Stiles had gotten home somehow though he wasn't quite sure how he had managed to find his jeep let alone drive it, and yet there he was standing in the only home he had ever known. The home that held the memory of not only one but two lost parents now. He could feel the grittiness of the blood long since dried on his fingers, but he didn't bother washing it away. Instead with bleary eyes he went straight to his room pulling the bag of Mountain Ash that Deaton had given him from his closet. There was no doubt in his mind that Derek and his pack would show up sooner or later in some misguided attempt to comfort him. Stiles didn't want their fucking comfort, he didn't need it. What he needed was to get ready.
At seventeen he technically wasn't a legal adult, but ever prepared he had copies of any and all paperwork needed along with phone numbers to attorneys who specialized in cases where there are no living relatives but the child is allowed legal emancipation. As much as he had hoped to never lose his father Stiles knew the dangers that came with being Sheriff even in a town like Beacon Hills, so he made sure that his dad's life insurance policy was substantial. It didn't take long to line the doors and windows and part of him didn't want to shut them out but a larger part was raging that they had kept secrets from him. They hadn't trusted him enough and now he had no one, he was no one.
There was a newly opened bottle of Jack in the kitchen, and any other day Stiles would have been equal parts disappointed and frustrated that his father was drinking so much. Not today though, today Stiles gave thanks that he had something to take the edge off if even for a little while. Taking a gulp straight out the bottle Stiles barely felt the burn, distracted by the knocking he could hear coming from upstairs. No doubt it was Scott at his bedroom window, and while that should have made him glad that his friend cared enough to check on him all he felt was anger.
Slamming the bottle down onto the kitchen table Stiles threw open the door to the hallway closet punching in the code to the gun safe without hesitation hauling out the double barrel shotgun and box of shells full of wolfsbane that he had made himself. He knew Scott wasn't alone out there, he wasn't sure how he knew but he could feel it. What most of them didn't know was Stiles was an ace with a gun, especially a shotgun. Skeet shooting had been one of his favorite father son activities, and he was good at it. He hadn't cared for hunting. Killing anything really wasn't something he had ever enjoyed. In that moment though, with his shotgun in hand, with the knowledge that none of them except Scott would think he was capable of actually hitting his target let alone the aconite he had stuffed into the shells Stiles knew he could easily kill Derek. One well placed shot to the chest and there would be one less Alpha in the world.
Every wolf could feel it as they hovered outside the house, unsure if they were welcome but unable and unwilling to leave their pack mate alone in the roiling cloud of sadness so strong they had first felt it when turning onto the street. Yet the house was silent. There were no choking sobs or movement of any kind. All there was, was a steady heartbeat as proof that Stiles was inside. As Scott went around the house to the bedroom window the rest of the wolves waited listening carefully from the front yard. Derek felt uneasy, something was wrong he just didn't know what and it was making his hackles rise. Jackson's quiet voice broke Derek from his thoughts, "It's too quiet Derek. Stilinski is in there, even when he's trying to be sneaky he's not quiet. Something's wrong." Jackson was right, Stiles should be hysterical. His focus snapped to Scott with a glare as he made his way back towards them anxiety seeping off of him. "There's mountain ash blocking his window. I can't get in." Placing what he hoped was a comforting hand on Scott's shoulder Derek managed to make it exactly one step closer to the house before the front door slammed open revealing Stiles aiming a shotgun at his chest.
Derek had never seen the boy look menacing before and it made him stop short at the look in Stiles eyes his father's blood still smudged along his face. Like he was daring Derek to make another move, daring him to give him a reason to shoot. "I suggest you and your pack of mangy fucking mutts get the hell off my property." Derek knew his eyes were flaring red when he heard the choked out whimper from Isaac who despite all his posturing was still the most sensitive member of the pack. "I know you're angry Stiles but you can't speak to your Alpha like that. Now break the line and put that goddamn gun down before you hurt yourself." He was so sure Stiles would just give in, that even in his anger he just needed a push for the damn to break, for his grieving to start. He would have never guessed Stiles aim would just lower slightly instead managing to squeeze the trigger with a practiced grace before Derek could make a move to avoid getting hit.
The pain hit Derek first as he fell back against the slightly damp grass grasping at his thigh in disbelief. The smell hit him second and he let loose a enraged howl at the familiar scent of wolfsbane. "You don't get to tell me what to do anymore Derek. You're not my Alpha." There were quiet gasps all around, because there were no blips, no stutters, just the steady beat of the truth. "None of you trusted me enough to tell me what was going on. I didn't matter because you didn't need my help. Your incompetence cost me EVERYTHING! He was the only family I had left and he's gone now."
"Stiles please, we didn't think it was important. We didn't want to worry you over nothing." With a snort of indignation Stiles turned his attention to Scott, but there was no affection in his gaze only a cold recognition. "Oh please. Spare me your half assed excuses Scott. We all know I was always the odd man out. You all look down your noses at me, and for what? Being human. At least I'm not a fucking affront to nature." Scott visibly flinched at that, from the beginning Stiles had always insisted regardless of the circumstance that the bite was a gift not something to be resented but embraced.
Staring down at Derek with such hatred and disgust that it made Derek's heart clench with regret Stiles pulled a shell from his pocket tossing it at the older man. "This is the last time I help you." Surprising everybody Jackson rushed up the porch steps stopping only when the ash line refused to let him go any further. Ignoring the shotgun pointed unwaveringly at his chest Jackson as he let out a high pleading whine. "Don't do this Stiles. Please I'll do whatever you want. You want the wolf who did this? I'll help you! I'll make them suffer. I know how to make it hurt, being the kanima taught me that much."
Derek knew Jackson had a soft spot for Stiles especially after he learned how he had tried to keep him from hurting people as a his lizard counterpart. More so when he heard how Stiles was the only reason Lydia made it in time to save him. After Jackson was just a werewolf and no longer the kanima the only person who didn't shy away from him was Stiles. Jackson was still an asshole, but everybody was so used to it by now that they rarely took offense to anything that came out of his mouth. Everybody was shocked at the sincerity of his words, and Derek could see a sort of softening in Stiles eyes at the plea. "Jackson we both know you wouldn't leave your pack, Lydia. That you won't disobey your Alpha. And as much as you deny it I know how much you never want to hurt anyone, not if you can help it." A sob escaped the blue eyed wolf as he dropped to his knees looking up at Stiles, "I would. I would do it if you asked me to. If it was what you needed."
Ok peoples vote it out. Do you want Stiles to say yes or no to Jackson's help.