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Chapter 42
Stiles
Mia was a horrible little bitch.
It wasn't an opinion, it was fact. Of course, Peter and Derek were blinded to that. But they would be, Mia was someone they knew – someone they trusted. It frustrated me that she could hide herself from the two Hales, how they couldn't see just how vindictive she was! Any time Derek and Peter were out of earshot, she would immediately turn to me and act as if I had personally offended her, using every curse and name under the sun to describe me. Honestly, she was acting like an extremely rude child, who needed to be put in her place.
But what I hated more than her constantly verbally abusing me was the flirting. She would shamelessly flirt with Derek, grinning smugly every time she caught my eye – as if she knew what was going through my head. I hated the jealousy that pulsed through me – it was getting so bad that I went back to Deaton to get something to mask my scent. Isaac was the only one that knew about my...issue with Derek, so he understood perfectly what I was doing – the others, however, did not. And, when I say 'the others', I mean everyone accept Derek.
But why would he notice? He had Mia to keep him busy.
The Pack had tried telling Derek and Peter what this bitch was really like, using her comments and actions towards me as an example...neither of the Hales believed them. Even though they could tell that their Pack wasn't lying, they didn't believe them.
Says a lot, huh?
It was on Mia's last day in the house – Thursday, May 1st – after we had gotten back from the University that Derek and Peter finally saw what the Pack had been telling them.
Now, Sam and Charlie were coming over later – on my insistence, of course – so we were all going to occupy ourselves with a little bit of training before the two arrived. Obviously, this meant that Mia got the chance to partake and go up against us.
Mia had gone up against everyone – not Allison, we didn't really trust Mia with her – and turned to me last, her eyes bleeding red slightly, fangs showing as she grinned.
"I'll go easy on you." she told me sweetly, still holding up the act for the Hales.
The funny thing was, she didn't know what I was. She thought I was human. She didn't recognise the scent of wolf/fox and it didn't help her much after I masked my scent from everyone. For all she knew, I was weak and defenceless.
Well, wasn't this bitch in for a big surprise?
Smirking, I pushed myself off from the wall I had been leaning against and, for the first time in a long time, willingly pulled off my t-shirt – I wasn't going to let this horrible little girl make me feel bad about my scars, because it was people like her that caused them and she wasn't going to get the satisfaction of me hiding myself.
This is going to be fun.
Now, our little dual was over quicker than I expected. She demanded countless rematches, which I gladly gave, and each one I beat her ass! So, as I won the sixth rematch, I couldn't help but grin as I pinned her to the mats.
Of course, Mia didn't like this, her eyes glowing that deadly red. Not one to back down from a confrontation, I did the same – one eyes glowing red, the other glowing purple. As expected she flipped out.
"Oh my God, you freak!" she spat, throwing me backwards across the room. "What even are you?"
"Half fox, half wolf, full awesome." I listed, bouncing back up onto my feet. "Something you will never be."
The disgust on her face was a look I had never seen anyone achieve. It was actually rather hilarious, if I was being completely honest.
"You're an interspecies freak!" she exploded. "What? Was Mommy a little whore?"
Before I could even charge at her, Derek was in her face, his eyes that Alpha red and his roar echoing around the room. Mia shrank back, her focus snapping to Derek. I only gave their attention half my attention, still a little stunned at the sudden interference – though the gist of it was Derek telling her to pack her stuff and leave.
So, you know, I was happy.
Instead of sticking around to hear Mia try flirting with Derek to get him to change his mind, I grabbed my t-shirt and head to the kitchen – I was in desperate need of rehydration. I could still hear their voices in the kitchen, slightly muffled of course, but I could still hear them. Honestly, I couldn't wait to get rid of Mia's annoyingly squeaky voice.
I couldn't help but think how Sam and Charlie were going to have a field day with this – I had kept them informed with the Mia situation, the pair of them completely on my side the whole time without even meeting her – true friendship. Sam had even asked if I wanted her to stop by and throw the bitch out of the house. The thought was entertaining – not because of the height difference, but because I couldn't get out of my head the image of Mia face down in the dirt.
Even though I hadn't known them for long, Sam and Charlie were becoming fast friends and – thankfully – ones that I could actually trust. They were nothing like Ben or Gabe, nothing like Zane or my dad... They were like the Pack. They were like the people I had lived with ever since that fateful day back in September, when ten strangers took it upon themselves to house me, feed me, clothe me – look after me.
Nothing could describe my thankfulness. Nothing could show them how grateful I was. There wasn't any way for me to repay any of them.
It was as I had that thought that I heard Charlie's car pull up in front of the house. Now, it should have occurred to me that, maybe, it wasn't such a good idea to have these two round whilst Mia was in the house – they didn't know our secret, after all – but I didn't think of that. So, I suppose what happened next could be classed as my fault.
Anyway, I walked to the front door, letting the two into the house. Both of them were grinning, both relaxed and happy...
But, just before I closed the door, it all went wrong.
The voices from the training room got closer and closer, until the Pack and Mia burst into the corridor.
The happy atmosphere surrounding Sam and Charlie broke immediately and, before I knew it, Sam had a gun pointed at Mia's head.
"Sam, what are you doing?!" Derek demanded, his gaze jumping between Sam, Mia and me.
"Derek, shut up." Sam hissed, eyes never leaving Mia, hands steady on the gun. "Charlie, baby, you and Stiles need to go over there."
Without questioning her, Charlie grabbed my wrist, dragging me off to the side where Sam had gestured, the rest of the Pack moving over to us automatically. I watched as my new friend faced Mia, an expression on her face that I had never seen before. Like this, she seemed older – eyes hard and darkened, jaw set, teeth clenched together. The Sam I knew was gone and was replaced with the person standing in front of me.
"What, you going to shoot me?" Mia sneered, glancing nervously towards the gun. "Really think you'll be able to do it this time, Shnookums."
"Don't call me that." Sam spat, taking a step forward. "Now, I don't want to splatter your brains all over their nice house, but I will."
As much as I liked the fact that Mia seemed to be rather scared of a small human, it was kind of disconcerting. Even Charlie seemed rather taken aback.
"Can someone explain what's going on?" Peter sighed, his usual cocky nature gone, now on edge.
Sam's concentration wavered slightly, quickly flicking to Peter before returning to Mia. The female Alpha just stared back, lips twitching at the corner – curling into a snarl. Sam didn't react, just kept up her expressionless exterior, whilst her emotions raged on.
"Do you know what this...bitch has done? Three men, a six year old boy and his mom were murdered by her." Sam growled. "They were innocent people."
"They annoyed me." Mia shrugged, smirking.
"You cold hearted cow."
"That wasn't what you were calling me when you were in my bed."
That caught our attention.
Sam paled, her eyes widening slightly. It was obvious that she wanted to look to Charlie, but she didn't want to take her eyes off her target... Charlie, on the other hand, looked just as surprised as the rest of us, but also looked as if it made sense. Charlie didn't look angry, she didn't look betrayed...it was as if she understood – but, of course, surprised.
"Well, thanks for showing her that she deserved better." Charlie smiled, a sickeningly fake look of happiness.
I saw Sam fight to keep her face straight, trying to look...professional? I wasn't sure which word would fight here. Either way, I couldn't help but snort at the sassiness coming from the person who I had deemed the sweetest person I had the pleasure of meeting. I mean, this girl was probably made from sugar and spice and everything nice!
"It's cute, thinking that you class a little slut like you as 'better'." Mia retorted, classic bitch-face in place. "But it's fine, Sam will just steal your money and your heart – she did the same to me. She knows it's her fault all those people are dead."
Sam immediately tensed. The look in her eyes was of someone that truly believed that something out of their control was their fault... Sam may have done things wrong in the past – she definitely had poor choice in partners before Charlie – but she had obviously changed. And she definitely wouldn't have been the reason that anyone had died – anyone innocent, anyway. That just wasn't Sam.
"Do you even know who she is? What she's capable of?" Mia taunted, sneering.
"I'm a hunter, bitch, and I'm so close to slaughtering you, right now." Sam said, eerily calm. "The only thing keeping you alive is the fact that the occupants of this house are standing right there with my fiancée, whom I promised would never see me like this. So, take my advice, and shut up before I snap!"
A hunter! I knew there was something different about Sam; I had been saying it from the beginning – but a hunter?! Holy crap!
I glanced at Charlie, who was standing beside me, to see if she knew – to see how she would react to this. When I looked at the redhead, I was surprised to see her eyes glowing blue as she growled!
I could safely say that this wasn't expected.
"Fine, you want me gone, I'll leave." Mia sighed, strutting towards the door, bags in her hands – why didn't I see them? "Knew you couldn't shoot me, Cutie."
With that Mia was out the door. Honestly, I really should have seen it coming that Sam would run after the female Alpha after that parting comment.
Sam was injured. Not too badly, but still injured.
Mia had run off after she sent Sam to the ground, jetting off whilst we were concerned with Sam. Surprisingly, Peter got quite protective over the small hunter, telling the Pack to quit yelling at her, that she was hurt and shouting wasn't going to help anyone. It was surprising, to be honest, that it was Peter of all people...but he was the only one out of everyone to ever have children of his own – daughters. It was completely plausible that Sam reminded him of one of – if not all of – his daughters in some way. She definitely had the sass.
It was obvious that, with all the yelling, Sam was getting rather skittish – I knew the feeling – but Peter getting everyone to quiet down seemed to help. So did the fact that he never really left her side. Derek was confused at this, so I explained to him my thoughts as to why he was acting like this towards he – he couldn't see it. I think he didn't want to see it, but I didn't say that.
Charlie, bless her heart, was all over the place. She didn't know what to do with herself and, when she wasn't next to Sam and fussing, was running around the house to try and find what Peter needed to help Sam. Only once Sam's arm – Mia had cut it badly with her claws – was bandaged and clean did Charlie calm down.
"Ok, I have questions." I admitted, pushing myself off of the wall I was leaning against, walking over to sit on the coffee table in front of Peter, Sam and Charlie. "One: Charlie, what are you? Two: how could neither of you tell me? Three: where did you learn to fight like that – I mean, damn!"
Sam chuckled slightly, pulling Charlie close to her on the couch as the redhead rested her head on her fiancée's shoulder.
"I'm a were-coyote – by birth. Mom and Dad weren't happy when I decided to leave the Pack and go off on my own... But I'm glad I did." Charlie grinned, taking Sam's hand.
"It's hard to figure out who's going to handle being told about all this well and who's going to freak out... We find it easier to just shut up about it all." Sam admitted. "And I learned on the job how to fight like that – I've always been better at the hands on side of things. You should see me with my sword."
A sword. She had a sword! What?! I was seriously going to have to be shown this sword and I was going to need to see Sam fight with the sword. Hell, I wanted the sword! Swords were cool!
Wait...
"You won't kill us, right?" I asked, suddenly. "Just, you know, for a heads up for us supernatural folks."
"Wait, you guys aren't human?" Sam frowned.
"Allison is – though she's a hunter – the rest of us aren't. They're werewolves, I'm half were-wolf and half were-fox."
Sam and Charlie just nodded at each other after a few moments of silence, the conversation moving on after Sam promised that she didn't go after anyone that wasn't in the wrong – they had to be the bad guys and she had to be given their files.
It was a weird day.
The next day, after I came back home from my shortened day at the University, I sat in the living room, hanging out with Derek and Peter. We had gotten into this routine on Friday's where I would join the two of them and Peter would tell Derek and me about some trouble we got into when we were kids.
It was always entertaining.
It was something we did every week until the rest of the Pack finished their days and came back home, all of them invading the space like little puppies – which they essentially were.
I smiled to myself as I thought that, leaning back against the couch cushions as I listened to some of my music, surrounded by the people that I cared about the most in the world – the ones that were still alive anyway. It was nice to be able to look around the room and see people smiling and laughing and having fun – instead of the being high or drunk or beating each other senseless. I liked this.
It was as we all sat there peacefully that it started.
You know when you have that sudden craving for something – like chocolate? Well, for the first time in a long time, I was having a moment like that. Now, back with my dad, I was rarely allowed to eat – just enough to keep me alive, not enough to keep me healthy – and junk food was a no-no. That was why, if we had a little party of some sort, I would make a lot of sugary and fatty foods. But there was one thing that I wanted in that moment.
Getting up off of the couch, I went to the kitchen to see if we actually had any of the sweet food I was in need of – yes, in need of! I looked in the fridge, in the freezer, in the cupboards... I looked just about everywhere.
But I couldn't find them.
"What are you looking for?" Derek asked from behind me.
Turning, I found him leaning against the doorframe, arms folded across his chest, pulling his white vest top tight across his chest, the muscles in his arms becoming more pronounced, eyes on the ground. This sight made me glad I was still wearing the stuff Deaton gave me to mask my scent – I'd rather my attraction not be obvious to everyone!
But, damn, was Derek hot!
"Brownies." I forced myself to say, turning back around as if looking for them again. "Next time we go to the store, can we please get some brownies?"
"Why?" was all he replied with.
This was where I could feel myself turn this awful shade of pink, the colour stretching down my neck. I hated that when it came to these simple little things, things that most people took for granted, I could turn around and say that I hadn't done them or had them in years – or ever. So:
"I haven't had them in years..." I muttered, keeping my eyes on the floor.
I could hear the conversation in the living room stop. It was quite for only a few seconds before Isaac appeared at Derek's side, his eyes wide.
"I swear, if you don't go and get them, I will." Isaac stated.
Rolling his eyes, Derek pushed off of the doorway, walking calmly towards the door and only stopping to grab his signature leather jacket and Camaro keys.
I wish I had a camera so I could have taken a picture of the pups grin.
Isaac
Derek got home with five full bags of junk food in his arms, car keys between his teeth – he had to kick the door to get someone to open it for him! The rest of us had already arranged a nest of blankets and pillows on the floor – not a puppy pile this time – pushing most of the furniture out of the way so we all had some more room.
The bags were unpacked into the middle of our nest, everyone diving in as soon as Derek sat down – next to Stiles, as usual. It was easy to tell that Derek liked Stiles – well, it was for me anyway. The way he acted with the half-wolf-half-fox was enough to tell me that – not to mention the looks! I had tried to tell Stiles...but he didn't believe me.
Then again, it took me a while to believe that Danny actually wanted to date me, let alone liked me in anyway shape or form. Life with my dad scarred and fucked me up pretty bad... I hid behind my sarcasm – just like Stiles – and tried to put up a stoic front – much like Derek...but, in the end, my walls crumbled. Seeing that people could actually care for me, that people could be nice, I managed to let the Pack into my life – I managed to let love into my love. Now, Stiles had started to do this – he accepted all of us... But he still had a long way to go before he could start to let go of the past and move on properly.
I should know.
Anyway, back to what was going on! Stiles practically dived into the food seconds after the rest of us, anything that went into his hand disappearing into his mouth in a flash. It would have been funny if it wasn't so...strange. Like, I knew we all had big appetites – that came with the werewolf metabolism – but this was something else completely. It was like he hadn't eaten in weeks!
"Dude, you know it's not going to run away, right?" Scott grinned, amused. "Slow down, before you throw up."
"Sorry." Stiles muttered, blushing slightly.
"You act as if you haven't eaten junk food in years." Peter commented, smirking slightly.
Stiles didn't say anything – he looked around, not meeting anyone's eyes for more than a few seconds at a time. I knew the look all too well – I used a lot when I first moved in with everyone, though a lot less than Stiles had used it since September.
It only took half a minute for everyone to put two and two together...
"Holy crap! You haven't?!" Danny gasped, wide eyed.
"Pretty much... And it's so good!" Stiles grinned, shoving another brownie into his mouth.
Finding out all the things Stiles had never done or hadn't done for a long time never failed to hurt me... I always wondered if this was how it felt for the Pack when it was me. But that feeling just made me more determined to help my new found friend, just like the others did for me.
Stiles was one of us – he was family, he was Pack... He needed us, just as much as we needed him.
Stiles
Saturday, May 3rd – aka, the next day – was Peter's 36th birthday.
We had 'celebrated' – don't really think you could call it that – a few birthdays since I had been in the house – Lydia's on October 7th, Scott's on October 18th, Derek's on November 7th and Boyd's on April 6th – and I had tried to take part as much as possible. Of course, I hadn't felt as comfortable with them all as I did now.
It had been Derek and me who had decorated the house, whilst Peter was kept occupied by the others. He had been noticeably weird the past couple of days – Peter explained it was because Derek (and himself) felt guilty about not seeing through Mia's shit. Now, whilst that made me happy – they should have believed their Pack – it was rather disconcerting. I was just glad that he hadn't completely blocked us out – that would have been worse!
We had been decorating for the best part of an hour, the majority of the house covered in birthday decorations... There was one part that neither of us seemed to be able to get though. We wanted to hand a banner in the living room – we had managed to get one end tacked up, but we couldn't seem to be able to reach the ceiling to put it up. Derek had left it to dangle as soon as he realised he couldn't get it – I, on the other hand, was getting increasingly stressed with it.
Growling slightly, I had dragged one of the kitchen chairs over to the corner, attempting to stretch to tack it up... Of course, when you're balancing on the edge of a chair, it's far more likely for you to fall off...which I almost did. It was lucky that Derek was in the same room as me and had werewolf reflexes – he steadied the chair, his arm wrapping around my hips to keep me from falling off.
"How can you be this clumsy?" Derek grumbled, trying to keep the teasing tone out of his voice.
"It's a talent." I grinned, swatting viciously at the banner as it landed on my head.
Rolling his eyes, Derek removed the banner, using a book to anchor it near us. He asked why we couldn't just leave it – take it down – for, what felt like, the hundredth time. I gave him the same answer as before – because.
"Fine, hold on." he sighed, moving slightly before he wrapped his arm around my legs, in the crease of my knees.
"What the hell are you doing?!" I screeched, trying to grab his shoulders and push him away.
Of course, Derek being stronger, managed to lift me up slightly, using his free hand to pass me the banner. Instead of taking the banner from him, I clung to the doorframe near me, my knuckles turning white from how tight I was griping it.
"It's ok. I would never let you fall." I heard Derek say, the arm around my legs tightening their hold.
It took a few moments of Derek saying this for me to reach down with one hand and grab the banner, slowly moving it towards its intended place. I had never been good with trust, that much was a given. Even when I trusted someone, there would also be certain things that would make me uncomfortable or nervous with them – like this. I hated not being able to fully trust people – the Pack, Sam, Charlie – but I suppose that would take a while...
After a few shaky tries, I managed to pin the banner to the ceiling, returning my grip to the doorframe as Derek started to lower my feet back down to the chair.
Everything was fine until Derek let me go – I went to stop off the chair, but it wobbled and tipped before I could steady it. True to his words, Derek didn't let me fall – well, lie, I did fall, but I fell on him. The motion propelled Derek backwards until his was on his back on the couch, me on top of him – of course, as soon as I tried to get up, not realising we were tangled together, we were sent tumbling onto the floor, this time with me on the floor and Derek above me.
It was, quite literally, a dream come true – I've had many a dirty dream about the Alpha wolf currently above me, like this... Of course, in those dreams, there had been far less clothing and a lot more kissing and bitching and thrusting and shit, now I was seriously turned on, I was sure Derek could feel my hard on!
All too suddenly, as if reading my mind, Derek launched himself forward. The force of the kiss pushed my head back into the floor of the living room as his hands latched onto my sides in a bruising grip. Instead of panicking or trying to get away, I managed to regain use of my arms – threading my right hand through Derek's thick, soft hair and gripping the back of his neck with my left.
Derek's hips slammed down, any space that was between us now non-existent. The pressure that was now on my groin was enough for all rational thought – thoughts of me stopping this – to fly out of my head. The feeling was indescribable – way better than my own hand.
Forcing my head to the left, I dragged in as much air as I could, hating the need to breath! But, as I turned my head, Derek's mouth latched onto my neck, his fangs extending to scrape along the skin. Breathing became difficult as it caught in my throat, my head starting to spin from how good it felt. It had never felt like this when Zane tried anything – then again, with Derek, it was consensual.
The grip I had in his hair tightened as his teeth sank into the joining of my neck and shoulder, his hands sliding down my sides, his claws shredding my shirt as he went. I couldn't bring myself to care, actually enjoying the light scratch on my skin, which was surprising... I couldn't keep my mind on one sensation, what with Derek's mouth and teeth and tongue on my neck, as well as his hands on my as they slowly got closer to my crotch. And there was the fact that the rumble of his growl vibrated out of his chest, into me, the sound far more appealing than it should have been.
"Derek." I groaned. "Derek."
The wolf in question smirked against my neck as his hands hooked themselves around the backs of my thighs, moving my legs to wrap around his torso. Like this, Derek could press down harder, his hips in line with mine as he rocked forward and using the grip he now had on my ass to create more friction.
My heart rate had skyrocketed; my brain had turned to mush... I didn't know how much I would love this feeling.
"Stiles." Derek breathed, his voice rough and gravely. "Stiles... Stiles..."
I clung on tighter to him, knowing all too well the feeling that was quickly building. If the erratic movements of the wolf above me were any indication, he was getting close too. The pressure was building, the sensations, the feelings... It was getting to be too much and–
"STILES!" Derek yelled, snapping me out of my daydream.
God, I had it bad if I was fucking daydreaming now! Thankful that the stuff Deaton gave me still hadn't worn off yet – it would take another couple of days – Derek couldn't get anything from my scent... The fact that my dick was trying to break through my zipper may have been a dead giveaway though... However, it seemed as if I had a lot of luck lately, since no part of Derek was anywhere near that traitorous appendage of mine.
Scrambling away as quickly as I could with a hard-on, I stared down at the floor – I will never see the living room in the same way...
"I'm gonna go grab a quick shower before everyone gets home." I mumbled, standing in a way that wouldn't alert Derek to nuisance in my pants.
God, I needed to get a hold of myself – in more ways than one...
I was out of the shower, dressed and downstairs about ten minutes before everyone got home – Deaton, Chris and Peter being the last ones to enter. Peter was the last to walk through the door, jumping into the air when the twelve of us yelled 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY' at him.
The grin on his face made the effort of putting all the decorations up worth it.
"You didn't have to – it's just another day." Peter scolded, chuckling.
"But it's an important day." I grinned. "Food and stuff is in the kitchen – obviously – music in the living room with presents. Peter, if you say anything more about us not having to do this or 'it's just another day', or any of that crap, then I will kick your ass tomorrow!"
Peter held his hands up in surrender, shuffling slightly – Derek had told me that he might act like this, neither of them really celebrating their birthdays since the fire...obviously; I was determined to change that!
Wrapping my arm around the older wolf's shoulders, I pulled him into the living room. He smirked at me when he heard the music – a lot of the songs he had introduced me to when I was younger had come back to me, all of them on the playlist that was currently playing. It was only right that the songs he liked played on his birthday.
Well, that's what I thought anyway.
"I see you're remembering more." Peter commented, his own arm coming to rest around my shoulders.
"Bits and pieces every now and then." I nodded. "It's nice knowing who my Godparents re, you know?"
Peter's surprised look mixed with his grin, the combination quite funny – Chris had managed to snap a picture, not that I realised he had even brought a camera.
I had remembered a few days before, whilst Mia was here, that little fact – who my Godparents were, I mean. Peter, Talia, Oliver and Deaton had all been asked by my mom – dad had said there was no point since I wasn't Christened or anything, but mom asked them anyway.
I suppose Peter – and Deaton, by the look on his face – didn't expect me to remember.
Neither of them said anything though, they just smiled.
"Anyway, Zombie Wolf, you have presents to open!" I chuckled, pushing him towards the couch.
You didn't need werewolf senses to know Peter was happy.
That evening was a lot of fun. Peter was enjoying himself, thanking all of us countless times for putting it all together. It was nice to see him so relaxed.
At one point, there had even been a food fight – Deaton of all people had started it...accidentally. We seemed to split into two teams – Derek, Allison, Jackson, Erica, Danny and Scott vs. Peter, Chris, Lydia, Boyd, Isaac and me – with Deaton switching between the two considering there were an odd number of us.
Things were crashed into people's faces, rubbed into hair, shoved into clothes, smeared across skin... It had all started because Deaton threw a cupcake over to Isaac, but the pup didn't catch it, making it hit Jackson's nose. It spiralled out of control from there.
Everyone was covered from head to toe in food, some clothes soaked with drinks that spilt whilst we ran around the house.
I had managed to barricade myself in the kitchen – the source of our ammo – no one having got through the furniture piled up... I had been in there for, about, five minutes.
You think I would have remembered to lock the kitchen side door.
When I realised someone had gotten in the kitchen through that door, I only had enough time to turn before I was tackled to the ground, chocolate cake landing on my face before a hand rubbed it across my face.
Squinting once the hand left my face, I could barely make out who it was... It took a moment for me to realise it was Derek. Gasping for breath as we both laughed, Derek moved the cake from out of my eyes. Seeing Derek made me laugh harder – not only was he covered in food, but he was drenched!
"What even happened to you?!" I forced out, clutching my sides.
"Lydia got to the hose." Derek grinned, chuckling, rolling to the side so I could sit up.
It was then that Derek and I heard, what you could call, a battle cry – through a gap in the furniture blocking the doorway to the kitchen, Derek and I saw some of the pups jump onto Peter, the older wolf going down easily and, for some reason, impersonating the Wicked Witch of the West from The Wizard of Oz.
This was the most fun I had seen Peter have...
Saying that, it was the most fun I had seen any of them have.
"Thank you." Derek said, softly, the words making me turn to face him. "He hasn't been like this since before the fire... I didn't realise how much I missed it."
I didn't say anything. I just leant against Derek's arm slightly, as we both continued to laugh at the older Hale being crushed by pups.
I hadn't heard from or seen Sam since the incident with Mia. It was now May 4th and...nothing. For a time, I wondered if it was because of what we were – what I was. But she and Charlie wouldn't have taken it so well when they found out if that was the case...right?
I didn't text her straight away, giving her some space... But I would have thought she'd text at some point.
Slumping into the cushions on the couch, I checked my phone for the God-I've-forgotten-how-many-times-I've-checked time, leaning a little further back when I found, like last time, nothing.
"Just text her." Boyd spoke. "For all you know, she's waiting to hear from you."
Sunday, May 4th 2014 – 1:02pm – Stiles: Hey, haven't heard from you in a while :( Everything alright?
Locking and setting my phone down, I tried to focus on the movie that was playing instead of wondering if I would get a reply.
I hoped she did – I didn't want to lose friends over what happened; Sam and I got on really well.
I was completely lost as I watched the movie – I had no idea who anyone was, no idea what was happening... It seemed to be one that the Pack had seen a few times, considering some of them were mouthing the words as they were said – we would just have to watch it again at some point.
It took twenty eight minutes for Sam to reply. I jumped as soon as I heard my phone go off, diving for it.
Sunday, May 4th 2014 – 1:30pm – Sam: Everything's fine, Stilino \^._.^/
Sunday, May 4th 2014 – 1:31pm – Stiles: Oh, good... What's with the symbols?
Sunday, May 4th 2014 – 1:30pm – Sam: It's a bat. His name is Batty. Cool, isn't he? \^._.^/
Sunday, May 4th 2014 – 1:31pm – Stiles: You have way too much time on your hands. You're hyped up on coffee, aren't you?
Sunday, May 4th 2014 – 1:33pm – Sam: \^._.^/ - Normal Batty... /v.-.v\ - Upside down Batty
Sunday, May 4th 2014 – 1:34pm – Stiles: =^._.^= This is Wolfio... Hopefully, I don't have to explain that he's a wolf ;)
Sunday, May 4th 2014 – 1:35pm – Sam: Batty and Wolfio can be friends! \^._.^/ =^._.^=
Sunday, May 4th 2014 – 1:36pm – Stiles: Yes, they met in the hills of Transylvania.
Sunday, May 4th 2014 – 1:37pm – Sam: Batty and Wolfio were instant friends – Batty flew Wolfio over to America with him.
Sunday, May 4th 2014 – 1:38pm – Stiles: Wolfio protects Batty during the day, and Batty protects Wolfio at night.
Sunday, May 4th 2014 – 1:39pm – Sam: Batty is Wolfio's wing man. Get it, WING man ;)
Sunday, May 4th 2014 – 1:40pm – Stiles: Good to have you back, Samster :)
Sam had explained that she had been assigned to Mia, shortly after getting with Charlie, after the female Alpha had started her mini killing spree. Every time Sam would find Mia, she would have to leave, something far more important and deadly coming up... Charlie knew about Sam's past, but didn't know about Mia specifically – she wouldn't have let Sam take her case otherwise.
She hadn't texted back since I had replied to that bit of information, but I wasn't worried. I was just glad that she had even texted me back for a short while. Of course, it was as I had that thought that I hear Sam's car – she was using it until she got the one she wanted – pull up outside the house.
As soon as I had the door open, I surprised even myself by hugging her tightly.
"Easy, man – still healing from the beat down." Sam chuckled a little, wincing slightly.
"Sorry." I grinned, letting go of the blonde. "Do you want some water?"
"Nah, I'm good, dude."
I watched as Sam's hand moved to cover where her stitches were, her face betraying the pain she obviously felt. Rolling my eyes slightly, I grabbed her by the wrist, telling her to just come in and sit down already. Of course, she tried to protest, but anyone that knew me knew I was a stubborn bastard.
I got her to sit on the couch, letting her know that I would be right back with some water. I was gone all of thirty seconds, give or take, but that seemed to be all it took for Sam to shrink in on herself as everyone in the house stared at her. They looked at her as if she was a puzzle, something to figure out – when I first arrived at the house they all did that to me a lot too... Glaring at them and clearing my throat a little seemed to do the trick of snapping them all out of it, each one of them mumbling apologies as I passed Sam the glass I had filled for her.
"So, what brings this amazing surprise?" I asked, sitting down next to my friend, turning my head to look at her.
Sam breathed deeply for a moment, playing with the glass in her hand, running her finger around the rim. She was acting quite timid, her expression sad as she sat there... Frowning, I just waited for her to talk to me.
"I'm here to tell you that you don't have to be my friend. I'm giving you an out." she sighed. "I know... What you saw... It can be hard to swallow, so I get it – it took Charlie a bit of getting used to. You don't have to be nice to me anymore – I'll leave you alone."
As Sam kept her head down, she didn't really notice how everyone looked confused – how Peter seemed quite upset over what she had said.
She winced as she got up, almost stumbling – I managed to push her back down, not missing how Peter went to get up to help her.
"Dude, you are my best friend. You got those scars protecting me and ten of the only people to ever give a crap about me in almost a decade – you're not getting rid of me that easy!" I told her.
It took a bit of convincing – and a lot of glares at everyone except Peter – for Sam to stay at the house for a bit. The promise of video games was what won out in the end, but I was just glad she agreed...
Besides, talking about Batty and Wolfio proved to be great entertainment as we battled on the screen, especially when it made the Pack look like little confused puppies.
Just like that, everything was back to normal. Sam was no longer avoiding us and had jumped straight back into being the goofball I had gotten to know ever since our project for art came around.
Now, it was the day after Sam had come to the house, trying to tell me not to be her friend, and we were sitting in the living room with the whole Pack, doing our work. We were just joking around, chatting, as we worked, pointing out any mistakes the other would make – always little things and never a lot of them.
Everything was kind of peaceful, really.
"Hey, Sam – don't take this the wrong way, but what does Stiles see in you?" Erica asked. "He's never wanted to be friends with anyone, he was reluctant with us...but with you it's natural."
Looks like I was too quick on the draw there.
"Because I'm dangerous." She replied without taking her eyes of her work.
I could see that everyone – especially Derek – was about to explode, about to chuck her out of the house before she got a chance to explain. But before anyone could say anything, she snapped her book closed, looked up and continued.
"I don't try and hide the fact that if I really wanted to I could hurt him. I am dangerous; I understand that this is part of the reason you guys don't like me. But I don't hide it. I let it be known so no one messes with me and instead I show him I am capable, but I won't because he is my friend." Sam explained, slowly packing her stuff. "I show him all the cards and hope he doesn't play me. He is the only person – other than Charlie – who I will ever do this to and you guys by association, because I have to deal with you guys in order to see him. You guys could tie me up if that meant he would be comfortable and I could see him. I don't mind. Look, Stiles I'm going to head home... Night everyone."
As Sam walked away, I smirked at them all, muttering an 'I told you so' before heading after her to say goodbye.
Derek
Watching Stiles bound out the room, hearing him laughing as he caught up with Sam, I couldn't help but wonder if maybe we had all been too quick to judge. Maybe Stiles was right and Sam was an alright person...
But that was what he thought about Ben – look how that turned out.
It wasn't my fault that I was worried about him – despite his trust issues, sometimes it seemed as if he trusted a little too easily. Especially to those who were nice to him from the start – again, Ben.
I remember a time when Stiles was, around, three. His dad had been at work, so Claudia had brought Stiles around for a visit. I can't for the life of me remember exactly where we went, but all I remember is these kids around my age picking on him. They had started out nice, just like Ben had, but an hour into Stiles playing in this sandbox with them, they had completely changed – kicking sand in his eyes, shoving him around... Even after I told him to be careful of people that came up to him – and he agreed – it still happened again. And again and again.
It was even worse considering he was my Mate. The protectiveness you feel towards that person is magnified so much that you care more about them than anything else. You won't care about your own safety, won't care about what else is going on – your main focus is protecting your Mate. My main focus, even before Stiles had come to live with us, was protecting my Mate.
"Well...she doesn't seem that bad." Scott admitted.
"I like her better when she brings doughnuts." Isaac muttered.
"You would like anyone as long as they brought you food." Danny chuckled, fondly.
It was decided quickly – before Danny and Isaac could begin their little disagreement – that we'd try to ease up on the blonde huntress. It was more than we were willing to do before, so Stiles would be happy – that was an added bonus.
It was just after it had been decided that we heard Sam's car pull away from the house and the front door close, the nineteen year old making his way back over to us with a grin on his face.
I suppose putting up with Sam won't be that bad...
Sterek
After being at the university all day, it was obvious how tired everyone was. As it got closer to the end of the academic year, teachers and students alike were pushing to finish the work they had left, everyone becoming at least a little frustrated and crabby.
Peter and Derek, noticing this, decided that instead of hiding away in the house, we would all go to the park – basically a massive field with a swing set, a slide, a roundabout and a jungle-gym. We didn't even take the cars!
It actually turned out to be rather relaxing, walking in the sun with ten of my friends. Of course, just like any other time I felt like that in public, the staring and whispering started. I could feel my mood start to darken and I knew the others could tell. I could sense them getting irritated with the idiots around us, could sense them becoming angered at how they were making me react. So I put my headphones in.
I put my headphones in, turned the music up as loud as it could go to drown out the incessant whispering, the melodies and harmonies lifting my mood little by little as we walked further and further away from those who seemed to have nothing better to do that talk about someone else – obviously their lives were that boring, you know?
Lydia and Erica were quick to link their arms with me – Allison being on the other side of Lydia – the three of them walking with me with their heads held high. I glanced back at the guys as the girls walked faster to get around them, sharing an amused-confused look with all of them. Even Derek – the one who would usually stay so stoic – seemed to be finding it a little difficult to keep a straight face as the girls seemed to force me to march with them across the park.
Every now and then, as we walked, I would glance at the three girls at my sides, watching them converse with each other. It was quite entertaining – watching their mouths move but having no idea what they were saying at all... It reminded me faintly of a puppet, when you would just work the mouth but not say anything – there were wide eyes and hand gestures and everything!
It still amazed me how they seemed to be able to cheer me up so easily. Sometimes, I really couldn't tell just how they managed to do that, especially after the odd nightmare I would have – there weren't as many as before, but they still plagued me as I slept. The most recent had happened a few days ago – it was just of Zane this time, vivid memory recall at what had happened on Halloween, only this time it ended with Zane being able to get me away from the house. Considering everything that had happened back in Dallas with him, plus everything with Gabriel and Ben, it was fairly easy for my mind to put together what would have happened. I remember walking out of my room, only to find Derek doing the same. He seemed to immediately know what had happened as I walked down the hall towards him, preparing to go downstairs – I hadn't gotten far when he had pulled me into a careful hug before walking with me. Derek hadn't made me talk about what I had dreamt, they never did, but they probably knew it was either going to be about Zane, Gabriel, Ben or some mixture of the three – they still didn't know about my dad, apart from Isaac who knew everything.
Honestly, I hoped that the rest of them never found out about my dad. I didn't want Danny and Isaac to hear the homophobic slurs come out of his stupid mouth. I didn't want any of them being plagued with the knowledge of what he was like in person... I didn't want them to know about him and I wanted him to die without getting to know the people that had been doing for me what he should have done since mom died.
Shaking my head slightly, I stopped my thoughts from going down that path and returned my attention to the music playing in my ears.
Of course, it was long before we were far enough away from the other inhabitants of the park to not be able to hear them so, gently tugging my arms from Lydia and Erica's grips, I turned the music off and put everything away in my backpack again.
It was as I placed my backpack back onto my shoulder that I wished I had kept my headphones on a little longer – the sound of police sirens and the sight of a police car zooming past on the road had me throwing myself behind a tree out of sight.
"I'm not resisting arrest!" I insisted as someone touched my arm, not realising what I had said until it was out of my mouth.
As I flung myself behind that tree, all I could think of was back in Dallas, when I was fifteen. I hadn't done anything, just a couple of cops wanting to bring me in for anything they possibly could. I had resisted arrest then, trying to get away from the meatheads that my dad worked with... I ended up with a pretty bad concussion and spending a couple of days in a jail cell.
I didn't tell the others that when they asked, only mentioning Dallas so they understood.
"Like I said," I told them, pushing away from the rough back of the tree trunk. "I'm not good with cops..."
Now, May 7th – a Wednesday – wasn't the best of days. Well, that's a lie – it was going well, until Chase decided to be a dick. Obviously a fight ensued and, since Charlie wasn't home until later that evening, Sam hung out with us.
I couldn't for the life of me remember why we decided to talk about the dick-weasel that was Chase, but we were on the subject – I told Sam everything that happened with him from day one of me meeting him, she did the same with everything I seemed to have missed with those two.
"The first sign that he was an ass is that he says 'gay' like Malfoy says 'mudblood' in Harry Potter." Sam told me, face straight as we all filed into the training room. "Never trust someone who says anything, let alone gay, like Malfoy says 'mudblood'."
She had said so seriously, that I couldn't help but laugh. What she said had been so true and said normally wouldn't have made me like this, but she had said it with such seriousness that it was just funny...
It didn't help when the others just looked so confused. It was a look I was getting used to seeing on them whenever Sam was around, but it was no less funny!
Now Sam knew about us supernaturals, it was far easier to train. We didn't have to worry about glowing eyes or claws or fangs making an appearance anymore, we could use our full strength. It was a lot nicer, let me tell you that!
As always, Sam and I headed towards the punch bags first. I slipped my t-shirt off, chucking it into the corner, comfortable enough now not to worry about the people in the room seeing my scars – Sam on the other hand, kept her jacket on, even though it would slightly restrict her movement. Sam always kept her jacket on when training because of her scars. Like me, she hated them – who wouldn't? I mean, sure, scars can remind you of the things you had overcome, but they also reminded you of the pain and the fact that the person – or people – that should have loved you the most didn't. Peter and I had asked her a couple of times before why she kept her jacket on – "Surely you're over heating?" – even though I already knew the answer... Of course, every time the subject came up, she would get uncomfortable and shrug, turning back to whatever she was doing.
We didn't say anything this time though, deciding that it would do no good to keep going on about it.
No one expected, after a few minutes, for the jacket to come off, the scars on her arms revealed by the white tank top she wore. It was like she realised she had take it off, that or she had forgotten we were all in the room – as if she was at home. Her scars were much like mine – some deep, some shallow, some large, some small... Of course, the ones on my arms were gone, hers were still there.
Whilst everyone couldn't help but stare, surprised at the removal of the item of clothing, I kept my attention on the bag in front of me. Of course, Sam noticed after a moment, suddenly not as confident as she was at first, suddenly coming to a stop.
"Tired already, Campbell?" Jackson smirked.
Jackson was usually the person to defuse the tension in the room. With just one comment, he could make everything go back to normal... It helped a lot, actually.
"You wish, Whittemore." Sam grinned.
It was weird seeing Sam without her jacket. I'm sure it felt weird for her not to be wearing it around us, not that that stopped her. I suppose she was becoming a bit more comfortable with us.
We had trained for, about, three hours, rotating a couple of times when it came to one-to-ones. Now we were watching The Big Bang Theory on TV.
As soon as the theme song came on, Sam sang along, nothing out of the usual in this house really – there was always someone that would sing it. But then she sang it as the credits rolled.
And again as the next episode began.
As we watched more and more, we all noticed how it seemed as if Sam couldn't stop singing it. Sam could tell that we were glancing at her every now and then, trying to figure out what was going on with her...anytime she noticed, she would hunch down a little further.
"Ok, what gives?" Derek finally sighed.
"I can't stop, I'm sorry." Sam muttered.
That only proved to confuse us further.
"Why?" I asked.
"I've lost count on if it's even or uneven, so now I'm kinda stuck with doing it on a loop. My brain won't let me not do it." Sam huffed. "I'm sorry."
"Quit apologising, dude."
And, as the great friend I am, I of course joined in the sing along, which then turned into a battle as to who could sing the song the loudest... After a while the rest of the Pack started to join in – well, not Boyd or Derek, but the other did. Even Peter!
Sam wasn't so embarrassed after that.
The next day – Thursday, May 8th – after college, everything was going fine. Everything was quite – or as quite as it can be when eleven people lived in the same house. No one thought anything of it when there was a knock at the door, thinking that maybe it was Sam or Charlie or...well, who knows. So, walking over to it, I opened the door, forgetting to look through the peep hole. I regretted that mistake immediately as I was thrown against the wall face first.
These two cops had barged through the door, one pinning me to the wall, the other searching me – for weapons, drugs... I struggled as much as I could, doing my best not to hurt either of them – the last thing I wanted as assault to an officer on my record!
"What the hell are you doing?!" I yelled over the objections of my housemates, trying to push myself off the wall, my head banging off of it as the cop holding me shoved me closer to it.
Neither of them took any notice of me though, they just kept searching me, trying to get a hold of both of my hands to cuff me.
"Officers!" Peter roared, forcing his way through the Pack to reach me, grabbing my arm that the cops didn't have a hold of and dragging me towards him and away from them. "Could you please explain the meaning of this?!"
Peter moved to stand in front of me, creating a barrier between me and the cops in front of us, Isaac and Allison flanking me, Derek directly behind me with a hand on my shoulder.
"We were informed that it had forced its way into your home. Don't worry, we'll take it off your hands – you won't have to put up with it."
"We're letting him live here." Derek growled, jaw clenched. "I suggest you leave before I inform the Sheriff that you assaulted a civilian without proper cause."
The two cops stood there for a moment, just staring at Derek, before turning around and making their ways back to their cruiser. As they walked, we could hear them wondering why the pack would let 'that piece of trash' live with them...
We closed the door before we could hear anything else they said.
In all honesty, I had been wondering when I would be getting a visit from those kinds of cops – the ones that would want to take my being here into their own hands. Of course, it came a lot later than I had expected, making me wonder if it was ever going to happen. I never should have doubted it.
As everyone turned with the intention to make sure I was alright, I turned on my heels, dodged past Derek and headed towards the training room...
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