Chapter Twenty-Six: Finding Him
Ricky didn't understand how Derek was so in control at the loss of Stiles, he'd been able to contain himself but the beta wanted to scream and shout and demand that the world at large return their omega to them. He wanted to cry to the heavens at the unfairness that Stiles would be taken so soon after they started this fight against the injustice that so many omegas had lived with and died for. He hoped that Stiles wouldn't be taken from them before they had a chance to live out the rest of their lives together.
"Gari," Derek whispered but the beta heard it easily. "I need you to calm down because we're close and I need you in control for whatever we find."
Ricky nodded in jerky motions before they put on a bit more speed and Ricky watched as the small cabin came into view. Derek pushed forward and he took a flying leap at the heavy wooden door and it slammed inwards. Ricky caught the alpha as he fell backwards and they both caught sight of the scene they saw before them.
Stiles was unconscious, god Ricky prayed that he was just unconscious, on the bed. His clothes were in tatters around him and Varack, that fucking alpha was leaning over Stiles as he laid his disgusting hands on their seemingly small mate. Ricky growled as his teeth lengthened and the claws came out of his finger tips while Derek did the same, barely containing the wolf at the prospect of their omega being hurt. Ricky and Derek moved around as Varack turned towards them and growled as he moved away from Stiles. He kept his eye on Stiles as Derek rumbled, the sound deep in his chest. The alpha was very angry and Ricky knew that he was going to watch Derek kill the other man and he was pretty much okay with that. Derek had every werewolf law on his side, Varack attacked their mate and he deserved to die horribly for it. When Varack moved off the bed, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he tried to face off with both Derek and Ricky then he thought better of it and lunged for Stiles' still form. Ricky growled and slammed into the side of the man as Derek grabbed Varack by the shoulders and they both used all of their strength to slam the other alpha on the ground. Ricky felt the rise of anger take over, turning his eyes bright blue and bringing his claws out to swipe at the other man. Derek was right there over his shoulder but Ricky wouldn't let the alpha in to give a few swipes. The pain of possibly losing Stiles rushed through his veins and there was nothing but the desperate need to kill…kill…kill this man.
He delivered another full strength blow to the side of Varack's head and in the silence that followed the sickening crunch of shattering bone there was a weak little whimper that filled the room. Ricky paused in his assault and looked over to find Derek staring down at the bed as well. The beta stumbled away from Varack and pressed his side against the bed and found Stiles shifting around as he awoke, shivering as though his body was realizing before his brain did that he was feeling cold air on his skin. Ricky pulled quickly as the long button up shirt he was wearing over his t-shirt (Stiles fault Ricky started dressing that way) and wrapped it tightly around Stiles chest and waist and it barely covered his privates. Stiles' eyes opened finally; on a moan that Ricky had never heard but seriously did not want to hear it any time soon. He pressed a hand to the side of Stiles' cheek as Derek gripped one of his hands gently even as he kept glancing at Varack who was still knocked out; undoubtedly healing from the beating Ricky just gave him.
"Stiles?" Ricky called out quietly even as he pressed another hand into the side of Derek's thigh to give the alpha something other than the overwhelming need for destruction. He sent as much love through the bond between them but it was tinged with as much anger and fear in Garrick so he didn't know if he was really doing any good or possibly more harm.
"Ricky? Derek? You're here?" he whispered, wincing, as even that was apparently too loud for him.
"Right here with you little man," Ricky returned, pressing his fingers into the side of Stiles' hand and started pulling the pain away from him. Ricky was shocked at the deep well of pain inside his mate, he was just barely touching the surface and apparently Stiles wasn't healing, a common problem when alphas hurt other wolves. Ricky was ready to turn back to beating Varack's head into the ground when Stiles' whispered into his mind.
'Call my father, report Varack. Do not kill him, please. I won't see you hurt by this Ricky.' Ricky shook his head as he continued to suck away the pain; amazed that through the pain Stiles was clearly still capable of being the bossiest omega in the history of werewolf culture.
"Why should I Stiles?" Ricky whispered warmly even as those light brown eyes tried so hard to focus on him but it seemed like it was too much.
'Please call my dad.'
Ricky turned to see Derek was on the phone while he was grabbing a long cord of rope to tie up Varack so Ricky returned his focus to leeching the pain from Stiles' body and just allowing him to lay still and stay as warm as he could. He was so immersed in Stiles that the Sheriff arrived quickly, crossing the room to Stiles' other side and touching his son's shoulder gently. Ricky watched as the father of his mate clearly was attempting to contain the grief at seeing Stiles hurt but also the desperate need that they all shared; to destroy the alpha who was being lifted none to gently from the ground and carted out of the small cabin. Then Stiles as wrapped in blankets and pulled gently onto a stretcher. Ricky refused to let go of Stiles' hand and both he and Derek were allowed into the small recreational vehicle that they brought into the woods. Derek pressed in close on one side of Stiles, pulling away at his pain, leaving the dark veins on his arms while Ricky took a break but spent the entire time murmuring loving words into Stiles' ear and hair while pressing kisses any where he could without hurting Stiles.
It wasn't until Stiles was being taken away and Dr. Deaton was called in as Stiles' personal physician that Ricky started shaking, he couldn't stop the adrenaline from leaking out of his body only to leave the scary idea that Stiles had been hurt while he and Derek had been in class and work.
Derek pulled Ricky into his hard and warm chest, holding Ricky close and scenting him gently, "I know Ricky but he's going to be okay. Did you hear the bossy on him?" Derek asked with a smile.
Ricky nodded, "Seriously its like he doesn't know what an omega is."
"That's his mother and father's influence," Derek murmured as he pressed a kiss into the side of Ricky's head then the Sheriff walked up to them and the two mates separated and Derek immediately tugged their omega's father into his arms and gave the older alpha a quick and obviously appreciated hug then John reached out and tugged Ricky close so they were all hugging and gripping on each other tightly.
"He's going to be okay," John said as he pulled away. "Deaton said he has bruises and maybe a broken rib, several bumps and scratches and he wasn't raped."
Ricky and Derek both sighed in relief at that knowledge before all three sat down in the uncomfortable visitor's lounge to wait for more news, after a moment one of the women at the nurses station asked for Stiles information so Derek, as the alpha, filled out all the pertinent information with John's help since they hadn't really gotten to the point of knowing everything about the official parts of their lives. Then they were left to wait.
Now that the pressure was off and Stiles was out of the hands of Varack, Derek was having a hard time keeping a lid on his wolf. Ricky watched as he went from sitting to standing then to pacing and he was clearly having trouble keeping his shift partial. Though Beacon Hills was a werewolf protection preserve, it was still not a good idea for an alpha to be shifting in the hospital so Ricky stood and pressed himself into Derek's line of sight forcing him to either stop or run over the beta.
"Der, I need you to calm down okay?" Ricky asked, keeping his eyes downcast and his neck arched so Derek would see and sense his submission despite the fact that he was asking him to do anything. Derek took a couple deep breaths and reached out, putting his hand on the side of Ricky's neck and the tense leaked out of him a little at a time. It wasn't immediate so Ricky just stayed still, not touching the alpha in anyway while Derek fought the change and the need to find Stiles and protect him.
"I would have watched you kill him," Derek whispered, words slightly slurred from his lengthened teeth. Ricky said nothing until he felt the rest of the wolf finally release its hold on Derek.
"Its probably better that I didn't since I am not an official mate on any books, if you killed him fine but I would at least be facing a sentencing and a tribunal. I can't imagine having the strength to care more about me in the face of what was happening to him."
Derek gripped the side of Ricky's neck a little tighter though it remained very comforting and loving for the beta as he spoke, "We're going to change things, I promise."
Ricky smiled and leaned in to his alpha, pressing his nose into the side of the slightly larger and taller man's neck and just stayed there to keep himself and Derek calm for the time it would take for someone to come find them. Luckily for the hospital someone finally did and it wasn't just the doctor but Stiles himself in a wheelchair being pushed by a lovely lady with dark curly hair who gave Derek and the Sheriff an interesting look that Ricky wanted to ask about.
"Stiles!" Derek shouted, making several others in the waiting room jump in surprise. Ricky gave them all a shrug as if to say 'mates, what you gonna do?' before they both walked over quickly and pressed in close and gently to Stiles. The omega lifted his hands and pressed them into first Ricky's cheek and then Derek's as well.
"You were there to save me," it wasn't a question and neither wolf treated it as such.
"We'll always be here for you little man," Derek said as he pressed a gentle kiss into the base of Stiles' palm he looked to the doctor who was standing there as well. "So?"
"Well, your mate Stiles does have a broken rib to which he is sure happened with the abuser tossed him against a wall. That is the worst of his injuries, incurring only cuts and bruises that will heal quickly with rest and gentle care. Will he be returning home with you then Mr….?"
"Hale, Derek Hale. Stiles and I mated, and Garrick Oseric also needs to be on file as Stiles other mate."
Ricky's head snapped up at that, not thinking Derek was going to worry about that right now and he noticed the doctor was staring at him in confusion as well as a few of the other wolves in the waiting area but strangely not the dark haired nurse who was sticking close to Stiles even after her job was essentially done.
"Mr. Hale, no one wolf has ever had two mates," the doctor returned.
"That's not true," Stiles whispered hoarsely as he reached up and tugged at the side of his shirt to bare one mark then the other to which Stiles whispered lovingly, "This is Ricky's mark and this is Derek's mark both of which I received during my first Heat when they both Claimed me as their omega."
The doctor nudged Ricky out of the way and the beta growled low in his throat making the older beta shy away to the side of Stiles and pressed into the skin around the bites and Stiles' skin immediately went rosy and he started panting, a normal reaction to someone pressing into a mating bite as it was a sensory reminder of what they meant to each other and the moment when the bite occurred would have been replayed in Stiles' mind. The doctor made a noise of confusion and interest and wrote down both names on his chart. "There is no way to dispute the Mark of a Claim and Stilinski has two indeed."
As Stiles was shifting his shirt back into place, Ricky noticed the healing bite right over Stiles' collarbone and he reached out and slid his hands across the surface of it only to find a slight waft of Varack's scent, "Are you kidding me? He bit you too, screw this I am going to kill him!" Ricky shouted as he started to pull away from Stiles as the anger in him rose to a frightening degree in the short span of a second.
Stiles kept a grip on Ricky's hand and the beta found he couldn't walk away even as Derek leaned down and checked the bite as well which was healing nicely and wouldn't leave a mark unlike the bite of a mate. Ricky still wanted to find Varack and finish the job but with Derek's hand on his shoulder and Stiles' hand around his wrist he was pleasantly stuck where he stood. He finally allowed their touch and presence to wash away the anger a little at a time while Stiles was signed out and they were headed towards the door with the black haired nurse still pushing at the wheelchair.
Ricky stared at her in confusion, "We can return the wheelchair."
Derek chuckled, "She's not keeping an eye on the wheelchair Gari but Stiles, this is Melissa McCall Scott's mother and one of the few women that Stiles has allowed into his life after his mom."
Ricky nodded in sudden understanding of why he felt like he could know her. "Hello, Garrick Oseric the beta in this relationship," he said and they waved at each other.
"I know of your name, Scott calls me once a week or so to keep me apprised of what my boys are doing at that college and so your name has been coming up since the second week of school, most of the time Scott is whining how he's losing his friend to the relationship you have though he has nothing to complain about since I know how much time he spends with Allison."
Ricky snorted at that, he was sure the woman was getting a slightly skewed version of events especially since Scott had spent the first month and a half of their relationship not speaking to Stiles. Ricky knew how much the other alpha had hurt his omega and though Stiles was clearly capable of great forgiveness, sometimes Ricky still struggled with the relationship between Scott and Stiles.
"He's my best friend Ricky and he does stupid things but I won't stop being his friend for that," Stiles whispered though with wolf hearing it wasn't even hard to catch the words.
"I know little man, I just don't ever want you to be hurt," Ricky replied.
"And I would never want Stiles to be hurt by Scott since this little man is just as much my son as Scott it but Stiles is right, sometimes Scott does and says stupid things." Melissa said and they all smiled because they were all imperfect and capable of stupid things, Ricky had called and reported Stiles to the security before he truly knew what it was that they had and Stiles had barely shouted at him so maybe he wasn't the one to cast stones, unless that person was going to support what Varack did then all bets were going to be off for good.
Then Ricky saw the alpha, bound at the wrists and surrounded by several wolves from John's office. Ricky could see where he did damage to the alpha because he was wavering and his head was bound against the wounds on his head. There were bandages across his stomach and chest, barely concealed by his hospital gown and Ricky couldn't help feeling twin emotions of pride that he did that to the creature that dared to touch Stiles and the desperate need to finish the job.
Stiles' gentle grip on his hand and Derek's hand along the side of his neck was the only thing that kept him moving forward and away from the beast. Ricky had never known himself to be so capable of violence and it was equally pleasing to his wolf and disturbing to the man but he would do anything to protect Stiles and that was agreeable to both man and wolf.