Stiles watched Derek as the werewolf paced around the small room in the police station. They had set up a mini camp with a map of the town and surrounding areas in one of the interrogation rooms that had survived. They, well Derek, had been brought in due to the fact that Shade had blown up the station in order to kidnap Stiles' dad and apparently Derek was the fucking Deputy Sheriff and was needed to take the reins until they could get Stiles' dad back.
"Why would he even want John? I thought his grudge was with you." Derek asked. Stiles frowned. He swung his legs off the edge of the desk he was sitting on and began moving them like a small child would when bored, first in little circles and then back and forth
"He is insane. I don't know why he took Dad." Stiles said giving a half truth. He didn't know why Shade took his father but he had a good idea. Derek's pacing grew in frenzy until Stiles couldn't take it anymore.
"Please stop. Please. If you keep pacing I'm going to start thinking of all the awful things that could be happening to my dad and I really don't want to do that so please stop pacing." Stiles said weakly and Derek stopped.
"I think you need to tell me everything Stiles. And I mean everything. No more of what you think I need to know. I want to hear everything about Shade and how he became so goddamn obsessed with you. And if you don't I'm walking out of this room and taking my pack as far away from Beacon Hills as I can. I can't have them be collateral damage in a fight where we don't have all the information. It's not fair to them and it's not fair to me. " Derek said moving to lean against the one way glass and Stiles ran a hand through his hair. He should have known that his half truths and little pieces of the puzzle wouldn't be enough. Derek needed the full picture to be able to do what was needed. He needed to know why Stiles couldn't kill Shade, why Derek had to do it. And Derek was right about Stiles keeping things from the pack. They needed to know what was going on so that they didn't get blindsided in a fight by something Shade said.
"Shade's real name was Conner O'Keefe. On December third nearly four years ago he was riding in his mother's car with his seven year old sister on the freeway outside of Chicago when I lost control of my aura and caused the driver beside them to lose consciousness and swerve into their lane forcing them to go into the median. The other driver and their mother were dead on impact but when I arrived Conner was barely holding on to life. I was stupid and thought I could heal him even though I didn't have control of my own magic." Stiles paused and took a deep shuddering breath
"You were able to heal him though. He's still alive isn't he?" Derek said and Stiles shook his head
"I transformed him into a half alive half dead creature that should have never been allowed to exist. I took him with me once he was healed because I was smart enough to know that he wouldn't be human anymore and would need guidance. We traveled together for a bit. I saw him as a son or a younger brother, he was so enamored with the supernatural world that I didn't hide any of it from him. I didn't see the darkness that had festered within him until it was too late. It was April when he made his move." Stiles paused, trying to figure out how much he could tell Derek about the next part without Derek wolfing out and destroying something.
"He had me for a month. Learning what sort of tortures would leave what sort of damage. He had created a charm that he wore at all times. It allowed him to control me, leaving me powerless against him. By the end I was so close to begging for death. One day I woke up and I was no longer in my cell, your uncle and Braeden had found me and gotten me out of there. It took until October for me to heal mentally and that was about the time I started going into trances instead of sleeping. I...I was still connected to him though, still could feel his magic wrapped around one of my souls." Derek cut Stiles off at this point
"One of your souls? How can you have more than one soul?" Derek asked sounding panicked and Stiles ushered him over. Once Derek was standing between his legs, Stiles took one of his hands and rested it on Stiles' chest so that Derek could feel his heart beating
"I'm alive Sourwolf. I'm alive and once this is all over I'll be okay." Stiles assured pressing a chaste kiss to Derek's jaw. Derek tensed up and Stiles wondered if he had taken it too far with the kiss. Ever since they had woken up in Stiles' old bedroom tangled in each other's arms Derek had been extremely careful not to do anything that could be even remotely sexual.
"I have two souls, When the Nogitsune left my body my soul was split into two separate souls. One called myrkr, or the dark magic that the Nogitsune had awoken from my latent Shadow Kitsune genes, and one called kynda, or the light magic that my spark consisted of. I researched my condition for a long time and everything I've read tells me that I shouldn't have survived the splitting of my soul. But I did. And that caused a different problem." Stiles said and Derek made a wounded noise, pushing his nose into Stiles' neck. Stiles let him find comfort in his scent, knowing that the next part of his story wasn't pleasant.
"If splitting my soul should have killed me I was playing with fire when I removed my myrkr from my body." Stiles murmured. Derek pressed closer as if Stiles was going to disappear or crumble into dust if they stopped touching. Stiles pet his head, running his fingers through Derek's wavy locks in comfort.
"I looked for a way to break the connection between my myrkr and Conner. The ritual he used was called svyazyvat' dushu s dushoy which is Russian for 'bind soul to soul'. I learned a way around his control though. While the ritual cannot be broken the ownership of my myrkr can be transferred." Stiles said and Derek pulled back to look Stiles in the eye
"How?" He asked and Stiles wondered how he could sound so broken yet hopeful at the same time
"The same way anything is transferred in this world. You have to kill him." Stiles said and Derek took a step back away from Stiles.
"I have my own confession to make Stiles." Derek said. Stiles opened his mouth to ask what it was when Derek spoke again
"I know he raped you. I know you didn't sleep with him of your own free will." Derek said and Stiles felt like the table he was sitting on was suddenly gone
"How...I…" Stiles stuttered scared of what Derek would say next.
"I should have never believed him in the woods. I should have known he was twisting the truth to fit his needs. I'm sorry Stiles, can you forgive me?" Derek asked and Stiles was floored. Derek was apologizing to him? Slipping off the desk Stiles pushed his way into Derek's arms, wrapping the taller man's arms around his own waist before cupping Derek's cheeks.
"I don't blame you for not believing me. I haven't given you much reason to believe me of late. I've kept my fair share of secrets because I thought that if I shared the darkness inside that you wouldn't love me." Stiles said gently. Derek let out a soft whine
"I will always love you Stiles. You are my mate, the sun, the stars, and the moon." Derek said pressing his lips to Stiles' forehead and cheeks as he spoke. Stiles relaxed against Derek's chest
"What are we? To each other I mean?" Stiles asked, his voice muffled by the fabric of Derek's henley.
"We're together, boyfriends. Whatever you want to call us." Derek said and Stiles made a humming noise
"Mates. We are mates." He said and felt Derek rumble in agreement.
Shade watched the puny human man sleep. Had he been that weak once? It seemed so long ago. Soon he would have Stiles again. Shade felt his form flicker at the thought of Stiles screaming under his ministrations. Should he whip Stiles before forcing his way into Stiles' untouched pucker? Should he use Stiles' blood for lube? So many options. So many wonderful options. He pulled himself away from that line of thought. It was too soon to be planning what he would do to his pet. First he needed to send the message for the meeting. Having Stiles' puny human father for bait would do no good if Stiles didn't know where to pick the human up at. After all, Shade wasn't a monster, he would let Stiles keep his father as a pet when they ruled the world. To be used as an example for where humans belonged in the world. Which was at the feet of the superior races. The human groaned and Shade watched in glee as he started to wake
"I hope you enjoyed your nap Sheriff." Shade said once the human was conscious enough. It was amazing how fast the human went from being groggy to fully alert even with the head wound that Shade had given him.
"Who are you? Where the hell am I?" The human snapped as he tried to get to his feet only to fall back down. Shade blinked
"And here I thought my lovely mate would have told you all about me. My name is Shade. Your son belongs to me." He said and if the human had fur it would have bristled
"You are the sick motherfucker who raped my son. I'll kill you. No, Derek will kill you and I'll let him." The human said and Shade couldn't help but cackle.
"Oh, Hale won't be a problem after I have my precious Stiles back. You see, he chose me. Poured his own dark magic into me when I was but a wee human. Much like yourself. He made me strong and saved my life because he loved me. I won't let him run back to that dog. In fact, the first thing I'm going to have him do is gut the filthy creature with a knife coated in wolfsbane. Let him watch as the light fades from the filth's eyes knowing Stiles will always belong to me." Shade said with obvious glee. The human had a look of horror on his face which only added to Shade's delight.
"You're insane." The human said breathily. Shade frowned
"That wasn't a very nice thing to say. I was going to leave you a light so that you could see but I think I'll let you sit in the dark and contemplate how you speak to someone who's clearly your superior." Shade said before extinguishing the light. He faded away from the cell and back into his main chamber where he needed to finish getting ready for Stiles' stay.
Derek was sitting on one of the several picnic tables that were scattered around the large back lawn for when the pack had barbecues. He heard someone approach and turned to see Peter walking towards him
"Hello Uncle." Derek said turning back to face the tree line.
"I need to speak with you about Stiles, my dear nephew." Peter said coming to stand on Derek's left.
"Then speak." Derek said. Peter sighed
"The first time I saw Stiles he was laying spread eagle on a bed with his hands and feet tied to the bedposts with ropes that had been soaked in mistletoe laced water. I couldn't even see his skin tone under all the filth and blood that coated his body. He wasn't healing either, still bleeding from both new and old wounds. I wasn't sure if he would survive long enough for us to rescue him." Peter said and Derek felt his insides clench at the picture his uncle was painting of how much danger Stiles had been in.
"Why are you telling me this?" Derek asked through grit teeth.
"Because you need to know why Stiles is terrified of Shade. He hides it well but he's terrified of that thing. It doesn't feel like we do and that terrifies your mate. He needs you to be there for him both to kill the fiend and to help him through all the memories that Shade's death will inevitably dredge up. Stiles didn't utter a sound for over two months after we rescued him. Selective mutism the doctor we consulted said." Peter said and Derek lost control of his shift. Peter rested a hand on Derek's shoulder
"Don't let that bastard take him again Derek. He won't survive it again." Peter said before he walked away. Derek took several deep breaths before he was able to shift back.
"Sourwolf!" Stiles' voice came from the house and Derek turned to see him hanging out of the living room window
"Lydia's running to the grocery store to grab some things we need for dinner. Is there anything you need?" Stiles shouted when he saw he had Derek's attention. Rather than shout back, Derek got up and jogged towards his mate. Stiles smiled shyly at him when Derek approached and Derek pulled him in for a kiss.
"I'll take that as a no." Stiles said when they parted. A blush colored his cheeks and Derek was proud that he could still cause Stiles to blush.
"Wanna help me make dinner?" Stiles asked pulling himself back inside. Derek didn't answer, just climbed through the window and followed Stiles to the kitchen. Even amidst the chaos Stiles was his.
