Save Me
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Friendly Detour
Later Elsewhere
Derek drank vodka straight from the bottle. He was tired of the puzzle that was now his life. He was straight yet felt something when he kissed Stiles who just also happens to be the person he's accused of raping. Worse all evidence gathered pointed at him. If he were asleep this would be an imaginary nightmare instead of a real one.
He even tried seeking advice from Peter who was off in Tibet. When the older werewold heard about Derek's predicament he laughed so much that Derek ended up hanging up.
"How am I supposed to prove my innocence?" he shouted at no one in particular.
"I doubt shouting works," Boyd spoke from the ground, "are you seriously getting drunk on the roof of your house?"
"Screw you," Derek ignored him.
"There's a new pack in town, and I think their leader might be a problem."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Derek demanded, "if new werewolves arrived I'd know long before you."
"With a leader who can hide his nature?" Boyd countered.
By the time he was finished recounting everything Derek had a clear idea of what was in town. And he didn't like it one bit.
"Adrian says Z doesn't want to cause any trouble."
"You buy that?" Derek asked him.
"No but Erica does."
Derek snorted. Typical.
"And he asked about Stiles."
"What about Stiles," Derek said
"Um, dating or hooking up," Boyd told him, "you think they might be behind what happened to him? I wondered but..."
Derek could feel his inner wolf raging. Something about Adrian's interested in Stiles made him angry. Angry enough to kill.
"Derek are you ok?" Boyd shouted.
"I'm fine," Derek snapped, "I just need to go for a run. Don't follow me."
He was gone before Boyd could even make a protest.
Meanwhile at the Stilinski Residence
Stiles went straight to his room. His father was nice to him on the way home and didn't pepper him with questions. For that he was grateful. Right now he just wanted to get some sleep.
"Hi Stiles," Mr. Argent said sitting on his bed.
If Stiles hadn't regained some composure since earlier he would've passed out at the sight. "What are you doing here?"
"Stiles we need to talk. About Derek."
Stiles let out a nervous laugh. "What? Why Derek?"
Mr. Argent stood up and Stiles jumped back. "It's ok," he moved forward slowly, "We don't have to talk right now if you don't want to."
"Did Allison tell you anything?" Stiles asked recalling Jackson and Lydia.
"No but she's been quite distant lately."
"Oh," Stiles said, "um," he mused, "what is it you want to know?"
"What really happened while you were missing?"
Stiles turned away. "I ran off, just...leave it alone."
"Stiles," Mr. Argent said seriously, "you need to speak with an adult. If someone's hurt you, your teen friends won't cut it."
Stiles released a laugh. "You don't know the half of it."
"You're dad's not listening in, I promise. Just sit down and talk to me."
Stiles walked carefully into his bedroom. The only males who had been in his room alone with him in recent weeks were his dad and Derek. Now Allison's dad was here. He tried to ignore the chill down his spine and sat in a chair.
"I was attacked by a werewolf, an alpha," Stiles revealed, "I wasn't bit but evidence collected so far points to Derek," he confessed, "but I think he's innocent. Plus there's this new pack in town led by some mystery guy called Z."
"New pack...what's a Z?" Mr. Argent frowned.
"Their leader, he has some ability that hides his werewolf nature from everyone," Stiles said, "he even has stuff that lets his pack hide their nature too, even from other werewolves."
Mr. Argent groaned. "That's just great. Now my job's a lot easier."
"Erica.." Stiles stopped realizing he's probably said too much. Despite his feelings about this new pack and Z character.
"Stiles, listen to me. I promise not to tell anyone you told me about the pack. Also Erica has nothing to fear from me as long as she stays in line. No harming innocent people."
Stiles sighed. "She knows one of them and thinks he's nice. She also believes whole heartedly that Derek's my attacker. Please don't tell her I've changed my mind."
"I won't, anything else?"
"Nothing except stuff I'd rather share with my dad first," Stiles said respectfully.
"Fair enough," Mr. Argent said, "thank you for trusting me."
Stiles nodded and turned his chair away.
Mr. Argent walked straight to the kitchen. Sitting clutching a cup of coffee like his life depended on it was the sheriff. He looked up at the other man expectantly.
"He was attacked as you feared," Mr. Argent confirmed and the sheriff deflated, "won't tell me the details but I have a feeling Derek might not be behind it."
"Then who? Someone at school?"
"Maybe...just keep an eye out for suspicious characters, people not staying where they belong," Mr. Argent reached for the second piping cup.
"How am I supposed to be a sheriff when I can't even protect my own son?"
Mr. Argent patted him on the back then started drinking coffee.
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