A werewolf fight. I didn't even see it coming. My friend Mike is to blame... or really.. I thank him. Hope you'll enjoy this turn of events. I promise I will still stick to my Sterek Lovestory. It's just...

Stiles almost freaked out when he realized what had happened. The only positive thing was the unfamiliar voice shouting: "Don't kill him," before he heard a grunt from Derek and the line went dead. With shaking hands he called Scott. "I think they took him! Derek! They took him." He knew he sounded a bit hysterical and tried to calm down. "Get Isaac. I'll call Chris." With a trembling voice, he managed to explain where Derek had been only moments ago.

Disregarding Derek's wish, Stiles decided to join the battle. He knew he needed some leverage and headed directly towards Dr. Deaton's clinic.

The doctor was there and when Stiles explained what was going on, he too urged Stiles to stay out of it. "If you don't want to help, I don't care. I'm going, regardless." Stiles was about to stomp out when Deaton sighed heavily. "I understand. I'll see what I can do." He walked away and let Stiles wait in the surgery while he was getting something from the storage room. Just before the doctor came back, Stiles snuck a scalpel from a tray into his hand.

An item that looked like a permanent marker was put on the table in front of him. "This is the best I can do right now." Deaton shrugged. "I really wish you'd reconsider." Stiles looked at the thing. "And this is gonna help me, how? Am I going to draw on them?" The doctor chuckled humorlessly. "It's an insulin injector. I modified it. Instead of insulin, it contains a high dose of concentrated wolfsbane." He picked it up and handed it to Stiles. "I'll show you how to use it. But be careful."

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When Stiles drove off, he contemplated on calling his dad but then he scrubbed the idea. The police officers would not understand what they were getting themselves into. The other issue was that Scott and Derek could be equally at risk if they realized that they were hunting werewolves. Instead he just called Chris, and told him that Derek had found Allison. Chris sounded elated until he got the rest of the story. He promised to show up armed and ready for battle.

At the edge of the woods he met up with Scott and Isaac. They pointed to an old farm building. It looked like it could fall down any minute. After a short deliberation, they too demanded that Stiles stayed away. "You can be the lookout and alert us if something happens." Scott tried to keep calm, but Stiles could see that his friend was about to wolf out.

Sitting there between the trees, Stiles felt useless. "Lookout?" He whispered to himself, "not a particularly heroic title." He picked some leafs off a tree and tore them to shreds. He was bored already as he watched Scott and Isaac enter the building.

He was trying to get comfortable, sitting behind some bushes, when he saw three characters turn the corner of the shack and follow his friends towards the door. Stiles was about to yell when he was grabbed by the neck and lifted up from the forest floor.

He felt claws digging into his skin, and he was pretty sure that his life was going to be over in seconds, but the werewolf didn't kill him. Instead he carried him over to the others. Stiles decided to try to play dead. He knew that the werewolves would be able to hear his heartbeat, but if they thought he'd passed out, they may let him go.

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Derek could smell them, and he knew that 'Chip and Dale' over there could smell them too. He wanted to warn his friends, but the sorry excuse for a growl that escaped his throat was barely audible. When Isaac and Scott came through the door, they stopped short for a second before the expression on Scott's face changed from determination to terror.

When he charged towards Allison, one of the other wolves stepped in front of her to block him. The other one went straight for Isaac. Derek worried that this was it. The two of them couldn't possibly overpower the Alphas.

He could barely move, but got startled when Scott threw his head back and howled towards the ceiling. The flash of red in Scott's eyes before he jumped the other wolf was surprising. As Derek watched, Scott was soon on top of the guy. With one smooth movement, he used his claws to cut the rope binding Allison and then dug into the wolf's throat. The sound he emitted as he did this, made everyone in the room freeze up for a moment.

For Derek, the whole scenario seemed to be played in slow motion. Allison let herself fall to the floor. Isaac jumped back and managed to avoid the claws of the other wolf, and Scott used his other hand to finish the job on his opponent. It could seem like they were winning the battle, but a few seconds later, the tables turned.

Four more wolves came though the door, one of them where carrying a listless Stiles. Derek cursed silently to himself. Stiles wasn't supposed to be here. He watched as his mate got tossed aside and left for dead. The 'fabulous four' spread out and got into combat position.

Derek hadn't even noticed what happened to Allison, but before he knew what was going on, one of the new arrivals had an arrow through his eye. He tip of it exploded inside the guys scull, causing blood and brain matter to seep out from his eyes and ears. The guy slumped down and fell over to his side.

Struggling to avoid passing out, Derek could see Allison behind a pile of junk that looked like an old conditioner. She looked like shit, but Derek couldn't care less. With her bow lifted and her eyes focused, she looked stunning. He moved his head slightly and was happy to see that Stiles was trying to get back on his feet.

He hoped that the guy would come to his senses and escape. When Stiles lifted his head and looked straight at Derek, pain and terror was written on his face. Derek managed to make a gesture with his head towards the door. Stiles had to get out of there and get help. If he'd had the strength, Derek would have yelled when he noticed that Stiles did not move towards the door. He crawled the other way and was obviously determined to get over to where Derek was sitting.

In the meantime, Scott lifted the chair that Allison had previously occupied and he flung it towards the remaining three newcomers. He managed to hit two of them. It threw them off slightly, but didn't really stop them.

Isaac was backing away from the guy who had tried to attack him before, but Derek knew for sure that he wouldn't stand a chance. The feeling off hopelessness hit Derek full force and he had to squeeze his eyes shut to avoid tears from coming.

He struggled with the ropes but the coarse fibers were digging into his skin making the pain worse. Stiles was now crawling on the floor behind the wolf that was charging at Isaac. Derek wasn't sure, but it looked like he was holding a marker of some kind.

It couldn't have been a marker, because when Stiles stabbed the guy's calf with it, he went down on his knees in an instant, giving Isaac the upper hand. With a well aimed kick to the head, Isaac made the wolf fall backwards. For some reason, the guy didn't manage to get on his feet again and he grabbed his leg. The sore howl he emitted got cut off as Isaac slit his throat.

Stiles had managed to roll away when the wolf fell but got hit with the spray of blood gushing from his jugular vein. He was now only a couple of feet from Derek. Stiles was still holding the marker-thing in his hand and up close, Derek could see that it looked like an Epipen.

Stiles was covered in blood, and Derek didn't know if it was only from the wolf or if it was Stiles own blood too. The boy practically dived behind Derek's chair and started to cut the ropes with a scalpel.

Scott was busy trying to fend off the rest of the pack, and they were somewhat thrown off task when they noticed what happened with their pack member. One of them turned towards Stiles and when he saw that he was about to cut Derek loose, he charged towards Derek with his claws exposed.

One of the others went for Isaac but the boy – who weren't very skilled in fighting – managed to jump out of reach. This turn of events gave Scott an opportunity to grab an old rusted sickle from the floor. He swung it in front of him tearing the third wolf's shirt and making a gash across his chest.

Derek's hands were free now and with the last bit of strength, he tipped the chair over making himself fall to the side. The chair broke and the rope that bound him loosened enough for him to get out of them.

Stiles scooted backwards with some of the rope clenched to his chest. When the Alpha was standing over Derek ready to attack, Stiles threw the rope at him. The wolf lifted his hands as a reflex to cover his face giving Derek a leeway.

With his powers slowly coming back, he tried to move to cover Stiles, but it was too late. The wolf grabbed the boy and with his hand raised, he was seconds away from killing him. Derek tried to attack but he was still weak.

Suddenly they all got startled when the sound of a gunshot roared through the building. Chris was standing in the doorway – his shotgun aimed at the ceiling. The wolf that had headed for Isaac was looking down on his chest. Blood was seeping through his shirt from multiple wounds caused by the pellets from the shotgun. He wasn't fatally injured but as Derek peeked over briefly, an arrow came in from the side and went straight trough the guys head. With a thump he hit the ground.

The wolf holding Stiles threw the boy into the wall and jumped up on a workbench. From there he escaped through the window. The last remaining wolf followed him as Chris pulled the trigger and hit the back of his thighs.

The scene in there was almost surreal. Allison was standing in the corner with her bow raised. Her clothes were torn, and her face was almost unrecognizable under the blood and the black streaks from the mascara.

Two wolves were sprawled out on the floor with their throats slit. Close to the door, just in front of Chris, the wolf who got hit with the exploding arrow was in fetal position. Blood and brain matter was still trickling out of his ears and nostrils.

Isaac, bloodied and exhausted, had sunk down on his knees next to the guy with the gunshot wounds and an arrow through his head.

In the middle of the floor, with a rusted sickle in his hand, Scott was slowly transforming into his human form. There was a faint flash of red in his eyes as he lowered his shoulders and let the sickle fall to the floor.

Derek saw all this but his brain wasn't able to grasp it. The only thing on his mind at the moment was how Stiles was doing.

The boy was lying on his side, his face and upper body covered in blood. Multiple claw marks around his neck were still bleeding. His left shoulder had an odd bulge to it, and Derek suspected that it was dislocated.

He scooted over and was about to lift Stiles' head onto his lap when Allison yelled from across the room.

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Scott was somewhat confused. He'd noticed that he felt more powerful than before, but he explained it to himself with the fact that he was trying to protect his mate. He looked at Chris and mouthed a 'thank you' before he let the sickle fall to the floor. They had conquered the Alpha pack without any losses. Scott smiled and shook his head. He was about to turn towards Allison when he heard her coming up behind him.

"NO! You shouldn't lift him. He could..." Allison ran right past him and towards Derek. Scott followed her with his eyes and when he saw Stiles lifeless body on the floor, the smile on his face faded away in an instant.

Derek was on his knees in front of Stiles. His hand was on the boy's chest, and his head was cocked to the side. "He's breathing." The words were barely audible and there was a tremor in the guy's voice.

Allison was now standing next to Derek. She put her hand on his shoulder and stroked it gently. "We need to get him to a hospital. He could have injuries to his spine. Do not move him." Allison sounded strict and although Scott knew that Derek wasn't particularly familiar with taking orders, he seemed to understand and abide. Allison gave Derek's shoulder another stroke before she turned to the others. "We have to get rid of the corpses before the ambulance gets here."

As on cue Isaac and Chris started pulling the dead wolves out of there. Scott was unable to move. His best friend could be fatally injured and there was noting he could do. Allison looked at him with a frown. "Come on, Scott. I'll make the call, but you have to help."

Scott panned the room. It looked like a slaughterhouse in there. As in a trance he moved towards Chris and Isaac but he didn't let his gaze avert from the scene in the corner. Allison had her phone pressed to her ear as she walked towards him. "He is breathing. He's still alive." She stroked his cheek and gave him a lopsided smile. "Let's do what we have to do and let Derek watch him. You can try to cover up the blood."

Tears were welling up in her eyes, but she hurried to wipe them away. "Yes. We have an emergency. We need an ambulance." She walked away as she explained what she knew about Stiles' injuries to whoever answered her call.

There was a lot of junk and dirt in there and Scott found a couple of burlap sacks, and used them to cover up the most prominent stains. On top of them, he threw some rusted old tools and other pieces of junk. He tried to make so it wouldn't look arranged and when Chris and Isaac carried the last werewolf out of there. Scott assessed his work. It wasn't perfect, but unless the personnel on the ambulance searched the place, it was impossible to know that four wolves had died in there.

Scott looked over to the corner where Stiles was lying. Derek was still on his knees clenching Stiles' hand in his. Scott was about to walk over there when he heard the sobs. To avoid embarrassing Derek, he cleared his throat and waited until he saw Derek hurry to wipe his eyes.

"He'll be okay, right?" He swallowed hard as he squatted next to Derek. A brief nod was the only answer he got and Scott didn't know if Derek was sure about this, or if it was only wishful thinking.

"Isaac and dad are leaving with the bodies. I'll guide the EMTs." Allison was at the door and didn't wait for a response before she headed outside.

Derek and Scott didn't exchange another word. The lump in Scott's throat threatened to choke him. Stiles couldn't die. This was their fight; the werewolves' fight. Stiles should never had been mixed up with this in the first place.

There was a brief sound of sirens from the outside before Allison came running inside with the EMTs in tow. They left the gurney in the middle of the floor and practically pushed Derek and Scott away before they eased a backboard under Stiles.

Before moving him further, they checked his vitals and obviously satisfied with what they saw and heard they lifted him off the floor and onto the gurney.

Scott, Derek and Allison watched as they strapped Stiles to it. When they pushed him out the door they all followed. "Anyone coming with?" The EMT who was pushing the stretcher into the ambulance turned slightly to the three of them.

Scott was about to jump into the back when Derek forcefully pushed him away. "I'm going." He was inside before Scott managed to grasp what happened. "You go and get the sheriff. His dad needs to know." Derek helped out with closing the doors from the inside before the ambulance sped out of there.