Scott/Allison Scott/Issac. Derek/Stiles or go with Derek/Stiles/Peter. You all seem to hate Scott so another choice is an evil Scott. Come on guys I need your votes :) Also there's also a new character guys, best way to read him is slow, and softy, that's how I wrote him, doesn't really make sense otherwise.
Stiles was happy to see everyone, and was even more pleased to have freaked them out even more by wolfing out on them. He was however disappointed moments later, being told that he would be staying with Derek and Peter for an indefinite amount of time.
"But dad, can't I just go home"
"No, I can't protect you,not like they can. I don't like it anymore than you do, but you'll just have to stick with it".
Stiles had grumbled and pouted the rest of the afternoon, talking about crazy pedo wolves, and grumpy broody sourwolves. Derek chose to ignore him by turning the television on, while Peter just stuffed his nose into a ancient looking book. Stiles dad took the liberty of bringing over some clothes, his laptop, some other gaming devices and some of his books. Since Isaac was now staying with the McCall's, Derek had given Stiles the vacated bedroom. Stiles had grabbed a book and settled on the couch beside Derek, he spent about half an hour reading before he began to fidget. He looked up at Peter.
"You're always here don't you have your own place?"
Peter looked up from his novel.
"I do, however I am here to protect you. Derek has graciously offered me the couch to stay on for now".
Peter grinned, placing his book down in his lap.
"Why may I ask are you inquiring?".
Stiles shrugged "Conversation along with some mild curiosity, I had it in my mind somewhere you lived a hole somewhere, and howled to the moon nightly".
Derek snorted slightly, Stiles tossed him a grin.
"Hmmm. The imagination of the young, refreshing but usually inaccurate, woefully so in your case".
Derek's phone went off, stopping any retaliation that Stiles may have had. Derek's normally brooding face fell into a frown.
"Are you sure… I see I'll be right down".
Derek sighed. "Peter I need you to stay here with Stiles, I'll be back as soon as I can, no Stiles I won't tell you what happening".
Stiles huffed as Derek left the apartment, looking over at Peter distrusting and frustrated. Peter grinned moving to sit beside Stiles.
"Do not fret little one, no harm will come to you, what would be the point of that when I went through all the trouble of saving you?".
"Don't lose the trust that I've given you Peter, the outcome wouldn't be pleasant, because while you've earned my respect and a little of my trust, I still don't believe you did or are doing any of this selflessly".
Peter just grinned and shrugged. "I would consider you a fool if you trusted me wholly and completely, and then you would lose the respect I have for you, little one".
Peter ruffled Stiles hair before delving back into his book. Stiles yawned loudly deciding that maybe a nap would be beneficial. Crawling into bed Stiles fell asleep almost instantly.
Dreaming Stiles decided was a terrible thing. Stiles was alone in the woods just outside Beacon Hills, it was dark and if not for Stiles wolf prowess he wouldn't be able to see at all. A rustling in the trees grabbed Stiles attention. Whipping around a tired to peer into the dark shadows that lay ahead of him.
"Stiles, Stiles this way"
Okay, now that was creepy, Stiles sighed, again with the creepy. Stiles walked deeper into the woods. Bad idea, hell ya, but what the hell it's only a dream right. Stiles stopped when the voices ceased to talk. The wind stopped rustling the trees and the forest seemed to darken. A dark laugh echoed around him.
"Sssstilesss"
Something brushed the back of his neck, spinning around, of course nothing was there, nothings ever there. The voice let out another laugh.
"Your dreamsss, your thoughtssss, they are wide open. Weak, but strong, an odd combination".
Stile couldn't see the man, but his voice was everywhere including his head. The man's voice reminded Stiles of a snake, fluid and honestly just downright creepy., but it was low and raw as if the man had been shouting beforehand. Stiles shivered as a hand caressed his back, vanishing the next instance. Stiles decided to stay quiet, shutting his eyes and willing for the dream to change, hell even to wake up. The voice tutted and a hand cupped his chin.
"That won't work, this isn't a dream Stiless. Open your eyess, Open them!"
The hand gripping his chin got tighter, causing Stiles to gasp, eyes flying open. Stiles grimaced and tried to reel back. The man was nothing, black smoke in the shape of a being stood before him.
"Stilesss, it'sss a pleasure to meet you, it wasss kind of you to allow me entrance to your dreamscape".
The smoke that had being clutching Stiles chin let go, only to caress his cheek. Stiles shivered,the thing sending shivers throughout his body.
"What the fuck do you want". Stiles managed to chatter through clenched teeth.
The smoke seemed to smile at him.
"Consssider myself and my companions… your alliesss, you will need us Stiless,for what isss about to occur, for none of you are… prepared".
"I don't even know you, and whatthe hell are you talking about".
The smoke let out another laugh, rich and full.
"You will see child of the starss, we shall be your silent watchers until the time comes, we would recommend that you keep thiss… visit to yourself… but it is up to you. Goodnight Stilesss, sleep in peace".
The smoke faded, the forest following until Stiles was left alone, and he himself faded into a deep restful slumber.
Waking up confused was never what Stiles considered to be a good thing, it made morning headaches occur and grumpiness to ensue. Instead of forcing any of that onto the two wolves downstairs, Stiles decided to wrap himself back into his blankets and ponder. A loud banging sound from downstairs caught his attention.
"Peter, you will keep your mouth shut, Stiles has enough going on, he doesn't need this to weigh on his mind as well".
"He has a right to know Derek, whether or not he blames himself is completely up to himself, which he should not anyways, the boy is smarter than that!"
Derek snarled. "He only just started to recover, I don't want to push that back by giving him this kind of news, I also don't need him losing control".
"You are being selfish Derek, fine do as you please, Stiles will be most angry when he finds out you have been keeping important information from him"
Peter fumed, throwing himself gracelessly onto the couch. Stiles decided that now would be a good time to remove himself from the stairs.
"What are you keeping from me?"
Derek and Peter looked up. Peter gave a triumphant grin.
"Stiles, you don't need to know, focus on yourself".
Derek tried to get Stiles to not ask. Stiles shook his head.
"Tell me Derek, I want to know, don't keep stuff from me".
Derek sighed, glaring over at Peter.
"Shut up Peter, I can hear your ego over here" Derek moved to sit on a chair "Heathers and his pack were found mutilated outside of Beacon Hills, their bodies strung up like they were on show".
Stiles blinked, stumbling back onto the bottom step.
"They were good people, good wolves. They may have gone about things the wrong way, but they… they didn't deserve death".
Stiles placed his head on his knees. Derek looked over to Stiles a sad look on his face.
"There were woman and children, how sick, how fucked up do you have to be to do something like that, fuck, fuck!".
Peter and Derek had risen to their feet. Ready if Stiles lost control.
"Stiles you need to calm down".
Peter moved to kneel in front of Stiles, cupping his chin, lifting it so they were looking into each other's eyes.
"Little one, calm yourself, everything will be fine, the culprit will be found. This however, is not helping your recovery. Back to sleep now Stiles, Shhhh, just rest".
Stiles felt his eyes droop as Peter spoke, until he was encompassed by darkness. He would get Peter back for this, but sleep didn't seem so bad right now. Stiles could freak out later, cry later, figure out what in the hell was coming later. Sleep though was a comfort he would take.
