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Trigger warning, excessive blood…

Forfeit

12 – Born vs Bitten

Saturdays are sacred and should not be for disturbing me when I'm sleeping but it's the ring tone I assigned to Peter so I bat a hand at the phone, "'Lo?" I manage to grunt out.

"Stiles, I really need you to go and get us some items, this is very important," Peter's voice is strained and he's panting softly, "Can you do that?" In the background is a pain filled moan.

Oh shit something big's happening.

"Tell me what you need," I scramble out of bed and surge unsteadily for my desk to grab paper and a pen.

"I know you're a guy but you hang out with the girls a lot, they take you shopping sometimes, so I'm hoping you know the difference between tampons and sanitary towels," he's saying as I stand there startled and baffled as to what he wants with feminine hygiene products.

"Er, yeah?" It can't be that hard to figure out it's written on the packets after all.

"We need the sanitary towel ones, the heavy blood flow option with the wings," I write it down frowning and wondering if he's pranking me, he does have a sense of humour after all. There's someone talking in the background, I think it's Derek, and Peter adds, "Yes Derek I'll ask him, Derek wants to know if you have any hot water bottles and if not can you get some, don't worry about the bill, give it to us and we'll pay you back," it can't be a prank if Derek's there, he does, surprisingly, have a sense of humour but he doesn't find pranks funny.

"Okay," I'm going to take this completely seriously, maybe it's a weird werewolf initiation thingy, or a test by Derek to see if he can trust me, which he totally can. "Anything else?"

"Candy," Peter says and reels off some brands, Derek's voice is closer and Peter repeats the Alpha's list so I can get it clearly.

"Got it," I mutter scribbling the names and types down praying I can read my own writing later on.

"Oh, plus normal cotton towels, don't get the good ones, we'll burn them after use, and some clean boxers," he gives me the sizes. "And bring it all to this address," he gives me the address and room number of the out of town motel that no one goes to because it's a shit heap waiting to be demolished. "Oh and Derek wants to talk to you."

"Stiles," Derek's voice is as stressed as Peter's, "Please hurry but don't do anything stupid, and don't tell the pack."

"Why not oh great Alpha?" I question even more confused.

"Because we're born wolves and this is triggering our defensive instincts, we're hurting and we'll attack first, you're the only one who could do this for us," and the phone goes dead in my ear.

Huh.

Speeding through a shower and throwing on any old clothes I jump in my jeep and race to pick up the stuff. The stuff that is looking surprisingly like a supply run for a girl, or woman having normal monthly troubles, it must be for Erika, something's gone wrong and Derek and Peter are trying to look after her, they should take her to Deaton. Or else she's gone into heat or finished heat, if that's even a thing.

My mind darts about continuously but I know why Derek picked me now, he knows Erika trusts me since the library seizure incident, that she'll let me get close when she'll claw at everyone else, and after the Alpha incident, well she trusts Derek now too. I steadfastly ignore the Argent basement issue that might crop up.

Happy to have worked it out I head for the motel and park up as close to their door number as I can. Struggling up the stairs with all the bags I knock on the right door and it opens with a very sinister creak to a darkened room with no obvious blonde bombshell in it.

For a few seconds I think Peter's betrayed me by leading me into an ambush but then I can see two double beds. A half naked Derek is sprawled across one of them in just his boxers and a half naked Peter in boxers is across the other. They're both shaking and sweating, between their legs are big fluffy towels that used to be a pale cream but are rapidly turning red with blood and I think I miscalculated somewhere because Erika's not here and I mumble, "Huh?" In a very unintelligent way.

"Stiles, door," Peter grunts out and I kick it closed with a crash that makes me wince. "Derek, see to Derek first," and then I think Peter passes out.

"Um," I'm at a total loss now, "What do you need me to do?" I stupidly volunteer.

"Shower, I need a shower to clean up the area, then I'll help you with Peter," Derek says as he struggles to even sit upright, he falls back to the bed with a whimper and I've seen him take a serious hammering from opponents and not make a sound so I know it's beyond bad.

"Oh my god," I drop the bags to the floor and get to Derek's side, kneeling down I ask, "Do I need to get Deaton? Is it poison? Come on Derek talk to me."

Green eyes open and catch mine as he shivers and sweats in an icky gross way, "Just need time, no poison, just need time."

"Screw time Derek," I would poke him with a finger for being a stubborn asshole but he looks worse than the special bullet incident and I have no qualms with telling him that.

"Period, we're just having a period," he says and I nearly burst out laughing because he has got to be pranking me, except he's not, he's serious. "Only for born wolves not bitten, only once a year, thank god, it'll be over soon," he's clearly exhausted and I pat his gross sweaty shoulder for him, surreptitiously wiping my hand on the bedcovers afterwards. "Don't have the energy to do anything." He crunches up in a ball and whimpers again, "I always forget how much it hurts," and it reminds me of me when I'd get crap in my leg and mom would hold me and comfort me while I begged for the pain to just go away.

"Right, okay, period," I can handle this, I totally can, the girls share way too much with me in far too much detail and I'm glad I'm male. Derek twitches slightly and I amend it to I'm glad I'm a human male and not a born werewolf male.

He said shower and then we do Peter. Emptying the bags I brought I find the towels and the boxers in the size that must be for Derek, I'm glad I didn't get the ones with choo choo trains on now. Taking all that into the bathroom I examine the shower attachment on the bath and try out the water pressure, it's surprisingly good. On the side are a few toiletries dumped haphazardly and I sniff the contents, smells like Derek so it must be his.

A pile of towels are already in the corner and there is way too much blood on them to have come from only two wolves, and my brain is doing the math because while they can heal supernaturally fast that's a lot of blood to lose.

Fairly sure I'm ready to help Derek into the shower so he can wash; I strip off my jacket and then go to get him. Between us we get him upright and then onto his feet, he leans over my back the same way he did with the bullet incident and that is going to feature heavily in my therapy when I can afford it. In the bathroom we get one of his legs in the bath and then the other.

He's even paler than normal and he's shaking so much I'm worried about leaving him when he says, "Okay you can take my boxers off now."

Oh my god, he expects me to strip him?

How is this my life?

This may actually be worse than the bullet thing, any minute now he'll whip a bone saw out, "Stiles!" Derek barks, "Do not throw up on me," and he's back to being grumpy so he's being Derek-y. "Stiles I need your help, please," and if this is humiliating for me the expression on his face indicates that his humiliation factor would eat mine for breakfast.

"Okay, we can do this," I nod confidently lying through my teeth. Gingerly I reach out and tug on the boxers, I've never undressed an attractive man before, well one that's not me anyway. Sliding the material down I gag at the smell of blood and then sway on my feet as a gush of blood with these thick blood clots slides down his legs to land on the bath with a splat noise.

"Mother of god," I gasp and manage not to pass out, "So much therapy, I'm gonna be scared for life," I whimper and toss the ruined boxers onto the pile of used towels in the corner.

Hosing Derek down isn't that bad and he's strong enough to wash himself. We race to dry him and then I'm wrestling on the new boxers with the sanitary towel before I deposit him back on the bed. Filling up a hot water bottle I put it on his lower back and he grunts as I position a pillow to keep the heat there for him.

In seconds Derek's asleep and I turn to see Peter shivering and sweating but awake and watching me. "Okay, you next," I whisper and gather my courage to get the bathroom ready for him.

It's harder with Peter because he's so much weaker, luckily he weighs less so my puny human strength can handle the challenge of manhandling him. Pulling his boxers off I switch the water on and then we run into the problem of Peter not being able to even wash himself properly.

"That's cool," I lie to him, "We can totally do this," not. Hosing Peter down I wave my hands a bit as I've never done this before in my life, then I start on his back and try not to press too hard as I soap him. He does manage to do his junk and affected blood secreting area aka his ass. Rushing I dry him and then put boxers and the feminine hygiene product on for him.

Getting him onto the bed I get his hot water bottle in position and refill their water glasses. They're both out cold so I let myself out because I have a new list of things to get.

Closing the door behind me I steal, sorry borrow, the room key and drive off to go and gather my new set of things, including drinks for rehydration and ones with glucose in them that athletes use. Some more snacks make it into the basket, healthier ones that continuously release energy, and some garbage bags so I can start clearing the blood soaked stuff out of their room, that way they won't smell it so strongly.

Sneaking back in the room I don't disturb them and I bag up most of the towels before Derek's awake. I give him one of the new drinks and some of the better snacks. We have to change his sanitary towel which is soaked through and I am so going to make a therapist's day and fund their salary for life at this rate, how the hell do girls put up with this crappy deal? It's knocked Derek off his feet and he's out of any fight until this is over.

Putting him back to bed I make him drink some more and snack on the energy bars as I put the hot water bottle just right so he grunts and sighs in a good way.

And then I have to tackle Peter, he's bleeding even heavier than Derek is and it's so freaking gross I almost throw up twice, but then he's back on the bed, the hot water bottle giving him some comfort. His hand shakes when he lifts the drink to his mouth so I take over and bit-by-bit we get it inside him, along with a few energy bars, then he collapses again and falls asleep.

I spend the rest of the day with them alternating changing the blood stuff and getting liquids back in them and food down their throats. Derek has more or less bounced back as evening falls, well he's moving slowly and sways on his feet but it's better than he was, but Peter's still out for the count.

"I've got it," Derek says and I let him have my full on sceptical look, because this is not him even remotely close to 'getting it'.

"No, I'll tell my dad I'm going to be late due to a Scott and Allison emergency and give you some more time to return to normal," I'm texting Scott to cover me and ringing my dad before Derek has managed to stagger even a few steps towards me. Dad isn't happy and I can only stay for another hour but I'm determined to make it count.

I get as much done for them as I can and then I leave everything in easy reach for them, "I expect a phone call in the morning, and if you need me I'll come over again," I glare at both of them and head home worrying about them being defenceless and alone tonight.

My night is restless and exhausting, when my phone rings at seven I get it on the second ring, "Yeah?"

"Stiles," It's Peter and he sounds better already, "Thank you for yesterday, we're going back to the station of doom and gloom today, by this evening it will all be over."

"Are you sure?" I question him, "Don't push yourselves if you're not up to it yet."

"We won't, and thank you," he hesitates for a second and then the line goes dead.

"Rude," I mutter to my room, I expect that from Derek, not from Peter, and then I get a text, "Forefeet owed, can be redeemed for 3 car washes," huh guess he doesn't want Derek to know about our little deal.

Finally I can sleep and dad eventually forces me out of bed and into the shower about noon, blearily I stagger through the day like a zombie and crash early for once, I'm back to my normal hyper self in time for school, awesome.

My baby has a slight bit of mud on her and I really want to cash in my forfeits but as I'm standing at my locker I overhear a couple of girls moaning about their periods and one of them is a bit smug as she says what a great boyfriend she has because he does things like get her hot water bottles and rubs her back, the others are envious until she points out she has to reciprocate with 'special' favours, "Damn so he's nice because he wants something back, and he does that when you're at your lowest, the guy is a snake," they all agree and I thunk my head on the metal.

Damn it.

Why do I have to be the nice guy, why can't I be a douche like Jackson sometimes, nope, scratch that idea, I'm never being like Jackson.

Tapping on my phone quickly I send of a message, "Nope, no forfeits owed, but you and Derek can drop by and bring a movie of your choice, I'll make the popcorn."

Four days later I end up watching a James Bond marathon with lots of popcorn, soda and the left over candy they didn't get around to eating. Derek's tense during the first film but starts to relax and the three of us do manly bonding together and see things explode on the screen.

Occasionally I catch Peter staring at me instead of the film but I ignore it and a few times Derek scents the air and stares at Peter. Nope not going there, I do not want to know.

Okay yeah I do, but I'm not ready for whatever the hell it is, I'll put it off for a while, it's easier that way.

A/N: Sorry for any and all mistakes, I've tried to catch those I could, but I'm only human.