Kidnapped

AN: Okay, okay….sorry. It's not over. Please don't yell at me anymore. I have an idea for three or four little snippets of Derek and Stiles as time goes on so this story will continue for a bit longer.

So…am I forgiven?

This is for UmbrataLupus who is quickly running out of crackers. Friends On?

Three Months Later

I watched the cubs play in the lake from the comfort of my bright red folding camp chair complete with foot rest and cup holders. Stiles had seen it at the store and insisted I buy it so that I would have a 'summer alpha throne'. With the press of his hand against my chest I could deny him nothing.

The early summer sun was warm on my skin, the breeze from the lake bringing scents of water creatures, damp earth, and wet teen. Pungent. Stiles had yet to arrive, still insisting on driving to pack get-togethers on his own after the last pack meeting disaster.

Three months had brought about an amazing change in Stiles. Deciding he would no longer be the weakest link, not that he EVER was, Stile had thrown himself into a training regimen that was almost scary. For an ADD, focus challenged individual, he sure could stick to a routine.

His first goal had been to convince Chris Argent to teach him everything he knew about hunting to the shock of us all. Stiles had logically explained that he was the best person for learning the hunter trade. He both loved the pack and knew the horrors of an uncontrolled werewolf. Hearing the determination in his voice I had swallowed down my fear, Chris had nodded sagely, and Scott had grinned like an idiot.

"Awww you still love me." Scott crowed, throwing his arms around Stiles and squeezing tight.

Stiles eyes had flashed a hint of panic before he pulled himself together to pat his friend on the back. "Keep trying to break my ribs and I will love you just a little bit less."

Between training with Chris and school, Stiles had devoted himself to studying with Deaton learning all the lore he had to offer and then delving deeper that the kindly vet could ever imagine. More often than not Stiles now carried with him the scent of power, of herbs and knowing, rare woods and blue lightning.

Stiles had pulled in his father and the pack to help with his transformation as well. His father worked with him on weekends at the shooting range discovering that his son was a natural shot. The pack worked with sparing techniques and new weapons that Stiles crafted from mail ordered wood from exotic places. By the end of the first month he was starting to pack a wallop both with his own growing strength and the sweet smelling resin that coated his staff.

I gave him the needed space for him to grow, to become whole once more. I had promised that I would wait, give him the time he needed to become comfortable with me touching him but it was getting harder with each passing day.

The rattle and thump of the jeep stirred me from my contemplations and I tilted my head so that I could watch Stiles' approach. Stiles pulled into the empty space by my car with a flurry of dust as he applied the brakes at the last minute. Arms loaded with supplies and snacks he stepped out wearing green board shorts and the most hideous shade of orange shirt I had ever seen. My eyes actually watered at the sight.

"Hey Aquaman, come join us," hollered Scott from the lake. Stiles waved in reply but sauntered over in my direction.

He leaned down to deposit a quick kiss on my lips before setting up his own chair and putting an arrangement of snacks on the table. I could smell his lemon cookies even with the layers of plastic wrap covering them.

"Did you bring my favorite?"

"Maybe." Stiles smiled over his shoulder and pulled out a couple of cookies and wrapped them in a napkin. "You going to swim?"

I let out a negative sounding huff as I bit into the heaven that was Stiles' cooking. "You should though. I'll just watch you from the safety of the shore."

I could tell that he wanted to by the way his eyes lingered on the water. His fingers traced the edge of his shirt flipping the hem up and down as he thought. No one had seen Stiles without his shirt since the hospital. I know that he was covered back and front with scars, I had felt them as I caressed him but he had never removed his shirt.

"You can leave your shirt on." He narrowed his eyes at my suggestion plainly not happy with that idea.

"I only brought the one. I don't want to walk around all day in a wet shirt."

"It will dry."

"Shut up or I will bite your throat out. With my teeth." Stiles snapped his teeth in my direction mockingly and I lifted my chin, exposing my throat in response. Eyes wide, Stiles darted forward to trace the long line of my neck from hollow to chin, finishing with a nip to my bottom lip. "Damn. What are you trying to do to me?"

I knew what I wanted to do with him but I was practicing patience. "So? Swimming or sitting out with the old folks?" Taking up my challenge with a defiant look Stiles pulled his shirt up and over his head with one quick fluid motion.

He wasn't ripped but his chest was well defined tapering down to a stomach with a hint of a six pack forming. The muscles of his shoulders and arms were long and lean like a runner, a gymnast, or more truthfully someone who had been working out with swords and staffs for the last three months. His chest was hairless but a dusky trail of brown hair started at his navel where it swirled in a tempting circle before dropping lower beneath the waistband of his shorts.

His left side sported a cluster of tightly puckered circular scars left over from where claws had gripped him. They were spaced between a set of three freckles making a constellation just above his hip. "You have lupus on your hip," I whispered reaching out to touch it with my thumb.

"The fuck?" Stiles jumped and ran his hands down his sides frantically. "Is it a rash? How did I get lupus on my hip? Oh hell, I'm I going to have to get shots for this?"

"It's a constellation. Your scars and freckles make the shape of the constellation lupus. It means wolf." Stiles froze with a look which morphed into a wide smile.

"Cool." He leaned forward and kissed me again. "A wolf huh? Maybe it's a wolf I know. Some sexy green eyed alpha."

I growled into the kiss using two fingers to pull him closer so as not to pressure him and startle him away. "I guess that makes you mine."

"Yes," Stiles breathed into me. "I guess it does." With a last kiss he turned and ran to the lake leaping off the pier to cannonball into the water, spraying the rest of the pack. I closed my eyes and let my other senses take over. Listening to the sound of my happy pack and the smell of their joy mixing with the summer breeze.

It was taking the whole pack to put the pieces of Stiles back together but at the same time he was mending what had been broken in us as well. For the first time since the fire, I looked forward to a long summer.

AN: Now is the time…if you want something special from this fic let me know and maybe I can write it in.