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Forfeit

26 – Cupid's Arrow

It's been unbelievably quiet in Beacon Hills for a month, that's my excuse for letting down my guard.

I'm dressed up to have a nice home cooked meal with Peter for Valentines, Derek was going to awkwardly hover in the background and chaperone us, I'm not sure what's going on with him and dad but they've been talking and I think they may be doing manly bonding, dad keeps hugging him and telling him it wasn't his fault.

It means I've been worrying about dad having a sexual identity crisis and discovering Derek is his mate. I've spoken to Peter about it online, but then AzureWolf went offline, and ten seconds later Derek had called me asking me why Peter was laying on the floor howling with laughter.

At least I made him laugh, and it put my mind at ease, though Derek has asked me why Peter makes weird references and keeps saying Derek's a stepfather figure, I fake blankness and change the subject every time.

So that's my excuse for why I've been kidnapped by a rival Lacrosse team, who are breaking with tradition and are taking me now, before I can score the winning goals against them, they are the new favourites to win this year and are pre-empting their defeat by my hands.

My phone is in my pocket so I know Peter can track me with that, even if he couldn't track me by my heartbeat across town, which he totally can because we're mates.

Currently my half-witted captors are arguing about what to do with me now they've got me. Oh and some of their girlfriends have phoned up and dumped them for being crappy dates on Valentines.

I have to say this beats getting quills in my ass.

I'd prefer being with Peter and eating a nice meal though. Possibly doing some more research on him too. We've taken to laying out on my bed and lazily researching, I've learnt more on the act of kissing and not dying of asphyxiation while I'm doing it, I've also discovered my ears are sensitive and Peter shamelessly uses that to his advantage, and I may retaliate with that little spot right behind his ear that makes his eyes roll up in his head.

Great, I'm getting hard again.

I hope someone rescues me soon I'm getting hungry.

My captors are still arguing when dad storms the room with the Deputies and the opposing teams chances at the Championship title are nullified by their soon to be juvie records.

It's nice to hear that Derek and Peter were worried when I didn't show up, and how they went looking for me and found my abandoned jeep and called my dad, how Peter gave dad my password so he could track me and now I'm safe again.

And as dad is panicking about me being kidnapped, yet again, I get to go home and have a Deputy hang around outside, at least I'm allowed to have Peter and Derek over for the aborted Valentines diner.

I think the only reason dad is relenting on Peter being there is that there will be two adult males to dissuade people from kidnapping me, again.

Deputy Newman is a very nice older guy who wanted out of the city and came to Beacon Hills for peace and quiet, I think he's come to the wrong place but I don't point out the high body counts, or the numerous wild animal attacks, instead I babble at him about stopping at the Chinese so I can pick up dinner.

He grumbles but grudgingly stops after clearing it with my dad.

Texting Peter and Derek I let them know I'm grabbing food and where and then I queue up and offer to get Newman something, he refuses and stands there, a silent presence next to me as I hum along to the really bad oriental music playing in the background.

Paying for the food I lift the bags and we make our way back to the patrol car that has just had it's tires slashed. Acting on instinct I drop the food and throw myself at Newman, we crash to the ground as an arrow only just misses us.

"What the fuck?" He yells and then he's radioing in for backup, all we have to do is out wait our assailant.

"Dad is never letting me out of his sight at this rate," I mutter and text a new message to Derek and Peter letting them know the situation, my mate is going to be murderous if I'm hurt so I'm relying on Derek to stop him doing anything too stupid.

Oh my god I'm relying on Derek to be sensible and not just charge in, how is this my life?

Crawling to the patrol car we stay hidden and watch as four arrows one after another sail over the top of the car and miss us by miles, I'm suspicious that whoever is doing this is using trick arrows but I can't see anything and then there is a high pitched scream followed by a thump noise and it goes quiet.

Sirens fill the air and I have to sit there for a further ten minutes until the cops secure the area and drag out the arrow shooting manic.

The boy is maybe twelve years old and his arm is broken where he fell from his vantage point, the boy is convinced I'm a werewolf and that werewolves pushed him off of said vantage point.

I leave it to dad to arrange the ambulance for the boy and a psychiatric evaluation. Newman and I have to give statements and I get to be dragged to dad's office where he won't let me out of his sight.

"Forfeit x 2," Peter texts me and I grin, I guess the crazy kid was right, he did get pushed off his vantage point by werewolves.

It takes a few days to find everything out but it turns out the boy is a Hunter who tried to off me as he's determined I'm the Alpha's mate. I'm not sure who was the most offended, me or Derek, by that accusation, Peter was grumpy for a few seconds and then started laughing right in Chris' face over it, "Can you imagine Stiles and Derek together? They'd kill each other, Derek would never communicate to Stiles and Stiles would never shut up."

Ignoring my mate I roll my eyes and pull faces at Derek, who waggles his eyebrows, and we both silently agree that, though we're not interested in each other, we could make it work and the Betas sniggering around us are all wrong.

"So what's happening to the boy?" Derek asks Chris.

"He's going into care for a while, his family are apologetic, I'd offer to foster him and teach him the Code but," he shrugs, "I doubt it will stick, kids today," he sighs sadly.

We all part and go home, Peter volunteers to go with me and I park up around the corner and pounce on him, his arms are ready to catch me and wind around me to hold me close as we kiss and kiss, our tongues tangle and battle for dominance, and then I pull back to nose in behind his ear.

Scrapping my teeth on that spot of his I get to hear him gasp, "Stiles, god, yes," and I bite down gently. He spasms and I smile to myself.

Pulling away from him I drop one more kiss on his mouth, "Forfeits paid," I tell him.

He staggers out of my jeep and I wave to him as I go home where dad fusses around me and hovers, I take it stoically and talk him into watching a game on the TV.

"I'm sorry your Valentines was ruined," he says when the adverts are on.

"It's okay, I'm alive, everyone I love is alive, and next year I'm taking Peter out and we can eat in public," I smile at my dad, "I'm looking forward to cinema dates, and dinner dates, and library dates," dad grimaces at that, "What? Peter's as into reading as I am, and besides I'm on a budget and the library is free."

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