Edited by my lovely beta kittiekatt as always! Also the next part in the Red Riding Sweets Series is being edited so look forward to that!

I'm planning on writing a Sterek Halloween themed fic, I hope to finish on time though!

An Alpha's Trust

Chapter 7: You'll Fix this Right?

Stiles scowled and slammed the door shut behind him. "I take it that the conversation with the resident grumpy Alpha didn't go well?" Danny didn't look up from his laptop, his fingers continuing their tap of the keys as he typed.

Stiles huffed and collapsed next to him jostling the other teen's laptop. "He just ugh!" He shoved his face into the armrest and let out a muffled scream.

Lydia flipped a page in her tome. "If you want to suffocate yourself go find a scientifically proven method to do so."

Allison let out a giggle as she restrung her bow.

Stiles flipped her off and turned to lie on his back. "Derek Hale is an asshole. An asshole that frustrates me-he's just GAH!"

"You would think that for someone who talks as much as you do, you 'd be able to articulate better."

"Fuck you Martin."

"Don't talk about your fantasies in public Stilinski."

"Please. I stopped having those years ago. Don't flatter yourself."

"Like I need to flatter myself. Have you seen me?"

"I know you. Why do you think I stopped fantasizing?"

Danny and Allison struggled to breathe from the force of their laughter. Danny wheezed and wiped his eyes. "The only one ever capable of talking back to Lydia Martin."

Allison laughed harder. "It's like he's the sassy gay friend."

Stiles turned to look at Allison. "Noooooo. Danny is the gay friend. I'm equal opportunity. I'm the sassy bisexual friend." He turned to Danny and grinned. "Dude, stop breaking stereotypes–go be the sassy gay friend."

Danny let out a snort and covered his face. "I think you have enough sass for both of us and then some."

Stiles let out a chuckle. "I guess you're right. Between me and Lydia, we've got enough sass for everyone in this town."

Lydia glanced up from her book focusing her attention on Stiles. "Derek's one push away from you snapping. But then again you've been lenient on him. Why though?"

"Dude has had a shitty life. His whole family burned to death." Stiles muttered as he picked some lint off his shirt.

Lydia's eyes narrowed. "You find him attractive."

Stiles' head whipped up.

He gaped. "Wha–No!"

Allison wrinkled her nose. "Really Stiles?"

"What?! NO!" He turned to look at Allison and pointed a finger in accusation. "And you! Don't you even I saw the way you smiled at Scott!"

The hunter blushed.

Lydia scoffed. "Scott McCall? Allison, you can do so much better than that dim-witted wolf."

"Ha! Says the one that wants the douche-wolf. I saw the way you were looking at him Martin."

Danny let out a snort. "Like Derek Hale isn't a douche?"

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Derek Hale has a reason to be a douche, Jackson Whittemore does not."

"He could have a reason though. I mean, they all took the bite for a reason." Allison said.

Stiles let out a bitter snort. "Whittemore took the bite because Scott had it and he didn't like being disadvantaged. Erica was ill and didn't want to be weak anymore. Isaac's father was an abusive asshole. Boyd was lonely and, wanted friends. Scott bitten against his will by the creepy undead uncle. As you can see, his pack is full of issues."

The three teenagers all turned to look at him.

"What?" Stiles asked defensively.

Danny opened his mouth and closed it. "Did you use magic?!"

He shrugged. "I wasn't going to walk in blind so I may have looked into some things."

"Stiles."

"What?" He hunched down. "Don't look at me like that. I had to make sure they weren't evil bloodthirsty monsters okay? I didn't fuck with their memories or poke around their private lives! Jesus what do you think I am?"

"A little shit." Danny stated.

"An asshole." Lydia said as she grinned.

"Kind of a dick." Allison added.

Stiles glared. "Thanks. Tell me what you really think, why don't you?"

"Well if you insist-"

"Fuck off Martin." Stiles groaned and covered his face, "Ugh! I don't want to talk about shitty alpha's and their shitty betas anymore. I vote on watching horrible horror movies and junk food."

"Deal. I'll get the movies." Danny said and opened a new window on his laptop.

Allison bolted up from the couch and went towards the kitchen. "I'll make the popcorn!"

Stiles' eyebrow rose as he looked over at Lydia. "Aren't you going to move?"

"No. Go get some soda."

"What? You go get some soda. I was the one that had to deal with a grumpy alpha, not you."

Lydia smirked. "Like you minded. I know you want to suck his-"

"OH MY GOD! I'LL GET YOUR DAMN DRINK DEMON WOMAN!"

"Get some more junk food while you're at it!"

They spent the evening huddled together under a thick blanket, watching horrible B–rated horror films, eating junk food and laughing at the inaccuracies and sheer shitty acting, sometimes throwing popcorn at the screen and screaming in protest. The solace of his friends helped to ease the tension and agitation that had settled over him from the day. Stiles smiled and threw his arms around his friends, hugging them tightly, leaning into their warmth. Although the light from the television cast an eerie glow letting the shadows grow, and popcorn littered the floor, it was the most at home any of them had felt in a long while. Eventually they all ended up sleeping in a pile on the living room floor, with the remains of their movie night surrounding them.

-.-.-.-.-.-

Stiles groaned and shifted, hunkering himself deeper into the blanket. But when the beeping didn't stop, he blindly groped around for his phone. Finally his hands brushed over cold plastic and he clasped it into his hands. He blearily opened the phone."Hm?"

"Stiles." The voice broke, splintering in his ear.

He bolted up. "Hey. I'm here, okay, I'm here."

"Stiles." The voice wavered. "It's happening again."

"Shhhh. Listen I'm going to come and find you okay? I always do." He shifted out from underneath the warm bodies piled on top of his, reaching over and nudging Danny awake.

Danny blearily blinked up at him. "Huh?"

Stiles jerked his free hand to his phone. "It's happened again." Danny started up and quickly ran for his laptop. He turned back to his phone. "I'll come get you soon okay? Danny is going to have your location pulled up in a few seconds."

"Got it!"

"See that Danny's got it. I'll come get you okay? I need to hang up? Alright? Is that okay?"

"Yes."

"I will. Just be careful." Stiles hung up and roughly ran his fingers through his hair. He sighed and turned to look at Danny, "Well I guess our work has officially started."

Danny sighed. "Good while it lasted."

-.-.-.-.-.-

The wolves stopped moving, turning to looking at each other with confusion as they heard the rumble of a far off engine in the distance. A few minutes later a beat up blue jeep jerked down the path, screeching to a halt.

Derek scowled as the humans got out of the car. He quickly jumped off the porch and met the humans before they could reach him.

Stiles rocked on his heels, shoving his hands into his pockets. "So there's been a murder in town."

"How could you have possibly known that?"

Stiles' eyebrow rose. "Police scanner? Don't you have one? Because seriously, dude, you need one. Those are like mandatory. More so when your town is where creepy crawlies come to-"

"And I should care about this why?"

Stiles narrowed his eyes. "Because it's a supernatural death."

Derek's jaw ticked. "How do you know?"

"Well, gee, I don't know. Maybe because it's not exactly normal for someone to be mummified when hey were nice fleshy just a few hours before."

The wolf glared. "That doesn't necessarily mean the death was supernatural."

Stiles blinked incredulously. "Seriously?"

The Alpha scoffed. "I'm just supposed to take your word for it?"

Stiles held up his hands in a placating manner. "Look, I know that you have trust issues but-"

Derek tensed. "What. Did. You. Say?"

"That you have problems trusting people but-"

"I have issues." Derek blandly stated.

Stiles breathed deeply, "Look I've lost people too and I understand-"

"Oh? You understand? Well then, that changes everything." The alpha mocked.

"Look I'm trying to be civil-"

"Who'd you lose? Your Mom? Dad maybe? Ah, Mom right? How'd she die? Was she murdered?" The humans all tensed. Danny took in a shaky breath and tried to reach for Stiles but stopped as Lydia clutched his arm, shaking her head at him. Allison's jaw clenched tightly.

Stiles gritted his teeth. "Don't."

"Why? Because it hurts? But didn't you say you understood? What it feels like to have your family ripped away from you." Derek's eyes hardened. "See, that's the thing. You could never understand. Could never comprehend what it feels like to lose the only thing that kept you human. The only thing that grounded you. All because of some humans. Hunters that thought we were monsters. That didn't even care that there were children inside, a pregnant woman, elderly, even humans inside. It didn't matter to them. We were the monsters?" Derek let out a bitter laugh. "And you understand what that feels like?"

"I don't understand." Stiles hissed out darkly. "I don't understand what it feels like to lose your whole world?"

Stiles took a step forward until there was barely any space separating them. "You didn't watch your mother die. A bit every damn day. You didn't watch your mother decay from the inside out. Didn't watch her waste away for months in agony, in constant pain. You didn't have to watch her wither away until there was just a hollow shell left. You want to know what I didn't do? I didn't stop caring! I didn't run away! I didn't give up! I didn't stop living. Your fucking world shattered! Mine?" Stiles forced Derek to look at him, forced him to hold his gaze. Even though his body trembled, even though the words were ripped, torn from him, he continued. Stiles' gaze was steady and never strayed from Derek. "Mine deteriorated every day until it broke. So don't tell me I don't understand."

Derek roughly swallowed, "I–"

Stiles narrowed his eyes. His hands clenched tightly, shaking with the force of his anger."You don't trust humans because of what hunters did? Lydia was bitten by an alpha against her will! And don't you dare say that isn't the same because it is! You'd be a hypocrite if you disagreed! To hold what a select few monsters have done to you against us–to even put us in the same category is disgusting. It isn't right and it isn't fair!"

"That's not the same–"

"SHUT. UP. YOU WILL LISTEN UNTIL I FINISH."

Derek's mouth snapped shut with an audible snap.

"You aren't the only one hunters have ever fucked over! After Lydia was bitten, she was left to die out on the forest floor all alone because hunters left her there, laughing while they did it. If she didn't die then they'd just have to come back for fun. Danny? Danny was targeted by hunters, almost shot because he was friends with us. Because he was a good human being who cared about us. Allison? The Argent, right? How would you feel if you found out that your family, people you loved, people you consider to be heroes, were actually murderers? Allison watched in horror as her family murdered a family– children. She was never aware of what her family did. She never knew. YOU AREN'T THE ONLY ONE WHOSE LIFE HAS BEEN FUCKED OVER BY HUNTERS."

"I never said that. I–"

"No! You know what else? You–" Stiles stabbed a finger into Derek's chest in accusation, leaning impossibly closer as he spoke. "You chose to be a tragic hero Even when you're given the help to become something better! To actually become something competent! Your last pack burned because of hunters. This one will die because they're inexperienced, because they don't know what the hell they're doing! Your last pack burned and this will be picked off one by one because you're too much of a stubborn ass to ask for help!" Stiles stepped back and tilted his head, shaking as he let out a hysterical laugh. "What will you say to their parents when they're dead? Will you be able to answer their questions? Will you even be able to look at them without feeling guilty?"

Stiles' jaw tightened. He roughly scrubbed his eyes. "I've let you hurt me, let you push my friends, let you demean me because I wanted to help you. Because I thought that once you saw that I truly wanted to help you that you would let me. But no. You never will. You're going to let yourself fall and you know what? You're going to bring your pack down with you. I thought I could help. That if I showed you that you couldn't push me away, that all I wanted to was help, that you'd let me in. But you know what? I'm done. Done. You don't want my help? Fine. But I'm not going to let innocent people die because you're too much of an asshole to accept it. " Stiles sneered. "So you know what? Fuck you. If you want to condemn your pack, to go ahead. But don't expect us to stand by and watch everything go to hell. "

Stiles turned and walked away from the alpha. His friends trailed after him refusing to acknowledge the presence of the wolves. The betas stood frozen, stunted. Scott and Isaac let out a distressed whimper. Derek shut his eyes, his hands fisting at his sides.

Peter scoffed. "Well done nephew. You actually managed to make yourself into a bigger ass, which I honestly did not think was possible." Peter turned to look at Derek and grinned. "But that was by far the best tongue lashing I have ever heard."

"Keep talking and I'll personally dig a grave for you with my own two hands and bury you alive in it." Derek roughly scrubbed his face then growled harshly. "Damn it."

Scott turned to look at Derek frowning. "You're going to fix this, right?"

"Even I have limits I don't cross and man, that was just a dick move." Jackson muttered as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Scott waved his arm at Jackson, throwing his hand up in the air. "See! Even Jackson thinks what you did was bad! If he thinks it's bad, it means you fucked up big time!"

Isaac nodded. "Yeah–Scott's right! If Jackson can tell if someone's gone too far, you know it's bad!"

Boyd quietly stared at Derek and crossed his arms over his chest. "They're right."

Derek twitched, "I'll talk to him alright."

"And you'll apologize right? And let them work together with us?"

"I said I'd talk to him. End of discussion."

Scott pouted. "Fine."

Erica smirked. "Now that that's done, can we just talk about the fact that our big bad alpha just got his ass handed to him by a teenage human?"

Boyd cracked a smile, Scott let out a laugh, Isaac snorted and Jackson snickered.

Derek glared. "I want you all to patrol the territory tonight in case there is actually something here." He let a dark smile grace his lips. "But first I want you to play a little game of tag." All the betas paled. "I'll give you a hint I'm it. Run."

The Alpha smirked as he watched the teenagers all flee. He looked up at the sky and sighed. He'd have to go and fix the damage he had done. He gritted his teeth and roughly ran his fingers through his hair.

Shit.