A/N: Hello again, a big thank you for all of your follows, favourites and reviews. I am still amazed that so many of you are enjoying my story. I hope that that continues. Sorry that this chapter took a little longer but I fear that the next one may take just as long. I have lots going on at the moment which reduces my writing time. So please enjoy this chapter and I'll see you next time.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Scott had decided that he would head home after leaving the hospital and he had told Allison that he would drop her home first but she surprised him by saying that she would just spend the night at his. Scott didn't argue and he helped her into the car. He was so caught up in Allison that he completely forgot about Lydia until the small redhead cleared her throat behind them.

"Oh, sorry Lydia, did you want me to take you home?"

Before Lydia could answer, Isaac stepped forward and said that he could take Lydia home if that was easier. Scott looked at Lydia and raised his eyebrows.

"Fine," she huffed as she turned from Scott but not before he saw her lips lift into a smile. He turned his confused face to Allison but all she could do was laugh and pat his arm, telling him to just get in the car. Scott shook his head and did as he was told, calling out a goodnight to his friends. As he got behind the wheel, he continued to stay as the other two walked over to where Isaac had parked his own car earlier. Clearly there was something there that he just couldn't figure out and knowing Lydia, it was probably better if he didn't. He turned his head back to Allison when he felt her hand rest on his head and her fingers run through his hair. She told him not to worry, that the two of them were old enough to know what they were doing. She then leant in and gave him a kiss which certainly cleared his mind of the other two. He brought his own hands up and placed around Allison's waist as he deepened the kiss. Before things could get to heavy though, his phone started to ring. Groaning loudly, he pulled away from Allison to check who was calling him. He closed his eyes when he saw that it was Boyd but he promptly answered the call and listened to what the other boy had to say. After hearing it all, he told Boyd that they would all meet at the apartment the next day and then he told him to get some sleep. Disconnecting the call, he told Allison what Boyd had just said and he texted both Isaac and Lydia, telling them to meet at the apartment the following day. He then put his phone away, started the car and pulled out of the hospital parking lot.

As they walked across the parking lot, neither Isaac nor Lydia spoke much but when they reached his car, Isaac opened the door for her and he waited until she was seated before he closed the door. She smiled up at him through the window and he could feel his cheeks start to warm. He'd had such a bad crush on her when they'd been freshmen and now here he was, taking her home in his flash new car, the one that Derek had bought him only a couple of months ago. He jogged around the car and got in behind the wheel. He started the car and began to back out of his parking space. He hadn't gotten very far before both his and Lydia's mobile phones went off. Pulling back into the space, he took out his phone as Lydia did the same with hers. He read the quick message and then looked over at his passenger. He waited until she looked back at him before asking if she would like him to pick her up and take her to the apartment the following day.

"That's sweet Isaac, but seeing as you live with Derek, that's an extra drive for you. I can make my own way over."

Isaac conceded to her logic but he was a little disappointed. He wanted to spend a lot more time with Lydia but he knew that she was probably not interested at all. Putting the car back into reverse and he pulled out of the parking space again. He drove towards Lydia's house. He remained quiet, not wanting to make a fool of himself. About half way there, he sensed Lydia turning in her seat to look at him and he steadfastly kept his eyes on the road. He knew that he could easily say something really stupid. So he was a little surprised when Lydia spoke first, breaking the silence.

"I really do want to thank you Isaac. It's really is sweet that you want to come and get me but I can drive myself."

Isaac just nodded his head but he kept his eyes on the road. How could he have been such a fool? Just because Lydia was talking to him now didn't mean that there could be a chance of anything going on. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, letting his body relax and trying to ignore her amazing scent. Just as he managed to get his body and hormones to listen to his brain, he felt her hand on his shoulder. He quickly glanced over at her and she smiled at him, causing all of his good intentions to fly out of the window.

"Can we just stop at Coffee Joe's for a quick drink? I need a coffee fix. It's just up the road a bit."

Isaac nodded his head and drove towards the café. Pulling up in front of the café, he turned off the engine and removed his key. He once again walked around the car and opened Lydia's door. He held his hand towards her to help her get out of the car. He could feel the tingle run up his entire arm but he made sure that none of what he was feeling showed on his face. He didn't want to freak Lydia out. If he wasn't going to have the relationship that he really wanted with her, he would settle for her friendship.

Lydia let her hand linger in his, enjoying the way his whole hand encased hers. When he let go, she felt cold from her fingertips all the way to her heart. She had to stop herself from reaching out to take a hold of his hand again. Clearly she was reading a lot more into what was going on between them than he was.

Derek woke with a start and he noticed that he had a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. He pulled the edges closer together and turned his head towards Stiles. He was surprised to see that his eyes were open.

"How long have you been awake?" Derek asked in a sleepy voice.

"Not long. Why are you asleep in the chair and not laying up here with me?"

"Stiles, you just had surgery. What if I bump or hit something that I shouldn't?"

Stiles just smiled as he grabbed Derek's hand and gave it a tug. He watched as the older man shook his head and stubbornly remained in his seat. Stiles chuckled and pulled on his hand a little bit harder. He knew that he wouldn't be able to budge Derek if Derek didn't want to be moved. However, the next thing he knew, the side of the bed dipped as Derek sat gingerly on the edge. Stiles carefully moved over to make room for Derek and then he waited for Derek to lie down and got comfortable. Stiles then snuggled into Derek's warmth as he draped his arm over his partner's waist. He let his finger make circles on Derek's side, letting them drift lower and lower until he slipped his hand under Derek's shirt and splayed his hand out over his warm skin. He then proceeded to snake his hand up Derek's chest before he started to circle his nipple. He could feel Derek tense up and before he could tweak his nipple, Derek's hand reached up and stopped Stiles' hand.

"I thought you were supposed to be recovering."

"I am, this sort of therapy is doing wonders for my soul. Now let go of my hand and let me finish my therapy," Stiles said cheekily, placing a kiss on Derek's throat, right on his pulse point, eliciting a small moan from Derek. Stiles felt his hand loosen so he decided to head downwards instead of remaining at his chest. He trailed his finger down the middle of Derek's chest and he didn't stop until he reached the waistband of Derek's jeans. His fingers moved to the button and undid it rather quickly and much to Derek's surprised, very effectively. He then lowered the zipper and he smiled when he realised that Derek didn't have any underwear. He threaded his fingers through his mate's pubic hair, bunching up his fingers and giving it a gentle tug to which Derek actually growled at him. Stiles let go of the hair and wound his fingers around Derek's penis, slowly contracting his fingers again.

"Stiles, please….."

"Please what Derek?"

"We're in a hospital, with a group of nurses outside. You have to stop."

"Do you really want me to?" He asked as he started to stroke his penis.

"Oh God no," Derek moaned as he closed his eyes. He knew that he should stop Stiles but it felt so good. The only thing better would be to have Stiles' mouth over his shaft, sucking and kissing it. Just thinking about it, along with Stiles' steady movements, made his penis jerk suddenly. Stiles smiled as he increased the movement of his hand. He turned his head slightly, kissing Derek's neck again. He suddenly felt his head being tilted back further as Derek leant down and kissed Stiles. Stiles' movement halted slightly as he kissed Derek back, but the moan in the back of Derek's throat, made Stiles return to pleasuring his partner. He increased his speed, rubbing his thumb over the head, collecting the pre-cum off the top before continuing with the stroking. Every now and then he would squeeze him gently. He let his hand go to the base of Derek's penis where he then let his fingers drop down and fondle the other man's scrotum, rolling them between his fingers before returning his attention to Derek's penis. He could tell from Derek's increased breathing and his moans that he was enjoying it.

Derek's fingers were making fists in Stiles' hair but Stiles didn't stop, couldn't stop. He kept going until Derek let out a deep moan and Stiles' hand was covered in Derek's semen. Both men then just lay in the bed, breathing deep. Stiles slowly let go of Derek's penis and drew his hand out of his pants.

"I guess I should go and have a shower," Derek said softly, placing a kiss on Stiles' mouth as he slid out of the bed. He walked into the ensuite and Stiles heard him turn on a tap. He was surprised however when Derek walked back into the room carrying a face cloth. He gently picked up Stiles' hand and wiped it with the damp cloth. Stiles just watched as he cleaned each finger and then his palm before placing a kiss on his palm. Then without saying a word he walked back into the ensuite and turned on the shower. Stiles watched as he pulled off his jeans and his t-shirt before stepping in under the hot water. Stiles continued to watch him, but his eyes started to get heavy and he had fallen back asleep before Derek joined him again. Derek climbed in beside him and Stiles instinctively cuddled into him, causing Derek to smile before he kissed the top of Stiles' head and closed his own eyes.

Ethan kept his eye on the mirror, watching Deucalion, waiting to see if his leader had smelt him. When Deucalion sat in the booth closer to the door, with his back to him and Danny, Ethan slowly let out the breath that he had been unaware that he was holding. It was then that he felt Danny's hand slowly rubbing circles on his thigh. Ethan smiled and looked over at Danny before he placed a kiss on the other man. Danny raised his hand and let his finger thread through Ethan's short hair. Ethan could feel himself getting lost in the kiss and he knew that he shouldn't, at least not while Deucalion was in the vicinity. He ended the kiss, and picked up his coffee, whilst turning his eyes back to the mirror. He noticed a woman dressed in a nurses uniform enter the café and sit in the seat opposite Deucalion. He focused his hearing and listened to what they were saying. To say that he was shocked was an understatement but he really shouldn't have been.

"Good evening Ester, so glad you could come."

Ester looked at him warily as she slid into the booth. He always came across as a polite man but she knew that he was evil through and through. She had seen first hand what he could do and it scared her so much. Enough that she did exactly what he asked of her. Still, she sat there, not wanting to be. Knowing that she would hurt so many kind people with the news she was about to give him.

"What news have you for me this week Ester?"

She debated not telling him at all but she knew that it wasn't just her life that she would be risking. She couldn't take the risk and he knew that. He knew that whatever she told him would be the truth. He sat opposite her and waited patiently.

"Can I please speak to Joseph first? It's been so long since I heard his voice. Will you please let me talk to my son?"

Deucalion nodded his head slightly before taking out his mobile phone and dialled a number. He spoke briefly before handing over the phone.

"Hello?" came a weak voice causing Ester to cry, she let the tears roll down her cheeks as she savoured the sound of his voice.

"Joseph, its mama. I'm so sorry that you have to go through this. I am doing everything I can to get you home. Please stay strong. I promise it won't be long. Can you do that for me?"

"OK mama. I can do that for you. Please come quick. It's so cold and dark here."

"I will baby. Stay strong and believe. I love you."

"I love you too mama."

The call ended then and Ester looked down at the phone in her hand before placing it on the table and pushing it closer to the man sitting opposite her.

"Now that you have spoken to your son, you will tell me what I want to know."

"They are moving Mr Stilinski to a regular ward in the next couple of days. Owing to the type of insurance that his father has, I am pretty sure that it will be a private room. He will need to stay in hospital for a couple of weeks but the doctors are saying that he will make a full recovery."

"And what of Derek? And his other friends?"

"Well Derek is there every night. And when he's not, Stiles other friends are with him. There is hardly a minute that goes by when he doesn't have someone in the room with him. What are you going to do to them?"

"That Ester is really none of your concern. You have done your job for me, keeping me up to date on what was happening. I might even consider letting you and your son leave Beacon Hills before the real fun begins."

"Leave Beacon Hills? Why would we do that?"

"Because my dear Ester, a war is coming and unless you want to die, along with your son, you would be best to take my advice and leave. Tonight."

"You will bring my son back to me?"

"I will have Ennis bring him to you. You remember him don't you?"

"He was the man who brought me to you in the first place. Are you going to let him leave as well?"

"Oh no, I need him to stay. He and the others will be my protection."

"Protection from what?"

"From dying of course. If I have to sacrifice everyone to save myself, trust me, I will. I intend to survive this war and I am only giving you this one chance to survive it as well. Go home Ester and I will have Ennis bring your son to you."

Ester looked at the man and she quickly slid out of the booth. She didn't know if she could trust him but she had to take the chance. She had to go home and wait. And pray that he was telling the truth. Pray that her son, that Joseph would be returned to her. She would do as Deucalion said; she would leave Beacon Hills that night and she wouldn't look back. She could always find work in any hospital but she hated leaving this one. Still, her son came first, he always would.

Ethan watched the woman, watched Ester, as she quickly left the café. He had always known that Deucalion was cold hearted but now he knew that he and his brother were expendable. As was Ennis and Kali, but his main concern was Aidan. He wasn't willing to be a sacrificial lamb for Deucalion's war; he had finally found someone who he actually wanted to be with forever, damned if he was going to let anyone ruin that.