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Chapter 34
Stiles
It took a while to get Jackson to come back downstairs, but I soon persuaded him. Of course I made it clear to the others not to ask about what had happened, though I did text Lydia explaining what happened, since I promised I'd let her know.
However, Lydia being Lydia showed everyone – apart from Derek and Peter, since they weren't there at the time – the text... Well, it was better than all of them bugging Jackson and pissing him off.
What I didn't expect to happen, though, was for Jackson to then stay within three feet of me. I didn't really mind all that much, now I knew that I could help and there was a real person underneath the front Jackson put up around people... I would help where I could and I wouldn't push them away...
I knew what that felt like, to be on your own with no one being willing to help you out, or to pull you out of the hole you're stuck in.
Because of the ten of them, I knew what it was like to have someone on your side, to be a shoulder to cry on, to be a rock and someone to trust.
If I could, I would be that for all of them. I would be their shoulder to cry on. I would be their someone to trust. I would be their someone on their side, if no one else was.
So, I wasn't going to try and avoid Jackson. I wasn't going to push him away, like I assume some would. I was going to indulge Pup-Number-Two – or PNT – and give him that person to cling to and talk to. I mean, sure, he talks to the others, but I'm not sure how many people he's told all the things he said to me in his and Lydia's room.
I had told Jackson of our findings before we had gone downstairs, just so he was caught up.
The whole time the eleven of us spoke about the Spirit Witch, he sat on the floor nearest to me, with Lydia next to him.
I made a conscious effort to make sure that Jackson was getting and being involved in conversations going on around the living room, just so I could start getting those ridiculous thoughts of him not belonging out of his head.
I just wish the topic of conversation wasn't this one.
"I wouldn't be able to cope with it again." Erica sighed, shaking her head. "Not after knowing what this feels like."
"If I had the choice again, I'd choose this. Definitely." Boyd nodded.
"I don't see how people can deal with it." Lydia said.
"Well, it's easy if it's all you've known." Allison mused.
"Hey, Stiles... What's it like for you to be human now?" Danny asked, leaning back into the couch cushions as Isaac rested his head on Danny's shoulder.
Yeah.
The subject of this conversation was about the fact that my wolf and fox were gone, the fact that I was now human and how they would feel if they were human again.
But they wanted me to tell them what it was like?
They wanted someone, who had been a werewolf-fox all his life to tell them what it was like to be human now. To have a part of you taken away in a blink of an eye.
I could only try and explain that.
"Painful." I said, slowly. "Not because what I used to do before hurts more now, but it physically hurts that they're gone. When the Spirit Bitch told me I would die from this, she wasn't kidding, because I can feel it happening, and it's not a nice feeling."
Running a hand through my hair, I looked up to the ceiling.
"I know what it feels like to almost die. I almost died the day before I left Dallas and came here. I've been put into comas and the plug almost had to be pulled because I was out for so long. But this hurts so much more. It feels like a bullet ripping through you in slow motion, and I know what that feels like at normal speed." I continued, pace speeding up as I said more. "It feels like two thirds of myself have been ripped away, like I've lost parts of myself and all that's left is a...shell. I feel empty and alone and weak."
Closing my eyes as tight as I could, I leaned my head back until it was resting on the back of the couch, rubbing a hand over my face.
"I have lost the only thing left that connects me to my mom; the only thing that made me...just the tiniest bit special." I sighed. "Losing that means I've lost her completely. Losing that feels like I have no use anymore, that I shouldn't even bother anymore. Don't get me wrong, I don't want to die... But I just wonder what the point is if I'm just this broken, empty shell."
Lifting my head up, I just stared at the carpet, avoiding looking at anyone.
I mean, this was the first time I had mentioned any of this to any of them...
"And that's what I am: broken. I have anger issues, a messed up life from the age of fourteen and up, I annoy anyone I come into contact with, I flinch when someone so much as stands too close or raises their voice just a smidge, I cringe away from belts and sharp knives if I'm not the one holding them..." I finished. "And being turned into a human just adds to all of that crap."
Ever so slightly, Jackson leaned to the side, pushing against my left leg.
Looking down, I saw the pup looking up at me with a kind of understanding, empathetic smile... And, even though I was grateful, it hurt. Hurt that I was getting empathy off of the kid I was earlier trying to consol.
A few hours later, all Betas were in bed, leaving the two Hales and me in the living room.
Everything was silent until we were sure that all doors had been closed, but even afterwards none of us spoke.
Peter and Derek sat there looking at me, while I sat there ringing my hands.
During the few hours that everyone was together, Jackson was only a part of two conversations out of the twenty four that had occurred.
But no one noticed, except me.
I was the only one in the whole house that had realised, and I was the only one that noticed the way Jackson held himself throughout the whole of that time...
I was seriously starting to doubt that this was a perfectly functioning Pack.
"Stiles, if you need to talk about what's happened to you, you can speak to us." Peter said.
But I was in no mood to talk about me right now... So I did one of the things I did best.
"How come no one treats Jackson like Pack?" I demanded, looking at the two for the first time since I had come back downstairs with Jackson. "He's a part of your Pack, so why isn't he treated like that all the time?"
"What are you talking about? Of course he is." Derek protested.
"If he is, then why did he tell me that it felt like he was being included, for once, after I gave him a nickname? Why did he tell me that, to all of you, he'll just be a 'slimy, scaly lizard'? Why does he feel like he doesn't fit anywhere and sometimes thinks he should leave, even though he really doesn't want to?"
Derek and Peter both kind of froze where they were, blinking owlishly.
I knew I shouldn't get angry, even if they should have caught it... But I just hated when someone felt so worthless, especially when that someone happened to be a person I had started to grow fond of.
"I'm pretty sure that if Jackson was Pack, he wouldn't feel like that. Barely anyone includes him in anything other than Puppy Piles and training and going after another Big Bad." I told them. "That's it, nothing else. He just wants to be accepted and to belong. That's something obvious to expect from a kid who, at the age of sixteen/seventeen, found out he was adopted!"
Yawning slightly after a moment of silence, I shook my head and left the two Hales a bit stunned in the living room, making my way up the stairs and to my room.
Thursday 20th, while the Betas were at the university, Peter and Derek decided it would be a great day to just go out walking. Just take a break from all the research and get some fresh air.
I didn't know where we were going, I was just following Derek and Peter through the forest.
I didn't pay attention to where we were going, just kept my eyes to the ground and tried not to fall over or lose them. I only looked up when I saw a carving on a tree:
D.H
G.S
Monday, May 31st 1999 =^-_-^=
Thing was, I remembered the day we carved that...
And, because of that, I knew where these two were going.
FLASHBACK: Monday, May 31st 1999 – Derek POV
I woke up, smiling, when I realised what day it was. I pretty much jumped out of bed, quickly brushed my teeth and pulled on the first lot of clothes I pulled out of my wardrobe, before racing downstairs. Everyone else was already awake, eating breakfast... I just ran straight past them, heading for the door. Pulling on my sneakers and grabbing a jacket I went to sit on the front porch to wait.
It wasn't my fault I was excited. I mean, it wasn't every day that we had a picnic, especially with friends outside of the Pack! Especially friends as good as these ones! Yeah, I know, kind of strange that a ten-almost-eleven year old boy is excited about going on a picnic, but it was going to be fun! Well...one person in particular is going to make it fun for me. Just like they do every time they're round. Is it obvious that I'm talking about Genim – or as some people call him, Stiles? I didn't like people calling him Stiles...it didn't sound right. Claudia, mom and me were the only ones left that actually called him Genim anymore, but I was the only one allowed to call him 'Gen'. Like he was the only one allowed to call me 'Der'.
So, yeah, I was excited. So, I sat there on the front porch, waiting for Claudia to pull up in front of the house. I was not going to move from this spot until they arrived.
(Later on)
"Dad, can't you put the camera away?!" I complained, turning my back on my father.
Honestly, I loved the guy, but he was so damn annoying with that stupid thing!
"Come on, Derek, just turn around." dad laughed.
"Eugh! Mom, Uncle Peter! Tell dad to stop it!" I groaned.
All I heard was mom laughing, before she and Uncle Peter grabbed me from behind, hugging me close, dragging me up to my feet as they turned me to face dad. Damn tag team! It was only seconds before Laura and Cora bounded over, helping them restrain me as dad tried to film me.
Honestly, they had collected enough footage of me over the – almost – eleven years I had been alive, they didn't need any more! Besides, why did we need to bring the camera if we were just going to a nearby field or having a picnic, with Claudia and Genim?
Speaking of, it was then I heard the sound of Claudia's car. The soft rumble of the engine distracted them all enough for me to escape. I ran towards the car as it started to pull up, diving behind Claudia as she stepped out of the vehicle.
"Hello to you too, Derek." Claudia laughed.
I liked Claudia; she was a nice woman, always smiling. She was smart and bubbly; I was glad she and my mom were friends.
"Hi." I panted. "They're trying to film me, again."
"Well, that doesn't sound too bad." she smiled.
"Have you met my family?!"
Claudia just continued to laugh, putting her arm around me and giving me a small hug. It wasn't long after she let go that I felt something clinging to my leg. I grinned as I lifted up the four-almost-five year old kid.
"Hey, G-man." I said.
"Hi, Der!" Genim beamed. "Der, where we goin' again? I forget."
"You forgot? How could you forget, I thought you were intelligent?"
"I am, meany wolf!"
"Love you too, Gen."
(Later on)
I liked the field. It was peaceful. Well, until you put the Pack and Genim in it – Claudia wasn't too loud. I mean, the Pack was huge: mom, dad, Laura, Cora, Uncle Peter, Jonas, Layla, Aunt Silvia, Uncle James, Cousin Simon, Alexandra, Nathan and me. Thirteen of us, plus Claudia and Genim...that made for a noisy field. But it was just too hard to be annoyed when you had a hyperactive four-almost-five year old running around and dragging you in every direction possible!
"Aren't you tired?" I laughed, as Genim dragged me towards the lake.
"Nu uh!" he giggled. "Come on, Der!"
Rolling my eyes, I lifted the kid up, moving him around until he was on my back.
"Hold on tight." I grinned, before running towards the water. "And dad, turn of that damn camera!"
"Never!" dad yelled after me.
I rolled my eyes as Genim giggled, doing as I said and holding on tight, Wolfy being gripped in his right hand. All I could hear was the sound of Genim's laughter and the wind rushing past my face. I loved the feel of the wind as I ran, especially on a full moon night. It was one of those things that made feel calm, that helped me centre myself.
I slowed down as we neared the edge of the water. Even though Genim always held on tight, like I said, he always found a way to fly into the water whenever I stopped. Stopping slowly was the only way to make sure he would stay safe and dry. Besides, he would probably hurt himself and cry... I didn't like it when he cried...
When I finally stopped, Genim practically jumped off of my back and ran further towards the water. He stopped a foot in front of it, dropping down – literally – to sit at the edge and throw stones at the blue looking liquid. Shaking my head, I walked over, sitting next to him. Every time we came to this particular field, this is what we always ended up doing. While everyone else was playing or talking or whatever, Genim and I were always sitting in this exact spot by the lake. I always looked forward to these days.
"Hey, Der?" Genim questioned, voice high with wonder. "This our field, yeah?"
"Yeah, I guess so." I nodded.
"We mark field?"
"Mark in what way? We can't rub our faces all over it, and I am not peeing everywhere!"
The kid next to me just giggled, climbing onto my lap and facing me, rolling his eyes at me.
"Not likes that, silly wolf." Genim grinned. "Momma said her and daddy carved names in tree. We do that too?"
And that wasn't actually a bad idea...
Mom had told me how she and dad carved their names into one of the trees near the house – the put it in a heart, bleugh – and added the names of everyone in our Pack around it.
One with just Genim and me could be quiet cool.
"You know what... I think we should." I smiled. "Come on, let's go find a tree."
(At the edge of the field, a short while away from the Hale Pack)
Standing in front of the tree, I extended the claw of my right index finger.
"Ok, you tell me what to write." I said, making sure Genim stayed on my back.
That's how we ended up with:
D.S
G.S
Monday, March 31st 1999 =^-_-^=
After I had carved it, I retracted the claw, using that hand and arm to adjust the weight of the kid on my back, making sure he didn't fall as we looked at our carving.
"How does that look?" I asked, turning my head slightly to look at him.
"Awesome!" he grinned, burying his face into my shoulder. "Hey, Der?"
"Yeah, Gen?"
"We best friends right?"
"Of course!"
"We be best friends forever?"
"We'll be best friends five-ever."
END OF FLASHBACK: Back to Thursday, March 20th 2014 – Stiles' POV
Smiling slightly, I couldn't help but take my phone out of my pocket, taking a picture of the fifteen year old carving.
Even if I did die, at least the memory was still on my phone.
"You never did tell me what that weird thing after the nineteen-ninety-nine was." Derek's voice suddenly said from behind me. "Wondering know if I'm ever going to find out.
Grinning slightly, I turned my head around to face the wolf.
"It's a representation on a wolf in symbol form." I chuckled.
"Only you." Peter sighed. "Only you."
The three of us were just lounging around in the field, sitting by the river, just like old times.
I told them more about what Jackson had told me.
They told me that they would fix the problem.
They told me things they remembered from years ago.
I told them things that I remembered from years ago.
We just talked. Something that I had missed being able to do with someone ever since my mom had died.
"Oh, isn't that sad. Thinking about dear, old, mommy." a sickly sweet voice sneered. "Man, I should have killed you when I had the chance! All you do is whinge, whinge, fucking whinge!"
Leaping up, I span around to come face to face with – you guessed it – the Spirit bitchy Witch!
"You!" I growled.
Before I could say anything else, Derek ran past me, charging at the witch.
All she did was float on into the forest, Derek disappearing behind her.
This was bad.
This was very, very bad!
I couldn't run after them, I wasn't fast enough. I would get tired way too fast.
But Peter...
Peter...
"Why didn't you stop him?!" I yelled, spinning around to face Peter. "Why didn't you hold him back?!"
"Stiles, calm down, he'll be fine." Peter tried, stepping forward.
"No! She could kill him! No, no, no. Not again!"
Everything Peter said next fell upon deaf ears, my mind in too much of a panic to make any sense of it.
"We have to go after him – you have to go after him." I said. "Let me get on your back."
"Excuse me?!" Peter spluttered.
"I can't keep up; you'll have to carry me. Now, stay still!"
This was going to be interesting as well as frightening.
Peter followed Derek's scent through the woods, but it kept taking us in different directions.
We just couldn't find the right place.
Anything could have happened to Derek. The witch would have done anything to him.
The witch could have killed him and... I don't know!
I just wanted to find him and be sure that Derek's alright!
I had a bad feeling, and those feelings were never good. Well, obviously, otherwise it wouldn't be a 'bad feeling'.
And then we heard it...
The scream...
Peter froze as both of our heads picked up and faced to the right, back towards the house.
"MUSH!" I yelled, tapping Peter's head.
In any other situation, I'm pretty sure Peter would have sassed or have thrown me onto the ground... Right now, I was so glad he just took what I threw at him.
Peter ran through the forest, dodging through trees and jumping over branches. The wind rushed by, faster and faster as the screams got louder and louder...
"Can't you go any faster?!" I yelled over the wind.
"Not unless you want to shove a rocket up my ass!" Peter snapped.
"Just keep running!"
I jumped off of Peter's back the moment we reached the edge of the forest and the house was in sight.
Derek lay right at the edge of the porch, on the ground, bleeding.
Just bleeding.
I didn't even notice that I had ran all the way to him, until I was standing just metres away, taking in how bad the damage really was... And, let me tell you, it was bad.
Blood everywhere.
Obvious broken bones.
Bruises.
Maybe a mild concussion...
"We need to get him inside." I said.
Before I could even move, Peter had already got Derek standing, helping his nephew into the house.
"Lay him down on the couch, I'll be right back." I muttered, running into one of the downstairs bathrooms.
Opening the cabinet under the sink, I couldn't find the first aid kit... And that was where it usually was.
It wasn't in the cabinet over the sink.
It wasn't under or on anything.
It was literally nowhere.
So, I ran back out, flying into the kitchen to see if it was misplaced in there.
That happened a lot, actually, but only if it was Scott or Isaac that had used it. It was kind of funny the first time that had happened. Since I was a slower healer, I needed to clean my wounds out and bandage them up for a bit... One time, I was changing some bandages, but I couldn't find the kit, and it turned out Scott had gotten it out and left it in the kitchen, because he had been trying to make Boyd a mummy in his sleep...
Even though Scott had put everything back into the kit, he just didn't put the kit back in its usual place.
Something like that must have happened again because, on the kitchen counter, was the first aid kit. I grabbed that bag so fast and ran back in to the living room as if lightning was about to strike, I swear I felt something click!
I skidded into the living room, most likely leaving marks on the floor, jumping over Peter's legs so I was next to Derek's stomach.
"You need to hold him down." I panted, unzipping the first aid kit.
"Wh-What? Wh-Why?" Peter stuttered, worriedly.
"Because Derek might go into Alpha defence mode while I'm trying to help him, and I'd rather not get my throat ripped out."
Without another word, the older Hale moved so he had a good hold on his nephew, so none of us would get hurt, but so I could still help the Alpha out.
"The witch has this...effect on werewolves." I said as I worked. "The healing takes longer and the wounds can get infected if not treated properly. We'll have to keep an eye on him, change the bandages every hour, and make sure he's taking something for the pain if it gets too much. So, you need to tell me if he's lying about the pain."
I saw Peter nod out of the corner of me eye, but never once did I actually look away from what I was doing.
"How much does Derek like this shirt?" I asked.
"Old. Doesn't care." Peter mumbled.
Nodding, I took out the scissors, cutting away the fabric so I could get at his wounds.
I expected it to be bad, but I didn't think I'd see six diagonal deep claw marks overlapping six other claw marks going in the opposite diagonal direction, forming an 'X' over his chest and stomach.
This was going to be long.
It took three hours before Derek was patched up, calm and conscious.
He had apologised for the eighteen times he tried attacking me – not that he knew it was me.
He told us nothing on what the witch had told him when it was just the two of them.
He refused to tell me the truth as to whether he was in pain or not – thanks to Peter, I knew every time he was lying and was able to get him to take the pills. However, he was strangely pliant every time I changed his bandages...
Strange wolf...
"Peter, I think you should go lay down, you don't look too good." I said as the two of us took the plates from lunch out to the kitchen. "I'll keep an eye on the Sourwolf."
"No, I'm..." Peter started.
"If you say fine, then I will drag you up there myself."
"I won't be long."
"Take as much time as you need."
We put the plates into the sink before the eldest Hale headed for the stairs, taking a glass of water with him. I grabbed two sodas from the fridge before I headed back into the living room to face the world's most difficult patient ever.
Derek was lying on the couch, head propped up on a pillow against the arm of it. I refused to let him sit up, should he aggravate his wounds and start bleeding more than he already was.
I sat on the floor, leaning back against the couch, near Derek's legs, placing both cans on the coffee table in front of me.
"Next time, doesn't go after her." I told him. "But thank you."
"Next time she won't get me." Derek said, voice sounding so sure. "And there is nothing you have to thank me for, Gen."
Friday 21st – only three days until I was dead.
I was sleeping more, eating less... Derek was waking me up every hour just to check that I was still alive, and when he did I changed his bandages.
I had found that sleep actually helped Sourwolf heal, just like it did with Isaac months ago when he was attacked by Chase... So, we decided that, every time I was going to sleep, so would he. If we managed it, then Peter would be the one to wake me up every hour.
Right now was a time when I was trying to get some sleep again. But, of course, that was when she – I think I needed to find out her name, just so I could hate it – decided to make an appearance.
"Hey, you don't look too good. And neither does Derek." she giggled. "You ready to see another pretty picture?"
Oh fuck.
She sealed my mouth shut, without using anything, so I couldn't scream and paralyzed me, so I couldn't move for a second time.
This time, I didn't fight against it, knowing that it would happen anyway.
"Sleep. See what you could have had if you were normal." she said, her voice fading away.
WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN: Alternate Friday, March 21st 2014
So, this was strange. Like, reallystrange. But then it probably always is when you're helping family members you've never met before move from an upstairs apartment to an apartment downstairs, in the same building.
Dad and I had taken the hour and eight minute drive over to Chico, during the summer – Friday, March 21st 2014 –, to help dad's cousin James, and James' son Oscar, who dad hadn't seen in eighteen years. James – or should I say, Uncle James – was around dad's height, had blonde hair and brown eyes, slim and was a year younger than dad. He worked in a pharmacy – exciting... Oscar was just shorter than me, but was a year older than me – so, he was nineteen. He had dirty blonde hair with green eyes...
Green eyes.
Derek.
That was the only thing I could think of when I saw or heard the words green eyes. It wasn't my fault though! It's was Derek's fault for having such beautiful green eyes! And that sounded a lot less girly in my head. Thank God it was in my head.
Dad and I had been helping the two move from nine thirty that morning, and it had only just gone eleven forty two. The four of us had gotten a load of the little stuff moved, leaving things like the couch and beds and stuff until last. It wasn't really as bad as I thought it would be though... And it was nice getting to know more people from the family. Uncle James seemed like a cool guy, I guess. I hadn't really formed much of an opinion on him, the same with Oscar. But they seemed like alright people... But I couldn't help but feel like there was something...something else. And I didn't know if it was good or bad...
Anyway, I was taking a box downstairs at around eleven fifty, walking down three flights of stairs to get to the new apartment. The box was big, obstructing my view of the stairs and floor, something that should have warned me that this was going to end badly.
Nope.
I decided to carry it down anyway.
And it was all going good.
Until I reached the last flight of stairs.
I had gotten, about, half way down. Everything was fine; I hadn't tripped or dropped the box. So far, I wasn't being my usual clumsy and annoying self. I thought that, maybe just for once, some higher power – that thought shouldmake me worried... – was giving me the chance to be, oh I don't know, normal?
Of course, I realised I had spoken too soon when as soon as I had stepped over the halfway point of the stairs, I stepped on something uneven, causing my to make the box fly out of my hands and make me fall after it. I only had enough time to drag in a shocked breath of air before I was tumbling towards the hard tiled floor, about to land on the steps before – possibly – impaling myself on the cutlery at the bottom – of course it would be cutlery, why wouldn't it?!
I didn't even hear the crash of the box landing in the ground or the contents of it spilling across the floor... Just like my blood would be, once my head hit the ground. And wasn't that just a great way to die. Or become more of a liability to the Pack. Or just show people how utterly useless I was?
I thought for sure that there was no way in hell that I was going to get out of this one without hurting myself.
Well, that's what I thought.
But I never reached the bottom.
It was only when I realised I was still conscious and intact that I noticed this. And it was also then that I realised someone had hold of me, their arms around my waist. Rather embarrassed, I lifted my head out of their muscled chest, about to apologise, when I recognised the amused look on the person's face.
"Derek!" I grinned.
"Can't let you out of my sight for a minute, can I?" Derek chuckled, pulling me closer – since he had righted me before I noticed someone had grabbed me.
"Hey, that was the first time since we got here!"
Derek just smiled, laughing, keeping his arms around me. Ever since we got together just over a year ago, at the beginning of last summer – I know, long time right –, Derek had relaxed a lot. All of us saw the difference between the Derek we all used to know, the one that had started the Pack off, to the Derek we knew now, the one that had figured out how to be a great Alpha – with a little help from us – and now had a perfectly functional Pack.
He wasn't that much of a sour wolf now, either... But I still called him Sourwolf, it had sentimental value... Besides, he looked like a cute angry puppy each time I called him that now, and I was starting to sound like a girl in my head again.
"So, what are you doing here?" I asked, arms slipping around his neck as I looked down at him – I was on one of the steps still. "Were you missing Stiles?"
Derek growled quietly – not threatening, he would never threaten his Mate (and boyfriend, though they were the same thing) –, but the blush high on his cheeks told me I was spot on. Yeah, I know, Derek actually blushednow! Amazing, huh? Derek hated it though, hated that I could make him do it at anytime – like he could with me. Though I was nice and tried to refrain from doing so around the Pack.
"Was missing you too, Sourwolf." I laugh.
Leaning forward, I chastely pressed our lips together, pulling back to just grin at him.
With another growl, Derek surged forwards, pressing an almost bruising kiss to my lips. It was an almost instant and natural reaction to let Derek take control and push his tongue into my mouth. It was just that thing that felt right to do and always felt right when it was happening.
I didn't actually realise until I was sitting on something cold that Derek had picked me up easily and moved me. I went from standing on the last step of the stairs, to sitting on the top of this small table that was just the right height.
Derek kept his arms around me, pulling me closer, until I was right near the edge of the table.
"Show off." I mumbled, still grinning, as my right hand slipped up into his hair.
Derek just did this weird happy growl thing he did that was always just a little cute... Shut up, I didn't think that, no proof! Ish...
We just continued with the sucking of faces, blocking out everything else around us. Nothing could ruin this moment.
"What the fuck is this?!"
Except that.
Derek and I broke apart, turning our heads towards the stairs. Standing at the top, looking down at us, was dad, Uncle James and Oscar...
Now, I was fine about dad, he already knew about me and Derek, and he knew that Derek had told me no sex until I was eighteen when we had first started dating. Dad was the first person I told I was gay and was the first person to accept.
Uncle James and Oscar on the other hand... The two looked disgusted! I felt Derek growl and tense up, obviously smelling their true thoughts on what they were seeing with us. I knew there was something I was missing with those two... And it turned out to be bad.
"Thatis no nephew of mine!" James spat. "No nephew of mine would be a fag!"
I wasn't fast enough to grab onto Derek, the Alpha wolf sprinting up the stairs until he was face to face with the guy.
Derek started to back James up, forcing both him and Oscar back into the wall.
I couldn't get off that table and up those stairs fast enough...
As soon as I reached the top, I grabbed Derek's hand, tugging, until he turned to face me. His eyes went red as soon as they saw me – thank God dad knew about werewolves!
"Derek, calm down." I told him, wide eyed. "It's ok."
"Like hell it is!" James yelled. "You are a disgrace! Filthy!"
I should have been watching dad...
I didn't even see dad move.
But, next thing I knew, dad had punched James, his eyes on fire with anger.
"Don't you daretalk about my son like that!" dad roared – never had I seen him so furious. "You know, James; I think I've remembered why we stopped speaking. You never accepted things you didn't agree with. Not even Claudia and me, which was why we never invited you to our wedding! Or to see Stiles when he was born. Or to Claudia's funeral!"
By this time, Oscar had run back inside the apartment. I could see him hiding just around the door.
James just looked panicked and scared.
"How dare youhave the audacity to think you could judge my son! You are a pathetic man, James. And I wish Stiles never had the displeasure of meeting you!" dad growled. "Come on, Stiles, Derek, we're leaving."
(Back at the Stilinski House)
Back home, Derek waited upstairs in my room, while dad and I spoke in the kitchen.
Even though we both knew Derek could still hear us, all three of us liked to pretend sometimes.
Dad had gotten a beer out of the fridge, taking only a sip before just leaving it on one of the coasters on the table. He always did that when he was agitated...
"Dad? Stupid question I know but...are you ok?" I asked, quietly, rubbing my right arm with my left hand.
Sighing, dad walked over, pulling me in to a strong hug. It was the kind that a father would give to their scared three year old who had just had a nightmare and thought the monsters in their closet, or under their bed, was going to come and get them...
"I should be asking you that question, kiddo." dad sighed.
"I-I'm fine." I chuckled, weakly. "You're the one who punched a guy."
"Yeah, well, he deserved it. Nobody judges my boy!"
If I didn't already know that my dad was amazing, then I would have definitely have known then.
While many parents would have defended and stood up for their children until the end, how many would have punched a family member or backed it up with 'they deserved it' for them?
Answer: not many.
My dad was just...amazing.
"Don't let anyone treat you like he did today, alright son?" dad told me. "You are perfect just the way you are, and Derek definitely saw that. Your mom would be proud of you son."
"Thanks, dad." I whispered.
"Now, go on. He's waiting for you, kiddo."
(In Stiles' room)
It wasn't the best meeting... Not how I wanted it to go.
But if that was how they felt about mine and Derek's relationship, then good riddance! If they couldn't accept it, then I didn't want to know them!
When we got back to Beacon Hills, dad let Derek stay while he went to see Melissa – the two always met up to talk about the supernatural shit that went on –, probably to tell her what had happened.
Derek and I were in my room, sitting on my bed. I was leaning back against Derek, who was sitting up against my headboard and pillows, his arms around my waist.
"You ok?" he asked, quietly, pressing his face into my neck.
"I'm fine." I sighed. "Disappointed, but fine. It's just... Dad and I only have each other, the rest of our family not wanting to know us or dad has stopped speaking too longago. It would have been nice to know more people in my family, but I don't want to know them if they are going to be homophobic assholes."
"It's their loss. They missed out on knowing someone amazing. But that's fine, means I don't have to share you with anyone else."
I rolled my eyes right before I was flipped around and straddling Mr Sourwolf, and pulled closer towards him.
"I mean it, Stiles." Derek told me, straight faced. "They would be lucky to know you."
"Really?" I asked, quietly – stupid insecurities showing.
"Really. Love you."
"Love you too."
And then he was kissing me.
There was a lotof kissing...
I decided then that I didn't need to know anyone else in my family.
I had my dad.
I had my Pack.
I had MY Derek.
I had everything I needed, everything that I wanted.
What more could I ask for?
END OF WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN: Normal Friday, March 21st 2014
Just like the last one, this one stung back.
She had released me straight after, but the ache in my chest was still there.
Knowing my dad could have been kind, could have stayed how I used to know him if I had just been normal and he had gotten the Sheriff job in Beacon Hills... That hurt. That hurt in ways so many people wouldn't be able to understand.
Derek wouldn't understand.
Peter wouldn't understand.
I wasn't even sure if Isaac would understand, because his dad had always been an asshole.
I don't think anyone in this house would understand.
And that just hurt.
When Derek came in to the living room, half an hour later, to wake me up, he was surprised to already find me awake.
"Something's wrong." was the first thing he said.
Sighing, I sat up, grabbing the bandages. I had estimated that I would only have to do it, at least, three more times before it was healed.
"It's nothing." I muttered. "The Spirit Bitch is just messing with my head."
"We will stop her, Stiles." Derek told me. "I promise you we will."
"And I believe you."
The question was: would they stop her before or after she killed me?
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