I'm totally messing with you guys. It's only 3:22am so I figured I could just write another chapter. I don't know why. There' s no actual reason for it because I'm just giving you guys extremely high expectations for my updating skills. Which are poor at best.
Thanks to my reviewer(touchcloud) it made me blush. I'm glad they're an enjoyable bunch. I also giggled like crazily.
Can I just reply to you guys? Wow, I'm dumb, but seriously?
But here you go, enjoy the experience, here take my brownie with you. Also, if anyone's out of character please tell me or don't. Whatever.
Brett has one hand on the wheel and the other is intertwined with Stiles', who's staring out the front window. Aleysha is in the back, flipping through her phone when Brett glances towards his husband. The blond frowns and squeezes his lovers hand. Stiles' eyes dart to the intertwined fingers when Brett's veins pulse black and fade.
"What are you doing?" Stiles furrows his brows and looks to Brett who glances towards him again with a small frown.
"I hate that this thing only works for physical pain." Stiles smiles lightly and presses a kiss to Brett's shoulder, squeezing back to reassure him.
"I'm not in any pain if I have you." Brett shakes his head lightly, a small smile tugging at his lips at the cheesy line from his husband.
"It always hurts to see loved ones." Brett stops in front of McCall's household and sighs. "I don't like this, I don't like seeing you hurt." He tells Stiles, facing him.
"I know."
"And you don't have fur for me to hide in afterward." Brett only hopes that Stiles will understand how bad this is hurting him, running circles over Stiles hand with his thumb, eyes desperate.
"I know."
"I'm so afraid of losing you." Stiles shakes his head and leans closer to press his lips to his lovers.
"You won't" He murmurs against them. Brett hugs him tightly, arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer.
"Aw, I love my daddies." Aleysha says, throwing her arms around them and nuzzling in between their heads. Both men smile as they pull away.
"Shut up Aleysha!" They say together with a slight laugh as the female wolf gapes at them, betrayed before smiling. Slowly, the three exit the car and Scott is already standing at the open door as they come up the walk. Stiles leads his wolves in. "This is Brett and Aleysha. Loves, this is…the pack." He introduces. Aside from a few nods and looks, no one says anything to greet the others. Stiles kneels beside Issac and combs a hand through the wolf's hair who blinks at him, pain etched in his eyes, evident over every tense feature of his human face.
"Stiles?" His voice is strained, making the reality of the pain in him just that much bigger and Stiles nods lightly.
"Hey, Issac, how you doing?" Stiles makes sure to whisper, remembering what's written in his book from Aleysha. Scribbled in her hand writing the words read about headaches and burning pain, barely legible as it was written quickly, hoping to be forgotten.
"Miss you." Stiles smiles and his boyfriend feels the pain that hits him, pain that refuses to etch itself onto the spark's face. "Hurts." The young wolf grunts after a second.
"It's okay, I'm gonna make it stop." Stiles reassures, a promise to himself included in that. Aleysha sits on the floor beside Stiles and Brett stands behind him, combing his own fingers through his lovers hair. Stiles leans back, pressing his back to Brett's legs, comforting the man. Brett sighs lightly, worry and fear still etched on his face, still pulsing through his veins.
"I don't like this." He tells his husband again who nods against him.
"I know." Stiles says, pulling Brett's hand to his own and looking in the man's eyes, forcing the man to look at him. "You ready?" Brett shakes his head and Stiles smiles looking to Issac. "You ready Issac?" Issac whines and Stiles trails his finger over Issac's heart, closes his eyes and senses for the cloud. Stiles whimpers when he finds it, a dark reminder of when Aleysha had felt this. The pain he felt when he had figured it out, when Jordan didn't know what it was but had heard rumors of a spark healing a wolf like that before. Stiles hadn't hesitated that time to jump into it, ignoring his own pain. This time it felt stronger, almost darker.
"Babe?"
"'M fine." Stiles replies to his worried husband. He places his palm flat over Issac's heart. "Issac, this is gonna hurt." He looks to Derek and then Scott. "You're going to have to hold him and don't take away his pain. Remember I'm doing that. Emotions out of this, okay?"
"Stiles." Brett whispers. And Stiles tightens the grip on his lovers hand, squeezing his eyes shut. The first wave gets a scream from Issac. Boyd grabs his ankles while Derek grabs his wrists and Stiles presses his chest to the table with a single palm. Scott flinches and turns away but then turns back to watch, fear in his eyes that fill with unshed tears. Aleysha's face is etched in pain, watching her Alpha's mate's face. The second wave hits Stiles the hardest and he feels it tear at him, gritting his teeth, holding back a scream so he doesn't worry his husband. He pulls his hand from his husbands grasp who cusses loudly. Brett goes back in to grab the hand when another hand stops him, he looks to Aleysha angrily.
"Brett, don't, you'll break it and you'll kill them both!" Aleysha warns and Brett looks to Stiles, tears in his eyes. Erica looks to them, eyes wide and mouth agape.
"Both?" She whispers to them. Aleysha met her eyes.
"I had the same thing last year. They did a lot of research and knew not to break Stiles from his spark or it'd kill us both. What they didn't know was that…Stiles could die after saving me." Jackson looks up horrified, his own chest filling with pain. They lost Stiles once, they couldn't lose him permanently. "He was out for four weeks and when he came to…we thought…" Aleysha's voice fail her and she looks to Stiles, rubbing at her tears.
"He promised!" Brett growls. Aleysha looks to him.
"He said he wouldn't do it without you!" Aleysha bites to him, wishing Brett had made his lover promise not to let go. Brett glares at the pack.
"What did killing him emotionally not satisfy you!" The Beacon Hill pack, aside from Boyd and Derek gape at the Alpha, shocked he would say that outright.
"Brett!" Aleysha scolds as A scream tears through Issac and Stiles, Stiles leaning slightly forward as the third wave crashed over him. Both men screaming had sweat shining on them, pain coursing through them. Aleysha's tears fall harder and she puts a hand to her mouth. Brett looks to his husband and runs fingers over his own wedding band, watching as the band flashes gold and his veins pulse black. "You're wasting it." She gasps out.
"No, I'm not, you didn't seem him last time, you were unconscious." Stiles pinched face fades into the calm one he had on before. His body relaxes slightly, his breathing evens out and he looks like he was finished or hadn't started. One thing both his pack member and mate wish was true. They could be in New York, Stiles would be fine. "We'll renew our vows if we have to I'm not losing him." Aleysha nods at her Alpha's words, knowing the truth in them went beyond what they would hope and looks back to Stiles.
"Two or three?" She questions, remembering how Stiles knew how many waves of pain would hit him before he went in.
"Three more, his eyes told me six when he picked us up." Brett tells her, recalling the eyes that met his before they walked to the car. Issac thrashes as another scream tears through him, Derek's eyes are snapping from his beta to his mate's….ex-boyfriends who scream gets louder as tears pour from closed eyes down his red face.
"He shouldn't have risked his life." Derek says and Brett looks over to Derek, narrowing his eyes lightly. At the sixth scream Stiles falls backwards and Issac shoots up, panting. Stiles turns and coughs up blood, gripping his abdomen and apologizing. Aleysha and Brett are quick to grab his hands and rub his back. Stiles coughs again and smiles shakily to his boyfriend, shoving the hands away.
"Issac?" Stiles questions while Issac presses a hand to his heart and looks to Stiles, in awe and in shock. Wondering how someone they so easily pushed aside would so easily return and go through that pain.
"Yeah, dumbass, he's okay." Aleysha tells him, her voice shaky. Her veins pulsing black while Stiles feels the pain escape him. She gasps when Stiles rejects in and shakes his head lightly.
"Allie, stop." He whispers. She listens, withdrawing her hands and looks to her Alpha, who's rubbing blood and tears off his mates chin and cheeks. "You used our ring?" Stiles meets blue eyes and Brett nods.
"Couldn't let you go yet." Stiles smiles and puts their hands together so the rings clink together perfectly. His eyes snap down to them, a small smile on his lips when they come back up to see blue eyes.
"I'm not dying." Stiles reassures and Brett frowns.
"How much?" Brett asks his lover who frowns. Stiles looks down and flashes his eyes a bright green before looking back up to his mate. "Then we're staying here, I'm not putting you on a plane until you're better."
"I want to go home." Stiles says, he swallows. The pain of this reunion, the fear of getting close to them just to lose them all over again is fresh in his heart and scarier than he thought possible. It physically starts to hurt him, to think about it and he knows his lover knows this. "I want you to bite me." Brett raises a brow and smirks.
"No you don't. Well, you do, but not yet, you just want to go home." Stiles sighs but knows what his lover says is true. He doesn't want to be a werewolf, his pack knew that just as much as he did. Being home sounded good though. Brett stares at his lover for a moment causing Stiles to slip his eyes shut as he smiled. He made a face of concentration and force causing Brett to chuckle. "What…the hell are you doing babe?"
"I don't like seeing you in pain." Stiles replies, using his husbands line against him. Brett leaned forward, resting his head against his husbands who smiled up at him, eye fluttering open.
"Too bad you're the one hurting." Stiles looks to the connected hand as Brett's veins pulse black, he tugs at his hand and the veins fade to normal.
"Stop." Stiles whispers. "Jeff, will kill you if you go in there grunting with my pain."
"Jeff will kill me if you go in there grunting in your pain." Stiles smiles and pulls his hand away completely.
"I'm okay." Stiles reassures. "I'm awake."
"You guys are giving me cavities! I'm just glad this pack thing comes with dental insurance." Stiles blushes and looks towards his old friends who are shifting awkwardly while Issac looks at him as though he still has white-hot pain pulsing through him. Stiles licks his lips and frowns.
"Sorry." He looks to Issac. "I'm pretty sure it's all gone but we'll be here for a while so if…if not…you somehow have my number." Issac nods. "Uhm, we're gonna…go." He says and pulls his boyfriend up wincing.
"Wait." Scott stops him and Stiles looks to him with raised eyebrows, waiting. His ex-best friend opens his mouth and pauses before snapping it closed and looking away. "Thanks." Stiles smiles lightly and nods but doesn't respond as he follows his beta out of the house, pulling his husband to follow.
"Does this mean you two will have to wait to make biological pack mates?" Stiles laughs and hits Aleysha lightly on the back of the head but Derek flinches at the words and looks to the floor. The pack remains silent as they listen to their missed Stiles and his new pack mates head towards the car, before driving off.
AN: There. I like angst, I like killing people off and torturing them in my stories. I have a very dark heart. It's kind of horrible. At the same time I like happy endings, I also like miserable endings. See my problem here? I have no idea how I'm going to end this, there's so many things to do. This will most likely get a lot darker before it gets a lot brighter. Drama and all that stuff.
Alright, I'm out lovelies, hope you liked. I still don't.
PS. Very busy day tomorrow, not sure if I'll update the next chapter immediately which may or may not be all about Derek's pack reacting to seeing Stiles. And most likely longer, sorry? Maybe.