Episode 2 - Summer Fun - Pt3

Derek was pouting as he drove the Camaro up to his newly renovated house. He was smart enough not to say that he was glad to pick Stiles up as his death-trap Jeep was in in the shop for necessary upkeep. He would not be an asshole as he knew that Stiles' mom had owned the Jeep before he did - if there was anyone within the pack that could understand the significance of family mementos is was him. "So why do I have to let the Argent girl come?"

"So Scott actually appears without being an angst-ridden-ball of fluff," Stiles smirked. He knew that Scott was his best friend but since he'd started to go out with Allison - Allison was all Scott could see; he seemed blind to everything else. Stiles was of the opinion that Scott was more adorable puppy than fierce werewolf and any time he saw Scott with Allison - he did nothing to dissuade him of that opinion.

"Not helping … She is an Argent Stiles."

Stiles got it; he really did. The Argents and especially Kate Argent were responsible for pretty much wiping out Derek's family. He was more than okay with hating the Argents' that hunt as they were ones who were hunting his pack. Still, Allison was not hunting - she may have been trained but as she was seriously dating a werewolf she was as pretty against the code as you could be.

"Der' Allison and Scott could be Disney freaking characters rather than Werewolves and Hunters and besides it is a good strategy."

Derek's eyebrows really were a language all on their very own. He couldn't resist adding, "Really?"

"Oh my god! Yes. Think about it. Wherever Allison goes Scott follows so you can help gain true control of his wolf."

Derek could agree with that part but he did not the bit where she came from a family who hunted werewolves either. He argued, "True but her family hunts werewolves."

"So why not have her show the pack how they hunt you? Once you know ... you can plan against it."

Derek looked at his mate in wonder. He was proud that Stiles was his mate and he may be Alpha but he was smart enough to listen to good council. "You're amazing."

Stiles risked one glance from the road to smile shyly, "Thanks."

Derek smiled softly amazed that he could enjoy simple things. He wondered what his Alpha and Papa would make of Stiles. She would think he was adorable and a smart ass. He didn't think that anyone would give him any grief for his hang ups against the Argent clan as they were more than justified but he could see that Stiles had a valid point. Allison was not Kate and if he treated her like she was then he was doing her an injustice. "We'll say how it goes. What are your plans?"

Stiles in truth looked more nervous, "Well Lydia is a banshee with no clue what that means. Grandpa is coming to offer her information."

"That will be interesting."

Stiles was guessing that he would never ceased to be amazed by his mates propensity to state the obvious. Still he said it in such a deadpan way that Stiles actually found it adorable. He was turning into such a softy.

Stiles was smart enough to know that once the Pups finished training they would need food. So he dragged Derek into the kitchen so he could get on that but still enjoy Derek's company before the chaos descends.

"We will be in the preserve still," Derek explained.

Stiles rolled his eyes, "Relax you will train the pups ... I will make sure that Lydia gets some information about banshees and then we will have a glorious pack night/sleepover to help us get through High School."

Derek was mentally pouting at the thought of having to share the pack. It was going to drive his wolf and the betas wolves up the wall this year. They would react to the scents that would rub up against them due to the hustle and bustle of high school. "I know. You know that they will be hugging each other ... including you."

Stiles smirked, "Yes as a pack shares scents and as I will pretty much be Eau-de Alpha will mean that I can expect aggressive hugs all year."

"Pretty much," Derek shrugged as there was nothing he could do about it.

"I can live with that."

Derek laughed and reeled him in closer by his belt, "What about if I can't."

Stiles was solemn, "Well then you will just have to work hard to erase anyone's scent that isn't ours."

Derek burrowed into his neck, inhaling his scent at its strongest. It was cute really. He didn't mind and Stiles rubbed his cheek against Derek too - there was no rule that said he couldn't scent mark in return. They never got a chance to be gooey as Stiles heard the Porsche and the bike pull up outsides.

"Urgh blocked by the pups."

Derek laughed as he sensed that this could be a pattern for a long time to come. It was okay though; they would deal together. As they walked out onto the steps – they saw Scott and Jackson already wrestling. Stiles knew that Scotty was not fond of Jackson's new found closeness and would start stupid fights as a result. Stiles though was having none of it. He scolded, "Scott so help me behave or I will get a newspaper."

Lydia looked up from her phone, "Does that work?"

Stiles smirked, "Most of the time and if that fails I have a blast of magic to use as a reserve,"

"Handy."

Derek could see that this was the start of a conversation that would not end well for his furry members. "Well we will leave you to that chat. Clearly the pups have way too much energy."

They all whined do nothing to help them lose the tag of pups but Derek was firm. It was one of the ways to help them gain control literally tire the rebellious part out of them. Lydia was amused and Jackson was doing her head in with his battle with McCall, "I don't run in Manolos."

Derek smirked at that as she wasn't challenging the idea of running just not in the shoes she was wearing. "Relax Stiles and you are going to be doing something else."

"What?"

Stiles enjoyed being the mystery man, "Follow me and find out…"

Lydia followed Stiles into the house her curiosity evident. "Why are we here and the others outside?"

Stiles smirked, "Well the betas need training and Derek and Allison when she gets here are the best ones to deliver that to them."

Lydia rolled her eyes as she didn't want Stiles to tell her the obvious. She wanted answers, "I know that but what are we doing research?"

Stiles smiled softly as he was glad that Lydia had definitely thrown off the mantle of stupid popular airhead. "Not today. Today I thought you would want to meet someone and learn a little about who you are."

A man materialised out of thin air making her jump. He was authoritative and powerful and even though neither were a wolf she felt the need to elongate her neck. She watched as the man embraced Stiles - she could see that they shared enough facial features to be related. If she was hazarding a guess she would assume the maternal grandfather. If she was correct then he'd aged really well. She couldn't help tease Stiles, "If your grandfather can dress like royalty, why can't you?"

Edward took in the firecracker and he could see why Stiles had been so taken with her. She was bewitching in her own way and the close link to the Fae would have made Stiles doubly interested. "I like you."

"I suspect that that is a good thing for my longevity."

Edward smiled genially, "I have established my reputation and power so I now only have to kill those who are truly stupid."

Stiles smirked, "He is who I follow when dealing with our enemies Lydia."

Lydia was impressed and was beginning to realise that whilst her school persona was an impressive feat in hiding who she truly was - she was beginning to realise that Stiles might have been even better. "You are a surprise every day."

Stiles flushed and as he became more confident and let more people see the true him she knew that there would be more and more people who would resent Derek for seeing it first. It was funnier really for when they would fall at it his feet - it won't matter. Stiles will only ever see Derek in that way. "You say the sweetest things now we need to start working with you on your powers."

Lydia considered the worry that was emanating from both of them and she wanted to know. There was more urgency in this than just letting her test out shiny new powers. "Why?"

Edward shared a look with Stiles asking for his advice; Stiles shrugged but personally he felt that no matter how difficult the subject - forewarned is forearmed. It looked like he agreed with Stiles as he sighed and explained, "You need to understand your powers and try as best as you can to get them under control."

"There is a catch, isn't there?"

Stiles winced as Lydia was a genius which means it never took her long to figure out something. "Lyds the trouble is especially banshees from normal mortal families - well their powers manifest and they have no true understanding of what they are and up receiving help for schizophrenia."

Lydia heard it and could guess why. When it had been revealed by Stiles why she had survived the Alpha's note without turning she had done her own research. The trouble was that the internet was a vast place and she did not have the ability yet to sift through what was useless or what was gold. "So it's true I'm a Harbinger of Death ... I can hear the voices of death."

Edward was impressed at her poise and grace. "You have the unique and somewhat useful ability once you've refined your powers to talk to the dead. All Banshees have a connection to the spirit realm close enough to hear what is going on but not to be in danger of dying yourself."

Lydia was never prone to freak outs as they were pointless and just wasted energy that could be used productively. "Great so I can find the bodies that will give the pack a headache. Is there anything that will help me protect myself or the pack?"

She was pragmatic; she'd already made her parents enrol her in a gun glass. Shooting would not be difficult as it was all physics and he classes were a requirement if you intended to purchase a licence to carry a concealed arm.

Edward definitely laughed at a question, "There is one particular skill that I can tell you will be able to cultivate and that is the piercing scream. If you are going to hang around with werewolves who have aural sensitivity ... it is a skill I would practice."

Lydia may be a bitch but she knew there was a time and place for it - here and now, was not the time. She was grateful for the help that the Fae King had given her. "I thank you for the information your majesty. May i ask if you know who would be able to help cultivate my skills?"

Edward knew from Stiles that she was usually not so calm or polite but then again - he was new and people had carried stories about him. He liked the way that she did not dare to impinge on his time and was trying to seek alternate help. It was nice of her to try but she had yet to realise that Stiles considered her close, practically family and thus he would help her gladly. If for no other reason than she could help protect his grandson - not that Stiles needed much protection. The day was waning and he did have other business to attend to, "I appreciate your candour and desire not to burden me Miss Martin but I and Stiles will be the ones to help you unlock your powers."

Lydia did not bother to hide her relief. She knew that this was big and she was pleased that she would have the best people helping her to unlock this new side of her. "Thank you."

"Nonsense you mean something to Stiles which means you are something to me."

It was a grand statement in which to exit by and it was his right. Lydia still looking at Stiles as if to say was that true,

Stiles rolled his eyes with fondness, "Lydia I may not crush on you with my epic love ... but you are pack and that means you are family." An impish grin over took his features, "Besides I think that you and I plotting together could be something else."

She nodded assimilating everything she had been told. They did not have time to talk privately any longer as the pack burst through the doors. Stiles knew the score - they had been training and so they had used up massive amounts of their energy reserves they would need food. He went into the kitchen to get the stuff that he had prepared earlier. This would be last pack party of the holiday - they needed to enjoy it.

The betas had demanded a park party on the last night of freedom. Derek was not sure why his house was nominated as the site of the party but all he could see were his betas happy and any scowl or argument died on his tongue. Well, that was during the party when the Betas all fell asleep in a puppy pile leaving behind all the crap he was not too happy.

Stiles could tell that he was dying to go all Alpha on their asses. He laughed softly and quiet enough that he would wake up none of the betas all rolled in a mass of limbs. They refused to call it a 'puppy pile' and yet Stiles failed to see what else he could call it. He kissed Derek to distract him from ranting and picked up a plastic bag. He didn't mind cleaning; it was a useful task that helped his ADHD to settle.

Derek quirked an eyebrow seeing how easily Stiles started to tidy up. It was horribly domestic and he got too see what life would be like when Stiles finished High School and could officially move in. He chose to join his mate in the task; they managed to clean up in companionable silence. Derek knew that Stiles might be quiet vocally but was no doubt having a million thoughts. In truth, Derek was too - Tomorrow would see the start of a new term and because Derek and Stiles had been exceptionally well behaved his father had given him permission to stay over. The whole town were aware they were dating but thought it was incredibly sweet that Derek was waiting for him to turn eighteen. Well, what the town didn't know wouldn't hurt them and besides Derek was entering the final stage of his training which he was doing down at the station.

Stiles was good and had managed to keep his hands to himself as the last thing he wanted to do was make his Dad's or Derek's future job difficult. If his Dad had to arrest Derek for statutory rape - that would be awkward.

He looked around the room where everyone had fallen asleep in a huge nest of blankets and the like. It was freaking adorable and no matter how much he denied it - it warmed his heart. Derek squeezed his shoulder in silent agreement. They could have stayed there on the room and joined them but they had more sense and chose to sleep on Derek's newly arrived bed. They were heading up the stairs having checked on the beta and human members of the pack one more time. That was the plan but they groaned hearing the knock at the door. Stiles whimpered as he went to open it, surprised to see his Dad there especially as he was still on duty.

"Is everything okay?"

The Sheriff shook his head and Stiles knew that it was serious, "What is it?"

"Is Isaac asleep?" His Dad asked.

Stiles and Derek could guess where this was coming. They would need to have a serious chat. "You want a drink?"

"I won't say not to a coffee."

Stiles gladly took the distraction of making the drink. He saw his Dad look fondly at the pack puppy pile. "They are comfortable they assure Derek and I."

"You sure?"

Stiles shrugged, as he could attest to the comfort as he and Derek had participated in more than a few as touch was one of the ways to strengthen the bonds between the pack.

Derek was never one to beat around the bush, "When did he get out?"

The Sheriff didn't bother to his annoyance at all. "The Judge agreed to bail in his case as there is a restraining order against him going anywhere near Isaac."

"And who thought that was a good idea?"

John rolled his eyes at his son's question because he was never one not call out someone if their idiocy was apparent. He really hated being an elected official as he could not call people out on their stupidity. "Judge Watkins resided and Principal Argent spoke up to his character and service to the school."

"Did he now?" Stiles said with interest. He was inclined to hate Lahey senior forever for how he'd treated Isaac but now he was definitely going to have a hate on for the guy. After all, if you had a douchebag hunter stand up to attest for your character Stiles was sure that you pretty much had to be scum.

Derek was as angry as his mate - Isaac was pack and the pup that everyone doted on in the pack as he had had such a rough start in life. "We will tell him tomorrow so he is not surprised before school!"

Stiles frowned not liking what Derek was suggesting, "You think his Dad will pull something/"

"I think he is a bully that has been embarrassed and in my experience that never ends well."

Stiles could see that logic and a fierce protective instinct rose up. "I'll make him a protective amulet and the pack will work together to make sure that he is never alone."

The sheriff smiled as he recognised that tone - that was pure Claudia. "Well I will feel safer anyway I will leave you all to get sleep. I will see you tomorrow Derek and Stiles I want you home tomorrow kiddo so I can find out how the first day of school went."

"Sure thing Dad," Stiles readily agreed besides if his Dad wanted him home – the pack would probably follow.

Derek and Stiles were horrifically domestic in seeing his Dad off. The Alpha pair looked back in on their pups and Stiles smiled seeing the way that Lydia and Jackson had pulled Isaac closer to them. Stiles had known that Lydia and Jackson had took him under their wing and according to Jackson - there was a romance brewing between him and Danny. Stiles couldn't say that he would stop it as Danny was probably the nicest person he knew, which was why he was always confused why he as such good friends with Lydia and Jackson. Don't get him wrong he adored both of them but they could be abrasive assholes when the mood called for it.

Derek loomed over his shoulder, checking in on the pack one last time. He knew that there would be challenges but for now the pack were safe under his roof and he and his wolf would sleep content especially as they could curl up around their mate.