30

He hears the door creaked open behind him. He turned around to see his father stumbling in with his hand behind his back. Stiles was still in bed. But Jumped up as fast as his already wounded body would let him.

"Stiles." He slurred. He was defiantly wasted.

"Yeah." He said a little unsure.

"Come here."

He slowly walked over to him. "Yeah."

Suddenly the hand behind his back was in-front of him and before he could react his right arm was cut. In his hand was a 7 inch knife.

He grabbed his bleeding arm but it was to long for his hand to cut looked about 9 inches long and maybe an inch deep.

He swung the knife at him again and cut him across the stomach. he gasped and bent over but jumped back before he could stab him in the back.

Stiles pushed him to the side and ran out the door. He heard him yelling and cursing his name as He ran down the stairs and soon heard his footsteps close behind him.

Stiles flannel was quickly drenched in the crimson red liquid.

He ran out into the yard and to his surprise there was no one there. Not even the the nosy people next door. Oh great. Tonight's the night they decide to not be around. He pushed passed the doors and ran down the street. Once again, no one.

"Get your fucking ass back here." My father yelled.

'Right away.' He thought and quickened his pace. He saw an alley way half a block away and decided it would be easy for him to escape if he went through it.

He looked behind him while he turned into the alley way.

Bad mistake.

he looked forward and then stopped perfectly still as He saw what was in-front of Him.

A chain fence.

Wait. A chain fence. He'd just climb it. He'd done it before.

Stiles run up to it and jump as high as he could and grab onto it. He let out a scream in pain as he remember the gash in his arm and stomach. Stiles almost grabbed his right arm but had to keep holding on and try to ignore the pain but the burning in his stomach is not making it any easier.

Stiles start climbing slowly and he's nearly to the top. His left hand grabs the bar at the top and he slowly pull himself up.

Someone grabs his leg and pulls hard. His left arm is yanked away from the bar leaving his right hand holding on. Stiles scream as he feel the gash open and the blood drips to the ground. Stiles felt a stabbing pain in his leg and realize that now it has been stabbed along with his arm and stomach.

Stiles hand slips and he fall to the ground, his back making contact with the concrete with a sickening thud. Stiles look up to see nothing but range on his father's face. He raises the knife above his head and then brings it down quickly.

Stiles closed his eyes tightly and wait for the final blow but it never comes. Stiles hears a grunt and the sound of trash cans being crashed into. Someone warm then picked him up.

"Stiles." A soft voice comes. It's a male and it sounds familiar.

He open his eyes slowly to meet beautiful blue/green/gray/hazel ones. He blink a couple of times as his mind tries to comprehend the man.

The loss of blood is making him dizzy and tired. He slowly closed his eyes and whisper.

"D-D-Der ek."

The next thing Stiles new he woke up shooting up right in bed screaming. Not because of a nightmare no nothing like that he was not dreaming that his own father was going to kill him or anything like that. No he could just push the smell of fear off as sudden pain flashing through his body and the two strong hands pushing him back.

"Stiles, Stiles cam down your safe, Just lay back and rest you are hurt pretty bad please."

there was a slight whimpering in the room, When stiles eyes focused finally he spotted Scott in one corner, Isaac next to the bed, Erica behind him and Boyd holding Erica to his chest. Letting out a soft sigh he laid back as Scott's mom walked over. She held clean bandages and cleaning stuff. Derek was growling even though Stiles new that Derek new Melissa would not hurt him.

"Derek I need to change his bandages, why don't you and the others go get him something to eat."

At this all of them growled aside from Scott. But Stiles just closed his eyes and pressed his head into the pillow. He didn't want to hear them growling, his mind was still fuzzy the only thing he really remembered was what his dad did. And he vagley remembered Derek coming and saving him.

Once the room was empty Melisa when to work. She remains silent until she finished then she spoke.

"Stiles why didn't you tell anyone? Why didn't you come to me or Scott?"

Stiles pulled the pillow into his arms and curled up. He had only one answer. Yes john had abused him but he was still his father and he was the only thing Stiles had left. He had no where else to go no he had to live with what was happening.

"I couldn't, I had no place to go, and you know he was not always like that. He use to love me and protect me. I think he just lost his way."

Melisa frowned but took the answer and kissed Stiles forehead before she left the room, Only to be replaced by Derek. His savoir. Yes one Derek Hale had come to his Rescue even though he had no clue how Derek new where he was.

Stiles didn't know when it happened but everything went dark after Derek came back. Like Stiles had the strength to sleep now that he was not alone. He felt the bed move some and he rolled so he was curled up against Derek. He was cold so the warmth from Derek really helped.

Later he heard whispered voices he could only guess to be the pack talking.

"Derek we can't just let him get away with hurting stiles like that we have to do something."

A growl rumbled in his ear and he felt the body close to him vibrating. But The boy in question was to tired to worry. After that it went silent.

"No Isaac we have to let stiles make that choice, If he wants to go against his father that is fine we will stand by him. But I was the only one that saw what happened. Hes the Sherriff it will be his word against all of ours. Stiles has to do this."

This caused none other than Erica one of the ones that like to push Stiles around to speak up. Derek was shocked at what the blond had to say and didn't tune her out.

"The hell he will get away with it. No one and I mean no one hurts pack and gets away with it. Yes I know Derek I pick on him and push him around but hes the batman to my Cat-women We have to do something."

After this Derek made them all leave he had things on his mind and at this moment he just wanted to think. All the pack members left the room aside from Scott who walked to the bed. He stood next to Derek and put his hand on Derek's shoulder.

"Thank you for saving him Derek. I had no idea his dad was doing this to him. How could I be so blind some of the bruises he pushed off as sports related where in places that you don't get them in sports man. I was so caught up in everything else that I missed that my best friend and brother needed me."

At this Derek put his hand over Scott's and squeezed it. Yes the big bad Derek hale squeezed his hand. And then looked over to the younger male on his right and sighed. Stiles would be fine now he was not letting him out of his side any time soon.

"It's okay Scott we all sometimes miss what is really in front of our faces. Look how long I have missed what was really going on at the stilinski house. And I am an alpha. You are young and your going to make a lot more mistakes before you are grown up and Stiles he wont hold those mistakes against you and Neither will I. Your a good friend to him, ya sometimes you forget he needs you but that is where the rest of us will pick up and remind him that you love him and care and will forget a lot more still but will be there when it counts."

Was Derek really being this sweet and nice to a beta. Yes he was how was he supposed to show leader ship if he was speaking so kind and calm to a beta that was not really even part of his pack. And what happened next would shock him even more.

"Hes your mate isn't he Derek? And if that is the case then hes part of your pack and if hes part of your pack then I want you to be my Alpha. Stiles is like my brother and well I want to be there for him."

Derek just nodded how could this no brain twirp know that Stiles was his mate. Perhaps it was the way he left Stiles curl into him. Perhaps it was the fact that Derek had saved him and promised to stand by him but he sighed and finally started speaking again.

"yes he is, and just like I told him earlier I have known for a long time. I have known since the moment I saw him and no it was not in the woods when you where looking for your inhaler. I saw him long before that. Go get some rest you will train with the rest of the pack tomorrow, While I help my mom get Stiles set up here. I sent your mom home she will be coming by again tomorrow to change his bandages again but for now just rest."

With that said Scott gave a short nod and left the room. Derek shifted some and laid down pulling stiles in close to him but being careful not to hurt him any more than he already wast. He pressed a soft kiss to the younger male's forehead whispered a good night then closed his eyes.

(So I hope this makes up a little for not posting in a while. This chapter is the longest one yet. It's 4269 words. I wanted to give you something longer because well because you have all been so patient with me and understanding. And I can't thank you all enough for that. Also let me know if I should keep going or just leave it at this. I think I will leave it up to your all if Stiles goes to the cops and turns his father in or if he just stays with Derek and the hales and leaves it at that. )