Derek assisted Stiles with piling a duffel bag full of clothes into his car as they peeled out of the Stilinksy home and headed afterschool to Beacon Hills High. Watching the students leave to the day, the pair snuck into the hallway as they got closer to the locker rooms that connected to the gym. The brown haired lad turned to his companion and made a suggestion.
"Okay, everyone should still be at practice," said Stiles. "I'll break into Scott's locker and steal a few hairs."
"I can still sense that Alpha still present on campus," noted Derek. "I'll patrol for her while you do your thing. Hurry."
"I'll meet you outside," replied the teen.
"Oh one more thing," said the Alpha. He pulled a small syringe from his jeans' pocket and handed the bag to Stiles. "Take this."
"What's that?" Stiles asked.
"It's an animal tranquilizer," Derek responded. "In case you get in trouble, use this. It will knock out any werewolf."
"I can't use that on Scott!" The brown haired teen protested.
The Alpha curled his mouth. "Would you rather he accidentally kill you out of love?"
The thought finally registered in his brain to which the sixteen year old reluctantly accepted the syringe. "Good point."
Watching Derek patrol the halls, Stiles entered the locker room. Foul smells of gym socks and unwashed bodies permeated the air as he heard the shower stalls running with water. Silently slapping his head, he peeked around the corner to see Jackson Whittemore showering.
"Damn! He's supposed to be at practice!" The chestnut eyed teen muttered to himself. "Got to make this quick."
Locating Scott's locker, he quickly remembered his combination and opened it. Pulling out the teen wolf's shirt, he noticed a few stray dark hairs, pulled them off, placed them in a small plastic ziplock bag and shoved it in his pocket. Slowly closing the locker, he began to race for the entrance when a strong hand grabbed his arm and slammed him against the nearest wall.
Dripping wet from his shower, Jackson's glowing blue eyes grinned wickedly at the young man as the white towel wrapped around his torso pressed against his body. The omega wolf leaned in and inhaled the teen's scent.
"Stiles!" Jackson growled. "I knew I smelled something amazing!"
A clawed hand pressed against his cheek. Stiles nervously swallowed.
"Jack…Jackson? Shouldn't you be at practice?" He asked the lacrosse captain.
"Coach Finstock let me out early since I was playing so well," explained the jock. "Everyone, not so much. He's making them run extra laps. Good thing too since I finally have you all to myself!"
"Uh…what would Lydia say?" Stiles attempted to remind him of his girlfriend.
"I'm sure she'd understand," he purred. "I mean the heart wants what it wants." The omega stroked his clawed hand hard against the sixteen year old's chest. "You know I always found you annoying but after thinking about it, I finally understand how charming those traits are. Now that you're here, I finally get to experience the real you and it's quite intoxicating." Leaning in close, he began to lower his lips to the teen's mouth. "You are one attractive looking guy…"
"Jackson! Don't!" Stiles protested helplessly.
"Jackson? Stiles?"
The brief interlude was interrupted by Danny Mahealani standing in the locker room confused by the strange behavior of his best friend and classmate. Jackson turned to the Hawaiian teen and smiled.
"What's going on here?" Danny asked.
"Danny," groaned the lacrosse captain. "Why aren't you on the field?"
"Coach had me put away the equipment," replied the Hawaiian teen. "I didn't know I would be walking into an intimate moment! Jackson, is there something you want to tell me?"
Jackson smirked. "I finally understand, Danny, why you're into guys. They can be quite seductive." He leaned into Stiles and licked the side of his face. "Too bad you can't have Stiles. He's mine!"
Danny cringed. "Yours? What the hell are you talking about?"
Stiles maneuvered away from Jackson and approached the lacrosse goalie. "Look, Danny, I'm flattered that you're in love me. Apparently, I'm now attractive to gay guys but these feelings that you and Jackson have for me are not real…"
"What?" Danny cocked his eyebrows. "Stiles, what the hell do you mean? I'm not into you!"
The chestnut eyed teen flinched. "Let me guess this straight, Danny boy. You're not in love with me?"
Danny clucked. "You are sooo not my type!"
"Oh thank God!" Stiles gasped. He ran to Danny and hugged him.
Jackson huffed and his eyes glowed blue. Growling, he darted after the pair.
"GET AWAY FROM HIM!" The omega roared. "HE'S MINE!"
Shoving his best friend, Danny flew hard against the lockers only to fall down unconscious. Jackson grabbed Stiles's wrist and lifted him off the ground.
"YOU'RE MINE STILINSKY!" Jackson raised a claw and slashed at his shirt shredding the fabric. Baring his canine fangs, he forced his lips to Stiles.
Without a second to lose, the sixteen year old grabbed the syringe from his pocket and plunged it into the omega's side. Jacksons howled for a minute before releasing Stiles and collapsing to the floor. Stiles brushed himself off and raced outside where he met Derek out in the hall.
Seeing the teen's shredded shirt, the Alpha inquired about what transpired. "What happened to your shirt?"
Stiles panted. "Oh nothing. Just almost got date raped by the captain of the lacrosse team."
Derek scowled before echoes of sinister growling sounds filled the halls.
"We better get out of here." The green eyed man suggested. "The Alpha knows we're here!"
"Good idea," replied Stiles.
They headed for Derek's vehicle and drove away from the school.
Night came quickly by the time the pair arrived back at the abandoned the train station. Stiles and Derek and polished the last of their Burger King combo meals before seeing dim lights coming from the main building.
"The good thing about this love curse," Derek commented gorging on his fries. "Is the free meals we're getting from the fast food restaurants."
"Oh please," Stiles clucked. "You pimped me out to those fast food workers for a Happy Meal."
"Hey!" The green eyed man grinned. "Sometimes this love spell thing you got going on can sometimes work in our favor. We didn't have to pay for any of this free food."
"Next time I'm giving out your phone number to Large Marge," said Stiles. "That Burger King manager smelled like onions and I think she is into some freaky things straight out of Fifty Shades of Grey! She kept asking if I like handcuffs?"
"Shut up, Stiles!" Derek snapped. "Eat your Whopper!"
The brown haired teen stuffed his face with the burger as he stared toward the building windows and the weird lights coming from inside.
"Is it normal for the lights to be on?" Stiles asked.
"No," replied Derek. "My pack might be inside." Dumping his trash inside the fast food bag, he opened the car door of his truck. "Stay here. If the betas are in there, you won't have a chance of surviving."
"What about you?" The brown haired teen wondered.
"I'm the Alpha," remarked Derek. "I can kick all their asses!" He raised a finger. "Now stay!"
Stiles observed the green eyed man go into the abandoned train station. Worried for his safety, the teen got out of the vehicle and silently followed after him.
"What are you doing Stilinksy?" He said to himself before shaking his head. "Getting myself killed as usual."
Derek marched into the building. To the right side of him, an old freight car had been parked by some broken tracks and he watched as Erica, Boyd, and Issac leap down to meet him. From the looks of them, the Alpha could detect that the trio were not themselves.
"Where is he, Derek?" Issac asked. His eyes glowed yellow.
"We can smell Stiles's scent," announced Boyd. "He's somewhere around here."
"Give him up," Erica demanded. "I'm his Robin to his Batman. We were meant to be together."
"Speak for yourself bitch!" Boyd hissed to the blonde beta. "Stiles belongs to me!"
"You're both wrong!" Issac spat. "Stiles is my man!"
The comment made Erica flip her finger in the air toward blue eyed beta. "Oh no, you di'in't! Stiles is my man! So you can take that over processed, bad permed out hair of yours and stick those claws where the sun don't shine! Stiles is my boo and no other wolf is going take him away from me!"
Boyd glared at Erica. "That's it! No more Maury Povich for you! Besides, Stiles is my baby daddy!"
Issac cocked his eyebrow. "You ain't even a woman!"
"I could be," the African American werewolf argued. "I mean who said that werewolves can't also switch genders? I mean we do shapeshift."
Derek's mouth dropped. He slapped his forehead. "I can't believe I made this pack!"
"That is the stupidest thing I've heard!" Erica snorted. "Shapeshifting genders? What next? We can fly like Superman?"
"He doesn't count!" Issac retorted. "Superman is an alien! Werewolves and aliens are entirely different species!"
"Still, I think I'm better for Stiles than any of y'all!" Boyd emphasized.
"Like hell!" Erica screeched.
The blonde beta wolf jumped on Boyd's back and latched on to his shoulders with his claws. Yellowish eyes and canine fangs roared as the African American beta attempted to shake her off but the female lycanthrope refused to let go. Sprinting toward the side of the abandoned freight train, Boyd leaped backward hitting the side of the metal car with tremendous force. Stunned by the blow, Erica slammed into the barrier with the back of her head knocking her out cold.
Taking Boyd's cue, Issac leaped at Derek. "STILES IS MINE! YOU CAN'T HAVE HIM!"
Anticipating the beta's attack, the Alpha grabbed the blue eyed werewolf by the collar and hurled him against the back of the building. The impact hit Issac cold rendering him unconscious. Shifting his red eyes around, he stared at Boyd who growled at the pack leader. Hunkering down, he prepared to leap at full force at Derek before his glowing eyes gulped a breath and fell forward in front of the lycanthrope. Standing behind the African American werewolf was Stiles holding a syringe in his hand.
"Sorry," the teen apologized. "I still had some animal tranquilizer still left."
Derek frowned. "I told you stay in the car! You could've gotten yourself killed!"
"I said I would." Stiles displayed an arrogant attitude. "I never said I was going to."
The Alpha rolled his eyes. "You're going to be the death of me Stilinksy!"
"Not if one of my lovesick admirers gets to you first," the brown haired lad retorted. "Now help me get some hair samples from your pack."
Derek pulled a strand from both the sleeping bodies of Erica and Issac while Stiles attempted to grab one from Boyd. The chestnut eyed young man hesitated.
"What's wrong?" The green eyed wolf asked.
Stiles tried several times to touch Boyd's scalp. "It's just that…well it's a little hard…"
"Spit it out Stiles!" Derek shouted.
"Boyd doesn't have any hair!" Stiles pointed out. "He shaves his head!"
"Well get one from his arm," suggested the Alpha in a sarcastic tone. "I'm sure he has hair there."
The sixteen year old lifted the beta's arm and noticed a small strand of black hair. Pulling a piece from his arm, he placed into a ziplock plastic bag.
"Got it!" Stiles answered.
"Good," replied Derek. "Let's get these to the Morgensterns tomorrow morning so we can start with curing this love curse."
"What about the rest of your pack?" Stiles inquired looking at the unconscious bodies of the teen wolves.
"Grab some chains, locks, and handcuffs from the building," the Alpha ordered.
"What for?" The teen asked.
"We're going to lock them up for the night," explained the green eyed man. "That way they won't be a danger to you, themselves or anyone else due to this love spell."
"Kinky," Stiles remarked.
"STILES!" Derek roared. "CHAINS AND LOCKS NOW!"
The young man quaked. "Okay. Okay. I'm going. I'm going."
He ran inside the old train station building to fetch the materials.