Stiles is fighting the shift. His mind focusing on Derek. The way he makes Stiles feel, his scent, the way he holds him, the sound of his heart when they're sleeping together, all runs through his mind. Slowing his breathing he looks down and sees the claws at the ends of his fingers changing back into fingernails.
"I changed back!" Stiles said excited. Keeping Derek at the very least at the back of his mind was actually helping him maintain control. I wonder if I'm Derek's anchor. He said it was anger, but I wonder if it changed.
Deaton smirks, "It would appear so. Keep this up for a whole hour and I'll let you out."
Stiles' jaw drops, "But I did good, with the control and the not killing people."
"I can see that, Stiles," Deaton says like he's talking to his son, "but, we must veer on the side of caution."
Stiles just sighs, "Can I at least have a chair or something?" Then he feels something inside hit him. "Great, and now I have to pee!"
Peter smirks, "Oh how I enjoy watching you squirm, Stiles."
Stiles glares at him. "Yeah, just wait til I get out of here. To quote my boyfriend, 'I'm going to rip your throat out...with my teeth."
...
Isaac leaps, no flips out of a tree, landing in front of Derek. "Where's Scott?"
"Tracking Erica," Derek says trying to listen for Cora. He sighs when all he can hear is the sound of fireflies and Isaac's beating heart.
His phone buzzes, flashing Scott's name. "Where are you? Did you find Erica?"
Scott tells him that he hit a glitch and has to drop something off before he can meet up with him.
Derek hates that Scott's lost Erica, but knows whatever caused it has to be a good reason. He trusts Scott that much at least. "Just hurry. Isaac's here and he's worried you've been mauled."
"He was mauled," Isaac refutes.
Derek rolls his eyes, "Shut up and listen for them, and see if you can get a scent."
They wait about ten minutes, listening and smelling the air, but come across nothing.
Isaac looks at the ground, "We could just follow their tracks." He says and Derek looks and sees a pair of footprints smaller than either of theirs.
"I have a better idea." Scott says panting from his run.
...
After an hour of excruciating boredom, Stiles is finally free to pee and help Derek. He's about to go and help when he gets a text from Lydia.
LYDIA: FOUND A BODY AT THE POOL COME QUICK!
Stiles sighs and checks his pockets for his keys. When he feels them he runs for his jeep and reaches Lydia in just a few minutes.
"Where's the body?" He asked frantically.
She pointed to the life guard stand behind him. "It's over there. I already called the police."
Stiles' face makes a quirky expression of exasperation and disbelief. "Why? Why would you do that? Why didn't you call me first?"
"So I'm supposed to call you instead of the police whenever I find a dead body?" She says. Her body is shaking, she's distraught, more frightened by how she'd gotten there without meaning to, and Stiles was helping none of it.
Stiles just stares at her with wide eyes and screams, "YES!"
He drops his shoulders and goes over to the body. Its a young man, about their age. His throat is slashed, blood having poured out of his neck coats his seated form. Stiles notices a rings with the word purity on it, but it and the hand that wears it are just a bloody as the rest of its owner. Poor kid died a virgin. Damn that would suck. Kind of makes me glad Derek gave me the bite. Well, that and the fact that we can be rough in bed and not get hurt in a bad way. Mmm sex with Derek. Definitely having sex when this is all over. Maybe I should swipe some handcuffs from the station and pick up some chocolate syrup. Nah, I think just getting all primal with Derek would be best. God when he takes control...
"Stiles!" Lydia's voice screams in his ears, snapping him back to reality.
He looks at her. "Sorry I was just making sure this was because of Erica and Cora."
Lydia nods, lips pursed. Stiles knows this look, and he knows she's about to make a snarky comment about him. "I wasn't aware you were a necrophilliac, Stiles."
He cocks his head and furrows his brow in confusion. "What are you talking about?"
"The tent in your pants gives it away." She points at his crotch and he blushes."You should see a therapist about that, or just tell Derek to play dead, whatever works for you."
"I'm not..." He stammers, "I mean I was thinking about...thinking about Derek and stuff, and then..."
Lydia rolls her eyes and walks towards the gate when she notices flashing lights getting closer, "Whatever Stiles, I won't judge you too harshly."
...
Chris Argent is loading groceries into his car when a bag slips from the rest and hits the ground. He sighs looking into it, "It would be the one with the eggs." His instincts hit him hard and he switches to hunter mode in a fraction of a second.
His gun is drawn and staring down the barrel is Scott McCall. He sighs, "What do you want Scott?"
"We need your help." The beta says with a look of hopeful desperation.
Scott fills him in quickly, but sparing no details, save for Allison's involvement.
Chris feels conflicted. "Why would I help Derek's sister, or anyone in that family? And, I don't even know this Erica girl. Doesn't Allison hate her?"
"She doesn't hate her, she just didn't like Erica hitting on me when we were dating." He can see Chris getting angry at the idea of Scott cheating on his daughter, "Nothing happened, in fact Allison totally kicked her ass, but we need to help her. Plus Cora had no part in your issues with Derek. She was like eleven when the fire happened."
Chris shakes his head, "Scott, that world, your world, it almost cost me my entire family."
"I understand, but uh, can I ask a question." Chris gives him a silent yes. "Why is the gun still pointed at my face?"
Chris shrugs, putting the gun back in his pants, "Habit."
Scott gets a text from Stiles, then looks up to Chris, "Hey do you mind giving me a ride?"
...
They arrive at the crime scene and Chris stops the car. He watches as they zip a young boy's body up into a bag. "Did they do this? Did Erica and Cora do this?"
Scott just stares at him, "We don't know for sure, but we have to stop them before someone else gets hurt or dies."
"I'll help you." Chris regrets it the moment the words slip past his lips. He thinks of how just a few months ago he lost his wife, his sister, his father, and he almost lost Allison. But, deep down he knew he'd always be a hunter. It is in his blood and isn't something he can fight, so he shakes off his fears for now and makes the toughest decision he's made in months.
Chris takes out a few sonic emitters and with Derek, Scott, and Isaac, the four of them lead the she wolves to the high school. Once there they have the girls cornered, but they take off in another direction.
"I'll go, I'm the fastest." Isaac says, and he's gone before Scott can whisper for him to be careful. They take their positions and wait.
Isaac makes it around the corner and sees an explosion of light. He shields his eyes and then three more flashes occur, pushing Erica and Cora inside the building. He looks and sees Allison standing on a bus, bow in hand and then she's gone, leaving it to the werewolves and her father to finish the job. Isaac gets inside and is beside Chris when he sees Scott and Derek getting the girls to follow them into the basement.
The door slams behind Derek and Scott, trapping Erica and Cora inside. Scott gets closer to the door and listens to make sure they aren't attacking each other.
"What do you hear?" Derek asks feeling breathless.
"Heartbeats." Scott says.
Derek looks up a bit, "Both of them?"
Scott gives a slight shake to his head, "Actually, three of them."
...
Stiles walks Lydia into her room and they talk about how the only time this has happened to her before was when Peter used her to bring himself back from the dead. This time was different though, and Lydia could feel it.
"Stiles, would you mind just sitting next to me for a little while?" Lydia's words were fragile and delicate.
He nods and takes a seat next to her. His hand brushes hers and she lays her head on his shoulder. "It's gonna be alright, Lydia. We'll figure this out, I promise."
She turns and looks at him. Taking in all of him with a sense of new found clarity, she leans in and kisses him.
"What was that for?" Stiles asks flabbergasted, but maintaining his cool.
Her eyes are bewildered and she reaches out, placing her hand on his cheek. "You're always the one who's there for me." She kisses him again, this time Stiles finds himself kissing back.
Derek gave you permission Stiles. You can do this. It's allowed. It's not cheating. Oh my God, her hand is on my junk. Aaaaand she's rubbing it. Don't cum, Stiles! Not yet! Condom, need condoms!
"Condom?" Stiles breaths between their lips.
She pushes him back onto the bed while reaching into her nightstand drawer. She smirks when she takes out the condom.
Then suddenly his eyes flash green and change back to their normal perfect brown and Lydia isn't Lydia. He's with Derek. What the?
Derek smiles at him, removing his shirt, moving his hands for Stiles' jeans, undoing them. Before Stiles can blink their naked and he's on top. Thrusting in and out. Derek moaning his name, begging for more. Stiles feels his orgasm building. He flips Derek onto his back and pushes in, thrusting hard and fast.
"Harder Stiles! Harder!" Derek yells before his own orgasm hits.
Stiles feels the muscles around his cock tightening up and he cums. He lays on top of Derek for a moment, kissing his softly. "That was incredible."
"I know. I've never had a guy complain before, but this was a onetime thing." Derek's face is talking but Lydia's voice is coming out of the mouth. He blinks and rubs his eyes and beneath him is his strawberry blonde crush, Lydia.
"Well that was weird." Stiles says breathlessly.
...
Derek's hand is on the door's handle. He looks at Scott. "Close it behind me. Don't open it, no matter what you hear." His words came like a man going off to war.
"You go in there," Scott says worried, "And you're either going to kill them or they're going to kill you."
Derek looks at Scott, wishing there was a better alternative, "We don't have a choice, and I won't let them become killers if they haven't already."
"What about Stiles? If something happens to you..." Scott drops his gaze for a moment, but then looks back to the alpha, "he's never been in love with anyone but you. This would kill him, and he'd never forgive me for letting you go alone."
Derek wants to speak, but he hears one of the girls roar and he's gone before Scott can stop him. He can smell another person, a woman, in there with them. She's close and the stench of her fear consumes the room as it mixes with the pure rage of Erica and Cora. He finds the girls, dodging the swipe of Cora's claws, but he's hit by Erica's. He grabs the blonde's shoulder, holding her back, and then does the same for Cora. His reach isn't long enough though. Their claws slice through his shirt and tear into his flesh.
His vision is fading and all he can think about is Stiles. He can feel him even. It's like he can feel Stiles kissing him. No, not Stiles, a girl. Her body pressed against his own. He can see her, Lydia in all her naked, alabaster glory.
He feels his heart drop. He had given Stiles permission, but he at least thought Stiles would double check before. It was too late now. Suddenly he hears Stiles saying his name and it's like Stiles is making love to him.
I must have lost too much blood. This is weird, even by Beacon Hills standards.
Sunlight breaks through the one window of the basement and he feels Erica and Cora slump before falling to the ground. He hits his knees. He can feel all of them, every scratch, every bit of pain the girls were feeling trying to regain control, and the fear of the woman in the room.
Scott and Isaac help him up. "There's a teacher. Take them I'll help her."
The betas nod, but not without concern. They take Erica and Cora, agreeing to meet up at the loft later. Derek finds the teacher, hidden amongst the office supplies. Wow, she's beautiful. He thinks as he offers her his hand. Her heart steadies as she takes his and they walk out together.
...
Erica is taken to the sheriff's station for questioning. She tells them that she and Boyd were going to run away together and get married, but then an animal chased them through the woods and Boyd fell off a cliff. She told them she'd gotten lost in the preserve.
"Erica," Stilinski asks hesitantly, "did you see anyone else in the woods. Two girls camping, maybe.
She shakes her head telling half a lie. It was Cora who'd come across the girls, but Scott chased her away. Once everything is cleared, they allow her dad to take her home.
Derek watches from the parking lot, still covered in his own blood. His wounds were healing, but taking longer than normal. He wondered if it had something to do with Stiles.
When he reaches the loft Cora is still sleeping. He gives Scott and Isaac the okay to leave and they head home for some much needed sleep. Stiles arrives just after the door closes. Derek turns but doesn't give him the usual smile. He wreaks of Lydia.
"Derek," Stiles says with tear filled eyes.
Derek doesn't turn around. "I already know, Stiles. I can smell her on you."
"Please, just look at me." Stiles begs.
Derek turns and sees the regret painted on Stiles' face. He walks up to his boyfriend and takes him into an embrace. "It's okay, Stiles. You didn't cheat on me."
Stiles sobs, "Then, why does it feel like I did? And... and for a while I actually thought it was you. I even said your name the entire time."
Derek shushes him. "Come on, help me to the bed."
Stiles pulls back, just now noticing how badly beaten Derek looks. "Derek!" Stiles whispers.
"It's not as bad as it looks. I'm pretty much fully healed now. I think watching you have sex, well feeling it actually made me focus on wanting to die rather than heal." Derek's words are honest, but they dig deep into Stiles' soul. "Hey, look at me, I'm not mad anymore. It was just jealousy."
"I'm so sorry Derek. I don't even know how it even happened." Stiles says still sobbing as he and Derek lie down on the soft mattress.
Derek brushes his hair out of his boyfriend's face, "Stiles, I need to tell you something."
Stiles nods and feels Derek's thumb wiping away a tear. "What, did you have sex too?"
Derek laughs, "No, but the fact that you saw me and I felt you, means Lydia acted as a sort of conduit."
Stiles sits up, "What does that mean?"
Derek sighs, "It means you and I are soul mates."
Stiles leans forward and presses his lips to Derek's. "Best news all night."
"Yeah, it is." Derek smiles even though he is happy Cora is alive and home, Stiles being his actual soul mate means everything to him.
...
Two weeks have passed. Two more bodies have been found. One being Heather, Stiles' childhood friend and almost lover. Another is the girl taken in the woods. Lydia Martin however, is sitting in her room pacing. She checks her phone for the time, sighs, and walks into her bathroom. She goes to the counter and picks up a small, white stick, a pregnancy stick.
Pregnant
The word on the electronic reader makes her heart skip a beat. Panic fills her before she drops it into the trash with ten other tests from different brands all saying the same thing.
She picks up her phone and dials the one person who she needs to talk to.
"Hey!" A happy voice says.
"Allison, I'm pregnant." She hears the phone hitting the floor on the other end and then the call ends.
Twenty minutes later Allison arrives. "Sit down and tell me everything. Who's the father?"
Lydia swallows hard. "I think it might actually have two."
Allison's eyes are wide with confusion and surprise. "How...how is that possible?"
Lydia stares out the window of her room, her expression vacant. "I slept with Stiles, but it was like I wasn't me, and I kept hearing Derek's voice. I think I'm having their baby."
Allison stands up, "Come on, we need to talk to someone."
"Who?" Lydia asks wishing this would all just go away.
Allison takes her best friend by the hand, "The only doctor in this town that might actually know what's going on."
...
A/N: Okay It's a little over a month, but what can I say...life's kind of been crazy lately. I've had to work late. I'm working on multiple stories and reading a ton of books lately. Don't worry though, I haven't forgotten this or any of my other stories. I just want to say thank you guys for being patient with me and for commenting on this story, it really does mean a lot.
