A/N: I'm backkk with chapter number five. I was told I couldn't quit because I hit some minor rough patches, so thank you for all of your support and kind words and reviews they really mean so much to me.
A/N 2: Okay so a lot of people seemed to be confused about the last chapter, break down really quick. After Kate attacked Derek at his house and he got away into the woods she shot him managing to catch him off guard and she got him back to his house. As he was unconscious she tied him up and he had a 'happy' dream about Stiles. He was woken from slumber by Kate and from there I think it pretty much explains it self….except how Stiles came in and that's why this is the Stile's P.O.V. from last chapter and so I know I promised an M rating but I feel this must be done before the ball gets rolling…so ENJOY =]
Where's a Gun When You Need One?
Pacing around his room at such an intense pace made him feel as if he was like the lion…or little furry howler monkey…in the zoo. He felt trapped like he couldn't leave like something was keeping him in the small room, which was ridiculous since he knew he could leave at any point if he wanted. Both he and Scott had been invited to a party that night, but for some reason Stiles declined not feeling in the party mood which for him was quite unusual. Sure he loved a good party but this thing with Derek had been messing with his head for days ever since that necklace had shown up on his bed.
Stiles hadn't seen the older werewolf at all since the gift had been given, and he didn't dare seek him out…what if it had all been a joke? A way for him to distract Stiles making the young boy think that Derek had the hots for him when in reality Derek wanted nothing to do with him…fuck what if the necklace wasn't even from Derek, just because it had a wolf didn't mean that he gave it to him.
Okay so sure there really wasn't a long list of options, but he couldn't pin it on Derek just yet. He was dying to go see him, see what he was doing, see if he could help Scott at all… and to just see him in general he missed those crystal blue eyes. That brought him to a whole other problem though; Scott had said they were green. Sure a simple mistake while commenting on someone's eyes wasn't really a big deal, but Scott had seemed so sure, but every time Stiles had ever seen Derek his eyes were a bright blue. It wouldn't really matter except then afterwards Scott went on to comment about how when he was a wolf or close to transforming his eyes changed to blue…not a dull blue but a crystal clear blue.
Stiles didn't know how to feel about that, apparently every time he had ever run into Derek the wolf was just beneath the surface, waiting…and very willing to come out. Did he really annoy him that much? Did the beast WANT to kill him? The billions of questions that flooded his head were almost unbearable but there wasn't much he could do considering the only way to get answers was to ask the one man who seemed hell bent on ignoring him.
"STILES!" Turning quickly he looked at the door and couldn't help the small sigh that escaped as he saw that it was only Scott.
"Dude, you don't have to yell, I may not have dog hearing but my people hearing works just fine."
"Really? Cause I've been calling your name for like five minutes." Stiles ignored the smirk that lay on his best friends face as it reminded him to much of Derek's, Derek always had something more…feral , in his though. His didn't make him look scary, it just made him look dangerous and exciting. It never failed to get Stile's blood pumping, always keeping him on edge.
"Whatever Scott, I'm a little busy did you need something or did you just come here to gloat about your supersonic hearing or whatever. Stiles knew he was being snappish, and a part of him felt bad but the other half of him didn't care. All that had been on his mind recently had been Derek and it pissed him off to no end knowing that Scott could speak with him whenever he wanted and he didn't have to worry about being ignored. He took that all for granted though that he had Derek's attention, all he could focus on was Allison.
Allison the girl whose entire family was hunters and she probably wanted to kill Scott as well. Scott though, not surprisingly, didn't care though. He trusted her; he believed she would never hurt him and that he could trust her family. It didn't matter that that had killed Derek's, it didn't matter that they were the reason his entire family had burned to death minus an uncle and his sister. He was truly alone and it was their fault yet Scott couldn't lay the blame on them….why? Oh right because he's a good little obedient dog who was too whipped by its master…aka Allison.
He knew going off into his head was a bad idea when Scott was around because he never let him live it down, but these days all he seemed to be doing was spacing out as the thoughts swirling around in his head consumed him. Things would have been so much simpler if he had just cut off his arm, sure he'd have a billion nightmares about a severed arm and Derek lacking an arm but things would be so much easier than they currently were.
"Damn it Stiles will you pay attention for two seconds!"
Shaking his head quickly to rid himself of thoughts pertaining to Derek he flopped onto his bed before looking straight at Scott and commanding, "Speak master."
Scott didn't seem to find it very funny, and from the glare on his face apparently whatever they were talking about wasn't a laughing matter. Wondering what could be so serious Stiles sat up and tried not to make any more jokes considering they didn't seem to be getting him anywhere.
"Alright sorry bro, I was just trying to lighten the mood, you seem super tense. What's going on?"
"Allison's aunt wants to kill the alpha, the only way she knows how to get to it though it through Derek. Derek doesn't even know anything but I heard her talking with these two other guys; they plan on going to get information from him. …I don't know what to do Stiles, do I warn him? Or do I just let them take a shot out him?" Stiles was shocked as Scott suggested this, sure Derek wasn't exactly a happy camper with a positive deposition on life but he always tried to help. No matter what the consequences were to him he never just gave up on Scott…or Stiles for that matter and Scott just wanted to let him get attacked.
"Scott you have to tell him, he needs to at least be prepared to handle himself."
"What if he knows something though! Do you think he's really telling us everything he knows, he could know who the alpha is and is just keeping it from us. We don't even know if he's on our side, for all we know he could be working with the alpha and attacking people right along with him. He's given us no reason to trust him."
"He's never given us a reason not to Scott! He's done nothing but save your ass since you got turned. He could leave you to do this by yourself, he could just leave you for the alpha to take so then you would be the murderer Scott. Is that what you want? Do you want to kill someone? Because if you don't help Derek that is exactly what is going to happen." Seeing the aggravated look on Scott's face he only hoped that he didn't turn into a hairy beast again and try to kill him. It was a little tiring trying to convince the other boy that he was much more helpful alive than shredded into little tiny pieces.
"Why the hell do you have to be right Stiles, I should…" Scott was cut off as his phone started ringing and before he even pulled it out of his pocket he knew it was most likely Allison. "Yeah I'm on my way, I'll be there soon. Love you" Watching as he hung up he was almost disgusted with the other boy was acting. They had only known each other for maybe three weeks and they were acting disgusting….I love you being tossed around already, no one in high school could say those words and actually mean it.
"Stiles I have to go and meet Allison I'm already late. Is there any way you could go and stop by Derek's and talk to him?" That was the last thing Stiles wanted to do but it was either that or let him die.
"Sure Scott I'll be happy to give up my free night to go warn you mentor, why not it sounds like a blast." He knew he really shouldn't rain on Scott's parade, he was finally happy and Stiles shouldn't bitch at him for actually having a life and someone he cared about…even if she was a stupid bitch.
"Thank you so much. I'll text after the party. You could always meet me and Allison there bro, neither of us would mind if you hung with us for the night."
"You know what, thanks for the offer but I think I'm going to go talk to Derek and then maybe get some sleep." Now if only that was true, he knew he wouldn't be sleeping that night. His dreams had been plagued with Derek for weeks and the less he slept the less he had to dream about the dark haired werewolf.
"Alright cool, talk to you later…be careful dude." Watching as he gave a small wave and walked out the door Stiles was tempted to lie back and just lay there for the rest of the night. As much as he wished he could though he knew he had to warn Derek, none of them knew when Allison's aunt was going to strike so the sooner he warned him the better chance he had at surviving the attack.
He slowly raised his body off his bed before moving to his closet. Opening the door he wished he had kept his doors out instead of throwing them in there once he had taken them off. The mess on the floor making it difficult to find the two tennis shoes without a light being in there. Another thing he really should have done, change the light bulb once it blew. He had planned to, and then everything with Derek happened. Thinking of Derek once more he looked at the small dresser that sat in his closet, it took every fiber of his being to continue looking for his shoes and not open the top drawer just to look at the silver wolf necklace. He hadn't looked at it since he had received it but that didn't mean he didn't want to, he just couldn't until everything was figured out.
Finally locating his shoes he quickly slipped them on before grabbing his keys and wallet off his desk before hurrying down the stairs. If he hurried he could make it to Derek's and back before the sun set. There was just something a tab creepy about being out in the woods alone when there was a large psycho beast out there who didn't mind tearing people into shreds. Plus he didn't know how welcome h would be at Derek's house so the quicker he got this over the quicker he could get home and lie in his bed staring at the ceiling for hours.
Walking out the door he quickly locked it behind him before he jogged over to his car. Backing out of his driveway he tried to think of a way where he could say this all really quickly an then leave right after. Nothing was coming to mind though so he decided to turn up the radio until he got there.
The ride took him almost twenty minutes but once it was over and the older werewolf wasn't dead it would all be okay. He thought it would be easy once he got there, but that was before he saw another car parked there that wasn't Derek's. It looked familiar, but he couldn't place it until he saw the small scratch on the back bumper. Pulling off the driveway he pulled his car behind some trees trying to effectively cover his car. It was Allison's aunt's car. She had picked Allison up from Stile's house the week before when her Scott and Stiles had been studying for their chem midterm.
He turned the car off before getting out of the car; he locked his doors just in case before he started sneaking behind trees trying to get closer to the house without a chance of being spotted. He was nearing the last of the trees before the house when two men walked out the front door with various cuts and bruises littering their faces. Watching them get in the car he prayed that Scott was right and the only one who would be left inside was Kate.
Remembering that Derek had once said the front door squeaked but the back was silent he walked around the side of the house thankful that there were no windows that he could be spotted from. Moving up towards the door as quiet as he could he peered inside seeing happy when he saw no movement. Hoping they were both upstairs he reached for door handle praying that it was unlocked…of course it wasn't.
Standing there he wasn't trying to figure out another way to get in when he remember he still had that bobby pin from when Allison asked if he could hold it since she had no pockets. He was glad at this point his dead had taught him to pick a lock for his 8th birthday as he pulled the bobby pin out of his pocket. Working quickly he had the locked picked in a matter of seconds, and slowly twisted the door knob. Smiling gratefully as the door didn't squeak he hurried inside and shut it behind him looking around making sure no one was going to pop up behind him.
Just as he was about to make his way towards the living room he was startled by a scream of pain that was coming from up the long flight of stairs. Looking around for a weapon he was sadly disappointed to see that the only thing lying around was an old vase that had seen a lot better days…"Where's a gun when you need one?". Picking it up he decided it was better than nothing as he started making his way upstairs. Just as he reached the stop he heard another scream of pain reacting quickly he jogged towards the only door that was closed knowing from what he had said before it was Derek's bedroom. Pushing it opened he was shocked as he saw Derek chained to a bed, with Allison's aunt standing above him.
Just as she went to reach the black stick towards him again Stile's did the only thing he could think of. Being as quiet as he could he made his way behind her and then promptly brought the ugly face on her head, taking a sense satisfaction in it as she fell face first on the ground. Knowing they were running on a limited amount of time he went to start untying Derek before he realized that the older werewolf wasn't moving.
"Derek…please don't be dead because we really need to get out of here before she wakes up." He stayed still for a moment hoping the prone figure would something to show he was alive and he was thankful as he listened to him speak…even if it was a smartass remark.
"Wanna untie me sometime this year?" Stiles only took a minute to appreciate the small smile that came over Derek's face as he moved to start on his bindings. They had to move quickly and get back to his house; if they got caught by Kate or if those two guys came back they were both as good as dead.
A/N:: Chapter five is done and it only took me like 7 hours to complete. I really enjoyed this chapter. I know all of you want sex to happen like right now, and I know I promised it this chapter but this was needed I think. So please review, and I love all of you and it it 8 in the morning and I haven't slept all night so I think I'm going to go to sleep. BUT I look forward to waking up and reading reviews ;D (hint hint, wink wink) haha.