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Part 10b – Drawing A Line In The Sand
Stiles sunk into the pool between Jackson and Danny making sure to kick Jackson on the way down who was still pouting about losing the second game.
"I promise to put extra bacon in the second potato bake okay?"
Jackson bit down on his smile before turning to Stiles and shrugged. "I suppose."
"You are so easy," Stiles said throwing his wrist with waterproof dressing over the edge of the pool to try and keep it dry.
"That's what all the girls say," Danny chipped in from his other side.
Jackson rolled his eyes but smiled at Stiles. "Extra cheese on top too?"
"Fine."
"See this is why he calls you those names," Danny said splashing Stiles.
Lydia turned and floated on her back over to Stiles before she made herself comfortable in his lap. "Why does Jackson get treats when I won the game?"
Jackson huffed and swam to the other side of the pool where Derek, Jasmine and John were having a conversation about New York.
"You know that wasn't very nice," Stiles said pinching Lydia's waist. She flinched away from him and landed a sharp jab with her elbow between two of his ribs. "Hey!"
"Lydia don't bruise Stiles." Derek reminded her.
"Alpha's favourite," Lydia muttered under her breath while Stiles beamed at her.
Lydia slid off his lap onto the spot next to him that Jackson had vacated.
"So I was thinking," Lydia started. "Derek is going to see your dad this afternoon so you and me go see a movie."
"Something stupid?"
"I was thinking something what would get us mercilessly mocked by everyone else."
"Excellent," Stiles agreed with glee.
"Does that mean we have to leave when Derek goes to his meeting?" Danny asked them pushing down on Stiles' shoulder so he could see Lydia. She shrugged her answer so he let go of Stiles to turn to his alpha. "Hey Derek do we have to leave when you go to your super-secret meeting with the sheriff?"
Derek turned from him conversation to look at Danny, his eyes flicked over to Stiles for a moment before going back to Danny. "Do you ever leave my house?"
Danny thought about it for a moment. "Not normally."
"In fact my house has been absurdly, bizarrely quiet since we came home."
"That's because of the evil whore," Lydia muttered into the skin behind Stiles' ear causing a full body shudder that made Derek's eyes snap back to him.
"We've been spending time with our families," Stiles said the skin behind his ear still tingling while Derek frowned at him. "Sudden breeze," he said in explanation.
"The sheer force of my sexuality you mean?" Lydia whispered.
Derek growled. "Lydia I can hear you."
She pulled away from Stiles and grinned at him. "I know darling."
Stiles bit down on his lip but was saved from having to say anything by the timer going off behind him. With a grin he stood and swam over to the steps to get out. He threw a smile at Derek who was looking at him strangely before he grabbed the timer and went back towards the house wrapping himself in a towel. Stiles dried off and threw his top back on before he went inside and checked the potatoes. They were ready so he turned them off and started making his potato bake. Jackson came through the door just as Stiles had started the second dish he stepped too close and gave Stiles a hug making his entire back wet.
"Jackson!"
"What?" Jackson asked his voice full of fake innocence before it turned annoyed. "There's nothing to steal yet?"
"You cannot be hungry already," Stiles said stepping away from Jackson his back now both cold and wet.
"I'm always hungry," Jackson said grabbing an apple. "We are starting a game of pool volleyball and the teams are uneven when are you going to be done?"
Stiles started slicing the next potato. "I'll come out when I'm done."
"Stiles," Jackson whined. "Can you hurry?"
"I can just make one instead of two."
"You just take your time Stiles," Jackson said. "We'll make do until you're done."
"That's what I thought," the door behind them opened again but Stiles didn't bother to turn around.
"You are cooking again Stiles," Jasmine said from behind him and Stiles sighed while Jackson pressed closer to his side. "How typical."
"What does that mean?" Jackson said before Stiles had a chance.
"Don't worry about it," Stiles said quietly to Jackson who was glaring at Jasmine.
"All I mean," Jasmine said. "Is that Stiles is so often in the kitchen, cooking, cleaning, doing so much for Derek's pack."
"We're all pack we look after each other."
"That's what a pack does," Jasmine agreed. "So lucky that Derek found someone so willing to look after a pack when he's not a werewolf."
Stiles grabbed Jackson's forearm holding onto him tightly.
"I cannot wait to taste your cooking Stiles," she said in a sweet voice.
"Thank you Jasmine, I hope it is as good as my pack has made it out to be."
"It will be," Jackson said.
"I'm sure, well I had best get back out there. Derek and I were having the most interesting chat about Berkeley. Maybe I'll come out and visit him sometime."
"Sounds lovely," Stiles said dropping his head down and cutting more potatoes viciously. He kept going until he heard the door close behind him again.
"If she comes to visit you Lydia will rip her limb from limb," Jackson said.
"If she comes to visit Lydia will do nothing of the sort, I'll deal with it and it will be fine. She is a bitch but sticks and stones and all the rest."
Jackson huffed. "She is a bitch."
Stiles dropped the knife and turned to Jackson. "You shouldn't let her get to you, she wants you to disagree with her. Nothing she says is particularly evil or wrong I do spend a lot of time cooking."
"And we appreciate it. Danny and I pray and hope that one day you'll decide to transfer to us."
Stiles laughed and shoved Jackson with his hip.
"You shouldn't let her get away with treating you like a servant," Jackson said turning serious again.
"Coming from the man who thinks it's hilarious to call me mummy when I cook."
"I would call you daddy but Derek would get offended."
"Elizabeth has two daddies," Stiles said in a sing-song voice.
Jackson laughed. "You wish Stiles."
Stiles coloured and elbowed Jackson catching him before the werewolf was able to dance away. Jackson laughed as he went out the door reminding Stiles to hurry up for their game. Stiles took a couple of deep breaths and went back to his cooking.
When he came out of the house Jackson was trying to hold Danny under the water while Allison threw the ball at his head. Stiles laughed and threw his t-shirt over one of the chairs around the pool while Danny twisted and turned and shoved Jackson under the water Allison catching his legs to keep him down.
"So what's happening?" Stiles asked getting into the pool.
"Jackson and Danny had a disagreement about whose fault it was that they lost the last point," Derek said rolling his eyes at his betas. "You're on my team."
"They seriously thought it would be a good idea to put you, me and Lydia on a team together."
Derek grinned at him. "Silly people."
"How much are we up?"
"Two points," Lydia said floating on her back. "But that is more due to Jackson and Danny's epic unresolved sexual needs than the fact we were a person down."
"I wouldn't have sex with him if he asked nicely," Danny called out before Jackson surged out of the water and sucker punched him in the gut.
"Like I would have sex with you either."
"I never ever said the two of you should have sex with one another but if that ever happens I want details and pictures."
"Lydia," Stiles sighed. "You worry me, so very much sometimes."
She beamed back at him and dropped her voice to continue. "I just want to know if he has the same sex face when he's being fucked as when he's doing the…what?" Everyone was staring at her. "Fine no more discussion of sex lives though it's not my fault everyone has super hearing."
Allison's comment that she doesn't have super hearing and had no problem hearing what Lydia said was drowned out by Jackson's indignant question about why Danny would be on top.
"Thank you," Derek said pointing at Danny and Jackson in turn. "Both of you quit it and let's keep playing. Stiles is back."
"I suddenly see a problem," Scott said from where he and John had been staying out of their teammates' ways while they fought."
"Well then you really should have been paying attention earlier," Lydia said with an evil smirk.
"Ah fuck!" Jackson and Danny said together.
As expected Derek, Lydia and Stiles with some help from Monica, who mainly stayed out of the way and laughed at the other team's annoyance, managed to dominant the game. Scott, Jackson and Danny who were too competitive within their own team to do well became more and more annoyed the larger the points difference became and less likely to listen to Allison who unlike Lydia refrained from using violence to ensure attention was being paid to her.
Lydia and Allison declared this to be the last point as both needed to go into the house and sort out the salad and pie.
John served the ball and it landed in the perfect spot for Derek to hit it up into the air unfortunately both Lydia and Stiles went for the final hit across the net and in a move considered both spectacular and horrific on recount Stiles felt something in front of his foot just before he tripped and fell connecting with Lydia's knee as she attempted to get the ball. Stiles' head snapped back and his nose exploded in pain and he fell forward into the water. Something heavy landed on his back forcing all the air out of his lungs. The weight was suddenly yanked off before Stiles was gripped by the shoulders and pulled out of the water.
"Are you okay?"
Stiles blinked his vision swimming as tears streamed down his face.
"Stiles."
"Stiles talk to me."
"Crap that's a lot of blood."
Stiles shook himself out of the hands of whoever was holding him and stood on his own two feet breathing deeply while he tried to focus on the group standing in front of him who all looked worried except for Jasmine who was scowling at him holding her arm close to her body.
"Okay," Monica said stepping to the front of the group. "Stop hovering, step back and let me have a look."
"Why?" Derek asked putting himself between Monica and Stiles.
"I'm a doctor, I'll have a look and we'll see what to do from there."
Derek growled at her as she took a step forward. She stepped back in response.
"Derek," Stiles reached out and touched Derek gently between his shoulder blades.
Derek spun and grabbed Stiles by his elbows again. "Are you okay?"
"Fine, but I think Monica should have a look at it." Derek growled. "Relax and help me out of the water my eyes keep watering."
Derek pulled him close and wrapped an arm around his waist helping him to the side of the pool and to the stairs. Stiles grabbed the bar and started up the stairs blood still pouring out of his nose and down his chest. Derek pushed him into a chair and dropped down into a crouch in front of him. Stiles blinked his eyes and reached out for a towel to wipe them careful to miss his nose before he rubbed at his chest. When Stiles opened his eyes again his pack was standing behind Derek watching him closely.
"Derek you're going to need to move out of the way so Monica can look at my nose."
"You sound funny," Scott informed him watching him closely.
Stiles smiled at him happy that things couldn't be too bad if Scott could joke with him. Derek didn't move. "Derek."
Derek stood and stepped to the side giving Monica only enough space to step up in front of Stiles.
"Okay Stiles," Monica said smiling at him. "I'm going to need to feel your nose okay?"
"Alright, this is going to hurt right?"
"Yeah," Monica said. "Do you guys have a first aid kit? And gloves?"
"I'll get them," Lydia said rushing off towards the house.
The timer went off in the chair beside Derek. Stiles looked to Allison. "Will you check the potato bake and if it's brown pull it out?"
"I can do it," Jackson offered.
"No, you cannot. You'll eat it."
Jackson nodded and stood back giving Stiles a view of Jasmine who was still holding her arm against her body.
"Are you okay Jasmine?" Stiles asked.
"Jasmine fell down with you," Scott said crossing his arms over his chest.
"Then Derek pulled her off you," Danny said his eyes flashing green telling Stiles that Derek had been at least a little wolfed out and forceful which explained Jasmine's less than pleased expression as Derek continued to hover protectively at his side like he did whenever a member of the pack was hurt and the danger had passed.
Lydia came back out handing Monica the first aid kit. She pulled the gloves out and on before turning to Stiles and dropping down in front of him.
"Ready?"
Stiles nodded and closed his eyes while Monica pressed her fingers into his cheekbones. She moved her fingers in until they touched skin that made Stiles hiss, he heard a low rumbling growl from Derek in response. Monica continued her exploration more tears stinging Stiles' eyes with the pain coming from his nose. Finally after what felt like forever Monica pulled her hands away from his face.
"Jackson can you go and fill a ziplock bag with ice and bring it back with a tea towel?"
"Sure," Jackson said bounding away.
Stiles opened his eyes slowly and pulled the towel back up to rub at his eyes.
"It's broken but you're lucky there is no damage to your cheekbones which given that Lydia is a werewolf was a definite possibility, you seem to have hit the knee very cleanly. Your nose is a little out of place. I can fix it but it's going to hurt. A lot," Monica's eyes flicked to Derek who was towering over her. "It's better if I do it before it starts swelling, you're lucky I was here once the swelling sets in they can't set the break."
Stiles took a deep breath in through his mouth and nodded. "Do it."
"Derek," Monica turned to the alpha and took a deep breath. "Go for a walk."
"What?" The word came out more growl than question and Stiles had to give Monica kudos for not flinching.
"You're hovering and putting me off. This is going to be bad enough without you growling in my ear so take a walk."
"Come on," Danny said as he and Lydia grabbed Derek's shoulders and turned him around to walk him towards the woods. "Let's go for a walk."
Monica turned back when Derek was out of sight and pulled a chair in front of Stiles. "Take a deep breath," she said her fingers soft on his nose with her other hand on the back of his head. "1, 2 and," she flicked her wrist and Stiles' head exploded in pain again. "Done."
"Fuckity fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck," Stiles grunted moments later there was an answering growl from the woods where Derek had disappeared.
Scott was laughing at him. "Seriously that is the best swearing you could do."
"In pain here Scott."
"You'll live."
"He certainly will," Monica said feeling his nose again to check the alignment before pulling out a bit of tape and pressing it gently to his nose to keep it in place. "Okay, you put ice on for fifteen, off for fifteen, repeat. You need to keep your head elevated when you're in bed, above your heart to keep the swelling down." Jackson handed over the ice pack. "If the bleeding hasn't stopped in the next ten minutes we should go into the hospital in case but unless that happens or you develop a bad headache you should be okay."
"Thanks," Stiles said pressing the ice to his nose.
Monica pulled her gloves off and tucked them into the towel Stiles had used to mop up the blood.
"I should wash the blood off huh?" Stiles said looking down at himself.
"It would be a good idea," Monica said. "You cannot go into the pool again today."
"I think the general presence of blood in the pool would encourage us all to stay out," Jasmine said.
"Come on Stiles," Scott said coming over and pulling him up. "Let's go and get the blood off you."
"My change of clothes is in my car."
"I'll get it," Jackson said following them.
"Jasmine do you want me to look at your arm?" Monica asked turning to her.
"No," she said with a sneer. "Even if there was a problem it's already healing since everyone was so worried about Stiles' nose."
"Jasmine he was bleeding profusely." John reminded her.
Stiles washed the blood off and by the time he was out of the shower his nose had stopped bleeding. Jackson had left his clothes on the sink next to the ice pack. When he made it out of the bathroom Derek was pacing in front of the door.
Derek span when the door opened. "Are you okay?"
"Fine," Stiles said his voice a little strange now that his nose was swelling regardless of the ice pack covering it. "And now not at all covered in blood."
"Lydia is worried about you, she feels bad," Derek said grabbing Stiles' face in his hands so he could see his nose. Stiles pulled the ice pack away to allow him to see properly. "It's started bruising."
"And swelling."
"Is it just your nose?"
"My knee is a little sore from falling on it but other than that I'm fine."
"Jasmine didn't hurt you when she fell on you?"
"Don't think so, was she going for the ball too?"
"I think so," Derek let go of Stiles' face so he could put the ice pack back and they went downstairs. "You're going to stick around until you dad is home right? So we can keep an eye on you."
"I'm going to be fine."
"Rethink your answer Stiles," Derek muttered gruffly.
"Of course I am going to stay until my dad is home."
Derek smiled at him and they made their way to the kitchen where Lydia was busy fiddling with her salads while Allison smacked Danny on the arm when he tried to steal the fillings for her pies.
Lydia span as they entered the room and stepped over to Stiles. "Are you okay? I'm so sorry about your nose."
"It's all good, if you were that annoyed about the fact I wasn't making you something special you could have just said something."
Lydia laughed and pulled him into a hug. "Sorry," she whispered into his neck.
"Not your fault, I tripped or slipped or whatever. You know me."
Lydia pulled away and with a smile went back to her salads. Derek pressed a hand to the middle of Stiles' back and pushed him out of the kitchen and outside to sit at the table. Danny put a drink down in front of Stiles.
"Am I allowed to eat Monica?" Stiles asked.
"Yeah, then you can have some pain medication."
"Good deal." Stiles rested back the ice still pressed to his nose which had started throbbing since his shower.
Derek turned the barbeque on his eye still on Stiles. "You are not to do anything."
"I can deal with that," Stiles said. "Also for my present I think I would like a pony."
"Your present?" Jasmine asked from the other end of the table.
"When one of us gets hurt Derek buys them a present to make them feel better," Lydia said putting down her salad. "We're keeping the potato bake on warm."
"I'll come and check it," Stiles said standing. He hadn't made it more than two inches off the chair when there was a forceful hand on his shoulder.
"No you won't," Lydia said. "We've got it under control, I'm thinking I'll hit the video store and we can have an 80s teen movie marathon instead."
"I'm in," Allison said sitting in Scott's lap her fingers running over the skin around his eye that was now completely normal again.
"Oh that sounds great," Scott said dropping his head onto Allison's arm with a sigh.
"We'll do it here," Derek said pointing to Jackson. "You can go and buy snacks while I'm out."
"Why me?"
"Because Stiles is not allowed to run errands," Jasmine said walking away from the table and into the house.
"I'll go with you," Lydia said following Jasmine into the house. "We'll get the movies as well."
"We have some," Scott said. "Mum loves John Hughes movies."
"Then you'll get them too."
"And I shall sit on the couch like a king while my serfs do my bidding," Stiles said trying to work out how to drink with the ice on his nose.
"I'll find some palm fronds," Monica threw in. "Lydia can I help with anything?"
"Nope," Lydia said. "We're pretty much done. Just waiting for Derek to cook the meat."
"Pies are in the oven," Allison said.
"Buns are cut," Danny said coming outside with the covered bowl.
"Salads are made and potato bake is keeping warm," Lydia said. "So really we are just being let down by our alpha."
"I can kick you out of my pack," Derek threw over his shoulder.
"I'm going to go and get changed then," Allison said.
"Me too," Lydia said as they both disappeared into the house.
"And I'm assuming you four are just going to continue to strut around shirtless like a batch of swimsuit models." Stiles said snarkily while Jackson and Danny grinned at him.
"I know you only wanted me for my body," Jackson said flexing.
"Ow," Stiles groaned. "Don't make me laugh it hurts."
"Sorry," Jackson said not looking at all apologetic until Derek caught his eye and he bowed his head with a grimace. "I came with enough meat for dinner," he said in apology.
"It's fine Jackson don't stress," Stiles said watching the tense lines of Derek's back. "You know how Derek gets when one of us gets hurt."
Jackson muttered something Stiles couldn't hear and refused to repeat it regardless of how nicely Stiles threatened.
Derek started plating the steaks while Danny and Lydia brought the last of the food from inside. Like breakfast Stiles was baffled at the sheer amount of food on the table.
Even though Stiles knew there was nothing wrong with anything but his nose his entire face now felt like a giant throbbing ache so he plated up some of his potato bake, some of Lydia's coleslaw and potato salad, anything that he didn't need to put any effort into chewing. When Stiles looked up Derek was watching him closely his eyes tight and questioning.
"My face hurts," Stiles muttered eating some hot, creamy potato while Derek continued to watch him instead of piling his own plate. "Eat."
Derek huffed but started filling his plate before sitting next to Stiles.
After they'd eaten Monica went inside and came back with a couple of pills and a glass of water.
"This is the good stuff which is why you needed to eat first," Monica said. "It will make you a little loopy."
"Loopy like I'm going to hit on Jackson or loopy like I'm going to see dead people who don't know they're dead?"
Monica laughed. "Probably just loopy in staring blankly and napping but I won't rule anything out."
"You can hit on me," Lydia said with a grin.
"I don't need the pills for that though."
"Hey!" Jackson said throwing a roll before he thought. Derek reached out and plucked it from the air in front of Stiles' head with a low, fierce growl. "Sorry Stiles I forgot."
"All good," Stiles said dragging the roll out of Derek's hand and pushing him back into his chair. Stiles threw the roll back to Jackson with a smile.
Derek sent Danny and Scott inside with the dirty dishes and told Jackson to put the food away. All three jumped up to do his bidding while Stiles asked Monica about her residency. He hadn't realised she was a doctor until today.
"I'm doing my residency in obstetrics and I'm two years in," Monica said. "I love it, all the little babies. I had some difficulty after the bite I was terrified I'd accidently squash something but I adjusted quite well."
"So," Allison said looking back at the door. "Childbirth, how horrid is it?"
Monica laughed. "It really depends on the person but I have yet to see a mum who doesn't think it was worth it when they are holding their baby. I'm sure there are some but I haven't seen it yet."
Allison nodded and continued loudly when Scott came back out of the door. "How did you learn to set noses."
Monica bit down on her bottom lip and grinned while she answered. "I had a rotation in the ER as part of my internship, I really enjoyed it but then I got to the obstetrics rotation and I was decided. If I had had to leave this residency I'd have gone back to the ER."
"I thank you for your love of people hurting themselves," Stiles said finding it much easier to drink without the ice pack on his face.
Monica came over to have a look at his face again. "Oh it's going to swell beautifully and you are probably going to have a couple of stunningly black eyes."
"Oh the wonders of being human," Stiles said before patting his pockets. "I need to call my dad. Do you have your mobile Derek?"
Derek who was still shirtless and wearing his bathers shook his head.
"Are you going to growl at me if I go inside and find mine?"
Derek glared at him before Stiles stood and went inside completely ignoring Scott and Danny who were stacking the dirty dishes on the bench and Jackson who was shoving the food into the fridge with no thought to the size of the dishes or whether his tower of plates would fall. Stiles knew he'd fix it when everyone disappeared later. That was of course assuming that Derek didn't force them to fix it before he went to meet Stiles' dad.
Stiles found his phone in his bag sitting at the end of the bed in the room he'd claimed when they'd rebuilt the house. He shared a wall with Derek's room and one with Lydia's. He left the rest of his clothes on the edge of the bed and went downstairs to the sit on the couch while he called his dad.
"Hey dad, no I'm good but umm. Dad I'm fine. Okay so I'm not completely fine Lydia beat me up and I've got a broken nose. No, we were playing volleyball in the pool and I slipped and bashed my head on her knee. No, one of Derek's guests is a doctor and she put it back in place. No she gave me good drugs too. Derek is making me stay until you are home at least. I'll be home later, yeah give me a call when you get home. No he'll insist. He's all growly and protective. Yes he is still coming. What is the meeting about? Of course it's my business, everything is. Dad stop laughing. Fine, fine. I'll see you later. Bye dad."
Stiles hung up and slumped back into the chair. He could feel the medication working. He didn't want to move, he just wanted to curl up on the couch and sleep for a little while. Maybe he'd go up to his bed and go to sleep. Stiles closed his eyes and relaxed. The couch dipped next to him but Stiles couldn't bring himself to open his eyes.
"You need to put the ice on," Derek said next to him.
Stiles lifted a hand and Derek gently placed the ice on his nose before Stiles held it in place. "So tired."
"Go upstairs and lay down."
Stiles shook his head. "Comfortable here."
"Well then just relax," Derek said not moving.
Stiles nodded slowly and let himself float for a while. Later, much later, he felt the couch shift again and Derek quietly told him he was going to his meeting with the sheriff. Stiles waved him away tiredly after Derek had pried the ice out of his hand. Stiles stayed there while Lydia and Jackson came in to tell him that they were leaving moments before Scott and Allison went as well. Danny came in with a book and sat with Stiles who had given up all pretence of sitting and was propped up on some cushions lying out on the couch.
Sometime later Stiles woke up and needed a drink. He pulled himself up from the chair Danny no longer sitting where he had been before. Stiles stretched out and grabbed the bag of water from the table taking it into the kitchen with him. The dishes had been put in the dishwasher which seemed louder to him than it normally was. He checked the fridge and Jackson's gravity defying packing was still in place. Stiles pulled everything out making himself another plate of his potato bake and throwing it into the microwave. Stiles restacked the fridge giving them a lot more space than they'd had before and lowering the chances of someone being crushed by the plates as they opened the door.
"You're awake," Jasmine said from the kitchen doorway.
"I am," Stiles said putting some of Lydia's amazing coleslaw on his plate as well before tucking it back into the fridge with the rest of the food. He pulled his mobile out of his pocket and sent Derek a message asking him to get more bread so they could have some with dinner. "Do you know where Danny is?"
"He is showing Monica and John the lake, they wanted to go for a walk and Danny was nice enough to suggest it and said he'd show them where it was. Apparently it's a great walk."
Stiles nodded as his phone beeped. "It is a lovely walk." Derek had replied that he would get the bread and then told Stiles off for having opened the fridge door. Stiles pulled a glass down from the cupboard to get a drink his back to Jasmine.
"I've been watching you Stiles." Jasmine said coming in close and talking from just behind him. "You're in love with him, silly little human." She ran a finger down Stiles' neck making him jerk away.
Stiles knew he was alone in the house and his discomfort settled around him like a blanket but she had done nothing but insult him and ridicule him so he turned to face her with a deep breath. "No I'm not."
"Yes you are. You get hard every time he is close. I can smell the lust all over you. It's pathetic, and you know he can smell it too. He's a werewolf. He can smell your need coming off you in waves and has he ever made a move?"
Stiles refused to answer, tried to steady the heart that was beating too fast at the thought of Derek smelling the arousal Stiles felt whenever he was near the werewolf. Tried to ignore the sick feeling given to him by the idea that Derek might know.
"He likes women you know, we used to date. I used to ride him for hours. Werewolves have amazing stamina. Why would he want a human when he could fuck a werewolf?"
"I am not interested in him like that."
"Yes you are, your eyes track him, you get him things because you know he will want them even if he doesn't already and he's just using you. His little deluded omega who cooks and cleans and begs to be fucked but is happy just to moon over him. Why on earth would he want you? You're scrawy." She grabbed his arm in a tight hold making him almost gasp but he bit down hard on his lip to keep it in. "You are sick, I can smell the medication all over you, and you have done your research haven't you Stiles, even if he wanted to fuck a guy he's pick someone healthy. Alphas only mate with the strongest, healthiest person. Survival of the fittest and you are not the fittest. He's probably pick Lydia of any of your little pathetic pack. She's strong and tough, I bet he'd love to bend her over and fuck her, I bet he's thought about it too. Maybe he already is and is hiding it from you. To keep you in here, in his kitchen fetching drinks for everyone while he sits in there and does nothing."
"I am not in love with Derek." Stiles said swallowing thickly.
"I can hear your heartbeat Stiles, you are a shit liar, but then again I've yet to see anything you are good at."
Stiles stood just a little straighter and looked Jasmine in the eye. "You think he'd prefer to come back to you?"
"You have no idea what we had."
"If he wanted you why aren't you in his bed now?"
"I'm not an easy fuck Stiles, unlike you, when he and I mate again I will be a part of his pack and trust me you will be a thing of the past and those little betas will learn how to act like real werewolves. They will hunt and eat as they should. They will bathe in the glory of being a werewolf and they will stop looking to you like you are anything but a pathetic human trying so hard to be part of a world where you do not belong."
"I am part of this pack."
"Really?" Jasmine asked grabbing his wrist and yanking it around until he could see his tattoo. "Because of this?"
Stiles was silent looking at Derek's mark on his wrist. Jasmine's fingers tightened around his upper arm pulling his eyes back to hers.
"Did Derek give it to you? Did Derek ask you to bear his mark or did you decide to do it yourself? Did you push yourself into his pack with the delusion that he wants you here, that if you just keep waiting he'll drag you up to his room and devour you, lay you out on his bed and make you feel good. Has he ever, ever made you think he'd want you? I cannot see it, I've been watching him and you are nothing to him, nothing of worth, not even worth a cheap fuck."
"I think of the two of us you were the cheap fuck, scratching an itch under the full moon." Stiles said his patience snapping.
Jasmine yanked his arm making him yelp in pain. "If you think that then why hasn't he bent you over and used you like the piece of easy arse you are, after all what good are you. Cook, clean and fuck is about all you're worth but you're not good enough for him to fuck."
Stiles took a steading breath and asked politely. "Let me go."
Jasmine sneered but then cocked her head. "I'll be sure to check it out Stiles." She said brightly with a smile and walked out Jackson coming in from the other direction.
"Stiles dude, you're up." Jackson smiled then paused. "You okay?"
"Fine. I suddenly need to go to the bathroom desperately. I'll be back in a few minutes."
Before Jackson could even agree Stiles was past him and through the house to the bathroom, Jackson didn't even think about the fact he'd gone to the upstairs one until Lydia came into the kitchen behind him.
"Where is Stiles?" Lydia asked dumping her bags on the kitchen table. "I saw Jasmine and she looked annoyed."
"Fuck," Jackson said. "She was in here with Stiles when I came in."
Lydia span and headed out of the room following Stiles' scent.
Stiles was walking down the stairs when she was about to walk up looking for him. He looked okay but there was something around his mouth that made her want to wrap him in her arms and hold him until Jasmine left. Stiles quirked his lips at her and continued down.
Lydia opened her mouth to say something just as the door opened behind her and Scott and Allison came stomping in laughing about something. Danny, Monica and John coming in from the other direction making just as much noise.
Monica looked at Stiles then down at her watch. "Time for more medication, you need to eat something first."
"I-"
"Here," Jackson said coming into the room. "You'd already made a plate."
Stiles reached for the plate but Jackson shook his head and pointed back to the living room.
"Can you get him some more ice too?" Monica asked following Stiles.
Stiles had just sat down and taken his first bite when the door opened again and Derek walked in bypassing all of his pack to come into the lounge room and sit next to Stiles.
"You don't look good, what did you do?"
"I made sure the fridge wouldn't collapse," Stiles said chewing his food slowly not at all hungry anymore.
"He'll be fine," Monica said. "Once he's eaten I'll give him another pill."
Derek nodded but didn't move watching Stiles eat every bite the rest of the pack settling around them. Lydia watched him closely but Stiles just smiled at her after swallowing the tablet and got comfortable with the ice pack. Stiles fell asleep halfway through 'The Breakfast Club' and woke up just in time to see Ferris sing but he dozed again between running the car backwards and Baby falling in love with Johnny.
"We are going to have another training session tomorrow." Derek said before anyone left. "You'll all be here tomorrow at 9?" Derek's eyes were looking around the room. Everyone nodded.
"I'll stay home and nurse my nose," Stiles said yawning.
"You can't drive," Derek said.
"I'll drive him," Scott said pulling Stiles' keys from his pocket before the other man could react.
"Take this in the morning but only after food," Monica said handing him one last tablet.
Stiles nodded and tucked the pill into his pocket. "We still on for our discussion from yesterday?"
"I don't know," Derek said watching him closely. "What do you think?"
"Should be fine but I'll call you."
Derek nodded with a frown.
"We'd better go." Stiles said with another yawn heading out of the door.
"I'll walk you to the car." Derek said falling into step beside Stiles.
"Goodbye guys," Stiles said the rest of the pack echoing him.
"Night Stiles." Jasmine said watching them both leaving the room.
Derek saw him to the car and told Scott to call when he got home and to make sure Stiles got in and that the sheriff was there.
"And tomorrow I shall make myself a dress of silk and wait in the tower for my prince," Stiles said with a smirk.
"I know you are not a damsel in distress Stiles but you are drugged and have a head wound."
"It's fine," Stiles said with a smile resting his hand on Derek's elbow before he swayed forward and gave him a hug. "Always so warm," he muttered as he climbed into the car.
"I'll look after him Derek, see you tomorrow."
Derek waited until they were gone before he went back inside, said goodnight to Jasmine as he passed and went up to his room.
TBC...
