AN: 2am I received a phone call of a woman pretending to be a man and serenading me with "Do You Wish It Was Me" by Jason Aldean, I was confused until they finished the song and told me I was Stiles and they were Derek(in their rather impressive Derek impersonation), then I laughed so hard I cried. It was perfect but now I need comparison because of how perfect it was, also there's a country song war going on and I need songs. (So far it beats the rap war we had…how is this my life!?)

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touchcloud: Thanks, I changed her storyline a bit. In that case I'll update as long as there's good feedback and then if there isn't I'll take it to a slower pace to better the story.

That doesn't mean ya'll need to review nicely either, I don't want to pressure you into that, seriously just keep reading and I'll keep updating. You don't even really have to do that.

jaycarterfl: you can tell I've watched too many romance movies to think she'd jump someone's bones if she did that…my head.

Stiles leans against the kitchen counter and closes his eyes, inhaling deeply, trying to breathe through the pain that ran through him. He stays like that for a moment, listening to the voices from the other side of the wall, still unable to make out actual words that his pack and the local pack spoke to each other. He knew he had to get out of there and think about this, he needs to think about what he's putting himself and his pack through. His hands are shaking when he pulls out his cellphone to call Jordan. Jordan was his go to girl, the one he'd vent about Brett to, the one he'd cry on about his pack or his spark. Aleysha was his best friend and he kept no secrets from her but he knew that telling her about his fight with Brett would freak her out, he was not only her Alpha but her best friend as well, the guy who saved her life.

"Hey, Stiles."

"Hey." He mutters, leaning to rest his hand on the wall in front of him. "How's Starbucks?"

"Great opener." She teases. "You almost die and all I get is a how's Starbucks? How are you, crazy?" He can almost hear the raise in her eyebrow as she speaks and he smiles lightly.

"Not fully there yet." He admits to her, though he already knows that she knows this. Just like they both know they're avoiding the main reason he called her. He lets his arm fall and slumps with his shoulder against the wall, breathing through his nose when nausea overcomes him.

"I figured, you wouldn't call me if you were…unless you were planning on staying down there…" The question is there even though she spoke it as a statement, he nods lazily at that.

"Only until we can get rid of the hunters."

"Stiles…" She whispers to him and he completely blocks out the tone of her voice.

"There are more coming, I…is it our fault?" There's a pause and he knows she's wondering if that could be true. He knows they're all thinking it, trying to come to terms with the fact that these could and most likely are the hunters from New York. He swallows back the nausea before the phone collides with the floor and he dashes to the sink.

"Stiles!" He hears lightly before the door crashes open behind him as he doubles over the sink. Brett frowns at his husband, his heart thudding in his chest as he watches the man he loves get sick, his mind wanders. Scott bends down and lifts the phone, handing it to Aleysha who smiles lightly at him before telling Jordan what was going on.

"Stiles," Brett whispers when Stiles is finished and just panting with closed eyes. He hooks one finger on his lover's cheek and pushes his face. "Stiles, look at me." Stiles opens his eyes and leans into the touch. Brett searches his eyes and Stiles looks down.

"I'm fine, I just didn't feel good." Stiles tells him and Brett sighs. Stiles looks up to his husband. "I don't feel the same as I did the last time I promise you, I'm getting better…" Brett raised a brow. "I think."

"That's what I'm scared of, you don't know for sure. Just…I don't know what to do." Stiles smiled and rolled his eyes.

"Stop acting like I'm dying would be a good start. So…dinner?"

Dinner was loud with the two packs spread out on the front lawn and porch, talking about everything from relationships to villains to favorites. Stiles called Jordan back while making dinner with Aleysha and Lydia, who kept up a very interesting conversation, telling the woman in New York that everything was fine. Aleysha and Lydia eyed him wearily but he waved it off as he talked about plans. By the time dinner was finished Derek's pack left with plans of meeting up tomorrow.

By the time Stiles awakes in the morning and comes down stairs, Karen and Dominic are doing the dishes while David puts them away, Stiles rolls his eyes and crosses his arms.

"Alright, I'll bite…what exactly is going on with you all?" He raises his brows. "And don't try to lie to me, I may not have superhuman hearing but I can spot odd behavior out of the lot of you from miles away. Dominic never does the dishes and Jefferson's clothes are still clean."

"I'm not FOUR!" Jefferson yells from the other room where Stiles hears Aleysha snicker a retort, which gets a laugh out of Telisa and Stiles sighs but ignores it, they are not his kids.

"Am I gonna have to single everyone out?"

"Nothing is going on, you're overreacting." Dominic tells him and Stiles raises a brow. There are a lot of things he'd believe from them but him…overreact…..okay maybe he does sometimes but not right now. There is something going on and he will go to every beta until one breaks and if none do he'll break Brett, he's done it before he can do it again. He sets a look on Dom when the man turns around, Dom stares back before wiping around. "Don't do the face."

"He's doing the face?" Karen asks, causing Aleysha to poke her head in and smile at Stiles who just looks at her.

"Yeah, he's doing the face." She confirms before creeping out slowly with a pat to Stiles' cheek.

"Stiles, we're not up to anything." David says as he puts away some plates, avoiding his Alpha's mate who looks to him. The sound of the faucet is the only noise, with a clink of dishes here and there before Brett enters and looks to his husband and points a finger at him.

"You are doing the face, c'mon, what do you say we go on a date? Anywhere you want, since you know the place better than I do." Stiles narrows his eyes at the blond playing innocent before sighing. He follows Brett towards the living room to head upstairs, talking.

"Alright, there's a cute resteraunt close to the outskirts that I kind of miss, we can go there and you can tell me why your betas are doing the dishes and…is Andre doing the laundry?" The boy in questions freezes and drops the bag, stepping in front of it.

"No? Yes? Is that a trick question?" Jefferson asks, tilting his head to look at the brunette.

"No, Jeff." Aleysha mumbles, looking to her friends. "You have nasty clothes that will stink if we don't wash them, we played longest piece of grass."

"I don't think that's what it's called." Jeff tells her. "Not the point, got it." He ducks his head and Brett leads Stiles up the stairs.

"Look, babe, they're just doing stuff, they aren't used to it here yet." When they're dressed and ready to leave Brett holds Stiles hand and the two walk with goodbyes and a still skeptic Stiles in tow. "Now, where is this place?" Stiles snatches the keys with a kiss and a smirk.

"I'll drive and you can be surprised." Brett smiles to his lover before sliding into the passenger seat,glancing towards the window to see eyes peeking out and Aleysha throws up a thumb while Telisa mouths good luck. They really know how to ease his worries.

The restaurant is small but romantic and comfy, it's different than the ones they frequented in New York. It's filled with mainly couples but there are a few kids in groups, which Brett can't tell if they're group dates or punks. The conversations starts off light and with laughter, teasing each other and hearing a few nameless people greet Stiles and ask how he's doing. As the night dies down and they order desert, sitting in the booth alone, Brett knew he had to talk about what the betas had discussed, especially after a text from Aleysha.

"Stiles, there's uh…actually something we should probably talk about before we head back home to meet with the pack." Stiles laughs and shakes his head.

"Yeah, I know, they didn't object when you asked me on a date, no one even whined about it. So unless you're going to tell me we need to get a divorce, I don't think I really care. We're not…you aren't saying that are you because I know you love me." Brett raises his brows and lets out a breath.

"No, that'll never happen. We work perfectly and I do love you, more than anything." Stiles aw's and takes a sip of his drink.

"I love you too. Now, what is it? I know it's not Jordan, is it your family?" He tilts his head and his eyes go wide. "Did something happen? Is everyone okay?"

"Jesus, stop guessing, babe. No, the betas have talked a lot during the past few days and…well they really want to stay."

"And we are. We're staying."

"No, permanently. I think one of ours has got a crush on one of theirs." Stiles narrows his eyes, running through the list of betas in his head. "That's not the point. They want to rent out the house in New York and if it works for a few years they want to sell it. Karen and David are looking at houses down here so we can have our respectable homes like apartments in New York." Stiles doesn't say anything just stares at his boyfriend. "But uh…and here's the reason why they've been all crazy like."

"Here ya go boys, enjoy your night." The waitress puts down the desert and the check, Brett smiles to her and thanks her before looking back to his husband who's still just staring at him, almost like Brett told him he adopted a puppy and then ran it over. Brett swallows and sighs.

"Two of the betas have talked and we all feel the anger and unresolved issues between you and…" That's anger, that's definitely anger. There's a part of Brett's mind yelling at him to back out and shup up, that his pack is not worth the dog house but then there's a part of him that knows if they do go back to New York and Stiles goes with all these thoughts, without even the chance to yell at the other Alpha, Stiles mightn't go back to being the same Stiles he knew and loved. "Derek that they want you to discuss and try to kill for your own good."

"My own good?" Stiles whispers and frowns at the desert in between them. "Huh?" He licks his lip and looks to Brett. "What would you all like me to discuss babe?" Brett at looks the table, he hates that stupid grass game, Aleysha totally cheated. "Live here, as in forever? And talk to Derek?" Stiles moves his jaw and frowns. "Okay." Brett looks up at the softened voice, shocked.

"Okay?" What just happened? Brett listens to the brown-eyed man's heart as the man speaks.

"Yeah, okay, today when we see them. I'll talk to Derek. So who has a crush on who?" Stiles smiles and digs his fork into the food. Brett licks his lips and almost laughs before sending a text to his second. 'Went surprisingly well, he's in to'.

"I can't tell you that."

"What? They're mine too!" Stiles cries out with a laugh, Brett didn't even want to be in his lovers mind right now. After dinner, they were meeting up with the pack and Brett feared what was going to happen. When Aleysha and Scott concocted the plan to get the two to talk Brett had been against it so bad he had to rethink his 'don't hit my best friends' policy. So the two decided to get every beta in on it and even then Brett didn't want Stiles to talk to Derek about the weather let alone anything else, that was until Karen momed him.

"Don't you realize how great of an opportunity this is?" She had said. "This may be the only chance Stiles has to finally find closure, and he deserves it. He deserves a chance to better understand it. Plus we all know, in every moment, Stiles will chose you. He's your husband and that's never going to change." Brett had looked at her almost doubting her words. "Stiles will never love anyone the way he loves you. Does he still love Derek? Maybe, probably, but you always love your first love. He loves Derek as a loved lost, he loves you as forever. He wants your family and no one and nothing can change that. If we didn't, if your family didn't, if this whole life he has didn't stop him than nothing will. You have to at least let him know you're okay with him talking to Derek, one of the others can tell him if you're too scared."

And she had him trapped, he had no choice but to talk to Stiles, who took it way too well. Brett let it slide as he talked to his lover the same way as before. He trusted Stiles with his whole heart, with his life and he didn't know which was more important. He can't help but see truth in the words Karen spoke, especially in the way Stiles is smiling at him now, Stiles wasn't going anywhere and neither was Brett.

AN: Or ARE THEY? Yeah, yeah, think on that. And oh my god, Stiles and Derek, together alone, what's gonna happen? Well, I already know but do you? This took forever, I had no idea how to get the two together, at first I used Issac and then I made Derek a tool so I settled for making the entire pack in on it. And who likes who? And is Stiles truly okay(because a lot of people think he's not)? And where is Jordan(I read the votes right, people wanna see her)? For those of you who wanted to see Jordan in this chapter, it's not her time, if it ever will be at this rate. 20 chapters? Holy crap, that's insane, is it too many?

There's so many unanswered questions. Enjoy the chapter.