You all are amazingly adorable, I really loved hearing the feedback and certain things you wanted to see which I may or may not have been thinking about adding. I will confirm no suspicions, no spoilers. But seriously thanks reviewers (touchcloud, V, Guest, mistersilver, Mr July, Guest) you guys make me stay up late and write when I'm exhausted. I like it, actually.
Real quick: I will be busy this weekend but I will write, it's the posting that may be a problem. Between friends, family, work and studying I have hardly any time on hand but you know, if I didn't smile at you guys when my phone tells me you've followed/favorited/reviewed I probably wouldn't update as often. I'm just a people pleaser…to an extent.
The drive home had been filled with nothing but laughs and jokes, an underlying sense of unease in the car that went ignored. Aleysha's eyes were a tad bit darker as her anger at the Beacon Hill's pack bit into her heart and screamed in her head. Brett's eyes snapped to his husband's worriedly, glad he seemed filled with more life than the last time. The looks didn't stop him from wondering what if. Stiles heart thudded with the pain of seeing his pack but happiness of not being replaced. He was sure he wasn't easy to replace and part of him hoped they'd never find anyone who would give what he had given for them.
Telisa and Jefferson were able to convince Stiles to take them shopping to restock the house. Of course that meant the whole pack had to go with them and Stiles regretted it the moment David dragged Jefferson to the bakery to hype the kid up. Regretted it even more when Dominic growled at an old lady who tried to grab an apple he saw was only fit for their pack. This is why they weren't allowed to go shopping in New York but that of course didn't go for shopping in Beacon Hills. 'Because babe' Brett had spoken to him 'they want to see where you grew up, want to understand you. They'll behave.' He lied, they were NOT behaving.
Aleysha was hitting on a teenager, a not yet legal teenager, and there was some groping going on. Andre was staring people down and gathering what he wanted in the house. Karen was tossing make-up across the aisle into Telisa's basket who was squealing at everything. Jefferson was giggling as David forced every 'free sample' into the young boy's mouth. David had a cart full of bakery items that Stiles had to keep emptying. Dominic was growling at anyone who looked at them wrong.
"I'm gonna kill them!" Stiles ground out as he empties David's cart for the fourth time. Brett looks around, wondering how they haven't been kicked out yet.
"They're just trying to learn Stiles." Stiles rounded on his husband, jaw dropped before he started laughing. Brett's lip quirked.
"Learn what, the fifty ways to get kicked out of a grocery store." The sound of a crash stops Stiles' giggles as he looks at his husband desperately. "Fifty one. Brett, control your pack before everyone realizes they're my friends." Brett rolls his eyes and pulls Stiles to him, who stumbles, pressing his hands on his husbands chest to catch himself.
"I'd rather just join them with the fifty two ways to get kicked out of a grocery store." Stiles can't help but smile into the kiss and relax against his husband.
"MY EYES!" Jefferson shrieks, causing the pack to howl with laughter as the couple slowly drew apart. "It's like my mother and father having sex."
By the time they get home they place all the things in their proper places and decide they need to sleep, especially Stiles who looks like he's going to pass out any moment. The pack's worried concerns were annoying but understandable as he sagged against one member every minute. Exhaustion filled him quickly, with an unknown explanation as to why. Brett walks with him upstairs, bidding his pack a goodnight, Stiles mumble following. They all but fall onto Stiles' bed before Brett changes. Stiles slips out of jeans and his shirt, kicking his shoes off to the side and curling under the blanket. When Brett returns Stiles is unconscious.
Stiles groans next to his husband who's hand is resting on him, veins pulsating black as his subconscious tries to take away the pain that pulses through the younger brunette. Stiles sits up with a gasp and dashes to the bathroom. He falls to his knees and dry-heaves before letting black blood pass through his lips. For a moment it feels like he can't breathe, like there is a pressure in his chest, squeezing his heart. It hurts. He hurts. His body feels like it's on fire, flames resting just below the skin. There is banging on the door and he winces at the noise, dry-heaving a bit more.
"M'okay." He chokes out. "Gimme a sec." He pants and wipes at his mouth, wincing. He stands up and rinses his mouth before meeting his eyes in the mirror. He flashed them green but it dulls too fast, sending a shiver down his spine. It didn't make sense, it just didn't make sense. His heart speeds.
"Stiles!" He hears the shuffling outside and Brett's scream. Stiles opens the door as he flushes the toilet.
"Nightmare." He says, recalling the horrors he saw in his sleep. The group of hunters who were after him and his pack. Brett pulls to him and scrunches his nose. Panic fills him and he pulls away to look at Stiles.
"You smell." He whispers causing Stiles to frown and hesitantly flash his eyes, that still dull just a tad too fast. "Fuck, baby." Stiles puts his hands to his husbands cheeks, thumb brushing the single tear when it fell. "I told you not to do it, you were barely there, I can't lose you." It still doesn't make any sense, it just doesn't make any sense. They know what it is but it doesn't make any sense.
"I'm not dying." Stiles said and the pups look to him, Stiles meets each and every pup's eyes. "C'mon we'll all go sleep downstairs." It isn't long before they are curled in front of the TV, every body tucked under another, touching someone. Stiles looked to Brett, who intertwines their fingers.
"I love you."
"I love you." Stiles says back with a nod, pressing his head to his husbands chest. Their rings glow dimly and Brett frowns, the normal bright golden glow affected by Stiles' dull eyes. He should've made Stiles leave, should've growled and forced Stiles in bed with him screaming and kicking. Brett sags and feels Stiles pawing at his chest lightly, his looks down, burying his nose in Stiles hair, attempting to smell the normal Stiles, but it was no more. Not until Stiles was better. He knew that very well. This smelt stronger than last time, and the fact his eyes went from his bright green to a quick fading, dull green scares Brett. He can't lose his mate, this was his. "M'okay." Stiles whispers and Brett nods. "you know, we have to talk about this one day right?"
"I know, we will." Stiles nods, but doesn't bring it up, the pups fall asleep beside them.
"Brett," He whispers again, his heart thudding against his husbands. "I'm scared." It's a confession, one Stiles had only said once before. It's a phrase, one that haunts Brett's and Stiles' nightmares. It's the truth, something that reminds him of a time before this, too dark to want to recall. He squeezes his eyes shut and presses a kiss to Stiles' forehead.
"I know, me too."
"I don't know why this is happening."
"I know, I don't either."
"I'm sorry I pulled away."
"I know that too. It's okay, Stiles, we're going to be okay."
"What if we're not?" Well, that, Brett doesn't have an answer for that. The two boys meet eyes and Brett flashes his red, causing Stiles to flash his dull green and get a sigh from his husband who than runs a hand through his hair. Stiles sniffs and presses his face to Brett's chest, trying to erase the day. Hoping it's not serious, hoping he's better in the morning.
Stiles can smell food, he moans happily against his pillow and snuggles it, getting a chuckle. Stiles smiles against his lovers chest.
"Pillows dun laugh." He mutters and hands wrap tighter around him.
"Pillows also don't have abs." Brett tells him.
"Mines does." Brett laughs again, shaking Stiles who sits up, placing his hands right in the middle of his lovers torso, straddling his legs. Brett puts his own hands on Stiles waist smiling at him. "It's a sexy pillow." Stiles tells him.
"Good thing it thinks you're a sexy man." Stiles leans down and pecks his lover.
"Where are my children?" He mutters coming back up.
"Kitchen!" David yelled and there are snickers, proving the betas were very aware of the romance sparkling in the living room.
"We're making breakfast." Karen said, poking her head in and frowning. "If you're feeling better." Stiles frowns at the concern before nodding and smiling.
"I'll be right in." Karen beams and leaves the room.
"Sti, let me see." Stiles looks to him and swallows and his face contorts into concentration. Pain shoots through him, his head pounding as his eyes flash black and fade. He groans and squeezes his eyes shut. Brett's eyes fill with panic and his heart thuds as he pets his lovers hair, combing pain from him. "We have to figure out what's going on. I'll call Jordan later, she's gotta know." Stiles nods and Brett sits up, cupping his lovers face who is now sitting in his lap. "We'll fix this." Stiles nods again before standing and flashing a smile.
"C'mon, our babies made breakfast."
"I will bite you!" Dominic growls entering the room to look at the Alpha's mate.
"You love it!" Stiles yells and Dom looks to him shyly, worry along with it. "Aw, come here. I'm okay!" He smiles and hugs Dominic. Brett smiles as his husband squeezes Dominic, soon the whole pack comes in and holds them like a lifeline. A lifeline, that's something they'd be considered to others. Family, that's what they are which is sometimes a lifeline. "Alright, food!" They slowly pull away, enter the kitchen. The pack's spread out all excited to spew where they want to go today, if Stiles is okay.
"So I figured you can show us where you went to school."
"And for lunch the best dinner in town."
"Oh, and maybe a movie."
"And a park."
"Okay, Jeff, Teli, we'll see it all." Stiles laughs. They eat breakfast with jokes and talks, laughter and flirtations between the group. Stiles feels the nausea twisting in him and excuses himself, dashing towards the bathroom and sinking on his knees, the breakfast leaving him as he starts shaking. There is a hand on his back, rubbing circles and the other carding itself through his hair.
"Hey, hey, you're okay." Stiles shakes his head at his husbands words. Stiles lifts his hand, to grip the one in his hair, which flips and tightens around his. Brett nuzzles his hair and sighs. It doesn't make sense, Stiles isn't waking from a coma.
"What's going on?" Aleysha asks as she enters the room. Brett shoos her but her face already tells him that she saw everything. "Is this because he saved that little punk?" Her eyes fill up with tears.
"Alley, stop." Stiles says and she shake her head, before storming out of the bathroom to leave him. Brett cuddles closer to him, Stiles enjoying the comfort it brings.
"I'm gonna call Jordan, you're going to lay down, okay?" Stiles nods before another wave hits him and black mixes with the water in the toilet. He is doubled over when tears cascade down his face. After a moment the feeling disappears and he lets Brett help him to his bedroom where he lays down, not releasing his husbands hand. He meets worried eyes and breathes. He's not waking from a coma in fact it seemed like he is doing the opposite. He isn't getting better, he's getting worse. That scares them both beyond belief.
AN: I'm so sorry. Before you ask, Jordan will come into play next chapter. I like to torture everyone, which means more angst and drama. But please don't hurt me. I'm sorry.