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Another chapter!
*Mentions off a slight panic attack and a little violence.
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Stiles is nervous, hell, nervous isn't even the proper word, but he can't delay anymore. He needs to talk to his father about everything that is happening to him. He needs to know if his father knew anything about the magical world, about his mom.
Derek and Harry are with him when they enter the house. He knows that his father is at home. He only didn't tell him what will be happening tonight.
''Dad!?'' Stiles shouts when he enters the kitchen and doesn't see his dad.
''Here, son!'' Comes the reply from the living room. Stiles walks off to get his dad while Harry and Derek get seated in the kitchen.
When the Sheriff enters the kitchen, he is immediately suspicious.
''What is going on?'' Dad asks.
''Dad, I-I need to tell you a couple of things.'' Stiles stammers out.
''Are you okay?'' His dad asks with a worried look.
''Yes, yes, I'm fine. I just figured some things out the last couple of months. And I need to tell you about it.'' Stiles says softly. He looks back at Derek and Harry and feels comfort and reassurances send through the bond. He smiles in thanks at them both before shouldering on.
''Well, don't hold me in suspense, son. You're killing me here.''
''Okay, okay, so, I don't know how much you already know, but mom was a witch, and I'm a wizard.'' He rushes out before looking at his dad to see his reaction.
His dad has paled and rubs his hand over his mouth.
''I had hoped you would be like me.'' His dad says with tears in his eyes. It hurts Stiles more than he had thought. Derek lets out a soft whine from Stiles' distress, and Harry grabs his hand for comfort.
''Why? Why didn't you want me to be a wizard? Why didn't you tell me anything about it?'' Stiles says with a shaking voice.
His dad lets out a big sigh before talking. He seems to have aged ten years within the last couple of minutes. Guilt fills Stiles, but he tries to tamper it down. This is who he is.
''Your mother hated the magical world when her family kicked her out of the house because she fell in love with me. She even wanted to get rid of her own magic. She even succeeded, but-but it made her sick. That's why she died, Stiles. That's why nobody could find out what was wrong with her. She died because she refused her magic, making her core sick.''
A sob escaped Stiles's mouth and made his eyes water. He hadn't known. He thought it was just a new disease that had killed his mother. He still remembers how she yelled at him at the end, how she told him he was a monster. If she had known that Stiles had magic, it would make more sense to yell this at him. But it hurt so much. She hated who she was, and she hated Stiles for being the same.
''She-she hated me because I was magic?'' Stiles croaks out with tears streaming down his face. He feels Derek and Harry move closer to him. Harry is still holding his hand, and he feels that Derek wants to comfort him through touch but is holding back. He can use all the comfort now, so he doesn't even think about it when he grabs Derek's hand with his free one.
He keeps his eyes locked on the table, waiting until his father talks. He was expecting another blow.
''No! No! Stiles, she didn't hate you! She couldn't hate you!'' His father says, completely shocked by what his son is saying.
''Just before she died, she yelled at me that I was a monster. So I'm going to doubt your response.'' Stiles whispered, but his dad heard it nonetheless. He gasps, and Stiles sees that he starts crying.
''Why didn't you ever tell me? You know that she was saying a lot of stuff that didn't make sense. That's why the doctors thought the disease was something like dementia. She didn't know what she was saying, Stiles! You know that she loved you, she loved you so, so much. If you had told me, I would have told you that years ago.'' His dad said brokenly.
''You just said yourself that you hoped that I was like you. So you must hate the magic too!'' Stiles screams. He just can't control his anger at this moment. He knows now that his mother hated him because he has magic. It makes his insides burn with pain and twist with anger.
''No! I don't hate it! I thought it was wonderful when I heard about it first. But your mother was broken about what her family had done to her, and I loved your mother so much. I wanted to do anything to make her happy, so we stopped talking about magic, and we ignored the 'accidents' you had when you were younger. But I never hated it. It was a part of your mother, and it's a part of you! And I love you so goddamm much, kiddo. I could never hate anything about you!'' His dad yells back while crying. Stiles is shaking with sobs.
''Stiles, he isn't lying. I can hear it.'' Derek says softly while looking at Stiles intently. It was the thing Stiles desperately needed to hear. To hear that this was his dad, that his dad was telling the truth. He launches himself from his chair to his dad and envelops him in a big hug. His dad is hugging him back just as hard. He doesn't know for how long they stay standing there, but the only audience they have are Derek and Harry, and he can feel the emotions through their pack bond, and it's not awkwardness.
When they finally let each other go, they both wipe their eyes and chuckle before his dad sobers.
''I'm sorry that I didn't make myself clear before and that I wasn't there for you when-when your mother died.'' His dad whispers.
Stiles flinches. He was alone with his mother when she died, but in the months after, it almost seemed like he also had lost his dad too. He was more drunk on the couch or dropping him off at the McCall's house than taking care of Stiles.
''But I'm here now, and I will do anything for you, Stiles. I'm sorry you had to go through this alone. Or well, if I'm taking this in correctly, not entirely alone.'' His father says with a pointed look at Derek and Harry.
''Harry is a wizard too. He is helping me learning magic. I didn't know that I was magic until a couple of weeks ago,'' Stiles says with a small smile, feeling relief flood him that his father is there for him.
''So you've known since Harry is in Beacon Hills? But you just told me that you were figuring things out the last couple of months.'' His dad says with a sharp look.
And really, bless his dad. His sharp mind is something to be afraid of.
''I don't know how much you know about the magical world, but there are more things than just wizards and witches,'' Stiles says carefully before turning to Derek with a nod. His dad also looks at Derek, and Derek shifts his face into his beta shift.
''Derek is a werewolf. Just like Scott, and now Isaac Lahey, and Erica Reyes. We are in the same pack. Derek is the Alpha.'' Stiles calmly explains.
His dad's eyes are wide with shock, and he is gaping at Derek until he changes his face back to human.
''I didn't know anything about werewolves.'' He replies, still looking at Derek with shock, making the older teen shift on his chair.
''Now you do, and all those things that have happened the past year, with Peter Hale? Well, let's just say that it has been a long school year already.'' Stiles says while scratching his neck awkwardly.
He then starts explaining everything that happened the past year since Scott was bitten. Derek chiming in when necessary, which isn't a lot.
''Okay, this explains so much.'' His dad finally says with a wary look. He then looks down at the three teens.
''And you're all in a pack?'' They all nod, and the Sheriff nods with them.
''So, how come that you suddenly felt the need to discuss this with me?'' The Sheriff asks.
''Well, I've found out about wizards, and apparently, all of mom's relatives are dead. I'm the last one of the house of Gajos. I wanted to do the inheritance test to find out more about them.'' When his dad looks at him in alarm, he rushes on.
''I know that they were bigots, and I know that they weren't good people, but maybe it can help me with my magic. I just want to learn more about mom's side of the family.'' Stiles says with a pleading look, and his dad seems to relax.
''I won't stop you, son. Especially not because I know how important your mother is to you.''
''Thank you,'' Stiles says thickly before wrapping his father in another hug.
They start talking about what Stiles has learned the last couple of weeks since he knows Harry, and he shows his dad his wand proudly. His father is enraptured with the stories about magic and seems to radiate proudness.
Stiles feels flustered but pleased, it shows that his father meant everything he told Stiles, and maybe, Stiles can finally let go of the grief he had been holding on to with thinking that his mother found him a monster.
Stiles jingles his keys when he walks into the shop. His jeep is up in the air, and the mechanic is looking under it.
He groans because he already suspects that this is going to cost more than he can afford.
''Dude! I just needed a check-up!'' He says while throwing his hands up in the air.
''Well, it seems like you need a lot more. It probably will cost you about 1200 dollars in parts and hours.''
''What?! No, no, that's not possible!''
''Who is the mechanic again?'' The guy deadpans with a 'bitch-don't-try-me-look. Stiles rolls his eyes and takes a deep breath.
''How long is it going to take?''
''Just about another hour.''
''Fine. I'll wait back there, silently seething in anger.'' He mutters while stomping to the waiting room.
When he touches the doorknob, his hand comes back all slimy. He gags.
''Dude, seriously, clean once a while.'' He mutters while wiping his hands on his hoodie.
He starts fumbling with his phone. He just wants to send a message to Harry when his hands begin to tingle. He can't use his thumbs, and his phone clatters to the floor. His hands are going numb, and he stares incredulously. He can't use them anymore. What the hell?
He looks back into the shop and freezes when he sees the creature he saw in Scott's memories sneaking up to the mechanic.
''Hey! Hey!'' He starts to yell, trying to get the mechanic's attention, but he obviously doesn't hear him. Stiles tries to run towards him but crumbles to the floor, unable to move his legs.
He hears groaning but can't see what is happening. He wiggles towards his fallen phone and can look through the door. He sees the mechanic lying on the floor. It seems like he is unable to move. Stiles sees his jeep descending with the bridge it was standing on.
He quickly tries to call with his half-paralyzed hand. His contacts are still open on Harry's name, and he quickly presses the call button. He hears the mechanic call for help, and he feels so useless that he can't help the man.
The phone keeps ringing, but after only two rings, Harry picks up. Thank god.
''Stiles?''
The mechanic is calling for help again in the background before Stiles even can answer.
''Stiles! Where are you!?'' Harry cries out.
''The creature it's in the auto repair shop. I-I can't move my limbs.'' Stiles croaks out, his voice thick with emotion.
''We're coming to you! We will be there before you know it!'' Harry yells over the phone.
Stiles then hears a pounding and gasps when he sees the creature hanging in front of him. The creature starts to hiss, and Stiles is panicking. What if he is next?
''Stiles!'' He hears Harry shout, and the creature is gone when Stiles's blinks. He is still breathing harshly and then finds himself engulfed in Derek's strong arms. His breathing isn't slowing down, especially not when he sees the blood coming from beneath his jeep. They were too late. The mechanic died, and Stiles couldn't do anything to stop it.
Harry is now in front of him, and he seems to be talking, but Harry doesn't understand what he is saying. It all sounds like he is underwater. His mind provides him with the useful hint that he has a panic attack.
Stiles still can't move his arms or legs, not even his toes or fingers. Is this permanent?
''-iles! Stiles! Listen to me, come on! Breathe in, yes, just like that, and breathe out. Come on!'' Harry says before he takes Stiles's hand and places it on his own chest.
''Breath with me,'' Harry commands before taking a deep breath and letting it out again. Stiles feels a similar motion behind him. Derek is mimicking Harry's breathing to calm Stiles down.
He feels better just by knowing that they got him. Harry and Derek will help him. His breathing is calming down rapidly now with just those thoughts.
''Okay, that was awful.'' He says with a trembling voice when he finally is calm enough to speak.
''What happened?'' Harry asks softly.
Stiles explains as much as he can, but he doesn't know how he was paralyzed, and he doesn't know why the creature didn't kill him.
''When I looked into its eyes, I-I just felt something you know. Like when you see a friend in a Halloween mask and look into their eyes that you know who it is?''
''Does this mean that you know who it is?'' Derek asks.
''No, but I think the creature knows me.'' He mumbles with a grimace.
Stiles then lets out a surprised gasp when he can feel his leg again, he tells this to Harry and Derek, and they agree that they need to call the police now Stiles is starting to move again.
Stiles is being checked out by an ambulance, and his father takes his statement. He explains what really happens and comes up with a lie with his father. His father looks pained about hearing what really happened but after pulling Stiles into a comforting hug lets him go with Harry and Derek, who had gone back home to get the Camaro to pick Stiles up.
Stiles is silent for the ride back, exhausted and still pained with what happened. He doesn't even notice that they aren't going back to his own house but rather towards the Potter house. When they stop at the house, he is quickly brought out of his thoughts and frowns.
''Why are we here?''
''We are going to have a pack night. You need one.'' Derek says simply before stepping out of the car. Stiles frowns again but follows him out of the car.
When he steps into the living room, it's full of people. Erica, Isaac, and Scott are bickering over which pizza they want to order. Hermione and Lydia are talking softly together, squeezed in a love seat, almost snuggling together. Harry is enlarging the couch and producing blankets while Allison is draping them in an efficient manner to build a blanket fort.
Stiles is taking it all in with a lump in his throat. This is his pack, and it feels right to call it that. Derek places a hand on his shoulder to shake him out of his musings and steers him to the middle of all the people. Then he sits down next to Stiles, and Harry quickly takes the spot on his other side. The rest of the pack clamber together, and everybody is touching each other, and Stiles could burst with joy to see his friends like this.
It doesn't take long for Stiles to fall asleep in between Harry and Derek. And when he wakes up in the morning, he doesn't even feel awkward when he finds out that his head is on Derek's shoulder and the arm draped over his middle is Harry's.
Harry hums in contentment when he pulls back from kissing Stiles. Stiles's cheeks have colored a beautiful red shade, and Harry needs to hold himself back from not checking out how far the blush is spreading over Stiles's body.
''How long will you be in Indonesia?'' Stiles pouts, his arms still around Harry's waist.
''Just one day max, I'm taking you out to dinner tomorrow, after the game,'' Harry replies with a small smile.
''You better,'' Stiles mumbles before kissing Harry again.
''Awhhh! You're so cute!'' Erica screams from the porch making Stiles turn around in annoyance.
''We are not cute! We are hot!'' He yells back resolutely.
''Sure you are, Batman!''
''Shut up, Catwoman!''
The friendship that bloomed between Erica and Stiles is a sight to behold. They taunt each other and jibe, but all in good fun. They both love comics which is the reason they call each other Batman and Catwoman. Harry is not jealous. Not at all.
Maybe a little. He didn't grow up with comics, so he doesn't know what they are talking about half the time. But Derek doesn't understand either most of the time, so that is a little soothing for Harry's ego. Stiles bounces to Derek when he comes out of the house with a small duffle bag.
''Derek, be careful, okay?'' Stiles asks softly before pulling the Alpha in a quick hug. Derek is still getting used to touching people again. Harry understands how difficult it is. It had taken years with Hermione's hugs to feel comfortable again just casually touching people, but with a full pack of werewolves, you don't really have another choice.
Derek luckily seems to be adapting fast and hugs Stiles back for a moment until they both pull back.
Derek, Hermione, and Harry are going on this quick trip to throw off the press. So they won't come looking in America, and so they can see that Harry isn't together with Hermione.
To let the world see that he fully supports werewolves is also a plus. He knows how difficult it has been with Remus to even find a job in the wizarding world. Harry knows that the American werewolves are different, but still. If he shows his support as the boy-who-lived, blergh , it will hopefully come a long way.
Harry holds out the vase he has turned into a Portkey, and Derek eyes it warily.
''Relax, Derek. Just jump when you feel the ground.'' Harry says with a smirk. Derek still eyes it warily, but he puts his hand on the vase. They wave to the pack, and just before they are shipped off to Indonesia, Harry speaks again.
''Oh, and don't puke!'' He gets a glare from Derek, but he cackles with laughter. The familiar hook behind the navel is felt, and then he jumps when he feels the ground. He smirks when he is still standing. He looks around and sees Derek is standing with a hand on Hermione's elbow. He seems a little pale but alright.
''How can you be still standing? The first five times, I fell on my arse.'' Harry grumbles.
''Good genes,'' Derek simply says with a smirk. Harry rolls his eyes but still smiles.
''Okay, so where we need to go to the biggest wizarding market, we just have to be seen there, Derek, Harry, act in love!'' Hermione orders with a grin.
Harry nervously holds out his hand to Derek, who takes it carefully before they start to walk to the market Hermione was talking about.
Hermione keeps enthusiastically talking to them about everything she sees in the market and what she has read about it. Harry is watching her with a fond smile, while Derek just seems amused.
When Derek suddenly leans in close to Harry's ear, and Harry feels himself getting hot.
''There are pictures taken, three o'clock,'' Derek whispers. Harry suppresses a shiver, barely. Then he turns and gives Derek a peck on the cheek and looks at him with a smile, Derek smiles back, and holy shit, Harry wasn't expecting that kind of smile. It almost seems like the whole market is lit up with Derek's smile. Harry even hears the camera's flash nearby, and he blushes before ducking his head.
He doesn't let go of Derek's hand, and when Derek pulls his hand to his face and gives him a soft kiss on his knuckles, he almost swoons.
''Harry Potter! Harry Potter! Please tell us about your new love life!'' A reporter yells at him. He doesn't want to answer and pulls Derek the other way.
Before they get far, they are blocked by three large men. Harry almost thinks that they are Death Eaters, here to get payback at Harry for destroying Voldemort, but then their eyes glow. Two sets of electric blue and one red set of eyes are glaring at them. Harry hears someone whimper behind him, and he sees a young woman looking with horror at the wolves. When he looks around, he sees more and more people gathering and watching with fear.
Derek lets out a low growl, and Harry sees that Hermione has her wand in her hand. At the moment, he is at an advantage. He doesn't need a wand.
''Wolf, you have no business here. Take your wizards and leave.'' The other Alpha sneers. Harry is glad that Derek has such great control because other than his eyes, nothing is shifted. No claw or fang in sight.
''Gentlemen, we shall leave after we have finished our shopping. No reason to get volatile.'' Hermione replies smoothly with a small smile.
''We aren't speaking to you, witch!'' One of the betas snarls, and he lunges at Hermione. Harry knows that she could have stopped him, but Derek moves like lightning and is already slamming the beta down on the floor while roaring in his face. The beta immediately shows his neck and whimpers in fright. Derek slowly stands and glares at the other beta and the Alpha.
''Keep your betas under control. Alpha.'' Derek sneers.
''Don't tell me what to do!'' The other Alpha snarls, but it's clear that he is a little shaken by the power of Derek's roar.
Derek growls threateningly, and the Alpha doesn't stand down. He attacks Derek and almost gets a hit in, but Derek moves quickly and swiftly. He swipes his claws over the Alpha's chest, making him slow down before he kicks the Alpha down. The fight didn't even last ten seconds, and Harry is seriously impressed.
Derek leans over the Alpha and roars again. He struggles but quickly resigns and submits to Derek. Harry has the stupid urge to applaud.
''Who are you?'' The Alpha whimpers on the floor.
''Alpha Derek Hale.''
''Hale?'' The Alpha squeaks. Both his betas are slowly backing away from the Alpha. Clear that they don't stand a chance against Derek. Derek just nods in acknowledgment.
''Now get lost. You're done terrorizing this market.'' Derek steps back, and the Alpha scrabbles up and runs out of the market as if the hounds of hell are on his heels.
It's silent for a moment until the whole market breaks out in cheers and clapping. Harry and Hermione quickly join with proud smiles for their Alpha. Derek bashfully ducks his head. Not used to this kind of attention.
Some people walk towards them and thank Derek for getting rid of the Alpha and his betas. Then the same reporter from earlier is now yelling over the market while snapping pictures.
''Harry! Harry! Give your hot Alpha boyfriend a kiss for us!''
Harry groans and turns to glare at the reporter, but he can't find the one that was yelling. But to Harry's dismay, it has set off the rest of the market. Everybody is now screaming; Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!
''Sorry people, but I don't do that in public!'' He says with a smirk, hoping that they will stop and leave him alone.
''Awh! Harry! Don't be like that!''
Harry bristles when everybody starts chanting again. This wasn't the plan. Yes, they agreed to hold some hands and kisses on the cheek, but Harry feels that he can't get away with that right now. He just wants to apparate away. Be gone from this side of the world and go back home to Stiles and the pack.
''Harry, we should go.'' Hermione hisses.
''I know, but do you see a way out of here?'' Harry replies with wide eyes when he can't apparate, and they are surrounded.
He then feels a hand on his shoulder that is turning him around, he looks into Derek's eyes, and he looks soft. Derek leans in to whisper in his ear.
''We will explain it to Stiles together, alright?'' Derek says before leaning back to see Harry's reaction.
Harry nods dumbly, his mouth is suddenly dry, and he swallows a couple of times.
''Can I?'' He asks to be sure. Derek seems to appreciate it and nods before leaning in.
His kiss with Derek is not so much different than the kiss with Stiles. But where Stiles is always eager to kiss and just a little sloppy, Derek is calm and has a lot more experience. Harry is confused when he doesn't mind both. He gets lost for a moment in the kiss until he hears people 'awww' around him. He pulls back a little sheepishly before grabbing Derek's hand and following Hermione out of the market.
They will be back a lot faster than expected, but with the show they just have put on, he doesn't think there will be any trouble for a while.
When they are back at the Portkey point, he lets go of Derek's hand. Feeling a little lost when he does so.
He squares his shoulders, and they Portkey back to the house. It was just for show. Right?
They don't talk to Stiles right away, but Harry did call him to tell him what happened, without telling him about the kiss.
''I know I said that I would take you to dinner tomorrow after the game, but I need to talk to you, so is it okay if I cook for you at home?''
He knows that Hermione will be with Lydia, and Isaac will be with Erica. They are going to Boyd. The other teen Derek wants to bite and add to the pack. Scott would be on a date with Allison, and Derek also will be at the house. They decided that they would tell Stiles together what had happened.
''If you're going to cook for little ol' me, count me in! What do you wanna talk about?'' Stiles then asks. Making Harry cringe.
''Nothing bad, I just want to tell you something and want to do it in person.'' Harry knows he sounds a little shifty, but he can't help it. He can't blurt out what happened.
''Oh, okay, then I will see you tomorrow. You are coming to watch the game, right?''
''Yes, I will be in the stands, just like Hermione, Derek, Erica, and Lydia. We will cheer you on.''
''Don't know how much you can cheer me on if I'm on the bench, but okay! I will see you then! Bye!''
''Good night, Stiles,''
Harry then throws himself on his bed and screams in his pillow. He doesn't know why he is so frustrated. Well, he does know. It has all to do with kissing the hot Alpha. He really likes Stiles, but he really likes Derek too. He only didn't know how much until they kissed. How can he possibly explain that to Stiles? Or Derek? As far as Harry knows, Derek isn't gay or bi.
He groans into his pillow until he hears a soft knock on his door. He already knows with the help of the pack bonds that it's Hermione.
''Come in. Join the pity party I'm throwing myself.'' Harry grumbles.
The bed dips next to him, and Hermione starts scratching his head.
''I really love it when you do that. But it makes me feel like Crookshanks.'' Harry murmurs, already melting into Hermione's administrations.
''Mmhh, I know, I loved that cat. Too bad he wanted to stay at Hogwarts.''
''You can always get another cat.'' Harry simply replies.
She tugs a little harshly at his hair, making him let out a little yelp.
''You don't just get another cat, Harry. Or should we talk about how you should just get another owl?''
He feels a pang of grief when he thinks back at Hedwig, and he immediately understands why Hermione wouldn't just get another cat.
''Sorry, I was insensitive.''
''Nothing I'm not used to.'' Hermione taunts.
''Hey! I don't have the emotional range of a teaspoon!'' He says indignantly.
''Nah, you have at least a tablespoon worth of emotions.'' She teases.
''More of an ocean at the moment.'' He says with a sigh, and he relaxes back onto the mattress while Hermione keeps combing through his hair.
''Want to talk about it?'' Hermione asks softly.
''Cast a muffiliato.'' Harry simply replies, the codeword for yes I want to talk, but I don't want to be overheard.
Hermione obliges, and Harry starts talking.
''I just feel bad for what I've done, but on the other hand, I don't, not at all. Am I the worst boyfriend alive? Because I feel like shit at the moment.'' He says with a sigh.
''You're not, and Stiles will understand,''
''How can you be sure? We just started this a couple of weeks ago. We have kissed, but that's it. What if he thinks that I don't want him anymore? And Derek, I don't even know what Derek would want. I don't even know if he is attracted to guys, and why am I worried about that at all?'' Harry says, frustrated.
''Harry, Stiles will understand when you explain it properly. Trust me.'' Hermione says with a smile.
''You know I trust you, but how can you be sure?'' He asks in a desperate voice.
''You know that I'm the brightest witch of our age. How dare you doubt me?'' She teases before firing a quick tickle hex at him, making him gasp in surprise and retaliate. They relax after a couple of minutes and are lying on the bed, simply staring at the ceiling. He can feel himself drifting to sleep next to Hermione.
It has happened a lot since they were on the run together. Just being close to each other helps to keep the nightmares at bay. He doesn't care that they sleep in the same bed, and he knows Hermione thinks the same. Sometimes he wishes that his love life was just as simple and fall in love with his best friend, but he knows that will never happen. He just loves her like a sister, and she feels the same.
''Love you, Mione,'' He says sleepily.
''You too,'' She mumbles back before they both drift off to sleep.
Stiles groans when he feels that his shoulder is a little bruised. It really isn't that bad, but he likes to be dramatic. Maybe he gets an extra kiss from Harry if he plays it right.
The game is not over yet, but he was already sent to the showers because of the hit he got on his shoulder. He didn't mind. He really didn't like to shower with the rest of the team. That he was actually on the field was a surprise, but being on the field for about ten minutes is not that much of an accomplishment.
Just when he is finished showering, he hears a crash. He turns around but doesn't see anything. He frowns when he hears another crash.
He walks out of the locker room and hears another sound coming from the pool. He quickly walks that way and looks through the windows if he sees anything. Nothing to see through the doors. So he opens the doors to look in.
''Hello? Someone there?'' He yells, but there is no answer. He shrugs and wants to turn around when he crashes against a hard chest.
''Jezus! Warn a guy when you sneak up on him!''
''Stiles, if you sneak up on somebody, you don't want them to hear you. Announcing yourself is like the opposite you want to do.'' Derek says with a smirk.
Then he frowns and looks beyond Stiles.
''What are you doing here?'' He asks curiously.
''I heard something, just I want to check it out,'' Stiles says, and he steps back in the room with the pool.
''You really think it's smart to check something out by yourself?'' Derek says with a glare. And rude. Stiles doesn't deserve a glare!
''Dude, what was I supposed to do, call you?''
''Yes! I'm your Alpha, remember!''
Stiles cringes because, yeah, now it sounds all logical when Derek says it like that.
They hear another crash, and it's a lot closer now they are in the room. Derek tries to push Stiles behind him while he is inspecting the room further.
''Can you smell anything?''
''No, too much chlorine.'' Derek muses. They walk a little further into the room until they hear the door close with a snap.
''Okay, maybe we should go.'' Stiles quickly says before he turns around again and sees the snake-like lizard creature standing behind Derek.
''Derek! Watch-'' It's already too late. The tail of the creature swishes through the air and cuts into Derek's neck. He gasps and turns around, stumbling back, losing his balance a little until Stiles catches him. The creature slithers on a wall, hissing all the way.
Stiles hauls Derek up when he loses all use of his limbs. The creature has done the same to Derek as he did with the mechanic at the shop. Stiles swallows back bile and pulls his phone out of his pocket.
He wants to call Harry or Scott, but Scott is no use at this moment if he is still on the pitch. So he tries to call Harry, but before he can do that, the creature is in front of him. His phone clatters out of his hand, and he stumbles back with Derek. Falling into the pool.
He comes up with a gasp and sees that Derek is sinking. Of fucking course, the Alpha is paralyzed. Shit! He quickly swims down to haul Derek above water again. They both gasp for breath, and Stiles is treading water to keep them both above water.
''Do you see it?'' Stiles asks.
''No, but I can still hear it.''
Stiles then sees the creature move in the corner of his eye. It's stalking around the pool, watching them with killer intent.
''We need to get help,'' Stiles says, but he doesn't know how.
The creature seems to be afraid of water, deduces Stiles, it doesn't come near it and keeps hissing at the water. It also keeps watching Stiles and Derek.
Stiles doesn't know how long they have been in the pool now, but he knows that Harry will be looking for them. They had talked about talking and dinner at Harry's home. So he should be looking for them right now probably.
''Where was Harry when you found me?'' Stiles asks curiously, he is getting tired of treading water, but Harry should find them soon.
''He was leaving with Hermione. They were going to bring Isaac and Erica to Boyd. Then he would drop Hermione of at Lydia before he would come back for us.''
''With the Camaro?''
''Yes, why?''
''Harry's doesn't have a license,'' Stiles says with amusement.
''Your kidding, right? Stiles?!''
''I'm not kidding, but wait, the creature is now all the way over there. If I'm fast, I can get my phone and call him so he can come back for us.''
''Stiles! No! It's too dangerous.''
''You're just afraid that I will let you drown.''
''No, of course not, I trust you.''
Stiles's heart does a flip at that confession, but he really doesn't want to look at that any further right now.
''Derek, take a deep breath.''
''No! Stiles!'' Derek tries to protest, but Stiles was already letting him go. Stiles swims as quickly as he can to the side of the pool with his phone, the creature advances, but Stiles is a couple of seconds quicker. He is breathing harshly and quickly calls Harry's phone.
''Hey! Where are you? I'm waiting in the parking lot.''
''Harry! Come to the pool! Now!'' Stiles screams into the phone before dropping it and diving down for Derek. He sees that Derek's eyes are closed, shit! How long was he down without breath?
Stiles grabs Derek's face and places his lips on Derek's to give him some air. He sees Derek's eyes open in shock before he nods one time to let Stiles know he is okay for now. Stiles hauls them both up to the surface.
They both come up gasping for air. The door bursts open, and in comes the reinforcement.
''Stiles! Derek! Are you okay?!" Harry yells in the silence.
''Watch out! The creature is around here. He paralyzed Derek!''
Harry starts hissing something Stiles can't understand, but he can hear the creature hissing back.
Then a loud crash of glass, and the creature is gone. Stiles has been in the pool for an hour with a deadweight werewolf, and just when Harry walks in hissing at the creature, the creature flees! The bitch.
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