Tommy very quietly approached the Hale house, blowing pipe and darts in his belt. He couldn't alert Derek to his presence too quickly.
The back door was unlocked. He was in luck. Someone had been careless. Now he wouldn't have to pick the lock.
He slipped into a room that appeared to be the kitchen. This place was surprisingly clean for a bunch of mutts.
He was surprised by the nice furniture and up to date electronics. Where was Derek Hale? Was he upstairs?
Tommy tiptoed up them very slowly. He thought Derek was in the house. Boy was he in for a surprise.
The door to what appeared to be the master bedroom was wide open. Derek was probably having a nap. That would make things easy.
No one in here either. No matter what room he checked, no one was in the house. Derek had probably gone away. He would just hide somewhere and wait for him to come back.
Tommy hadn't counted on Derek not being home. He was a little hungry. Should he just wait here and raid the Hale kitchen? No way, he didn't want to eat anything that those brute beasts might have touched.
Tommy was greedy, but he wasn't that greedy. He still detested werewolves. It had been pounded into his simple brain pretty hard not to take anything from those beasts.
He'd have to go back to base and tell his mother Derek wasn't home. She wouldn't like that at all.
ooOoo
Derek approached the table with his tray. He hadn't eaten school food in literally years. Most of the gang was already there. Stiles, Stefan, Isaac, and Erica.
Scott's pack was still in the lunch line.
"We don't have any classes together in the morning," Stiles complained as Derek took the seat next to him.
"Well my old teachers all think its quite a sight seeing me here again," Derek growled at him. "This was a bad idea Stiles."
"Relax," his mate told him. "They can't argue with the Vice Principal."
"I agree with Derek," Stefan smirked a little. "This was a pretty tacky plan bro."
"At least its a plan," he whispered. "Am I the alpha of this pack or not?"
"Alright," Derek said with a shrug. "You're the alpha."
"I'm not in your pack," Stefan pointed out.
Stiles laughed a little in spite of himself. His twin had a snarky sense of humor sometimes like he did. He liked that.
Scott, Jackson, and Danny were heading for their table. They pretty well had a full house now. They always borrowed chairs from other tables to squeeze everybody in.
Allison and Lydia were both missing, and that was immediately apparent.
"Lydia didn't show up today," Jackson was the first to say.
"Yeah I noticed," Stiles said in a low voice. "Wonder where she is? Can you believe I got that asshole Harris for homeroom?"
They actually did him the kindness of sympathetic looks. Scott looked a little more sympathetic than the rest. He'd seen Mr. Harris in action. He knew what an asshole toward Stiles the chemistry teacher was.
"I have him too," Danny pointed out.
"Yeah," Stiles nodded. "But we all know he's never treated any of you nearly as bad as he does me."
Derek stabbed at the mystery meat on his plate, looking at it distastefully.
"What is this slop?" he scowled, holding it up for examination.
"Probably jail food," Stiles said seriously. "They probably cut the lunch budget again. Believe me I've seen what jail food looks like."
Jackson groaned and pushed his tray back. He hadn't sank that low yet.
"I'm gonna go buy a pop," he said. "Anyone else need one?"
They all took him up on his offer and skipped out on the jailhouse special.
ooOoo
Lydia woke up from her nap feeling violently sick. She sprinted to the bathroom, her stomach churning, watching vomit hit the toilet water.
What could be causing this? She hadn't been sick earlier. She heaved and had to get back over the toilet bowl quickly.
ooOoo
At least the Berns had put them up in a nice room. Sure it had bars on the windows, and the door was always kept locked, but it had a small bathroom with a shower in it.
They still didn't understand why Tanya was doing this. Chris got now that the Berns wanted Derek. They'd consider it some great feat to slay the descendent of the Beast of Gevaudan.
Something still didn't add up here. Derek Hale wasn't exactly considered a prize in the hunters' world. It was known that he was a fairly mediocre werewolf, even as an alpha.
Still the Hale name meant something. The Argents had become one of the most revered hunter families by slaying the beast and generations of his children.
They'd never been able to slay Adam Hale, Derek's father, who had been a very strong alpha. Adam would have made a worthy trophy for any hunter family. A fire was an unfitting death for such an outstanding creature.
Even Chris sometimes wondered that to himself. How had a great werewolf like Adam met his death by a fire? He'd been caught off guard. Hunters knew well that even werewolves can be caught off their guard.
Thinking back to his childhood, Chris still found it hard to believe that the Hales could have been destroyed so utterly. Only Derek was left of a family that had commanded the fear of even the hunters for a generation.
The Hales under Adam had been a fearsome force to behold. One might call them a millitary unit with the alpha as the head.
Other alphas would never have dared try to come against Derek's father. He had been too powerful. The Hale family had its branches back then. The cousins who were alphas under Adam.
His sister, ever the cunning hunter and leader, had wiped it all out in just a single night. All of the Hales dead, except Derek.
Chris knew Kate had loved Derek, but she hadn't spared him on purpose. She had loved and hated him. The hate had been much stronger.
Most hunters saw werewolves as disgusting manikins, monsters in human skin. Kate had been no different. Isn't that what Gerard had always taught them? Gerard... his father.
Chris's drive to excell had made him a hunter. He had reservations about killing werewolves, like Allison had. He didn't buy that they were monsters. They were living things, but they were things to be hunted like animals for food.
That's what Chris had once thought. Allison had changed his mind. Seeing her love for Scott. Seeing Derek again that night they'd faced Gerard and the kanima. Derek was almost human with his complicated emotions.
That's why he'd given up being a hunter. It had costed him. Kate was gone. His wife was gone. All that pointless killing, and for what? For glory? For tradition?
The bedroom door creaked open slowly, drawing the attention of both of them. Chris's eyes widened in disbelief. There stood Gerard, smiling smugly at him.
"You don't look happy to see me son," Gerard said.
ooOoo
Stiles got a buzz from his cell phone in seventh period, the one class he did happen to share with Derek.
He pulled it out and looked at the text.
Lydia: Stiles, I need your help, I don't know what's wrong...
He frowned at the screen, thinking about Lydia, suddenly worried she could be hurt. He began typing.
Stiles: What's happening?
Lydia: I feel really bad, like vomiting, and violent pain in my stomach. I did something bad...
He looked at the text with wide eyes. What could she have done bad? His phone buzzed again, and a new text flashed across the screen.
Lydia: I need you to come over. Bring Derek...
Stiles looked at the clock on the wall. Crap, they still had fifteen minutes.
He forwarded the messages to Derek's cell with an attached text.
Stiles: Lydia sent me these. I think she's in trouble. She wants us to come over
He saw Derek pull his cell phone out across the room. His mate looked at the screen and frowned, turning to Stiles with a confused look. Stiles saw him typing something.
Derek: Wonder what she wants?
Stiles: Don't know...
Fifteen minutes couldn't come fast enough.
ooOoo
Derek's Camaro pulled into the Martin driveway. He and Stiles had told the others it would be fine. They didn't all need to flock to Lydia's.
Stiles was really worried. This was a girl he really cared about, and always would. He found himself feeling a little guilty at how he'd just been brushing her off lately.
He and Derek knocked at the front door. Mrs. Martin answered.
"Lydia," she shouted. "Your friends are here."
Lydia's mom looked at Derek strangely.
"I didn't know you were her friend."
"Mrs. Martin please," Stiles said. "This isn't the time."
"Alright Stiles," she replied gently. "I trust you. You two go on up."
Stiles and Derek went up the stairs. Derek wasn't sure how Stiles was feeling, but this felt very wrong to him. Almost like back when Lydia had seen Peter everywhere.
Stiles stopped at her bedroom door and knocked.
"Lydia?"
"Stiles," she called out weakly.
Oh crap. That didn't sound good. Stiles opened her bedroom door and rushed in. She was lying back against her mattress breathing heavily. Her legs were open and she was losing a lot of blood.
"Derek what's wrong with her!?" he shouted in panic.
"You have to try to heal her Stiles," he growled, feeling nervous himself.
Stiles climbed onto her bed. Lydia's face was a sickly white and she was sweating terribly.
"You trust me?" he asked her quickly.
Lydia gasped weakly and managed a nod.
"Help me," she rasped.
Stiles placed his hand over her vagina, against her panties, willing his brain not to go the wrong place here. He willed the pain to go into him. Black veins swelled up his arm. Lydia's breathing began to even out.
Gods, what had happened to her?
"I feel a little better," she told him in a whisper, managing a smile. "You're here."
"Course I'm here. I'll always be here."
She laughed a little, feeling the love in her heart swell at his words. How perfect he was, if only he wasn't with Derek.
"Stiles I did something terrible," she whispered, still weak. "Please don't hate me. I was jealous of you and Derek. I wanted you for myself. I went into your house today, and I... I stole your underwear."
"Stole my underwear?" he asked, unable to repress a snort.
"No listen," she went on. "I wanted to get pregnant with your baby."
His eyes widened at her in shock and disbelief. She'd what?
Derek scowled and his eyes narrowed. He wasn't at all amused if she meant what he was thinking she did.
"Lydia you're crazy," Stiles told her, face still shocked. "You do not want to get pregnant with my baby. You've ignored me since Kindergarten."
"I know," she whispered. "I did though. I injected myself with your sperm."
Derek's stomach felt like it just hit the floor. He was going to be sick. She actually had. She probably didn't even have any real clue of what was actually going on.
"Stiles let me take it from here," Derek growled, cutting into their conversation. "Lydia you're carrying a werewolf baby. Werewolf pregnancies are accelerated sometimes. Your body is reacting by speeding things up. That was very foolish, what you did."
"A werewolf," she whispered, eyes widening with fear.
"You're lucky you're not dead," Derek spat at her. "Humans don't carry werewolf pups. Let me fill you on something else you didn't know. That wasn't Stiles' semen you got yourself pregnant with. It was mine. I borrowed his underwear."
"Yours," she exclaimed, lips trembling. "I'm p-pregnant with yours... "
"Foolish girl," Derek snapped at her.
"Derek she didn't know any better," Stiles said quietly.
"It doesn't matter," he went on in a rage. "That was underhanded what she did. She doesn't care about our love. She thought her stupid action could tear us apart."
Lydia hated to hear it, but it was true.
"He's right," she sobbed a little. "It was stupid, and selfish, but I couldn't stop myself Stiles. I couldn't stop myself from loving you."
Stiles felt conflicted and torn at her words. She loved him, after all these years. Really loved him. He wasn't just a consolation prize after Jackson.
"Lydia listen to me," he said heavily. "I love you too, but I love Derek. He's my mate. You can't do things like this. Lydia this is decietful, its selfish, and its wrong."
"I know," Lydia sobbed.
"Do you!?" Stiles shot at her. "Because I never thought you of all people could ever hurt me. You were my bright and shining angel Lydia, and you did hurt me... "
He felt like his heart had just broken. He'd always looked up to her, saw her as so much better than other people. Now she did this. It wasn't Derek's fault she was pregnant.
"What are we gonna do?" he asked Derek sadly. "I love you."
"I know," Derek told him. "I love you. Look at me Stiles. This doesn't change anything. Its still you. I want us to raise this baby."
Stiles' eyes brightened slightly, his mouth falling open.
"I want that too," he whispered. "I never would have imagined it, but raising a child with you... "
"The child or her won't live Stiles," Derek told him. "Not unless you give her the bite. I hope she's not immune still. I hope I'm right. If you don't give her the bite the baby will kill her."
Stiles felt conflict all over again. Give the bite to Lydia?
"Lydia is that what you want?" he asked quietly, not looking at her. "Do you want the bite?"
Lydia really didn't want it, but she didn't want to die either. It was Derek that surprised her.
"Lydia please," he said, voice broken and sad. "I don't want my baby to die. I want my child to live."
She looked at him. Neither of them had ever seen Derek this broken up about anything.
"Stiles I want it," she said in a low voice. "I want the bite."
Stiles sighed. He didn't know if it would ever be harder to give it to anyone. He grabbed her arm, the arm of his angel, his Lydia. The skin was so delicate.
He felt a hunger, letting his wolf feed on it, his fangs elongating. Her skin, calling him, tempting him. Stiles gave into the wolf, snarling, clamping into her flesh.
ooOoo
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