I don't know what to do.
How about… you tell him. Stiles read the message and grimaced.
You don't know what he's like – I'll end up slammed against walls and stuff.
He's abusive? You need help? I can get up there in a few hours.
No, no! He's not like that. It's just… he forgets that he's a lot stronger than me.
Not for much longer, dude. I spoke to Daniel (Sunnys dad) and he said once you start down this path, you're only going to get stronger, faster. He asked around. Shamans in wolf packs were pretty important.
Like how? Right now I'm just left behind while they all go out running. Bored.
LOL. From what he's said, Shaman in wolf packs can keep them from hunters, cast protection spells, advanced healing… everything a pack needs. Also, being that 'You're a wizard, Harry' you're blood means you can't be bitten or influenced by others – so no crazy voodoo can touch you.
Sweeeeeet. Stiles typed, sitting at his desk, trying not to think about the books he'd stashed under his bed. Derek and the pack had left a few hours ago to 'run wild' for a bit, leaving Stiles at home. He'd logged on and Talon (Who didn't ever seem to sleep) was online at the Darkhunter site.
It's a pretty nice deal. Although the blood thing, you'll need to be careful. Most magic is tied pretty close to blood, so it's not uncommon for non-humans to drink it for power. Hell, if I'd not bitten Sunny, I'd be dust right now, so it can be helpful. Just remember – you are what you eat. ;)
Gross dude. I don't wanna end up a grumpy assed sour-wolf.
LOL. Gotta go though – my wife has just put her paintbrushes in the fridge and in about 4 seconds she's going to start pulling the house apart because she can't find them.
LOL - TC Dude
TTYL
Stiles sat on his bed and listened. In the distance he could make out the distant howls of wolves – the local paper had said that it was strange for them to be here – a sign of change and the destruction of their natural habitat. They were trying to set up a reserve, but so far no one had actually seen the wolves. Stiles hoped it stayed that way.
He was sitting on the end of his bed, book open flat beside him as he wrote down detailed notes. He'd found a mixture that if swallowed could slow the effects of wolfsbane in the blood, giving the wolf time to find and burn whatever strain he had come into contact with. If he'd known that last year, Derek wouldn't have asked him to cut his arm off.
He'd decided to make his own notes, rather than Pips journals. He didn't like reading the brown leather note books. It seemed after Gavin died (or was killed because Pip didn't give a crap about him) she got herself a new familiar from the same pack. She wrote that they no longer treated her with as much respect (Stiles was pretty sure the woman was an idiot if she didn't understand why) and she was offended.
The last entry spoke of a danger arriving, that was seeking great power – 'I am not concerned. I am more powerful than they. If I must I will drain the pack.' That was the last thing that had been written, the rest of the unlined book was blank.
He heard his dad welcoming Derek back with a 'long day, son?' just as his window was pushed further open and Isaac climbed through.
"Hi Dude." He said, half falling through the frame as Scott pushed him.
"Hi guys." Stiles grinned. "Good run?"
"Yeah." Scott said, his jeans caught on the lock. He took a few seconds to untangle himself.
"The best."
"We just wanted to ask if you were okay." Scott said, finally freeing his jeans from the lock and tumbling through the window. "You've been a little quiet these past few days."
Stiles shrugged. Every night that week, the pack had gone off on a run, at school they were closer than ever – spent their spare time at the Hale house, which was now completely demolished – not even a trace of the old burnt out shell was left. Derek had spent his days in the kitchen with the architect – Stiles had taken a look at the plans. He had expected Derek to build something like his old house – but when he had planned was massive and very modern. Solar panels, large open plan rooms – a bathroom that was almost as large as Stiles bedroom… built in recycled woods and steel.
And his dad had arranged to go on a fishing trip. And that hurt – because he'd never taken that kind of time out for him.
"You've got the house to yourself all weekend." Isaac said. "Can we stay over? Did you ask your dad?"
"Yeah, I asked him. He wasn't too keen, but Derek agreed to keep an eye on us, so that pretty much clinched the deal."
"Awesome!"
"Sweet."
His dad left at 5am, waking Stiles up before he left to tell him to behave and to have fun. Stiles mumbled 'love you' before falling back to sleep.
He was woken at 7am by Derek – who thought it was perfectly okay to wander into his room and shake him away with one hand and thrust a mug of tea under his nose.
"What the hell, dude!" Stiles grumbled, trying to roll over and go back to sleep. "Piss off!"
"We need to go shopping." Derek said, "There isn't anything for breakfast."
"Its 7am!" Stiles snapped, trying to burrow under the covers. "It won't even be open!"
"Isaac, Reever and Erica are coming over at 9 for breakfast." Derek said, pulling the covers off the bed and thrusting the mug in Stiles face again. "Get up."
The store was empty. Like totally empty. There wasn't a single car in the parking lot, and only one sleepy attendant at the checkout. Stiles had grabbed whatever Derek had thrown at him and pulled it on, not noticing until he was in the car that he was cuddled into Derek's grey long sleeved tee and his leather jacket. Both were just a little too big for him, making it look like he was playing dress up. Derek had a black jumper and jeans, looking (once again) like a drug dealer.
Stiles kind of felt a little badass though, as he walked lazily behind Derek, hands deep in the pockets of the Alphas favourite jacket. It was warm, and smelt like Derek – Stiles wondered if he would mind if Stiles stole it. The wolf though, didn't seem to notice as he pushed the cart with his usual deliberateness. He was buying twice as much as normal, Stiles was going to ask if they really needed so much bread – until he remembered just how much the pack could eat once they got started.
"Can you make pancakes?" Stiles asked, as Derek filled up the cart.
"No one else eats them." Derek said, putting 4 cartons of eggs in the cart.
"I like them."
"What kind?"
"Just plain. With Syrup." Stiles paused. "Please?"
Derek didn't look like he was affected by the pleading tone, or Stiles batting his eyelashes comically, but he shrugged. "Fine. If you take out the processed cheese slices I know you put in earlier."
"Deal." Stiles grinned, digging under the piles of food and pulling out the offending item.
"I don't know why you keep doing that." Derek said. "You know I'm not going to buy it."
"One of these days I'm going to sneak something past you."
"Highly unlikely."
Isaac, Reever, Erica and Boyd were standing by the back door when they pulled up in the car. It was just after 10am, they had spent almost 2 hours in the store – Stiles had forgotten just how anal Derek was when it came to food. They helped carry the bags inside, although they all stepped back as one as Derek put the food away – especially after Stiles put the eggs on the wrong shelf in the fridge and Derek nearly bit his head off.
So they sat at the table while Derek made breakfast, chatting and laughing away. No one commented on the fact that Stiles had taken off Dereks jacket only to show that he was also wearing Dereks tee-shirt. Stiles was wedged between Isaac and Reever, both whom he occasionally caught sniffing him. The fourth time, he glared at Isaac – who had very nearly knocked him out by head-butting him trying to sniff his neck.
"Do you mind, dude?"
"Sorry." The wolf grinned apologetically.
"He can't help it." Reever added. "You just smell so good."
"I smell just the same as I always did." Stiles said, "I've not changed anything."
"Leave him alone, you two." Derek snapped. "You don't see Erica and Boyd climbing all over him."
"Give me half a chance." Erica purred, and Stiles felt himself blush awkwardly. "It's alright for you, you get him all to yourself wh-"
"Erica!" Derek snapped – even Stiles could hear the Alpha command in his voice. She went quiet, although her eyes flashed dangerously. "Who wants what?"
In the end, it turned out that the only person who had pancakes was Stiles, although Reever did steal a few bites when she thought he wasn't looking. When she did though, Dereks eyes flashed red – he wasn't happy if anyone touched Stiles food. He figured that was a wolf thing, because when Boyd tried the same thing with Erica, she stabbed him in the leg with her fork – causing him to almost spill his glass of orange juice. Only Derek's Alpha speed stopped it from flying over the table and soaking everything.
"Nice save!" Stiles cheered. Derek just rolled his eyes.
"So if you take a bit of Dereks blood, you get to be a 'were for a little while?" Isaac said, eyes bright.
"Yeah. But it can be really bad too." Stiles admitted. "This Pip, the Shaman that was killed – she was addicted to it. She killed her guide in the end, because she took too much."
"But you ran for hours last week, and you said you only took 3 drops." Boyd said. "So you don't need a lot."
"I'm worried I might turn out like her." Stiles said, toying with the sleeves of the tee-shirt. "It's all I can think about – running, the colours, the smells."
"But you could run with us." Isaac said.
"But I could turn into a blood sucking monster."
"Doubtful." Derek said, leaning against the counter.
"You don't know that." Stiles said. "Last week... I seriously was ready to drain you dry."
"But you didn't." Isaac pointed out.
"But I wanted to."
"But you didn't." Derek said. "There is only one way to figure out what to do. Call Scott and Jackson." He said, pushing himself off the counter and walking out of the room. "We're going running."
Isaac and Erica whooped in glee, only to be cut short by Derek snapping: "After you wash up."
Derek stood in the kitchen, holding the knife in his hand, while his Betas paced restlessly. "Are you sure you just drink it? No herbs or teas?"
"Yup. Directly from the source." Stiles said, trying not to think how gross the idea of licking Derek's blood was going to be. If he barfed over anyone, he was aiming for Jackson, who'd done nothing but complain since he'd arrived.
"Ok, lets get this done." Derek said pulling the blade over his forearm. The cut bloomed over his skin, blood flowing for only a few seconds before the wound healed. He held his arm out to Stiles, who hadn't really thought just how awkward it was going to be licking Derek Hale in front of a room of teenagers.
"Oh, this is gross." Scott said, as Stiles tried to grab Derek's arm and look like he knew what he was doing. He leaned down and ran his tongue over the slightly salty skin, trying not to think about the heat and smell of the blood. Derek hadn't moved, but under the light pressure of his lips, Stiles could feel his heart skip and double. The blood was warm, metallic – beyond gross. It coated his mouth, making him feel like throwing up, he tried to fight his gag reflex – he was never going to be a blood drinking monster if it was that disgusting. Pulling back from Derek, he swayed slightly, only to be propped up by Boyd and Isaac who took the opportunity to sniff his hair.
"Anything?"
"I'm gonna barf." He managed, before blacking out.
"He smells fucking amazing."
"Leave him alone, Jackson." Derek snapped, as Stiles forced his eyes open. His world was coloured smoke. He was still standing, so Boyd and Isaac didn't drop him, he was grateful.
"But he smells intense." Jackson was saying. "What the hell is going on?"
"Colours." Stiles mumbled. Talking was difficult. Last time he'd shifted Derek had been Lilac, but all he was now was red and gold. Could people change their colours?
"You blacked out for a few seconds." Derek was saying, the air around him moving and swirling.
"You were lilac." Was all he managed. Derek looked annoyed, colour changing around tinged to blue.
"Lilac is panic, fear." Isaac supplied, blowing yellow across Stiles eyes. "Derek is mostly always red and gold."
"Alpha colours." Reever said from behind him. He knew she was there, could already make out everyone just by the colours of the room.
"Your green."
"Really fucking amazing." Jackson said again. "Why does he smell like... like... why does he smell so good?"
"Touch him, Jackson, and I'll rip your throat out."
"With his teeth." Stiles said, causing the Alpha to twitch a smile for a second. Stiles was able to stand on his own now, although Isaac and Boyd were still holding on to him. "I feel good. Great." He walked a few steps, disturbing the air around him in puffs of coloured smoke. "Can think better now. Not so ... desperate... as last time."
"Good." Derek said, opening the door to outside, letting Stiles stand in the mixture of colour and smells for a few moments. The sensation made him sway again – so delicious, intoxicating.
"Lets run."
Another day, and another chapter! :D
So many 'NOOOOO! Stiles can't become evil' messages and reviews. ;) Ya'll worrry too much - would I do that to my baby?! Never!
Might not update tomorrow. Busy busy!
Take care everyone, you make me so happy - what a great fandom to be in!
