AN: I'm so tired, I think I'm gonna just knock out once this is up. Although, let's be honest by the time I write it I'll be so awake I'll hate myself. So, enjoy this.
pandabear1715, thank you so much, that's so amazing for you to say that.
Maddelynn: I hear ya. Is Arrow any good? I'm thinking I should check it out, that an Grimm. Hmm. I know this isn't traditional or anything but will you marry me? In love with Emeli Sande! Well, I've got a reason to be awake now, thanks beau.
Scott was too thrilled to tell the new pack to come over and work together. He told Issac first but the rest of the wolves heard him. Issac had smiled up at him and then got up to get dressed while the rest of the wolves got excited and talked, wondering what happened while the pack was gone. Scott frowned, wondering if his friend hated him for choosing his Alpha. He had talked to Issac and his boyfriend said the youngest boy, Jefferson, was genuine when he said Stiles understood. Scott laid back down to stare at the ceiling and waited, wondering, lost in his own mind.
Jackson looks up from his place on the steps at the sound of laughing and sees a female on Stiles' back, someone he hadn't seen before. Next to them is Brett, who's laughing at them. Aleysha and Dominic are wrestling on the way over while, Telisa and Andre are teasing Jefferson who just snaps dull teeth at them and barks. Karen and David are doing their silent talk thing while they hold hands and walk. Erica comes out and smiles at them. Stiles lets the girl slip off his back.
"Hey, guys this is Jordan, she's Brett's emissary. Jor, this is Jackson and Erica." Stiles tells them before patting Jackson's shoulder and walking past him, he nudges Erica and gives her a small smile that she returns happily. Both then turn to look at a beaming group of werewolves and a suspicious yet smiling husband.
"What happened?" Erica asks, looking to the group. The wolves ignore Stiles' yell for the rest to go outside and meet Jordan. Aleysha sits in front of Jackson and knocks Dominic off his feet. Dominic growls and flashes his eyes.
"You wanna fight, little girl?" Aleysha snickers before flashing her own eyes.
"I'm older than you."
"I'm bigger than you and could still kick your ass."
"Language!" Jordan growls before glaring at Brett. "Stiles would whoop you if he heard this language from the betas." Brett laughs and leans against the beam.
"What he doesn't know won't hurt him, 'sides, if he isn't here to stop them it's unnecessary to." Brett smiles lightly. "They are adults, no matter how badly he tries to deny it. Issac tackles Jefferson who giggles and Telisa jumps on Issac. Aleysha and Dominic are rough housing while Erica, Andre and Jackson are putting bets on it. Boyd is watching amused next to Karen and David. While Jordan shakes her head.
"Stiles…" Scott says before cutting himself off, he doesn't know how to word this. Stiles raises his brows at Scott before frowning. "I…when you…I just…" Stiles chuckles lightly before shaking his head.
"Scott, you're my brother, there might be ten years missing but that's not going to change the fact. I understand what you did, and I'm sure if the roles were reversed, I'd have done the same. It's okay." Scott smiles and Stiles pulls the boy in for a hug. "But if you hurt Jeff, I will castrate you myself and I know enough spells that your little werewolfy healing powers won't work."
"Why would I hurt Jeff?" He questions as they pull away and Stiles leans against the wall.
"He looks up to you and Issac, he's a tough kid but…he's naïve. He trusts you, he likes you. He doesn't like many people, he doesn't trust many people. But you and Issac, with your stupid faces broke in. So if you hurt him…" Scott cuts him off before he can finish his threat.
"Jeff is cool, don't worry. Issac and him really bonded while they were waiting for us and you know Issac couldn't hurt a fly unless they threatened him or us and something tells me Jeff would never." Stiles lets out a huff of a laugh before nodding.
"Jordan's our emissary, she's out with the betas…" He points his thumb behind him and Scott glances before looking to Stiles again. "Why don't you head out and say hi? Just be careful she hits like a guy…the uppercut on that woman." Stiles makes a face and shakes his head, wincing at the memory of the time she thought he was a robber and socked him in the jaw, comparable only to that of being punched by a werewolf. And in case you've never been hit by a werewolf, it hurts, horribly. Scott laughs and nods.
"Yeah, alright, we'll head out…"
"I…need to talk to Derek, actually." Scott bites his lip, recalling the last time the two talked. "Don't worry, it's nothing serious." Stiles meets Scott's eyes and Scott nods before leaving the house. Stiles raps lightly on the door frame to Derek's bedroom, getting Derek's attention. Derek looks up at him and raises a brow. "I wanted to apologize." Stiles licks his lips. "Look, we're staying and it's non-negotiable and the betas really like each other, they get along really well." Stiles swallows and Derek stands leaning against his bed. "So whatever issues we have I want to get them out in the open and fix them and leave them in the past because that's where they belong."
"Okay. You're right." Stiles smiles lightly. They both fall silent and Stiles is cut off by Derek who speaks up first, shocking Stiles. Usually Stiles has to start a conversation that brought emotions up or could lead to a potential fight. "I hated that you never listened to reason, you always talked over me and for hours so I never had a say."
"Well, I mean, you're only say in anything was how much of a human I was." Stiles counters and Derek raises a brow, smirking lightly. "Sorry, it's just…I can handle myself. I hated that you never understood that."
"I hated that you always put yourself behind everyone you love and jumped into danger to protect us." Derek tells him and Stiles pushes himself off the wall, throwing his hands to point at Derek while gaping slightly.
"I hated that you thought you were the only one who could risk your life." Derek stands straight and barks out a laugh.
"I hated that after every fight you ran off and I had to figure out if I went a step to far." Stiles shakes his head.
"I ran off to stop the fighting because I never knew what we were actually fighting about. Every week it was something new and we could never just talk about stuff we were screaming it to each other. I always came back, you always turned your back." Derek furrows his brows and looks at Stiles like the younger man is crazy.
"I hated that you never saw the good and I hated that you never thought you were good enough."
"I hated that everytime I trusted you, you gave me a new reason not to. I hated that everytime you built me up you broke me back down." Stiles' hands are flailing and Derek is glaring.
"I hate that no matter what you do, no matter where you go I can't let you go." Stiles face falls and he stares at Derek. "I hate that I still love you." Derek says. "And you keep making me face this, I was doing fine without you." Stiles stares at him and licks his lips. "Stiles?"
"I'm gonna be sick." He pushes past Derek and slams the bathroom door open, colliding with the floor roughly on his knees. He dry heaves into the toilet and Derek closes his eyes, thinking he's to blame. He goes to get Brett when Stiles calls out for him. He walks to the bathroom and stands there, looking at Stiles, who pants for a second before rubbing his thumb and forefinger over his eyes. "I hate that you're always right." Stiles looks to him. "I'm not getting any better am I?" Derek sighs and slides down so he's sitting behind Stiles.
"If it makes you feel any better, you don't seem to be getting any worse either." Stiles nods and leans on his hand before meeting Derek's eyes again.
"I thought I was…" He admits and Derek tilts his head, kicking his legs out, Stiles falls to his ass in between them and facing Derek slightly. "When I woke up it didn't feel as bad, it felt like it was fading. Even when I was out with Brett and fighting with you and when I ran, I didn't feel great, I knew it was taking time but I felt better. Do you know for a split second I debated flying back to New York on my own and never coming back…" Stiles looks down and his bottom lip trembles for a second. "I guess part of me thinks if I run from you, from the pack that it'd make everything less real, the fact is…my pack…they need you just as much as I did, as I do. I figured I could sit this out back in New York and then they'd fly back and we'd go back to the way we were. Then I woke up and I knew…I could feel it, you know? And at first all I could think was…I'm dying and no matter how hard we try we'll never be able to stop it." He meets Derek's eyes. "I got really scared and I knew I couldn't tell anyone 'cause I thought that I could be wrong, maybe it was all in my head but what if it's not."
"But what if you're right? What if you are getting worse?" Stiles shakes his head at Derek's question.
"What's it matter?" He questions back. "We wouldn't be able to do anything. I'd just be telling everyone I'm dying and you have to sit there and deal with it, say your goodbyes and let it go, let me go." He shakes his head. "I wouldn't ask of you guys what I wouldn't be able to do."
"We could find a way." Derek fights and Stiles lets out a laugh.
"Do you know if a wolf bites me I could lose my spark and worse I could die. I know that's always a risk when biting people but the chances of me and my spark rejecting the bite is so much higher." He takes in a deep breath and Derek looks away. "When I left…" He laughs. "I never thought this would be my life." Derek laughs and covers his face, Stiles follows shortly after.
"Trust me, I don't think anyone did." Stiles nods and rest his head on his knees. "Do you want me to get you something?" Stiles shakes his head. "Do you want me to get Brett?" Stiles bites his lip and thinks about it before tilting his head.
"Could you stay here for a while?" Derek nods and tilts his head back, resting it against the wall, Stiles stares at him for a moment before ducking his head into his knees and breathing. There was no need to worry his husband, Stiles thought, he could handle this and if not then we'd get Brett involved. Stiles closes his eyes and swallows before flipping to face the toilet and vomits. Derek snaps to his knees and rubs his hand in a circle on Stiles back, falling into a simple routine.
AN: End of Chapter. A lot of things have changed in my head this week but there are a few things I'm certain of. I did want some Sterek in here, hence the that.
So I'm sailing Jeff and Scissac ship right now but I'm unsure if it'll be like friends or romantically, whatever happens happens. I'm also shipping the Alison and Jordan ship right not, randomly, they haven't had one scene together but I ship them (badly).
I love your faces, hope life is great! I'm out.