Put your loving hand out, baby

by MBlack93

After the warehouse disaster, Stiles finds himself surrounded by a couple of people he hadn't expected. Like at all. See how Stiles becomes more badass, starts his own pack, and finds love in unexpected places.

4. Chapter 4

There is a little smut in there, but you can easily skip it if it's not your thing!

Enjoy!

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Waking up with a boner has been pretty standard the last couple of months. That's what you get by sleeping with five teenagers in one bed, Jackson ! But now it's a little different because, for one thing, he's cuddled together with Allison, his girlfriend. Yes, they only have been together for about a week and a couple of hours, but it's not like Stiles is counting or anything. Shut up.

He tries to untangle himself from her to take care of his little problem, but his arm is squished under her head. "Ally, Ally, could you let my arm go?" He whispers, not wanting to wake up anyone else because Lydia is a freaking nightmare in the early morning.

"No," Allison slurs while burrowing further in Stiles' embrace, which is fucking adorable to be honest, but at this moment, it's really not helping Stiles' predicament. She wiggles her ass even closer, and Stiles' breath is punched out of him while he tries to hold in a groan. Allison freezes but then rolls her hips on purpose. Stiles hisses and grips her hips for a moment to still her.

Allison turns her head and bites her lip, but Stiles is a coward. Especially if Danny, Jackson, and Lydia are still in bed. He flies out of bed with a completely red face and a lot of flailing until he's standing in the bathroom panting like he ran a marathon. He feels Allison's amusement through the pack bond and almost wants to send a middle finger back to her, but he doesn't know how.

He quickly gets himself together and goes to take a cold shower. When he walks back into the bedroom, he sees Allison grinning at him, and his irritation disappears like snow in the sun.

"Morning," She whispers. Stiles kneels next to the bed, so he's on eye level with her and kisses her nose just because he thinks it's cute. She giggles and gets out of bed to go downstairs with Stiles. The rest of the pack is still asleep, and Stiles's dad is already working.

They work together to get some breakfast, and Stiles loves the domestic feeling of it all. When they both have some coffee and have made breakfast for the rest of the pack, they hear the footsteps of the others. They had decided that they won't go for a run this morning because they would need their strength for the training with Derek's pack later today.

Lydia already seems ready to take on the world, even if it's eight in the morning, and nobody should talk to her before her coffee. Because however put together she looks, she is a grump in the morning. She gets a coffee from Allison and plants a kiss on her cheek in thanks.

"So, should we find another tutor? Because I think she did teach us correctly." Lydia starts while eating her fruit salad. They hadn't talked about everything that had happened with Griselda just yet. But apparently, Lydia was done walking on her eggshells.

Stiles rubs his hand through his hair. He doesn't want to be reminded of Griselda, but she did teach them a lot. Without her, they wouldn't have been able to protect the town like they are doing now. "Yeah, I think she taught us the right things so I would be more powerful so she could steal even more power when she would kill me," Stiles says bitterly, poking his egg with his fork.

Jackson claps him on the back and squeezes his shoulder for a bit of comfort, and he gives the beta a smile in thanks.

"Maybe we need to find someone that can verify it for us?" Lydia proposes.

"Nem could probably do that. He knows almost everything, he should know if we are on the right path, and I hope that he would have told us if we weren't." Stiles reasons and Lydia nods in agreement.

"What about Deaton?" Allison says, but she was frowning while she said it. Stiles immediately jumps on that.

"Don't trust him. If I can delay it that he knows about my magic or about Lydia's powers, I will." Stiles replies with a nasty taste in his mouth. He really doesn't like the vet. It's probably too late because Scott also saw what happened with Griselda.

"Okay, then we won't go to him. There should be more Witches or Mages or anything else that could verify your progress, right?"

"I think there should be, but I have no idea how to find them." Stiles sighs before groaning. "I know one person who would know." He grumbles before looking at Jackson, who is already scrunching up his nose in distaste.

"Peter."

"Jup, we could ask Derek if he knows where the asshole lives. Do-do you want him to know about you and-" Stiles waves his hand in a general direction, and Jackson rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, but I want to tell him myself." Jackson tries to sound like his old snappy self, but Stiles and everyone in the pack can feel how nervous and even a little excited he is.

"Sure, you have the right. He's your family, congratulations. You gained a Sourwolf!" Stiles says that while shooting sparks out of his hands, he writes 'hooray a boy' in the air above the breakfast table, making everybody laugh.

"That's so weird," Jackson murmurs, but he's smiling when he says it. Stiles is glad that Jackson feels at least a little excited to have more family. The whole pack, well, except Danny, understands what it's like to be an only child and have no cousins or something like that.

Lydia proposes to go shopping again. And this time, Stiles holds his ground. "Hell no, I've gotten this summer more clothes than I have had in my whole life! I'm not going shopping again."

"Stiles! You got all buffed up. You needed new clothes!" She argues, Allison is nodding in agreement, as does Danny. Traitors.

"It's still a no, Lyds."

Lydia pouts, but Stiles still doesn't relent, the clothes he has now fit fine, and she knows it, so she gives up. She even picked out what he needs to wear on Monday.

Lydia suddenly perks up again and turns a sly grin towards Stiles.

''We could go and check out Griselda's store. I mean, think about all the magic stuff we could use and is now going to waste there.'' She says while twirling a lock of hair around her finger.

Stiles narrows his eyes at her shit. This-this is a good idea. ''We should check with dad if there are no successors to her will or something. Not that anyone is going to know that she's dead, at least not for a while, without the body, so-''

''So we should totally go?'' Allison says with a smirk. Dimples on display and everything, Stiles turns on a sappy grin for her until Jackson and Danny both snort. He shakes himself forcefully. He will not turn into Scott. No chance in hell.

''Let me call my dad, he could probably check it out, and then we can go Monday after school, deal?''

''Deal!'' Lydia happily exclaims. Now they just need to figure out what they are going to do the rest of the day.

"Why don't we go check on Nem? We didn't come back after the fight with Griselda. He probably would like it to have us there without an evil witch that wants to kill us." Danny proposes with his regular, relaxed persona.

"That's a good idea, and after we can meet Derek's pack at our training ground, Danny, could you find Derek's phone number? He didn't leave it yesterday," Stiles asks, and Danny nods before going back to the bedroom to get his laptop.

It takes Danny about five minutes to find Derek's phone number. Stiles feels proud of him and gives him a quick hug before dialing the Sourwolf.

"Who's this?" Stiles hears a grumpy voice from the other side of the line, and he rolls his eyes. "Morning, Sourwolf, I just wanted to tell you where to meet us later. We have a training ground in the Preserve, don't worry, it isn't on your territory. We will be there around one." Stiles happily chirps into the phone, much to the amusement of his pack.

"Stiles?" Derek asks, confused, and seriously, who else calls Derek Sourwolf?

"I think it's still early for you, but yes, you're speaking with Stiles. Meet us at one at the coordinates. I'll text you, and we can train. Later dude!"

"Don't call me-"

Stiles ends the call with a laugh before Derek can say the rest of the sentence. Allison, Jackson, and Danny go to the bed and bathroom to get ready, and Stiles changes into his workout clothes, the tank top he's wearing shows off part of his tattoo, and he's really freaking proud of it. He is even thinking about a couple more, but he doesn't know what yet. Maybe Lydia can design something else for him.

Allison is dressed in a completely black outfit and looks really badass. Stiles can't help himself and pulls her against his chest before kissing her. Silently he wonders how many weapons she has hidden on herself now and why that turns him on.

"Hey," He says goofily after a moment earning a grin from Allison. "Hi, come here often?" She says sarcastically, making Stiles laugh and kiss her again.

"God, you two are already disgustingly cute together," Lydia grumbles with a sigh.

They don't even bother to respond. Just keep kissing while flipping Lydia off. She scoffs, but Stiles can sense that she's feeling fond. When Danny and Jackson also join them, they leave to the nearest entrance of the Preserve and start running to the Nemeton.

It's just a couple of miles, so nothing like their regular routine, and they have time for a break until they need to meet up with Derek's pack.

Stiles and Lydia both take their time with the Nemeton, you could say that Lydia is their emissary, but because Stiles isn't a regular Alpha, they share the burden. And Danny is faster than the both of them with looking shit up, so everyone has a role in the pack.

Allison, Jackson, and Danny play fight a couple of times and are just chilling in the sun while Lydia and Stiles push their magic in the Nemeton, making it grow even faster.

The Nemeton lets them know that they are trained according to how they need to, even a little ahead of schedule for the regular training people endure, but they haven't been taught everything, so they should keep learning like they both already wanted.

Control baby! Now only finding a new teacher... Stiles really doesn't want to talk to Creeperwolf. But there will be no other choice. He really doesn't trust Deaton.

Before Stiles knows it, they need to leave for the training ground. They have put an obstacle course and targets for shooting practice there. They also have several areas where they can spar.

Lydia had packed them a light lunch to eat a little while walking to the training ground. They're laughing and teasing each other when they reach the clearing with the training ground. Stiles sees something move in the corner of his eye and snaps his fingers to freeze the attacker to the floor before Jackson and Danny even start to growl.

"Hey, Erica," Stiles says with a smirk while the blond wolf pouts at him from her frozen spot. She is still wearing jeans and a leather jacket, not suitable for the training they had planned.

"You're no fun, Batman. How do you expect us to train with you when you freeze us each time?" Erica says with a pout. She is struggling against the spell.

Stiles rolls his eyes and releases Erica from the spell, "you need to surprise me. And you are not going up against me every time. That would be unfair."

"What do you mean?" Isaac asks when he saunters into the clearing. Clearly, Derek's pack is within hearing distance but chooses to try and surprise Stiles's pack. Well, fuck them.

"Wait just a moment," Stiles says while holding up his hand. He is going to use this for a training exercise. "Jacks, Danny, where are Boyd and Derek?"

Both wolves flash their eyes and scent the air. Danny cocks his head to hear something at the eastern border of the clearing. "Boyd is over there, and he will walk into the clearing within three, two, o-," Danny says but smirks when Boyd steps into the clearing.

Isaac and Erica both have surprised expressions on their faces, but Stiles is paying attention to Jackson. Jackson shifts into his beta Kanima form, and Stiles raises a hand to stop Isaac, Erica, and Boyd from attacking. He knows it looks a little creepy, with his face full of scales and his eyes yellow with a slit instead of regular werewolf eyes. But Jackson isn't a threat.

Jackson tastes the air with his tongue and whips his head around to point at the northern border. Jackson transforms back and winks at Derek's betas. "Derek is over there, he tried to hide his smell and heartbeat, but my Kanima form can taste the scents, even hidden ones."

Derek steps into the clearing and slow claps, making Stiles cackle.

"You trained them well,"

"Thank you, I did my best, and they helped me just as much." Stiles preens from the praise feeling extremely proud of his pack.

"Are you going to wear that for training?" Lydia says with a frown aimed at Derek's pack.

"In a fight, you can't change clothes, honey," Erica says with a mean smirk.

"Oh, I know, but this is training. You should be able to move. Otherwise, you stand no chance against us." She says while casually inspecting her fingernails.

"Wanna try your theory?" Erica sneers.

"Sure," Lydia says with a condescending smirk. She walks forward to one of the sparring rings, and when Erica looks a little incredulous at her like she didn't expect Lydia to actually agree. Lydia gets impatient. "Well?" She huffs.

"Lydia, no permanent damage, please," Stiles says casually. She smirks back at him, and he settles at the edge of the ring. When Erica steps in, he erects the wards in the circle, making sure that nobody on the outside can get hurt. Allison sidles up next to him on his left, and he throws an arm around her shoulder. Derek takes place on his right side, and Isaac, Jackson, Danny, and Boyd surround the circle.

"Nice tattoo, Stilinski," Isaac smiles when he walks past him. "Thanks, they help with the magic, and Lydia designed it." Stiles preens with a smirk.

"Nice," Isaac says, sounding seriously impressed. Derek gives Stiles a weird look, but Stiles doesn't pay it too much mind.

"Ready girls? Three - two - one!" Stiles counts down. As soon as he's at one, Erica lunges at Lydia, but Lydia steps aside and kicks out, connecting with Erica's side. Erica stumbles but doesn't fall down. Stiles isn't concerned when Erica attacks again. She jumps and falls straight through Lydia.

"Oh, did I needed to tell you that glamors are my specialty?" Lydia taunts from the other side of the ring, where she now is standing.

Erica actually looks impressed before giving the redhead a feral smirk. "Erica, no blood," Derek growls from Stiles's right. She seriously pouts at Derek before retracting her claws. Stiles rolls his eyes. He thought it was pretty obvious that Lydia can't heal as the wolves can. Erica snarls and attacks again.

Lydia lands a couple of blows, but Erica now also connected. Lydia flinches, and Stiles sees Jackson getting agitated. Stiles sends some reassurance through the bond. Then Lydia spins before channeling a scream at Erica, making her fly out of the protected circle and into a tree nearby.

It wasn't really loud, at least not as loud as it could be, and Stiles is pretty sure that Erica isn't hurt that much, and he does feel a little vindicated. He had a serious migraine after being hit with a car part. The protective circle made sure the others wouldn't get any hearing damage from the scream. So he's pretty sure everything is fine.

Boyd runs towards Erica, but she is already starting to stand. Stiles turns back to Lydia and sees that Jackson is already checking her and taking away her pain.

"So, who's next?" Stiles says while wiggling his eyebrows. Erica is fully standing now, and Stiles sees the bruises on her face melt away. She does flinch a little when a loud noise is heard, but he was right that she was okay.

"Why don't Allison and Isaac try, Danny and Boyd. And I will go with Jackson," Derek proposes. Stiles pouts. He wanted to go! But he settles on doing a couple of reps while waiting until everybody is done. He starts with taking off his shirt, which earns him a wolf whistle from Erica, who is already fully healed from her injury.

"Don't you dare try anything with him, Erica. He's mine!" Allison yells, which earns her a laugh from the rest, especially when Stiles trips and almost faceplants because he was flustered.

''Rawr, you didn't react that way when I tried it with Scott,'' Erica says with a smirk.

''I remember shooting you with an arrow full of Kanima venom, wasn't that enough?'' Allison says with a dark look aimed at Erica. Erica seems to think about it and then nods.

''Fair enough, I will retract my claws from your boy toy.'' She sniffs, and Stiles rolls his eyes at her antics. He makes a kissy face at Allison that has her laughing.

Erica then grins and comes to Stiles to check out what he's doing. He started with a set of sit-ups and is just switching to a plank. Erica strips out of her leather jacket and t-shirt. She is wearing a sports bra, so that's at least something, and starts mimicking Stiles. Stiles thinks at first that she's baiting Allison, but she seems to get into the workout without another comment.

When Stiles looks up, he sees that Lydia is encouraging Jackson, he's still standing against Derek, and Stiles sends a little pride through the bond to him. Boyd and Danny are already done, and Stiles has missed who won, but he will hear it later. Allison and Isaac are still sparring, but Stiles sees that Allison has the upper hand. He changes to sit-ups again before stopping when Isaac is on the floor with Allison on top of him. He really likes how she can take anyone down like that. She is his own Black Widow.

"Jesus, is this normal?" Erica says while panting. Stiles smirks at her before conjuring two bottles of water. He didn't actually make them out of thin air. They stood in the fridge at home. He just 'transported' them to here.

"Pretty much, Allison is ruthless. I only think that Jackson is afraid to use his Kanima side against Derek. He doesn't want to paralyze him for the next twenty minutes." Stiles muses before taking a sip.

"Venom from a Kanima takes two hours to get out of your system, right?" Erica asks with a frown.

"From a full Kanima, yes, but Jackson's a hybrid."

Erica nods in understanding and then cheers when Jackson hits the dirt, and Derek pins him down.

Stiles claps in support before walking over to Jackson. He helps him stand and scent marks him. It calms Jackson down immediately, who, of course, is a little agitated with losing the fight, stupid hurt pride. Stiles is seriously glad that Jackson at least calms down from his Alpha's touch. Lydia soon joins them, and Jackson nods in thanks when he feels in control again.

"What are you doing?" Boyd asks with a frown on his stoic face. Stiles expected already that Derek didn't explain everything to the betas, but simple scent marking, come on!

"They are scent marking," Derek answers before Stiles can open his mouth.

"What does it do?" Erica asks curiously. Stiles looks expectantly at Derek and gives a 'well, come on' hand gesture. Derek rolls his eyes but starts explaining.

"It makes a wolf calm down if someone in your pack does it because you will, or the person you're doing it to will smell more like pack. I-" Derek scowls, clearly hating that he has to explain it when it came probably natural to him since birth before he lost everything. Stiles feels a little sympathy for the guy and almost wants to comment on it, but before he can, Allison speaks.

"Derek wasn't ready for it. You shouldn't blame him for not telling you about it when the last time he did it was with his family," Allison says in a sympathetic voice. Derek looks surprised but smiles at Allison as if she just voiced exactly what was bothering him. Derek then quickly scowls again because he has an image to uphold. Or at least Stiles thinks that that's Derek's reason. It could also be that Derek refuses to be grateful towards Allison.

"Okay, but-could, I mean, is it possible for us to-?" Isaac stutters, but his meaning is clear. Stiles looks at Derek, trying to gauge what he will do.

He sees Derek square his shoulders and walk up to Isaac. He then rubs his hand over Isaac's neck. Isaac tenses for a moment until he feels that Derek isn't threatening him. Isaac then smiles shyly at Derek, and Erica bounds over to get the same treatment, with Boyd following at a more sedate pace. Stiles can see a little tension leave their shoulders, and when he looks at Derek, he laughs because Derek looks almost blissed out.

They take a little break, and after Stiles proposes supernatural hide and seek, a little what they did earlier with Boyd and Derek, but now they will do it with the whole pack. Derek's betas are the ones that are going to find the others. Only Derek, Stiles, and Jackson are staying behind, but that is more so Jackson can talk to Derek.

When he's sure that everyone is out of hearing range, he elbows Jackson in the side. Making him grunt and scowl.

"Derek, Jackson has something to tell you," Stiles says, throwing Jackson to the lions. Jackson scoffs at him in response.

Derek looks a little skeptical and raises his eyebrows. Jackson sighs like it's a hardship to talk and that this isn't something he was excited about. But Stiles can feel his nerves too.

"I found out who my real father is. I was adopted because my mother died while giving birth. I never knew who my father was. But the Nemeton told me. I'm going to be upfront with you. I didn't tell him yet, because I don't know where the fuck the asshole is and because I really think it's a fucking asshole." Jackson snarls a little, Stiles squeezes Jackson's neck a little, and he settles down again.

"Why-" Derek starts, sounding and looking confused, but Jackson interrupts him. "It's Peter Hale." Shutting Derek up before he opens and closes his mouth a couple of times. Stiles can feel Jackson's nerves, and he squeezes Jackson's shoulder.

"As Jackson said, he didn't tell Peter yet that he knows, but Peter is really an asshole if he didn't even try to get in contact after the whole Kanima thing was resolved," Stiles rants.

"Who was your mother? Your real mother?" Derek asks suddenly.

"Her name was Maddie O'Conner," Jackson replies with a frown. Stiles is curious about why it matters.

"Peter doesn't know," Derek says suddenly, making Stiles frown.

"I'm sorry, what now? How can't he know?"

"Because my mother made him break up with Maddie O'Connor, she was human, and she didn't know about werewolves. Peter probably broke up with her before he found out about her pregnancy. Otherwise, he would never have broken up. He loved her, but my mother was ready to kick him out of the pack if he would keep seeing her. Afterwards, he always fought with my mom. I was about four or five or something, but Peter always told me about the love that got away and stuff like that." Derek tells them with a frown.

Jackson seemed surprised, but Stiles was blown away because that was the longest he heard Derek speak in one time. Especially over something as private as his family. Stiles is checking if his jaw is still attached because he thinks it fell down to the ground.

"Shit, that is pretty fucked up, dude. Why did your mother do that? Making him choose between his girlfriend and family sounds pretty harsh."

"She really didn't want humans to find out," Derek replies with a pained look, and yeah, there are a couple of humans that now know about all the shit that goes down in Beacon Hills. Thalia Hale would probably turn in her grave.

"Okay, do you think we should tell Peter? Because to be honest, dude, I still think he's a walking dick."

Jackson rolls his eyes and pushes Stiles a little, "I thought you liked dick."

Stiles laughs heartily. "Yeah, I do, but I do have a girlfriend now." Jackson chuckles in response, and when they look at Derek, Stiles is surprised to see him blush.

When Derek sees him look, he quickly turns away before responding. "You should tell him. He would want to know."

"Jacks, it's up to you," Stiles says simply, giving Jackson his own choice. "I will tell him, but that's because this changes things. We also need to ask him about some contacts of his." Jackson says with a nod and a smile.

"Good puppy!" Stiles says before ruffling Jackson's hair, making him growl at Stiles, but Stiles just chuckles.

"Not a puppy!" Jackson exclaims before trying to lunge at Stiles, but he already saw it coming, and he uses his magic to flip Jackson to the ground. Jackson is up and running at Stiles again and tackles Stiles to the ground, but Stiles and Jackson both know that Stiles let it happen.

Stiles flips around, so he's straddling Jackson, and he wrestles with Jackson's arms before pinning them down with his magic before he starts tickling Jackson's side, making him scream and laugh in frustration.

Stiles relents when both packs return, and Erica exclaims, "that's something I never thought I would see."

Jackson stays on the ground panting while Stiles laughs and stands. Derek is shaking his head like he's too old for this shit, but Stiles thinks he can see a hint of a smile.

"I know, right? Jacks is a total puppy."

"Fuck you, Stilinski," Comes the weak response from the ground, and Stiles just laughs again. Stiles then turns to the others and claps his hands.

"So, who won hide and seek?"

Everyone seems disgruntled except Allison. "Ah, did you already explain to them why they couldn't find you?" Stiles asks with a smile.

"Not yet. It seemed like a good idea to explain it here so Derek could hear it too." Allison responds with a smile.

"Good thinking," Stiles responds before waving his hands dramatically so Allison knows she can speak.

Allison rolls her eyes but starts explaining that she used a couple of hunters' tricks when she is suddenly interrupted by Derek. "Wait-you're willingly giving us information about how hunters work?" He seems genuinely surprised, but Allison just shrugs.

"Well, yes, of course, I would. Everybody should know what to do when they are captured by hunters or how to spot them. I understand that it's hard for you to understand because I am a hunter, but I'm also in this pack. Just try to remember that the only side I'm on is the one where we protect the people who can't protect themselves. I'm part of the Genim pack, and I will do anything for them. Explaining how hunter's work is something we all should know so we can protect ourselves against the ones without a code, like Kate or Gerard." Allison spits out, and Stiles sees the venom she feels for her aunt and grandfather.

"Kate and Gerard are dead," Isaac says in a careful voice. And Stiles's whole pack freezes. Shit.

"Uh, well, the Nemeton had some interesting information about that too," Stiles says a little anxiously while looking at Derek.

Derek looks shocked for a moment before his face closes off. He turns around and runs out of the clearing, disappearing into the Preserve. Stiles groans and puts his face in his hands. That went over smoothly, and they have had this alliance for about a day. Great.

"I suggest we call it a day." Jackson proposes while looking after Derek with a sad expression. Stiles feels sorry for the guy. He probably hoped on something more now Derek knew they were family. Erica, Boyd, and Isaac all nod before running after Derek, at least in the direction Derek disappeared.

"Sorry guys, I should've told him sooner." Stiles sighs, but he can feel that the pack doesn't blame him, they were having fun, and Stiles is just bummed that they need to cut it short.

They go back to their own homes for the night, more to please all their parents. Stiles tries not to feel disappointed, but it's difficult when he lays in bed alone that night. The whole pack isn't happy to be at their own homes, but they had already promised their parents.

Stiles is lying on his bed fiddling with his phone when he gets a text message, he thinks it will be one of the pack, but he's surprised when it's from Derek.

It's an address, and Stiles is pretty sure that it's Peter's.

You 23:44;

Thanks, dude! Sorry for dropping that shit bomb on you today... I promise to tell you if we find them. We have already set out multiple traps and I have an in with law enforcement ;)

Sourwolf 23:50;

Don't call me, dude.

Stiles laughs and tosses his phone away, figures that Derek won't react to any other information overload he sent in the text.

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Stiles and Allison are making out on Stiles's bed, it's the last day before school starts again, and he wants to make the most out of it. Jackson, Lydia went out on a date, and Danny was hanging out with Isaac. His dad is downstairs watching some kind of game, but Stiles didn't really care at the moment because he had a beautiful girl under him, and he was this close to touching a boob for the first time in his life.

Stiles pulls back a little to breathe a little and to focus on not coming in his pants. "What do you wanna do?" He asks Allison breathlessly.

"Don't care, come back here," Allison responds before surging up and claiming Stiles's lips again, and seriously, Stiles' brain melts out of his ears.

He grinds down and does it again when Allison moans in his mouth. "Can I touch you?" Stiles pants against Allison's lips. He's leaning on his knees in between Allison's legs and really wants to touch- everything. His hands hover over Allison's sides, and he feels relieved when she smiles at him. She then sits up, pushing Stiles a little off her before removing her shirt, and holy shit, he may have seen some flashes of Allison's upper body, especially when they are training, but now he can touch it. And it's so soft!

Stiles pushes her back on the mattress softly before removing his own shirt. He then kisses her again before moving to her neck and collarbone. He blames it on the wolves that he loves seeing the hickeys on Allison.

Allison holds onto his head with her hands in his hair, moaning softly, still trying to keep silent because the Sheriff is still downstairs. Stiles doesn't think he's ever been this hard in his life. He strokes her sides before resting a hand on her left boob. She doesn't shake him off, so that's a win! He then squeezes a little, and it's a little weird because it feels like he's squeezing a ball of mozzarella cheese. Which sounds so weird in his head, but it also feels really nice, and if he can believe the noises Allison is making, she likes it.

"Oh God, Stiles," She whispers in between gasps. "Sorry, I have no idea what I'm doing here," Stiles says quickly, afraid that he's doing something wrong.

"Don't apologize. You're doing great," Allison replies with a smile before kissing him again. It helps settle his nerves a little, and he really wants Allison to feel good. He places kisses against her neck again before going down a little. He pulls the bra to the side after checking with Allison if she's okay with that. He then places kisses on her breasts before licking over Allison's nipple. Allison's body jerks as if surprised by the sudden feeling.

"Was that good or-?" Stiles asks self-consciously. "Good! Good, oh God, so good," Allison rambles, and Stiles dives right back in.

After a couple of minutes, his dick seriously starts to hurt in his jeans. He fumbles with his button and zipper before releasing a relieved breath when he's holding his dick in his hand. He knows he's going to come fast, so he pulls his hand away before he comes all over Allison.

He then lowers his hand until his hand is under Allison's skirt and brushes his fingers over her clothed pussy. Her hips move out of their own violation, and he feels that her panties are soaked. "Jesus, Ally, you're going to kill me," Stiles pants out before kissing her again while slowly stroking her through her panties.

Stiles can feel that Allison is shaking beneath him, and he thinks she's on the edge. He pushes her panties to the side and uses his middle finger to drag it through the wetness. He feels where her entrance is, and it's so wet and hot that it sends him right over the edge. He comes without Allison even touching his dick. He moans in her mouth and bucks his hips when he comes down from his orgasm. Then mortification hits him because shit, fuck his life sideways. What a way to be a fucking virgin. He looks down and sees that he has made a mess of her skirt.

"I'm so sorry, oh God, I-I oh fuck." He stutters, but Allison is not making fun of him. She pulls his head down, so they're kissing again. "Don't worry, it doesn't matter," she murmurs against his lips, but Stiles still feels ashamed. He can at least finish what he was starting with her!

"Would you like-" He doesn't finish his sentence, just strokes his hand from her stomach further down, and her eyes sparkle with desire.

"I don't mind if you don't wanna-" She starts, clearly trying to make Stiles feel better, but that's not going to work with him.

"Oh, I wanna," he says before biting his bottom lip. He pushes his now soft dick back in his boxers before asking another question. "Can I lick you?"

She frowns a little at him before responding. "Uh-I've never done that, but if you want-"

"I like to think I'm good with my mouth." He smirks at her with all the confidence he doesn't feel. She nods eagerly and pulls her legs further apart so Stiles can settle in between them. He leaves her skirt on and only pushes her panties to the side. He doesn't really see anything but is pleasantly surprised when Allison moans as soon as he places a kiss on the center. He starts lapping at her juices, and Allison squirms and pants.

He sucks a little on the little bud just above her entrance and pushes his middle finger inside her. It's tight and wet and feels amazing. He can feel his own cock stir but doesn't pay it any mind. Allison is moaning and has trouble lying still. He then starts moving his finger in and out of Allison before pushing another in, still licking and sucking at the bud until Allison screams.

Stiles can feel her convulsing around his fingers, and oh, shit, this is the hottest thing he's ever felt. When the convulsions stop, he raises his head and licks his lips before slowly pulling his fingers out of Allison. She is staring at the ceiling while panting. "Holy shit, that has never happened before." She says weakly, making Stiles feel at least a little better about himself. She looks blissed out and fucked out.

Her hair is wild around her face, and her lips are red and wet from the biting and the kissing. Stiles's eyes zone in on the hickey's before traveling further down her body, her bra is askew, and her skirt is stained white with Stiles's release. She looks beautiful.

Stiles bends down and kisses her softly. She hums and doesn't seem disgusted with where Stiles's mouth just has been. Stiles then helps her with her clothes and gives her a set of sweatpants from himself, so she doesn't have to wear a dirty skirt.

They then cuddle on the bed after cleaning up a little, and when Stiles gets a little agitated, Allison notices it immediately.

"What's wrong, Stiles?"

"You can tell me if I was awful, right? You know that, right? Even if I'm your Alpha and all that shit, I'm still just your boyfriend, so if you didn't like it, or if we went too fast, please tell me. And I can't believe I came that quickly. I feel like a fucking failure." Stiles rambles, spitting out the word vomit he had in his head since they stopped.

Allison seems amused, but she feels how nervous Stiles is. It's so different from the badass Alpha he plays when they are out that she can't help it but find it endearing.

She hovers above him before kissing him, pouring her feelings into the kiss, how perfect it all was, that she didn't mind anything he did and that he was the perfect gentleman with asking for permission with everything he did.

Stiles sighs into the kiss, and the tension leaves his shoulders a bit. ''It was perfect, Stiles. You really wouldn't say that it was your first time with everything you did." She says with a smile. "Except for coming all over you before you even touched me." He says with a sarcastic voice making Allison roll her eyes.

"I'm going to take that as a compliment. You can't tell me otherwise." She says while jutting her chin out.

Stiles tightens his grip on her before murmuring in her ear, "you should. You're amazing."

"You too," She replies sappily with a big smile. The Sheriff decides that moment to call upstairs to ask what they want for dinner, and Allison suddenly looks mortified. After Stiles responded with pizza or something, Allison punches him on the shoulder.

"Ow, what the hell?" Stiles says with a frown, "What if he heard me? I wasn't exactly silent?! Oh my god, I can never face your dad again." Allison moans in her hands while blushing.

Stiles starts to cackle because he's a little shit. Allison does not appreciate or sees the humor and wrestles him until she is straddling him. She glares at him, but he just smirks back at her. He puts his hands on her hips, "Ally, I had put a silent spell on the room. Nothing could be heard outside of it."

Allison punches him one more time on the shoulder before sagging against his chest. "Asshole, why didn't you tell me sooner."

"Because it was pretty hot that you were trying to hold it in," Stiles says with a shrug, earning a pinch on his side.

"Ow, ow, watch the goods," Stiles laughs before kissing her on top of her head again. It doesn't take long for his dad to holler that the pizza is there, and Stiles lets him even have the meat lovers pizza this time because it's the last day of his vacation, and he just wants a nice evening with his father and girlfriend.

Tomorrow school starts again, and he already suspects torture. So one pleasant evening is needed.

---

Stiles jumps out of his jeep with Allison exiting the other side. She immediately goes around the jeep to hold his hand. Jackson, Danny, and Lydia are just arriving and park next to the jeep.

Jackson and Danny greet Stiles with a manly hug while getting some scent marking done without anyone noticing, and Lydia gives him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. They then turn to the entrance of the school to see a lot of people gaping at them.

"Is it me, or are they looking at us?" Stiles frowns.

"They are. I can hear them gossiping. They are wondering when you stole your best friend's girlfriend and when you became hot." Jackson tells him with a smarmy smirk before throwing his arm around Lydia's shoulder.

Stiles groans but squares his shoulders. Just when they walk to the doors, he hears a sports car drive into the lot. He looks back to see Derek's Camaro drive into the lot, with Isaac, Erica, and Boyd exiting the car as soon as it stops. Stiles salutes to Derek, and he smirks before returning the gesture.

The only one missing is Scott, and Stiles feels a pang of loss. He is really worried about his best friend. Both packs walk into the school, but Derek's betas move away to their own classes. Stiles shares most of his classes with his own pack and is really glad. The only one he shares all of his classes with is Lydia. She has the same AP classes as him.

The day moves pretty much as expected, Harris is still a dick, and the rest of the teachers don't give them homework for the first day back. Scott ignores him every class they have together, and Stiles frowns at him. Why is Scott such an asshole? Stiles did nothing wrong, did he? Well.. He is together with Allison. But Scott broke up with her and turned her away when she came to apologize. And he didn't tell Scott about his magic. But how could he when Scott ignored all his texts?

During econ, Coach took one look at him and demanded that he try out for Lacrosse again. He told the man that he was already planning on it. Which made the Coach grin a little manically, but that was nothing new.

During lunch, he sees Scott again, but absolutely not as he expected. Stiles knows he's gaping, but he can't help it, okay! Scott just walked in with a set of handsome twins, looking completely at ease. What the actual fuck?

"What the actual fuck?" Stiles says, making the rest of the pack turn around. Danny starts choking on his juice immediately and doesn't look at the twins or Scott again. "Are you okay, Danny?" Stiles asks with a frown.

Danny shakes his head before pulling out his notepad and a pen, starting scrabbling something quickly before trusting the pad at Stiles.

Those are Alphas from the Alpha pack. The twins I saw with the help of the Nemeton.

Stiles's blood boils. What the actual fuck does Scott think he's doing. He almost wants to march over, but Allison stops him. She also scribbled something on the pad.

They can't know you're Alpha Genim. Not yet.

And damn, she's right, but Scott does know that he's an Alpha. So maybe they already know. Stiles looks up when someone puts their tray next to him. Erica, Isaac, and Boyd are all glaring at the twins and Scott and sit down with Stiles's group.

"Did you already know-"

"Just found out." Stiles quickly responded, not wanting to have this conversation while they could get overheard.

"This explains a lot," Isaac murmurs while biting in an apple. Stiles nods dumbly because it does.

"You already texted him?" Stiles asks Boyd, knowing he will get the hint and won't drop any names.

"Yes." The stoic teen says before continuing eating.

Stiles keeps glancing at the twins and Scott, and something in him screams that it's wrong. But he can't put his finger on it. Scott seems at ease. But Stiles knows Scott since the fucking sandbox. When he looks closely, he sees that Scott's shoulders are a little hunched, and there are a couple of dark shadows under his eyes.

When the twins and Scott leave the cafeteria, Scott doesn't even look at them. "Something is very wrong," Stiles says, and he sees Isaac nod. Stiles supposes that Isaac also got close with Scott since he turned wolfy because of his job at Deaton's.

When it's finally time to go home, Stiles hasn't seen Scott anywhere again. Only the twins, and they smirked at anyone that was a werewolf. It's probably good that they don't know who Stiles is because Stiles is already ready to put them in the ground.

Stiles sees Derek's Camaro in the parking lot, and he knows that the twins are watching, so he just sends a text to Derek to meet them at Stiles's house. Derek is glaring at the twins, but they just smirk back like they are winning something.

Stiles can't help but send a gush of wind to their bikes. They fall to the floor, and the pack snickers because they know it was Stiles who did it. Even Derek seems to be smirking for a moment. The twins are frantically checking if anything is wrong with the bikes and glare at anyone who dares to laugh.

Stiles acts all innocent though, hiding his smirk in Allison's hair before climbing back into the jeep.

Jackson's Porsche is already waiting for them at his house, but he has a key, so he is already inside. When Stiles and Allison clamber out of the jeep, the Camaro comes to a stop. Derek's pack bounds inside, with Derek following on a more sedate pace.

Jackson and Danny descend on Stiles as soon as he's inside and then on Allison, scent-marking them and making annoyed faces at Derek's pack. Stiles chuckles before offering everyone something to drink.

"So, the first alliance pack meeting is a fact. For the Hale pack, we have Alpha Derek Hale, and- uh, sorry dude, who's your right and left hand? And you don't have an emissary, right?" Stiles gets a glare from Derek in response before he responds.

"Erica is my left, and Boyd my right. We don't have an emissary because we don't have any magic users in the pack. If we need healing or spells, we go to Deaton. He was the old emissary of my mom."

"Really? That's - particular." Stiles responds, he thinks that choosing Erica as his left and Boyd as his right is a good choice, but that Deaton was Thalia's emissary is odd. Why didn't he have any wards around their house against the fire or, better yet, to repel hunters? Stiles shakes his head, but one glance at Lydia is enough to know that she also thinks it's suspicious.

"Moving on-" Stiles quickly says before Derek can say anything else, "-for the Genim pack, we have me as the Alpha, Allison as my left hand, and Jackson as my right. Our emissary role is divided between myself and Lydia. Isaac and Danny are the witnesses of this meeting."

Everybody nods in agreement.

Erica raises her hand, and Stiles points at her, feeling amused. "Why are we here? And why with all the official shit?" She snarks. Stiles rolls his eyes.

"Because we needed to talk about what is happening to Scott, he was with the Alpha twins, and I, for one, am very curious about how that happened. The last thing I heard from Melissa was that everything was fine with Scott, but he wouldn't side with the Alphas. So I personally think that someone put a spell on Scott or is controlling him or something. The official shit is necessary for the first 'official' pack meeting, but we can skip it the next time," He says with a wave of his hand.

"I think you're right. How he acted with me the last time we spoke just wasn't like Scott at all, and he ignored you the whole summer. That isn't like him." Allison chimes in.

Isaac raises his hand, too, and Stiles bites back a snarky comment before sighing. "You guys don't have to raise your hand to speak, but Isaac, please share with the group," Stiles says while waving his hands enthusiastically.

"At work, he seems fine. He doesn't talk much, only with Deaton-"

"Deaton? Isaac, quick question, when you told Deaton about what was happening last week when Derek called, did you tell Scott first?"

Isaac blinks a couple of times before nodding. Stiles immediately fires a follow-up question. "How did he react when you told him there was trouble?"

"He didn't react at all, he shrugged,"

"But then you told Deaton, and he told Scott to come with you. How did he act then?"

"He was suddenly focused and eager to help," Isaac says with a frown.

Stiles starts pacing. It doesn't make any sense. Scott doesn't react to Stiles, ends things for good with Allison in a harsh way, doesn't want to help when there is trouble, and now he's with the Alphas? The only connection Stiles has is Deaton. He reacts and listens to Deaton. Maybe Stiles needs to talk to the vet, try and ask if Deaton noticed anything.

Stiles heaves a sigh. "I think I need to talk to Deaton. Maybe he knows what is happening with Scott."

''Possibly, but maybe we need another approach. Deaton isn't going to tell you anything. You already know that.'' Lydia says in a matter-of-fact voice.

Stiles sighs and sits down on the edge of the couch next to Allison. ''Yeah, I know. What do you propose then?''

''Back off. We need to act like it doesn't bother us at all what is happening with Scott, just focus on our own group and alliance. The Alpha's aren't going to accept that. They will hate it that they aren't getting the attention they want.''

''You talk like they are attention-seeking teenage girls,'' Erica says with a frown.

Lydia rolls her eyes at the blonde wolf. ''They are. Alpha's are prideful creatures. They ache for attention-'' ''Hey! I'm not like that!'' Stiles interrupts Lydia with an indignant tone.

''I know, Stiles, you're an exception on that rule-'' Now a growl interrupts her, and Lydia aims a glare at Derek. ''You sure you want to deny it? Because if I remember correctly, you bit three teenagers for power. Cute that you are forming a pack now, but at first, it was just for power.'' Lydia snaps at Derek.

Derek growls and flashes his eyes at Lydia and HA. Stiles isn't having that.

He snaps his fingers, and Derek's growl dies in his chest. ''Yeah, no growling at my pack. Lydia is telling the truth. Even if you're not like that anymore, you can't deny it was like that at first. She is just stating facts.'' Stiles says with a glare aimed at Derek.

They keep glaring at each other for quite some time, and Stiles feels agitation coming from his pack. But he won't back down. It isn't until Allison places a hand between his shoulder plates that he relaxes a little and sits back down.

''Fine,'' Derek growls out finally. Lydia lets out a put-out sigh before talking again. ''Like I was saying before, I was interrupted-'' She glares at Stiles and Derek this time. Both avoid her glare. ''-Alpha's want attention. They are targetting us, that much we know for sure. Even if they don't know exactly who Stiles is, they will target you too, Derek. They probably already know who is in your pack. That's why the twins are at school. They will try to make us react. That's why Scott was with them. I'm almost sure of that.''

''They already attacked us. They tried to take Boyd, Erica, and Isaac on separate occasions. Don't you think that bating them will set them off again? That they will try again taking someone?'' Derek replies.

Lydia deflates a little before perking up again. ''Then it's very good that we're allies now. We couple up, everybody needs to check in every half hour, and we can form stronger bonds while we're protecting each other. We keep training together, and if something is happening in town, we will inform you, or if you know it before us, you will inform us. We are in this together.'' She says firmly, and Stiles can't help himself but beam at her.

Derek's eyebrows rise on his forehead at that. ''So nobody goes alone anywhere, and everybody checks in regularly,'' Boyd repeats before nodding. He then turns to Derek. ''It could work, Alpha. But there is only one fault in that plan.'' Boyd then turns around again to the rest of the pack. Stiles sits back a little. Boyd is a very good right hand. He is calm and collected and has a sharp mind. ''At school, we are already together, but we need to make sure Derek's not alone too.''

''I'm the Alpha. I can take care of myself,'' Derek says, sounding a little petulantly.

Stiles snorts, and Derek turns his glare on Stiles again. ''You can be the Alpha all you want. That doesn't change the fact that you're not stronger than two or three Alpha's combined. You will lose that fight.''

Derek makes a face, but he knows that Stiles is right. ''What do you suggest then? I can't go to school like the rest. I'm a little too old for that.'' Derek snarks and Stiles's smirk turns feral.

''Oh, I have a great idea for that.''

''I don't like the sound of that.''

''You're probably going to hate it,'' Stiles says with glee before pulling out his phone. He dials the number he has remembered from the age of eight and smirks when it's answered.

''Yooo pops! You're still looking for new deputies, right? I think I've found someone that will be perfect.''

When Stiles looks back at Derek, he sees sheer terror on his face, and Stiles can't help but laugh.

---

Setting Derek up to be a deputy was way easier than Stiles thought it would be. Within a week, Derek was signed up for the tests he needs to pass, and Stiles was helping him study for it. Stiles knows a lot about the ins and outs from his dad and a couple of books he read when he was younger and at the station when dad couldn't find a babysitter.

His dad was even a little excited for Derek to join the force. But Stiles thinks it's because he wants to make Derek pay a little, so Derek will probably get a lot of shit tasks the first year of being on the force. And because a lot of his deputies died in the Kanima attack.

Derek actually tries his best to study for the tests and dare Stiles to say it? He seems excited to join. *gasps*

''So you think you're ready for the tests?''

''Stiles, I think I can handle running a few miles and climbing an obstacle course,'' Derek says with a roll of his eyes.

''And how about the theory? Can your wolfy brains figure out how humans treat bad people? Or should we photoshop a couple of mountain lions in pictures, so people still think that's a problem?'' Stiles snarks back.

Derek's lips twitch, and Stiles almost falls off his desk chair. When he looks back at Derek after flailing and not falling (thank you, dear Lord, for small mercies). He sees Derek scowling again.

''I can control myself, I could since I was five.''

''Really? Never had thought that, with the red eyes on display whenever we talk.''

Derek snorts. ''That's because you're an annoying little shit.''

Stiles gasps and clutches his chest.

''I'm hurt, Sourwolf! Me annoying?! Ally, can you believe this?''

Stiles turns to the bed where Allison is reading one of his books, and she looks over the top to smile sweetly at him.

''I can. When I met you, you were really annoying.''

''But I grew on you! Like fungus!'' Stiles declares before frowning, that was actually a pretty bad description, but he's pulled out of his thoughts by a soft chuckle and a giggle.

To see Derek laughing is something like seeing a double rainbow. It's weird but beautiful, and Stiles is going to stop his thoughts right there.

Just when Stiles opens his mouth to talk about something else, anything else besides Derek's laugh, his dad knocks on the door.

''Hey, kiddo, Allison, Derek, I've just got information back on Griselda. Apparently, no one will inherit the store. And the landlord of the store wants to have it cleaned out by the end of the month because nobody is going to pay rent. He was ready to sell it all himself, but when he tried to touch a couple of things he got zapped or something-'' the Sheriff says with a smirk. ''-So when I contacted him, I told him that you worked at the store from time to time, and he was fine with you cleaning the store out. So you have permission to that.''

Stiles throws his arms in the air, he had hoped he could go back to Griselda's store about a week ago after the first day of school, but his dad had stopped him and told him to wait. It has now paid off!

The rest of the week at school was pretty much the same as the first one. Only Stiles did his best to ignore Scott and the twins now like they had agreed on with the packs. Stiles could even sense the twin's irritation about being ignored and told Lydia that she was a genius goddess.

Which she knew already, of course.

''Great! When can I go?'' Stiles asks enthusiastically.

''Whenever you want, you just need to ask the landlord to open the store for you.''

Stiles makes grabby hands at his dad, and his dad rolls his eyes at his son's antics. Then he pulls out a card with the phone number, and Stiles hugs his dad in thanks.

Stiles first calls Lydia because he knows that she wants to be with him if he's going to loot the store.

''Lyds! Ready to go shopping?''

''Oh my god, Stiles, I thought you never would ask!'' Lydia responds with a fake gasp.

Stiles snorts before explaining that they have permission to go to Griselda's store. Lydia said that she would come by within the hour and would take Jackson and Isaac with her because they were with her at the moment.

After that, he calls the landlord, who tells him that he isn't going to wait for Stiles but will put the key in a place he can reach to open the door. Stiles grimaces a little at it, but he doesn't really mind it that much.

''Well, when Isaac gets here, you can go do your wolfy things, but please study some more so you can ace the test!'' Stiles says excitedly while clapping his hands.

Derek frowns at him, and Stiles narrows his eyes. What is wrong now?

''Why can't we come with you?'' Derek asks, and Stiles is a little taken aback.

''Because I didn't think you would want to?'' Stiles says, but it sounds more like a question before glancing at Allison, who is watching them like a tennis match.

''You told me that she also has a lot of information about packs. Maybe we can learn from it too.'' Derek reasons and Stiles can't really argue with that.

''Fine, your party, you can go with us, but let me and Lydia handle everything first because I don't know if she has any supernatural traps or something like that.''

Derek shrugs, but Stiles sees it as acceptance. It doesn't take long after that before Jackson, Lydia, and Isaac trudge through the door, and they leave for Griselda's store.

''Okay, team! Lydia and I will go first, and I would suggest you all stay back and-'' Stiles stops talking when Derek and Jackson, of all people, push him aside and enter the store with a growl.

''-and please don't listen to the badass mage who is looking out for your sorry asses,'' Stiles grumbles before running after Derek and Jackson.

He looks back for a moment and sees Allison already with her bow in hand and Isaac and Lydia also ready for action.

''Ah, nephew, wonderful seeing you again, and you brought friends!''

Stiles groans before pushing Derek and Jackson out of the way to see the menacing shit for himself. ''Stiles, I knew you had potential,'' Peter says with a smirk while sitting behind Griselda's desk with his feet propped on the desk itself.

''Peter, how awful seeing you here. What the hell do you think you're doing?''

Peter raises an eyebrow before rolling his eyes and slapping the book shut he had on his lap. Then he leans forward on his elbows and his chin on his hands.

''Well, I came to pick up an order, but the Witch who was holding something back for me, wasn't here, so I thought I take a look around,'' Peter responds with a sarcastic drawl.

''Of course, you would be buying shit from an evil Witch. Why doesn't this surprise me?''

Peter rolls his eyes again. And seriously, is that a special Hale treat? Derek and Jackson are both exceptionally good at it.

''Evil? Do tell. I think I missed something.'' Peter says with a smirk.

''How about no. Just leave-''

''Stiles, can I?'' Jackson grounds out, and Stiles whips his head towards Jackson, as does Derek.

''You sure you wanna do this now?'' Stiles asks grudgingly.

''No, but I need to.'' Jackson seems sincere, and Stiles will never hold him back if he wants to do this.

''Fine. Peter, a little warning, if you hurt any of my pack, or Derek's, I will burn you again, this time for good.'' Stiles says menacingly while flames lick up his arms.

Peter looks shocked but quickly blanks his face. Stiles smirks at him, at least one thing Peter didn't know about.

''Now, you two got me all excited. What is it?'' Peter snarks.

Jackson levels Peter with a glare and takes a deep breath. ''My real mother's name was Maddie O'Conner,'' Jackson states without any emotion on his face. But Peter gasps and stands. ''That-that's not possible, she-she died before-''

''She died in a car crash, but the EMTs saved the baby.''

Peter's face is drained from every color. ''She-but, no. No .'' Peter snarls, his eyes flash blue, and Derek and Stiles both flash red at him. Peter startles from the double Alpha eyes and sits back behind the desk.

''She died eight months after I broke up with her-'' Peter mumbles, and Stiles feels a little sorry for Creeperwolf.

''Do the math, Peter,'' Stiles tells him with a glare. What? Stiles never said he wasn't a little shit.

Peter's eyes snap from Stiles to Jackson, Jackson shrinks into himself a little, like he is expecting a blow or something. Stiles quickly squeezes his neck for comfort, and Jackson melts in the touch and gives Stiles a small thankful smile.

''You-You're mine?'' Peter says in a strangled voice.

''Yeah, according to the Nemeton, I am.''

Peter rubs a hand over his face, and for the first time since Stiles had known Peter, he sees the cracks in his facade. Gone is the cocky older wolf. Before him sits a broken man, who has burned with his family only to survive and go mad in his own head—then killing his niece in a drunk haze of madness before being killed again by his own nephew. And then rising from the death, yeah, Peter is probably fucked up.

''I didn't know, I didn't know, I'm - your mother was the most amazing human being I ever had the chance to know,'' Peter says vehemently.

Jackson shifts a little, and Stiles sighs. He sends some reassurance through the bond, and Jackson lifts his head again to look at Peter.

''Could I talk to you?'' Jackson says finally, and Peter nods stiffly before they walk to the backroom for some kind of privacy.

''Okay, well, let's start with packing,'' Stiles states after a couple of moments. Stiles and Lydia start to scan the store for any magic jinxes or traps, but Stiles is surprised that everything magic is faded. Some books still have lingering traces, but as soon as Stiles touches them, they spark, and the residue is gone.

''It's probably because you absorbed her magic.'' Lydia finally says after an hour of frustration when she can't touch the same books Stiles can.

''That actually makes sense.'' Stiles muses.

''Hey, Stiles? I think I've found something you wanna take a look at.'' Isaac yells from the front of the store. Lydia and Stiles look at each other before hurrying over. Derek is standing beside Isaac, and they both are frowning at a leather binder.

''What is it?'' Stiles asks, and he's already reaching out to take the binder from Isaac.

''It's some kind of history of orders. I saw a pretty interesting name on there.'' Isaac says while handing the ledger over to Stiles. Stiles feels Allison's curls grazing his shoulder when she looks at the ledger from next to Stiles.

''Dr. A. Deaton. Well, we now know where he gets his stuff from.'' Stiles says.

He looks better at the order history, and he can't really place all of the stuff. Then Peter and Jackson walk back in, and Stiles sees that they both have a little red-rimmed eyes. Nobody comments on that, though.

''Peter, do you know what most of this stuff is used for?'' Stiles suddenly asks before handing over the ledger.

Peter frowns at the book and scans the contents. ''Most of it is pretty common for the healing of supernaturals, but a couple of them are strange, like grey monnikswood and Elpen ash. They are generally used by hunters. At least, they were used by hunters back in the Middle Ages. They are supposed to help control werewolves if mixed. Hunters decided that torture is a better and more fun way, so they stopped using it.''

Stiles's blood runs cold by Peter's explanation. Why the hell does Deaton needs something like that?

''How will it control the werewolf? And does it need to be ingested or something?''

Peter shrugs but still talks. Stiles thinks that he only wants to impress Jackson or at least try to make amends or something. He still needs a lot of groveling if he wants Stiles to accept him.

''Yes, you need to ingest it. But you can put it in food or a drink so the werewolf wouldn't know, and it controls everything the werewolf does. It's like-'' Peter glances back at Jackson for a moment with a frown before speaking again. ''-it's like a Kanima with his master. The werewolf has no other choice than to obey.''

Stiles scrunches up his nose. Why does Deaton-

''Fuck.'' Stiles leans down on the desk and puts his face in his hands.

''Stiles? Are you okay?'' Jackson asks worriedly, he can probably hear Stiles's breaths coming faster and shorter and his heart speeding up. Stiles knows he's on the verge of a panic attack, but he needs to get it together. His pack is counting on him.

But breathing is a lot more difficult at the moment until a body is pressed against his back with two small hands pressed against his chest.

''Breathe with me, in - one, two, three. Out - one, two, three. That's it, breathe, Stiles.'' Allison whispers in his ear. All the other sounds are filtered out, and Stiles only focuses on Allison's voice and her chest pressed against his back.

After a couple of minutes, he feels tired but good enough to address the group. He quickly reassures Jackson and the others that he's okay before talking. Peter is watching with rapt attention when he scent marks Jackson. But Siles is going to ignore that for now.

''Sorry for that. I - I just suddenly understand why Scott is acting like how he is acting for the last couple of months.'' Stiles says with a grimace, and from the sharp intake of breath, everyone seems to understand it too.

''Deaton is controlling Scott,'' Derek says with a grave expression. Stiles looks into his eyes and nods.

''Well, fuck.'' Jackson states, and Stiles can't help but agree.

---

If it was up to Stiles and Derek, they would've gone straight to Deaton to confront the druid. But some people (Lydia and Allison) stopped them to see that it wasn't a smart idea to go off running when they have the advantage now.

They first start to pack away most stuff in the store, but it soon becomes clear that they can't do it in one trip. Stiles decides to call the number of the landlord, but as soon as it rings, he hears a cellphone ringing from just behind him. He turns around and gives Peter an incredulous look.

Peter just fishes out his phone and answers. ''Hello?''

'' Seriously ?!'' Stiles screeches, making Peter flinch.

''What? Did you actually believe me when I told you that I was snooping around for an order I placed? When you asked for the keys, I wanted to know how you would be able to move the books, but apparently, I underestimated you.''

Stiles snorts. ''Everybody always underestimates me.''

''I can see that, see it as a lesson learned.''

Stiles narrows his eyes at the man. ''I expect that this means I can come back here whenever I want?''

''Are you going to pay rent?''

''Seriously, you mother fu-'' Stiles starts while his hands catch fire. Peter backs up with a smirk and raised hands.

''Okay! Peter, let us just take everything whenever we want. You will have the place back to rent out before the end of the month.'' Lydia interrupts Stiles's rant.

Peter pouts at Lydia, but one raised eyebrow from her has him backing down. Stiles is amused and a little afraid of that.

''I want a puppy pile,'' Stiles says while scrubbing his face with his hands.

''I'll call Danny,'' Jackson proposes with a smirk. Allison sidles up to Stiles's side, and he nuzzles the side of her head.

''Puppy pile?'' Isaac asks when Derek and Peter are talking a little away from the rest of the group.

''I call it that, but it's just a sort of extreme sleepover kind of thing?'' Stiles says with a shrug. ''We all sleep in the same bed,''

Isaac's eyes grow wide at that, and he gapes like a fish. ''Really?'' He squeaks.

''Yup,'' Stiles says with a waggle of his eyebrows.

''That sounds weird.'' Isaac then scoffs, but Stiles can see a longing look.

''Awh, maybe you can convince Derek to a puppy pile,'' Stiles says with a smirk. ''Think about it, cuddling up to Derek, Erica, and Boys, ah, sounds like a good time, like cuddling with a cactus.'' Stiles teases. Earning a slap on the back of his head from Allison.

''Danny will be there in an hour. He, Erica, and Boyd are bowling.'' Jackson says with a frown when he joins the group again.

''Good for them. Text him that he needs to look out for loose car parts.''

''What?'' Jackson says with an incredulous look, but Stiles waves him off.

''Let's go home, Isaac. I think you're sticking to Derek tonight?'' When Stiles gets a nod, he continues. ''We will send Erica and Boyd over when we get home. Derek! Good luck with your test tomorrow!'' He calls over with a smirk making Derek roll his eyes at him.

Jackson, Lydia, Allison, and Stiles climb into Stiles's jeep and go home for the night. Tomorrow they have school again, and Stiles is not looking forward to it.

Now he knows Scott is being used and controlled, Stiles wants to go help his best friend, but he knows that they need to wait for a moment before they go storming in and fucking shit up.

When they get home, his dad is at home, and Danny, Erica, and Boyd are also there. They are all in the kitchen, gathered around a box of pizza.

''DAD!'' Stiles yells aghast when his dad just shoves a meat lover's piece in his mouth.

''You didn't see anything.'' His dad says while waving his hands. Stiles just narrows his eyes at his father.

''You are incorrigible, and you are all horrible for helping him cheat on his diet!''

Erica, Boyd, and Danny don't look fazed and just keep eating, then Jackson just walks over and also gets a piece for himself.

Stiles lets out an indignant noise until Allison pats him on the shoulder and kisses him on the cheek. ''It will be fine, babe,'' She smirks at him. Making Stiles pout in retaliation.

''Ah, no, no, don't pout at me, pout at them, I didn't do anything!'' Allison hurriedly says, not up for Stiles's puppy eyes and pout.

Stiles turns to the others, and Jackson and Danny both look away, which is pretty hilarious. Erica and Boyd are both frozen for a moment before making excuses and rushing out of the house.

Then Stiles can't hold it in any longer and burst out laughing. The pack quickly cleans up after that and gets ready for bed before falling into a pretty deep sleep.

The next morning they need to rush a little, so they all are at school in time. Stiles only can't get his hair to act normal and sighs in defeat when he steps out of the jeep.

''It won't stay like this-'' Stiles says, a little irritated while trying to fix it.

''Come here, Stilinski,'' Jackson suddenly tells him, then Jackson is manhandling him and fixing his hair.

''Oh, Jacks, you do the craziest shit in the morning.'' Stiles jokes while Jackson is mussing with his hair.

Jackson growls, but Stiles can feel the amusement. Jackson steps back when he's done, and he cocks his head a little before deeming Stiles's hair fixed.

''I really should just shave it off again,'' Stiles grumbles.

''If you don't shave it off, you have a possibility of blow jobs in your future,'' Allison states sweetly, making Stiles stumble on air.

His head turns red, and he looks around if anyone heard, but thankfully nobody could hear her except the pack.

''Ally! You can't say shit like that.'' Stiles whispers in her ear before pulling a little on her earlobe with his teeth, making Allison gasp.

''Sure I can, babe,'' Allison says with a wiggle of her eyebrows before walking away from Stiles. Stiles does not stare at her ass. He does not. Shut up.

The bell rings again, and Stiles hurriedly follows his girlfriend.

The day goes by pretty quickly, and again they ignore the twins and Scott, who seem to be inseparable. It makes Stiles grind his teeth in annoyance. Does this mean that Deaton is also working with the Alpha pack? Or has this nothing to do with it? What is worse?

Stiles does know that he can't wait much longer to help Scott. It just feels wrong to leave his best friend struggle like this because he's pretty sure that Scott is struggling.

They walk into their last class of the day, and it's English. They have a new teacher this year, a Miss Blake, who seems nice enough. Only Lydia acts a little strange around her. Like she can't concentrate or something, so that's pretty weird because Lydia is always hyper-focused during classes.

Miss Blake is in the middle of a lecture when there is suddenly a thump against the window. Stiles whips his head around to see a crow thumping against the window.

After another moment, another crow crashes against the glass, making the glass crack.

Miss Blake actually walks to the windows to take a look. But Stiles can see that something is going to happen. A herd of birds is swarming through the air until they have seen their target.

''EVERYBODY DOWN!'' Stiles yells with magic tinting his voice. He quickly grabs Allison and Lydia and places a quick charm on them, so they're safe from the glass that splinters inwards when the birds clash against the large windows.

Stiles looks around him frantically, and he sees the students all scream and panic. Miss Blake is protecting a student, and Stiles admires her for it. After a couple of minutes, the ruckus dies down, and he calls his dad.

''Dad! A hoard of birds just flew into the classroom window. There are students hurt.'' Stiles yells into his phone. Wincing when he thinks about how his dad's ears are suffering for a moment.

''I will be right there with help.'' His dad curtly responds before ending the call.

The rest of the day goes by in a haze. Stiles doesn't leave his pack's side and hovers around them, checking if they are really okay, even if he has already checked them about fifteen times.

Finally, his dad walks up to them.

''Go home, and rest, we don't know what caused it but-''

''But it's probably something supernatural?'' Stiles says quickly while biting his thumb.

His dad sighs and scrapes a hand over his face. ''Probably, but it's not like I can explain that to your fellow classmates or teachers.''

Stiles grimaces and shakes his head. He then texts Derek to meet at Stiles's house.

---

"You're not going alone," Derek says gruffly. Stiles raises his eyebrows at the man.

"Why not?" He challenges.

"Because I don't trust Deaton." Ah, yes, Stiles wants to go see Deaton, act all innocently, and ask about the birds that terrorized his class today. The pack already protested when he said he wanted to that, but now it's Derek's turn.

Stiles smirks at Derek. "Same here, big guy, fine. You coming with me?" Jackson gives an indignant squeak.

''Why can he come with, when you didn't want us to come with you?''

''Because I don't want you to get hurt, not that I want Derek to get hurt, but he will be just as vigilant as me, while if you go with me, I will worry about you the whole time. I can't risk that now.'' Jackson shuts up but is still glaring petulantly. Stiles just rolls his eyes.

Derek nods before turning to his betas. "You can go back to the loft if you want." The betas seem to think about it for a moment until Lydia pipes up.

"Why don't we watch a movie here until you guys come back?"

Jackson pouts at Lydia, and Stiles hides his laugh in a cough before he receives another glare. Boyd and Erica look a little uncomfortable but stay put. Isaac actually blushes when he wiggles in his spot next to Danny. Danny just beams at Isaac, and Stiles turns to look at Allison and nods his head at Danny and Isaac in an 'Oh my god, are they for real' kind of way, which makes Allison giggle.

"Fine with me, you guys know where everything is. Make yourselves at home."

"Stiles, we practically lived here during the summer. I think we will be fine." Allison says with a roll of her eyes. Stiles plants a kiss on the top of her head before darting out of the living room with Derek following him.

"We are not taking your jeep." He growls when Stiles reaches for his baby.

"Why not?"

"Because it's a death trap about to happen." Derek snarks back at him. "Rude! My Roscoe is precious and a gem, don't bitch at that."

Stiles then turns to the jeep to pat it on the hood before scrambling after Derek, who is already at the drivers' side of his Camaro.

"Fine, but you need to drop me off after because I can't apparate just yet!"

"Apparate? You're not a freaking wizard, Stiles."

"I'm going to file this away for later because holy shit, you read Harry Potter, give me a high five!" Stiles says with a big smile.

"How about no."

"Dude, don't leave me hanging!" Stiles whines, Derek groans like everything that is wrong with the world is Stiles. But then he does put his hand up for a high five while Stiles crows like a little kid.

When they finally reach Deaton's office, Stiles is still talking about Harry Potter, how Sirius Black didn't deserve anything but a lot of love and how he was destined to be together with Remus Lupin. Too much annoyance from Derek.

"How the Hell did you even gather that from the books!?" Derek finally asks after parking the car.

Stiles gasps, "Don't tell me you haven't read any fanfiction!"

"What is fanfiction?"

"Oh my god, I-I, no. Nope. Just no. I can't with you right now." Stiles says while grabbing his chest as if shot through the heart.

When Stiles glances at Derek, he sees Derek's shoulder shake, and holy shit, did he just make Derek Hale laugh? He is gaping at Derek while Derek tries to control his laughter.

"Stop talking. You lower the IQ of the whole street," Derek says before getting out of the car. Stiles's stomach did a nerd flip, the kind you get when you find another nerd with the same interest and just almost immediately think; YOU'RE MY PERSON!

He scrambles out of the car after Derek and really wants to continue bantering, but when they reach the door, Derek turns to him with a serious expression and holds up his hand.

"Alphas," Derek says, and he flashes his red eyes. Stiles gathers his magic in his hands and nods at Derek that he's ready. It's clear that Derek doesn't like it, but he can suck it.

Derek opens the door and walks inside, only to be stopped by Deaton's counter that is laced with Mountain Ash. He looks seriously disgruntled when Stiles smirks and opens the gate.

They walk into the room behind the counter and see Deaton, a big bald man, probably an Alpha, and Scott. But Scott is whining in a circle of Mountain Ash, making Stiles see red. Forget acting all innocently. That man is going down.

He flicks both of his hands out, making them fly against opposite walls, and snarls at the Alpha and Deaton. "What the fuck did you do with him!?"

"Stiles! No! Go away! Don't-" Scott yells before it turns into whimpers, he seems to claw at his arm, but Stiles doesn't understand.

"I'm here, buddy, I'm here." He tries to soothe Scott, but Scott only starts to sob and is scratching so badly at his arm that Stiles is afraid he will bleed out if he keeps going like this.

"Scott, please stop!"

"No, no, no, no," Scott is chanting, making Stiles's heart break for him. How could he have missed this? How could've he just ignored Scott the last couple of weeks? He should've helped Scott immediately when they found out he was being controlled by Deaton! He was angry at the beginning of the summer at Scott after everything that happened with Gerard, but seeing his best friend like this, all his anger shifts towards Deaton.

"Deaton. What did you do?" Stiles says in a deadly voice.

Deaton is baring his teeth at Stiles, but he doesn't care. Derek is behind him, growling at the big bald Alpha, but Stiles has it under control. At least, for now. He quickly scans the room and spots Mountain ash. He walks towards it and opens the pot. He then throws the Mountain ash in the air, willing it to fall around the Alpha and trapping him. It works, and he releases his magic from the Alpha. He won't make the same mistake twice. No sir.

"Now I have my full attention to you. Speak asshole." Stiles snarls at Deaton, willing his magic to listen. Deaton is struggling against his magic and hold, but he's much weaker than Stiles is.

"Well, well, well, isn't this a sight." A British voice speaks from behind him, and Stiles curses himself for not noticing that someone was approaching sooner. He turns around to see an older dude with sunglasses and a blind stick.

"Sight? I don't think you see anything at all, dude." He knows it's not his best work. Shut up. He's under stress.

The British man snarls and snaps his fingers, a woman jumps forward, ready to lunge at Stiles, but Derek is there sooner and slams the woman down to the ground before roaring in her face.

"Derek Hale, fancy meeting you here. I was hoping for a meeting soon. And this-" The man says while gesturing calm and collected towards Stiles. "would be your emissary?"

Derek growls at the man, but he's struggling while holding the woman down, so he can't really lunge himself at the other Alpha. Stiles can still hear Scott whimpering behind him and just wants to help him.

"I'm not his emissary. I'm Alpha Genim." Stiles spits out, probably not a good idea, but he, Stiles, can be pretty impulsive.

The smirk on the British man turns almost feral.

"Ah, so you're the Mage I've heard so much about?" A gasp is heard from behind him, and Stiles glances back at Deaton, who has become completely pale.

"Guess so," Stiles replies through clenched teeth.

"Good to know," The Alpha says before transforming into a beast of a werewolf, and Stiles is pretty sure that he can see with his Alpha eyes. They are blazing at him.

The Alpha lunges, but Stiles already sees it coming. He freezes the Alpha in his tracks, but what he didn't see was that the Alpha was holding some kind of dust in his hand. With the lunge and the sudden freezing of the Alpha's body, the dust spreads through the air, and Stiles inhales it without meaning to.

Stiles starts to cough immediately, and Derek sees that something is wrong. Scott is sobbing now, and Stiles's sight wavers. He feels a bit of panic shoot through the bond before he collapses to his knees, gasping for air. He hears his name being shouted, but he hears it from a far distance. He looks up and sees the Alpha wolf come closer. His magic broke, and whatever hold Stiles had on the man is gone.

He sees the Alpha's mouth move but can't understand anything he's saying. He tries to dislodge the drowsiness but fails. The last thing he sees is Derek screaming for him and lunging at the Alpha in front of Stiles before his eyes close, and he falls down on the cold hard tiles.