I'm not gonna lie, this one is going to hurt.
A warning for rape and non-con drug use!
Disclaimer; I don't own anything from Teen Wolf!
Allison's POV;
Allison was still disappointed about Derek's quick dismissal two weeks ago. She really thought that he wanted the same as them. He hadn't even shown up when they would train with the pack, only Isaac, Boyd, Erica, and Cora trained with them and wouldn't say anything about their Alpha.
Stiles was too stubborn to admit that he was hurt, so he just dismissed the fact that Derek wasn't there. But Allison knew that Derek was avoiding them. Allison wanted to ask where Derek was, but she hadn't had the best relationship with Derek's betas. So it seemed better to keep that particular question to herself, and Stiles refused to ask.
Allison looked at Stiles from where he was goofing around with Scott. They were on their way to lunch when Scott suddenly froze. Stiles noticed, of course, and waved his hand in front of his friend's face, but Scott stayed frozen. Allison followed to where he was looking and snorted. Stiles looked at her before also following Scott's look and then groaned out loud.
A cute Asian girl with long black hair and dark brown almond-shaped eyes walked down the stairs. Allison thinks that she has a Japanese heritage, but she isn't sure. The girl is trudging down the stairs before she flails and falls down the last two steps. She quickly stands and stammers out that she's okay with a big beaming smile. Oh god, she's perfect for Scott.
''Scott, you're drooling.'' Stiles stage whispers, making the pack laugh while Scott wipes his mouth before scowling at Stiles. Allison giggled at her boyfriend's antics and sidled up close to him. He kisses the side of her head after throwing an arm around her shoulder, and she melts in his side.
''Go talk to her,'' Stiles says when Scott still isn't moving. The girl is looking at her schedule, clearly a little lost. Scott nods, and Allison is almost afraid of his head falling off before he bounds over to the girl who beams at him when Scott introduces himself and proposes to help.
Stiles steers the pack away, so Scott has a little privacy with the new girl before they walk to their next class.
The new girl is apparently Kira, and her father is the new History teacher. Kira is quick to join them at lunch, and she is just a big ball of positive energy. Allison and Stiles quietly snicker at Scott's dreamy expression through lunch.
Allison was just talking with Lydia when Cora and Isaac walk over.
''Stiles, can we talk?'' Cora grits out. Stiles sucks in a breath through his teeth before nodding and walking with her. Allison quickly follows and ignores the weird look Kira is giving them. Jackson starts distracting her with a couple of questions, which is pretty hilarious because Jackson would've never done that before he joined Stiles's pack.
''What is it?'' Stiles asks as soon as they put a little distance between them and the pack.
''There is something in the Preserve again. Derek is sure it's an Alpha.'' Cora says with a scowl, clearly not amused to even be here.
''He isn't going after it alone, is he?'' Allison asks through gritted teeth because it wouldn't surprise her.
Cora gives her best bitch face at Allison, who just glares back.
Cora sighs but still sneers at Allison before responding. ''He is there right now, searching. Look, I don't know what you did, but he didn't even want us to ask you. But I thought he was being stupid, and I'm not getting captured again.'' Cora snarls out, but Allison can read between the lines. She is also afraid of losing Derek again. That's why she is telling Stiles that Derek is doing something stupid.
Stiles's face hardens, and it's clear that he isn't happy with the fact that Derek is throwing himself into danger.
''Let's go,'' Stiles says resolutely. Cora nods, and her shoulders sag a little in relief. Allison sends a text to the rest of the pack, and she knows they will follow as quickly as possible, but they can't say anything out loud if Kira is still there.
Allison climbs with Stiles into the jeep and reaches behind her seat for her weapons. Her bow, gun with wolfsbane bullets, and a couple of knives. She quickly holsters everything while Stiles is driving like a lunatic, following Cora and Isaac, who are in front of them in Cora's car.
Allison hears a pained howl and immediately grimaces. Cora's car swerves in front of them before they park rapidly. Isaac and Cora bolt out of the car while Stiles and Allison quickly follow. They aren't as fast as the wolves, but Stiles' magic helps them get there as fast as possible.
Allison can feel that the pack is on their way, but they are not there yet for another ten minutes. She's a little glad because she is suddenly terrified of what is happening with Derek, and she doesn't wish it on her own pack. They burst into a clearing, and Allison immediately knows it's bad. There is blood everywhere, and two foreign Alphas are closing in on Derek. Cora and Isaac are already knocked out, there is blood, and Allison hopes they are okay.
Allison doesn't even stop to issue a warning. She just starts shooting. First, only her bow, but soon she switches to her gun because it takes too long to reload her bow. Stiles is next to her using his powers. His eyes are flashing a dangerous shade of purple.
The female Alpha snarls and lunges at Allison, but Stiles freezes her in her tracks. Allison smirks at the Alpha, but she isn't backing down.
''Where is Ennis?! Where is he!? What did you do to him?!'' She yells while struggling against Stiles's bounds.
''Oh, was he someone important?'' Allison taunts. Knowing perfectly well that Ennis is her significant other.
''You bitch! If you did anything to him, I'll-''
''You'll what, bitch?'' Stiles snarls with a glare, not even breaking a sweat while the Alpha is still struggling against him.
Kali - that was her name - roars, and suddenly more people jump out of the bushes. Allison sees Stiles freeze. He clearly hadn't expected this, they knew the Alpha pack only had five members, but this is a lot more. Allison scans the wolfed-out faces of the werewolves that joined the fight and sees only flashes of blue.
She counts eight extra werewolves, Allison sees Deucalion and Derek still fighting, but it's clear that Derek is losing.
''How far out?'' Allison says without taking her eyes off Kali. Stiles responds just like she knew he would. ''Five miles out.''
''Cover us?'' She whispers, but she knows he heard her when he resolutely responds with, ''Always.''
Allison then reaches out behind her back and pulls the pin of one of her wolfsbane grenades. She counts to three in her head before throwing it in the air above the whole fight.
Stiles lets go of Kali, but she is too surprised to take advantage. Stiles puts a shield over Derek, Cora, and Isaac before pulling Allison in his arms and doing the same to them.
The grenade explodes above them, and the blast rocks Allison and Stiles off their feet. All the wolves are clawing at their faces, and their expressions tell Allison that they are screaming, but she can't hear them, her ears are ringing from the blast, the shield Stiles threw up is gone, and she sees that Stiles is blacked out. She sees blood on his temple and streaming from his nose.
Before she can say or do anything, she's pulled away. She tries to fight back until she sees it's Danny. He is saying something, but Allison can't hear what the words are. Jackson is now lifting Stiles up, and Allison is pulled back from the sight when she feels Danny's hands on her cheeks. He's wiping something away, but it takes a couple of moments before Allison understands that it is her tears.
''Is he okay?'' She tries to say, but her ears are still ringing, so she doesn't know if she forms the words as she wants.
Danny is nodding, so she thinks he understood. She then glances back, and most of the wolves are gone. Three are lying on the ground, one of them is Kali, and it's clear that she didn't survive the blast, which is not surprising. She was the one that was closest to them.
Allison grimaces when she sees that Deucalion is gone. Derek is lying unconscious on the floor, Boyd is next to him, and Erica is kneeling next to Cora and Isaac. They are barely standing, but alive at least.
A touch brings Allison back to her own pack. Jackson is already gone with Stiles, but Scott and Danny are still with her. Checking if she is wounded.
''I'm fine. Where is Stiles?'' She grits out.
The ringing is finally subsiding a little, and she hears Scott say ''hospital.''
Allison wants to stay to check if everyone is okay, but she can't deal with them without Stiles, they won't let her, and her own emotional state isn't good enough to see Derek without Stiles after the rejection. She glances back at the scene of Derek's pack and throws them a packet.
''Here, Stiles tried to shield you, but if there is some wolfsbane poisoning, this is the right strain.''
Boyd and Erica nod in understanding, and Allison turns back. She tries to take a step but almost immediately crumples to the floor. Danny and Scott just catch her in time. Her hearing is fully back, and he hears their worried exclamations.
''Take me to Stiles.'' She grits out while clamping their arms to stay upright. She stays upright with their help, and they help her into the jeep. Scott knows where Stiles hides the spare key and starts the jeep as soon as they're seated.
Allison then pulls her phone out of her pocket and grits her teeth. There is blood on her leg. She is wounded from some shrapnel because of the adrenaline she didn't notice earlier. Thankfully they are already on their way to the hospital.
She calls her dad first to give him the coordinates to the bodies, knowing that Derek's pack will be gone before her dad shows up.
Next, she calls the Sheriff. Apparently, Jackson had already called, and he is at the hospital already. Allison frowns. Did she lose time? She shakes her head. Those worries are for later.
She sighs in relief when they turn into the parking lot, she wants to walk into the hospital by herself, but Scott, good, sometimes stupid Scott, lifts her up before she can even take one step—remembering how she crumpled because of her wounded leg she lets him do it for now.
After that, it's chaos for some time. Nurses and doctors worry about her but tell her that the wound on her leg is shallow, so stitches will be enough, just be careful with it, is what they tell her about ten times.
Allison tries to glare them away when they won't answer her questions about Stiles, but they won't budge. Derek would've succeeded, she thinks morosely.
At some point, after she already had stitches, her father shows up with a thunderous expression. She needs to stay for a while longer so they can check her hearing, but after she is free to go, she is now lounging in a hospital bed because they won't let her go off by herself.
''You didn't tell me you got hurt.'' He grits out with worried eyes. He is putting on a tough front, but Allison knows better.
''Because that wasn't important.'' Allison retorts.
''Of course, it is!'' He yells while spreading his arms wide. He looks at her frantically. ''Of course, it is important, Ally. You can't - you're all I have.'' Her dad says in a soft voice, which brings tears to her eyes.
''I'm okay. It's all stitched up. They only won't tell me how Stiles is. Do you know? Have you seen the Sheriff?'' She asks frantically.
Scott and Danny disappeared when she was being stitched up because they weren't family and couldn't stay. She doesn't know anything at the moment, and it's driving her crazy.
She expects Jackson and Lydia with Stiles or the Sheriff. After the summer they had together, they won't leave his side if he's seriously hurt.
Her dad chuckles and shakes his head. ''I should have never let you join the pack, but-''
''Don't you dare-'' She starts hotly, but she can't finish her sentence when there is a commotion in the hallway outside her room.
''WHERE IS SHE?!'' Comes a booming voice from the hallway, and Allison's heart skips. She knows exactly who that is.
Her father rolls his eyes, and she can't help but laugh a little. He then stalks to the door and rips it open.
''In here.'' He simply says to someone in the hall before turning back to Allison. It takes about ten seconds before Stiles runs in, still in hospital clothes. She quickly scans him but sees no sign of bandages or blood. He seems fine, thank God.
He runs to her and throws his arms around her, ''Are you okay? They didn't tell me anything!'' He asks while touching everywhere to check if she is really okay.
''Did you just flash the entire hospital looking for me?'' Allison asks, amused, not letting show how relieved she really is for Stiles being here, seemingly okay.
Stiles yelps and pulls the hospital robe around his ass so he won't flash her father anymore. Her father groans, rubs the bridge of his nose, walks out the door, and closes it.
Allison starts to laugh but still clings to Stiles. Not wanting him out of her sight, Stiles crawls into the hospital bed with her and kisses her entire face.
''What happened? You were unconscious,'' She whispers in the tiny space between them when they both are settled down.
''I don't know, I think my magic healed me, I woke up when they were checking me, and I only could think about if my shields had stayed active long enough. I didn't see any of the pack, or you, or Der-'' He cuts himself off abruptly with a twist of his mouth.
Allison cups his cheek, ''they're fine. Only Derek wasn't awake yet, but his pack is taking care of him.''
Stiles nods but leaves it at that. They lie there in silence, just softly touching each other until the door bangs open again.
They're both up and ready for an attack, but thankfully it's only the pack. Who don't seem impressed by their ready response.
''Seriously?'' Lydia demands with a glare aimed at both of them, but Allison knows her well enough that she's worried.
''We're fine, Lyds, they just wanted to check the last couple of things, and then we can go,'' Allison says with a smile.
''Sure, that's why they want to take you for a brain scan.'' She snipes back.
Allison balks. She didn't know that. Stiles immediately focuses back on her and puts his hands on her head. The relief that floods through her when her ears completely stop ringing and the pressure suddenly gone from her head makes her sag against him.
''Oh, maybe there was something wrong. But I didn't feel it, really.'' She admitted sheepily with a dimpled smile when Stiles and Lydia glare at her. Finally, her dad and the Sheriff enter.
''Stiles healed me, can you sign me out?'' Allison asks before her dad can say anything. Her dad narrows his eyes at Allison before turning to Stiles.
''Thank you.'' He says sincerely before promptly walking back out to find a nurse. Stiles seems stunned for a moment before he speaks again.
''I can't heal your leg because they already put stitches in it,'' Stiles says with a glare.
''That's fine. I can still stand on it.''
''Are you sure about that?'' Danny says with raised eyebrows, probably thinking back how her legs crumpled when she tried to stand.
''Yes, don't worry,'' She shows them by standing up and walking with only a slight limp to the bathroom to dress with clothes Lydia has brought for her.
Stiles walks after her to change clothes too. She raises an eyebrow in question before he ducks his head and admits in a soft voice. ''I can't stand it if I don't see you right now.''
She smiles at him and nods in acceptance. They both get dressed, and Stiles helps her a little with the sweatpants. When they walk out, she holds Stiles's arm, feeling a little shaky on her legs, but she won't admit that to anyone.
''Come on, Allison, I'll take you home.''
Allison gives her dad a deadpan look.
''Since when are you alright with werewolves in your house?'' She says in her most innocent voice.
Stiles purses his lips next to her and seems ready to burst out laughing. Jackson, Scott, and Danny are all looking the other way, trying not to be noticed by the big bad wolf hunter, and Lydia openly glares at her father.
The Sheriff just rolls his eyes when her dad starts to splutter.
''Chris, let her come to my place. The pack isn't going to let her out of their sight as long as she's hurt.''
''I don't want her out of my sight either! She's my daughter!'' He yells in response, but the Sheriff doesn't seem fazed.
''I know, why don't you come with us.''
''Dad-'' Stiles tries, but he shut's up when the Sheriff points at him.
''Don't you dare, 'dad,' me young man, I can understand what Chris is going through, and I wouldn't want you out of my sight either. I would ground you if I could right now.''
''I'm the Alpha!'' Stiles says with a flail, making Allison almost fall over, but she quickly grabs the bed. Thankfully nobody saw it. Otherwise, they wouldn't let her walk by herself.
''I'm the Sheriff and your dad! I changed your diapers. Who do you think is going to win this?'' The Sheriff says while crossing his arms and glaring at his son.
Allison snorts out a laugh, and Stiles glares at her, but the whole pack knows that the Sheriff has won.
''Fine! But we're going to check on Derek first,'' Stiles argues just for the sake of argument.
''Fine, but let one of the wolves drain Allison's pain first.'' The Sheriff says before guiding Allison's dad out of the door.
All three wolves step forward immediately to help Allison with the pain, and she is relieved. They finally get out of the hospital, and Stiles sends the rest of the pack to his house, wanting to check on Derek with only Allison.
''Do you think he will let us in?'' She asks when they are almost at the loft.
Stiles shrugs and gives her a smirk. ''As if I don't have a key to his loft.'' Allison laughs in response and carefully climbs out of the jeep when they park before following Stiles up to Derek's loft.
Derek's POV;
Derek is panicking. He had heard the jeep park on the gravel in front of the building. He had heard the steps they took on the stairs. He even listened to their heartbeats and knew that this would go horribly, horribly wrong.
The door slides open, and before Stiles can talk, he gasps as soon as he sees Derek. Allison makes a noise in the back of her throat that others would call a pained whine, but she won't ever admit to that. She's too strong to let anyone know that she can break.
''Oh my god! Derek, I thought the door was locked!?'' Jennifer screams while scrambling off him to gather herself in a blanket. Trying to shield her students from her naked body.
Derek struggles and screams, but his voice and body don't listen. ''What are you doing here?'' He growls at the two teens.
He's greeted with silence and screams and roars inside his head, trying to let them know that this isn't him, he isn't pulling the strings, it's only his body, but not his mind. And please, please, please help me...
But that's not what comes out of his mouth. ''Are you two done gawking? We were in the middle of something.''
Stiles and Allison's eyes harden, and their postures stiffen almost at the same time.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. This isn't what he wants. Why don't they see that? Why don't they see what is happening?
But he can't blame them. The picture Jennifer painted is enough for Stiles and Allison to believe. It's his own fault, really. He should have never pushed them away, so what if they are younger? He could've just explained that he can't touch them until they turn eighteen, wouldn't touch them because of what happened between him and Kate. They would've understood.
And now, Jennifer. Jennifer who drugged him and is controlling him since that night. Shit, he needs them to get away, to keep them safe. He knows Jennifer wants Stiles's power, but she never explained how she wants to take it.
From what Stiles had explained, it would definitely mean killing Stiles. And that's unacceptable.
Stiles squares his shoulders and glares at Derek.
Yes, yes, yes, be angry at me, and go. Go away, and be safe.
Stiles grabs Allison's hand and tugs, she flinches a little when she takes a step, and Derek really hopes she's okay. His betas did explain what happened in the clearing when they woke him up, but he had sent them away when they were back at the loft, knowing that Jennifer could show up at any minute.
They argued, but he Alpha ordered them, not wanting them there when Jennifer would take advantage, or even worse, would turn on them.
''We were coming to check on you, asshole. You were hurt.'' Stiles grits out with a glare before tugging at Allison's hand again. ''Come on, Ally. He made it clear.''
The broken look in Stiles's eyes betrays how he really feels, even if his voice doesn't waver. Derek knows that he hurt them, all because of Jennifer. He wants to slash her throat, cut her into pieces and offer them to Allison and Stiles, but it's too late. He isn't in control of his own body. And he doubts they want anything to do with him now.
Allison is trained not to let her feelings show as Matriarch of the Argent's, and she's trained well. The steel look in her eyes makes Derek shiver from fear or want. He doesn't know.
They leave without another look, the loft door slamming behind them, and Derek keeps screaming in his head, on the one hand wanting them gone so badly, so they are safe. At least for now. Or keeping them there so they can help him.
He doesn't want to be used, not anymore. When he was younger, he fell for it, and it burned his family. Now he has no choice, and he hates it with a fiery passion, but the drugs she uses are too strong for him to break.
It's all so wrong. It feels all so wrong.
Jennifer slides her hand over his arm while the other comes around to stroke his stomach. He wants to puke, but his body isn't listening.
''See Derek. Everybody leaves you. Nobody wants you. You thought they could stop me? That they would even notice that something is wrong with you? You screamed and screamed, but they didn't listen. Did they?'' Her poisonous voice whispers in his ear, making his skin crawl.
Derek flinches but can't move any further. She's right. She's right. He shakes his head to get rid of the cotton feeling in his brain. He feels wrong and used. But that isn't a strange emotion for him. He was used since he was sixteen.
''They aren't going to stop me, Derek. Do you want to know what is going to happen to them? Well, do you?'' She's still rubbing her hands all over him, and Derek doesn't know how long he can take this. But he doesn't have a choice in the matter.
Derek shakes his head again, now only in denial. No, no, no, nothing can happen to Stiles and Allison. They are both too strong to let anything happen. Derek will kill himself if anything happens to them.
''Awh, you don't want your underage lovers to get hurt. How cute. Only too bad because Stiles is the one I want. When I first came here, I thought I was going for the Nemeton, the most powerful thing in the United States, but then color me surprised when I find a Mage in my own classroom, not only a freaking powerful one. But also one bound to the Nemeton. It's like a dream come true.'' Jennifer sighs while pushing Derek back down on the sheets.
She pushes a little magic in Derek again, and his hand strokes his cock into full hardness without his consent. His body is moving without him doing anything. If he could fight, he would, but everything is just wrongwrongwrongwrong around him. And he can't resist her. He can't fight the drugs she used or the magic she's still using. If only he could give Stiles and Allison a warning or a sign.
Jennifer hovers above him before sinking down on his cock, she sighs in pleasure, but Derek only wants to be sick.
She starts moving and talking again. ''First, I'm going to kill the huntress. She has no importance to me at all. She's just someone that will stand in my way. Maybe I will let you do it, so you can look into her eyes when she looks at you all betrayed.'' Jennifer tells him while moaning and gaining speed.
''Then I'm going to kill the Mage because he isn't going to take the killing of his huntress without retaliation. And when he's distracted with his revenge and grief, it will be easy to end him. Then his magic and bond to the Nemeton are mine and mine alone. And then I can finally take my revenge on the Alpha pack.'' She says while panting and moaning.
She takes, and takes, and takes until she comes with a scream. Derek wants to roll in a ball, cry and possibly die. But he needs to protect his pack, protect Stiles's pack. But especially protect Stiles and Allison.
When they're alone, she lets him speak, so he takes the opportunity now she's still high on her orgasm.
''The twins are in custody, Ennis is in the hands of hunters, and according to my pack, Kali is dead.'' He whispers with a cruel smile. Only wanting to cause her pain, like she's causing him.
Jennifer sits up sharply and glares at him.
''What?'' Her voice is like ice, cold and hard, but one wrong step, and it will break.
''The twin Alpha's were arrested when Stiles, Cora, and Scott were broken out of the vault.'' He croaks out when she puts her hand on his throat.
She waves her other hand in dismissal. ''I knew that. Tell me about Kali.'' She snarls.
Derek raises his eyebrows. Could it be that her revenge was only aimed at her?
''Deucalion and Kali attacked me this morning. My pack, Stiles, and Allison came to my aid. There was a blast, and she died.''
He isn't going to tell that it was Allison that threw a grenade. He doesn't know how she's going to react to that.
''You're lying.'' She snarls, tightening the hold she has on his throat.
Derek smirks at her. ''I'm not.''
Jennifer screams loudly and in anger, making the windows above Derek's bed splinter. She then punches Derek's chest. It doesn't really hurt, but she still controls him with her magic, so he can't fight back.
''She was mine, mine to kill!'' Jennifer snarls before suddenly standing and dressing herself.
''I will kill them. Kill them.'' She mutters to herself.
''Revenge doesn't do anything for you. I can know.'' Derek says softly, still lying on the bed naked. Bound by her magic to stay like this until she orders otherwise.
''You know nothing. Nothing from what she took from me! What she did to me!'' Jennifer screeches while scratching Derek's face in anger. Her control is completely gone. The wounds will heal, and it only stings for a moment. And Derek just laughs a humorless laugh.
''Kate raped me and burned my family. I think that I win.'' Derek says in a monotone voice. He can't even become angry anymore. He knows now that Kate raped him, he was sixteen, and she was twenty-four. That's mainly the reason he wanted to distance himself from Allison and Stiles. He doesn't want to become anything like her.
Jennifer freezes before snarling and dropping the glamor she was apparently wearing. A horrible creature is standing in her stead. Her face was deformed with claw marks all over it.
Derek cringes in disgust. He wants to gag in repulsion but stops himself.
''You win? You win? She did this to me. She almost killed me.'' Jennifer grits out.
''If I could look like you but still have my family, I would trade it in a heartbeat,'' Derek replies, and he knows his heart is beating steadily. There is no lie there.
''You're delusional-'' Jennifer snarls. ''-But don't worry. I will get my revenge. Just wait and see.''
She flicks her hand, and Derek is flung against the wall and kept there with bounds around his neck, wrists, and ankles. Jennifer pulls her glamor back on and steps closer to Derek, searching his eyes for something. He doesn't know what.
''I'll get what I want, Derek. And what I want is power. Power to overthrow those who undermined me. Your Mage and huntress are the first steps.''
Derek roars at her, shocked that he can feel a little strength return to him, and Jennifer takes a startled step back before she smirks. Derek's stomach drops. He really thought he was fighting back her compulsion for a moment.
''Derek, oh , Derek. Your protective streak is showing. Just what I needed. Hold still. This is going to hurt.'' She says with glee before planting her right hand over his heart and her left on his forehead.
Derek feels agony shooting through him and chokes on a scream, his eyes roll back in his head, and it doesn't take long for him to lose consciousness.
His last thoughts are that Stiles and Allison need to be warned as soon as possible. But he doesn't know if he will get the chance.
Stiles's POV;
It's silent in the jeep when they drive back to the house, but Stiles doesn't know how to fix it. He doesn't know what to tell Allison to make it alright. They knew that Derek didn't want them because they were too young or whatever bullshit reason he has, but to jump into bed with their English teacher is something else. And Stiles knows that Derek could've heard them coming. He could've stopped what he was doing before Stiles and Allison would see. He fucking knew and did nothing.
''Stiles, I understand that you're angry, but you need to calm down,'' Allison says in a soft voice. Stiles scoffs.
''Calm down? Angry? Fuck that. I'm furious. And telling someone to calm down when they don't want to is a real stupid thing to do.'' Stiles sneers, knowing he's lashing out, but it just feels like his heart was ripped out, which is ridiculous because they weren't even together with Derek.
His mind keeps flashing to the scene they walked into, miss Blake riding Derek's cock while he was lying on the bed, the glare they received when they walked in and didn't answer his first question. The jealousy he felt for seeing someone else with Derek like this.
Allison is silent for a moment, and Stiles refuses to feel the pack bond to know what she's feeling. ''You're fingers are sparking. That's why you need to calm down.'' She says calmly without even looking at him.
Stiles flushes, fuck. He didn't even notice. He shakes out his hands, but they keep sparking. Thankfully they just arrived home. Jackson already rips the door open, probably feeling what Stiles was feeling, and Stiles feels a little guilty now. He didn't want to project his feelings to his pack. He kneels down to push the excess magic he feels in his hands into the wards around the house, his fingers finally stop glowing, and he calms down a little.
''We're okay,'' Stiles says as soon as Jackson reaches them. Jackson doesn't speak, but scent marks Stiles. ''I just want to sleep,'' Stiles says. The day is finally catching up to him. Jackson nods in agreement and walks to Allison to do the same. He also helps Allison walking. Her pain probably is back, and she's too stubborn to have told him.
Stiles stops for a moment in the kitchen to hug his dad before walking upstairs. Allison does the same with her dad, who is still at their house. He looks a little grumpy, but Stiles can't care about Chris Argent right now.
The whole pack is already in his bed, and Stiles couldn't be happier with them. Without having to tell them anything, they are there for him, and it feels amazing to have them in his life.
It's a freaking tight fit on the bed, so he decides that they need a larger one. He pushes his magic in the bed with the belief of enlarging it and is happily surprised when the bed grows until it's touching both walls. The pack groans in appreciation, and Stiles chuckles before joining them with Allison on the bed.
It doesn't take long before they fall asleep, tired from the exhausting day. Hopefully, tomorrow will be better.
Stiles is on a run through the forest. At first, he's a little surprised because he's all by himself, normally he goes running with his pack. He shrugs and keeps running.
He runs past a big oak tree and feels the magic rolling off it. He stops and smiles because this feels familiar. He plants his hands on the tree but regrets it immediately. Piercing pain wretches itself in his brain, almost knocking him off his feet.
In his mind, he sees flashes of what was and what was to come, and he's disgusted by it. A fire that burns down a house full of people, a rogue wolf killing an Alpha for power in his feral state, a Kanima under control of hunters, multiple Alpha's attacking a smaller pack, a Darach killing thirteen innocent people for a ritual, a Nogitsune slaughtering people to create chaos, assassins hunting supernaturals, dread doctors and chimera's raising hell, the Hunt erasing people from existence and more.
Stiles always knew about Beacon Hills being, well, a beacon, but this is ridiculous. So much hurt and pain is going to happen. He doesn't see the people in the flashes, but his mind is triggered by some of the happenings. He could've sworn that he knows something about a fire and Kanima, but the memories slip away from him.
He rips his hand away from the tree and finds himself panting and kneeling in front of the tree.
''Why did you show me that?'' He grits out, his head still pounding from the onslaught. He is shocked when he gets an answer.
''You've brought change.'' An ethereal voice sounds around him. He looks around and doesn't know where the voice is coming from until a man steps forward.
If Stiles believed that Harry Potter was real, he would've thought Albus Dumbledore stepped forward. This man was only shorter and a lot fatter, but the beard was practically the same. Oh, and he was dressed in a regular sweater and khaki pants instead of in ridiculous purple robes.
The man scowls at Stiles.
''I hate those books and movies. They totally warped the minds of many people of thinking how wizards would live.'' The man grumbles.
''Are you reading my mind?'' Stiles asked, a little perplexed and uncomfortable. ''Of course, lying is dreadful and unnecessary. I want to know upfront what people think of me and if they're going to betray me.''
Stiles's eyebrows rise on his head, and he feels a little like he's being pranked.
''And what do you think of me?'' Stiles asks, too curious for his own good as always. The man looked Stiles up and down and nodded as if deciding something.
''I think you altered the timeline already, for the good of it all. Thank Hecate. But still, bad things will happen. That's why I've decided to show myself to you.''
Stiles frowned and crossed his arms. ''What kind of bad things? And altered the timeline? Do you mean that what you just showed me is a timeline that could've happened?'' He demanded. Suddenly afraid for his pack.
The man smirked at him. ''Don't you want to know who I am before you ask those things?''
Stiles blushed a little because the man was right. The man chuckled before speaking again. ''I'm a wizard who has lived in the Preserve since the early nineteen hundreds. My name is River, and I'm five-hundred years old.''
''Wait, what? How can you be that old?'' Stiles blurted out, making the man scowl at him again. ''You're really rude, do you know that?''
''So I've been told,'' Stiles replies with a smirk. Making River roll his eyes at him.
''Be glad I don't bombard you with other questions. You already know my name, so tell me, what kind of bad things will happen? And you didn't answer the question about the timeline.'' Stiles said, coming back to the point of discussion.
''I can't tell you the future-'' River started, making Stiles splutter. ''-but, I can tell you what is happening right now. The Darach you saw is still active at this moment. It only changed directions when she met you.''
Stiles paled. What he had seen of the Darach was horrible. Why did it change directions because of Stiles?
''As for the timeline question, what the Nemeton and I showed you is indeed an alternative timeline, one that happened because you didn't get your magic powers.''
Stiles flinched. Even if he hasn't had his magic for that long, he couldn't imagine his life without it now. He feels sympathy for the other him, the one that won't have his magic.
''Why didn't I get them?'' He muses out loud while looking at the man, wizard? Well, old dude, at least.
''Because you didn't get the care of your pack, the banshee changed course and saved you from a dreadful future. In the old timeline, Druid Deaton took your magic away before you could develop them further. He made you sacrifice yourself to save your father from the Darach. During the time you were technically dead, he drained your powers so you couldn't use them. It wasn't enough because you still got possessed by the Nogitsune.'' River stated.
Stiles was on the edge of falling into a panic attack. The Nogitsune would have possessed him? No, he could've stopped it. He should've stopped it. And his dad in the hands of the Darach? Technically dead? What the actual fuck!?
Flashes from a tub full of ice, and Scott and Allison drowning next to him, crash through his mind. The hospital slaughter and everything bad happening during the Nogitsune follow it up. Only now he can see his own face on the Nogitsune, feeling its glee in creating chaos. He could even see the people who died. Stiles starts retching when he sees Allison die. Tears are streaming over his face, as in her dying moments, she declares her love to Scott as her first love. It was clear that they didn't share the same bond as they did now, and he mourns the fact. He's even more horrified when he finds out that the Nogitsune was behind her death.
A slap on his cheek brings him back from spiraling any further.
''Ow! What the hell, dude!''
''It isn't going to happen anymore. You already changed it. This is important, so get yourself together.'' River snarled in front of him. Stiles glared but decided that the man was right. He squared his shoulders and hoped he wouldn't have nightmares about what will never happen.
''Fine. What is the Darach's plan?'' Stiles snapped, still irritated at the man.
''She's going to kill you and the huntress, using the other Alpha.''
Stiles flinched again, ''What is she going to do with Derek?'' He said forcefully, wanting to know what could possibly be used against him and Allison. He doesn't want to admit that he also wants to shield Derek from any harm.
''She isn't going to do anything with Derek because she's already done it. She drugged him and uses his body for sex magic. He isn't in control of his body or mind not since about two weeks.'' River states without any emotion.
But Stiles's stomach plummeted. Derek was being used and controlled, and they didn't even notice? What kind of awful person was he. Derek deserved so much better. No wonder he rejected Stiles.
''For Hecate's sake, kid. Focus! You and your pack can still stop her!''
Stiles tries to keep it together, but it's hard. After a couple of minutes, he feels like he's back in control. ''How? What can we do?'' Stiles asks the weird man.
''Come find me when you wake up, then we can get a plan together.'' River says before turning around.
''What? Waking up? But-''
Before Stiles could even finish his sentence, he was pulled back to 'real' consciousness. He woke up panting and clutching his chest in the middle of his bed.
''Stiles? You okay?'' Jackson asked sleepily.
''No. No, fuck no, I'm not okay.'' He pants before bolting out of bed and running to his bathroom before retching again. Images of what happened still plaguing his mind.
He hears his pack gather in the door, Allison is kneeling next to him, rubbing his back to console him, but everything just was so fucking wrong!
''Did you have a nightmare?'' She asked softly.
''I-No, it wasn't a nightmare. It was something else. And it was fucking awful.'' He said with a hoarse voice, his throat hurting from the retching.
''What happened, Stiles?'' Lydia asked with a worried voice. Stiles looked up into her green eyes and felt his tears well up before launching himself at her and hugging her tightly.
''Thank you, thank you, thank you, you saved me.'' He repeats over and over again, shocking the banshee, but she hugged him back firmly. She looked confused to the rest of the pack, who all were shocked by Stiles's weird behavior.
''Why don't we sit down, so you can explain what happened?'' Jackson proposed in a concerned voice.
Stiles nodded and let himself be guided back to the bedroom and onto the bed, where he explained what happened while he was 'sleeping.'
''Lyds, you saved me that day after Jackson's resurrection. If you hadn't come-'' He couldn't even finish his statement, but they all knew now what would've happened. The pack was shocked into silence.
''I knew I did the right thing following the feeling that I needed to be with you. I just didn't realize the expense of why I felt so strongly.'' Lydia said softly, holding Stiles's hand and rubbing her thumb over it.
Stiles chuckled humorlessly, ''Now you do.''
''So what is the plan now?'' Allison asked from her place on the other side of Stiles.
''Tomorrow, I'm going to find River, and after we're going to kill the Darach. That bitch will die from what she did to Derek - what she's still doing to Derek.'' Stiles snarls out.
''We're going with you.'' The pack replies almost immediately. But Stiles waves them off.
''No, you need to go to school. We can't all ditch, plus Blake will be suspicious if we all would be gone. I will explain it to my dad. I also don't trust the man, River. I want to know more about him before I'm going to trust my pack with him.'' Stiles said firmly, not leaving room for argument. The pack didn't like it but agreed.
When Stiles was telling the story to the pack, the memories floated back to his mind, and now he also knew who the Darach really was. Miss Blake, Stiles had already an idea when River told him about the sex magic and the drugged state of Derek, but now he knew it for sure.
It was only three am, but it was clear that the whole pack couldn't sleep anymore. Allison snuggled close to Stiles, holding him while he still cringed about what he had seen. Flashes still plagued him, and he cringed with every new fact he was presented with. He decided against telling the pack everything, like Scott becoming True Alpha because of the magic Deaton would've stolen from Stiles or Jackson moving to London and leaving Lydia. But also Danny, who wouldn't have been included in anything. He had told them about the big lines happening, but not explicitly about the people involved. It gave them a little edge, though, because he believed that Kate was a werejaguar now, as she was in the other line. Gerard was another problem completely, but Stiles believed they could take him when the time came.
''I feel guilty about how we treated him.'' Allison finally said after an hour of silence.
Stiles thought about it for a minute before responding. ''We have nothing to feel guilty about, the situation we found ourselves in was something we could feel angry about, and it's not our fault that that bitch is controlling him. I only feel bad that we can't save him right this minute.''
''Should we tell his pack?'' Lydia asked her Alpha.
Stiles shook his head, ''no, Cora will be too emotional to think rationally and attack her. Derek will be crushed if she's hurt. The same goes for Erica. Boyd and Isaac maybe could keep their cool, but I don't want to risk it.''
''What about Peter?'' Jackson proposed. Stiles scrunched up his nose in distaste.
''He could be useful.'' Lydia mused. ''How so?'' Stiles asked incredulously.
''Think about it. He's a master in manipulation. We could ask him to help.''
Stiles, Danny, Scott, and Allison snorted. ''Why do you think he would help?''
''Because he's not as evil as you think,'' Jackson replied, sounding irritated. Stiles calmed down a bit. ''I know he's your biological dad, but don't expect too much of him, okay?'' Stiles said while looking at the blonde werewolf.
''I talked to him a couple of times, and he was normal, even a little nice,'' Jackson grunted. Stiles could feel his anxiety through the bond, and he felt bad that he made Jackson feel like that.
''To be honest, I've never thought we would describe Peter Hale as 'nice'. But if you two believe he could be useful, I will discuss it with River,'' Stiles said, making Jackson smile at him.
After another hour, Stiles became restless, and the pack kicked him out of bed. ''You're all horrible, horrible, people.'' He grumbled when he was sent downstairs to make an early breakfast.
''You love us!'' Scott yelled after him making Stiles flip him off before he trudged down.
Chris Argent was slumped over the kitchen table with a mug of coffee, and he blinked blearily at Stiles.
''You're early. Is Allison okay?'' The hunter said, sitting up straighter.
''She is. I was just becoming restless, so they kicked me out of my own room.'' Stiles grumbles while starting coffee for himself.
Chris eyed him warily, but Stiles chose to ignore him while he started making breakfast for a couple of hungry wolves.
He was just making up a batch of pancake batter when Chris started talking.
''You know, I hated the fact that Allison joined your pack.''
Stiles stilled and turned slowly to look at the hunter.
''Why?'' Stiles knew goddam well why, but he wanted the hunter to explain it to him so he could stump it back through his bigotted throat.
''Because our family has hunted supernatural creatures, especially were's, for centuries. We've been taught from a young age about how dangerous supernatural creatures are. I don't want Allison to be in any danger.'' He simply stated.
Stiles gave Chris a smirk. ''And why would she be in less danger if she would go hunting for said supernatural creatures?''
Chris glared but didn't respond.
''You know Chris, I want to give you the benefit of the doubt, but I can tell you this if you're going to push Allison to choose between you and the pack, you should know that you're gonna lose her.'' The young Alpha said simply.
Chris sat up a little straighter, ''do you really think she would choose you over her own family?''
''I already know she would. Your family has made some batshit crazy decisions and done some really fucked up shit. Your own sister manipulated her, and when she died, your father stepped in, your wife, her own mother, tried to kill her first boyfriend and killed herself after. What have we done? We're surviving and saving the people in this town before something bad can happen to them. We're the good guys, but because we're supernatural, you are biased against us, but even you need to admit that everything my pack did the last couple of months was for the good of the town. And yes, we're supernatural. I'm a human Alpha, and your daughter is my left hand, all her friends are in this pack, and we fight for each other. I would die for her, just like she would do for me.''
Chris stared at Stiles, but Stiles refused to look away first. The Alpha in him wouldn't let the hunter intimidate him. Stiles took a sip of his coffee and just stared right back. After five minutes, it became a little ridiculous, and it seemed that Chris finally started to break.
''You would die for her?''
''For my whole pack, but you and I both know that she's special to me. I would do everything in my power to protect her.'' Stiles resolutely answered before turning back to finish making breakfast.
''Good to know-'' Chris mused, ''-but why did you call yourself a human Alpha? We both know you're more than that.''
Stiles slowed down for a moment before responding. He didn't actually know if Chris knew what Stiles was.
''You're right. I'm more but still human.''
''If Gerard finds out what you are, he'll use Allison to get to you,'' Chris stated as a fact. Stiles's anger flared up, and he slammed the knife he was holding into the cutting board he was using before turning around with a glare.
''Is this your new plan? I just told you that I would do anything to keep Allison safe, and you try to manipulate me into pushing her away because your fucked up father is still alive and ready to create havoc? Telling me that he'll use Allison to get to me is low. Even for you.'' Stiles snarled.
''I'll do anything to keep Allison safe.'' Chris simply stated.
''Even hurting her more in the process, I see. It appears that you are more like your father than I originally thought. What a shame.''
Chris stood from his seat so fast that the chair fell down with a hard noise. Magic was already gathering in Stiles's hands, and Chris flicked his eyes down before planting his hand on his gun.
''That's enough!'' Allison's snarled from the entrance of the kitchen. The whole pack was behind her. Danny is holding her elbow because she was still hurting from the injury she acquired the day before.
Stiles and Chris both didn't stand down at first, so Allison snarled again. ''Enough. Dad, if you are against my pack, you're against me. I will not repeat myself. The Sheriff already said that I could live here if I ever wanted. If you keep pushing, that is exactly what's going to happen. You'll lose me. I don't want that, and I know you don't want that either. So please, try to accept it.''
Chris's expression softened while looking at his daughter, and it was clear for Stiles that Chris really loved Allison, but even parents can fuck up. Chris's shoulders sagged, and his hand left his gun. Stiles relaxed a little too, his magic dispersed, and his hands weren't glowing anymore.
''I'm sorry, I- it's just hard, everything I've learned from a young age, and you're breaking every rule I've been taught,'' Chris said softly.
Allison nodded and walked up to her father and hugged him. ''I understand, but I don't want to be like Kate or Gerard, or even like mom. I'm making my own choices, and I hope you can trust me when I tell you that I trust everyone in this room. I'm not going to leave them.'' She said with a little moisture in her eyes.
''And we will never leave her,'' Lydia said resolutely while the rest of the pack nodded in agreement.
''I believe you, but that doesn't mean I won't worry,'' Chris stated.
Another snort came from behind the pack, and Stiles's dad walked in, already dressed in his Sheriff's uniform.
''When do we even stop worrying about our kids?'' He said while leveling Chris with a look.
Chris nodded and smirked. ''Fine. I won't do anything to stop you from being in this pack, but please call me whenever you need help.''
''Why do you think I call you when there are dead bodies to clean up?'' Allison replies with a smirk.
Stiles's dad grimaces, but he knows it happens, and you can't really explain a dead body of a supernatural creature when they don't exactly look like humans.
Stiles serves the breakfast that was now ready, and the pack and the fathers attacked it as a bunch of hungry wolves. When Stiles commented on it, though, he got a real death glare from Chris Argent—making Stiles just smirk back at him.
The Sheriff and Argent left the house. First, his dad to go to the station for his shift, and after that, Argent went home so he could freshen up before he started his daily activities.
The pack was hurrying through the house so everybody would be ready on time for class. His dad had already called the office at school to let them know not to expect Stiles today. His dad wasn't exactly fond of the idea of Stiles going into the Preserve alone to find some five-hundred-year-old dude, but he relented when Stiles mentioned the Darach and what was happening with Derek.
His dad had shot a nervous glance at Stiles at that, but Stiles put it aside, worried about how they could stop the Darach and save Derek. And Deucalion was still on the loose, as was Deaton. They now knew that Deucalion has some betas who could come to his aid, so they needed to be careful.
Kali was dead, Ennis was taken into custody by hunters (Stiles really didn't want to know what they would do to the Alpha), the twins were in a human jail but were also being monitored by hunters, so they won't break out. Stiles knew that the people who were pushed into corners lashed out the hardest. They needed to be cautious if they would see Deucalion again.
And Deaton, Stiles wasn't sure, but he was positive that Deaton wasn't even remotely as good in magic as Stiles was. So Stiles was pretty sure he could take Deaton without any trouble, but he refused to underestimate the man. He had shown that he could be manipulative and dangerous. Just see what he did to Scott.
''See you tonight, okay?'' Allison said softly when the pack spilled out the house after scent-marking Stiles.
''Yeah, I will try and keep you updated through the day. I hope I find the man.'' Stiles replied while taking Allison in his arms for a hug and a kiss.
''If anyone can, it's you, didn't you tell us that he has lived in the Preserve for like a hundred years but never came out? He came out of hiding for you.'' She said with a soft smile, Stiles thought about it, and Allison was right. The man had reached out because he was sure it was necessary.
''And he wants you to find him, so maybe he will make it hard on you like some kind of test, but you're Stiles Stilinski, Alpha Genim, you are special.''
Stiles blushed under the praise but held Allison a little tighter before kissing her again. When the pack was also gone, Stiles hurried through his morning routine before setting off to the Preserve, he thought about using his jeep, but he wanted to walk for some reason. So that's exactly what he did.
He walked through the Preserve and was surprised by how his magic reacted. It felt content as if Stiles was in the right place. He kept following his magic, for some reason sure that it would guide him to the right pad and to River.
When he came into the clearing with the Nemeton, Stiles immediately went to the tree, he wanted to push a little magic into the tree, but remembering his dream, he hesitated with touching the bark. The Nemeton was not like in his dream though, that Nemeton had been huge. The real one is not like that. At least not yet.
He just decided that he could touch the Nemeton when a voice sounded behind him.
''You've been healing the Nemeton. When it's back to his original health, it will attract more magic to it. Witches, elves, pixies, you can expect a lot more magical encounters in the future.''
''River, I thought you would make it harder for me to find you,'' Stiles said without turning around.
River was silent for a moment before replying. ''I didn't see a reason to, come on, we have much to discuss.''
Stiles turned around and followed the man without a second thought. He was still wary of the man, but he needed to help Derek. No matter what.
He only hoped he wouldn't be stabbed in the back again, as he was with Griselda.
Jup, this one hurt writing! But I hoped you all enjoyed it!
Poor Derek! I just want to bundle him up in a blanket and give him some hot chocolate.
xxMBlack93