AN: Well, that was a long weekend. Grandmother's birthday where my hand was viciously commented on, but it has gotten better, I'm sure if I continue to use it, it'll go back but I don't care. Woke up and I've got a swollen eye...seriously. Where was I when all this stuff became my life? Fun stuff.
pandabear1715: Could you be any sweeter? Thank you so much. I am like so...out of words to say but you've really made me rethink taking a creative writing minor in school next year...I actually blushed when you said I had talent. It was my hand but it's getting better so thanks...I think I'm just accident prone.
Maddelynn: Glad you're tests are finished...hope you have no more to come. Yeah, it just looks weird now, feels a lot better. More Sterek? At this rate I might as well just side track and write you all Sterek stories. But we shall see where everything goes. (I had to look up soap opera music cause I didn't know what it was...:( but I know a lot of hero music!)
Yaoifangirl89: I don't know, maybe, probably, probably not. I'll write you some though.
mistsandstorms: End this, make Stiles better and more Jordan punches...I think that sums up what everyone wants. You're awesome.
Wow, I didn't realize how many reviews this was or how many chapters this had. That's amazing. Thank you all. Now, onto the story. Some of this is per request and a lot of it is me being a tease. Enjoy.
Stiles is curled up against Brett's chest, holding his hand and playing with the gold band on the blonds hand when they hear the phone ring. Brett's free hand shifts as he reaches on the floor to dig it out of his husbands discarded pants pocket. He answered it and shifted his hand a little bit cause Stiles to shift closer to him.
"Hello?"
"Brett? Is Stiles okay?" Karen's voice says through the speaker. Brett smirks down at his husband.
"I think he's doing pretty damn good." He replies and Stiles head turns up so brown eyes meet twinkling blue ones. He mouths 'Karen' to the brunette who nods before smirking back at him.
"Okay, well, listen...we've got the hunters and they just finished up with the cure...so if you two are done you should probably head over now." Brett looks to the ceiling and nods, it felt good knowing Stiles was going to be okay. Well, he better be okay because if not Brett will murder every living thing in his way to killing both those hunters and that stupid werewolf. Stiles lets his hand go and leans up to press lips to the blonds shoulder who smiles lightly.
"We'll head right over." Stiles presses himself to lean up, using Brett's chest for leverage, frowning down at the older man.
"Alright, we'll see you soon." Karen hangs up and Brett assumes she knew exactly what they did and how Stiles would inevitably not want to leave yet. Brett places the phone on the bed while rubbing his hand up stiles back.
"Where are we going?" He asks and Brett smiles at him, raising a brow. "I don't want to go Brett, not back there, not yet." Brett's other hand instinctively rests on Stiles' hip when Stiles decides to flip his leg over and pin the blond to the bed, straddling him.
"Stiles, you need to get better, those hunters are the only way that's going to happen." Brett says back to his boyfriend who raises his own eyebrow and presses lightly on his lovers chest.
"Yeah, but it's not like I'm dying right now. We have a little more time for just a little more fun." Stiles all but pouts before ducking and pressing his lips to Brett's while his hands travel lower before Brett's hands snap and grab them. Stiles pulls away and meets Brett's eyes. "What?"
"We need a shower." Stiles smiles brightly at him and leans back down.
"Can we take our time?" Brett rolls his eyes at the man before nodding and Stiles kisses him, Brett kisses back before rolling them over and pulling away. Stiles pulls him back down and nips at Brett's bottom lip. Something told Brett saying they could take their time meant they'd be stuck in bed for another round before taking a shower but the way Stiles wraps his legs around him makes that thought completely perfect. He could spend the rest of his life in bed with this man as long as he knew they'd both wake up.
"Give them an hour." Karen says, putting her phone away. Telisa snorts and raises a brow.
"An hour? If they were still in bed they aren't leaving it for another hour." Telisa confirms, causing David to hide a laugh and Erica to gape. "The last time Stiles thought they were alone they went at it like rabbits...me and Jeff had to run out of the house." Aleysha can't help but laugh, covering her face. "It's not funny, we were in our room talking and Stiles just jumped Brett. I was horrified." Telisa pouts as the packs try poorly to hide their laughs. "Seriously!" She says. "I'm still afraid to be with them alone."
"Aw honey." Jordan says, rubbing her shoulder as she glares at the wolves. "We're not laughing at you." She promises and Aleysha laughs loudly into her hand, getting slapped on the thigh by Erica.
"Can we leave now?" Marcus asks when the wolves settle down.
"No." Scott says. "none of you are leaving until it's proven that stuff works."
"I may be a hunter, but I'm not a murderer." Brian bites out, atanding and the other three nod.
"Not what it looks like from where we stood." Derek growls back. "So unless Stiles is perfectly fine you and you're buddies aren't going anywhere, understand?" The hunter glares at him for a while before sitting down. Jordan looks over to Brian and then to Derek, at least he really did care about Stiles and wasn't just messing around with something he didn't belong in. She didn't forgive him, not by a long shot but she saw his views and if he cared about Stiles, well, who was she to say it wasn't justified. It was a high pressure situation, just seeing Stiles with someone else must've hurt but if she breaks the only thing that kept Brett strong she would personally murder him.
By the time Stiles and Brett finally pull up, Jefferson is asleep against Issac and Telisa is playing hand games with Aleysha. There is small talk going around the room between the groups, Erica and Boyd talking cute but quiet while Karen and David have their own silent conversation. Jordan and Scott are talking while eyeing Derek who voices his own every so often (usually with a 'What?' or 'Stop.'). Jackson, Lydia, Allison, Andre and Dominic are sitting and talking quietly while keeping an eye on the hunters who are talking quietly. Stiles is quiet to walk over to Issac and Jefferson before ruffling the younger boy's hair, Issac smiling at him lightly. Jefferson opens his eyes and smiles.
"Hey, kiddo, you doing okay?"
"We were waiting for you...are you okay?" Stiles smiles and pulls Jefferson to his feet.
"I've had better days." Brett smiles at Issac and helps him up, patting him on the back and thanking him. "But we talked it over. I'll be okay." Jefferson frowns as they enter the room.
"You know, none of us care if you killed Amber." Aleysha's hands stop and her head turns to Jeff and Stiles who freezes at the door and stares in painfully.
"Who's Amber?" She asks, standing and pushing Telisa to sit. "Amber as in...Steven and Mitch's baby sister?" Scott's head snaps to the two and Jefferson shrugs while Stiles nods.
"We can talk about it later, right now can we just...get this thing over with."
"You didn't kill her. Brian told us the story on the way up." Stiles lips part and he shakes his head. No, obviously he killed her, why else would they be that mad? Aleysha nodded at him as did Erica, Boyd and Dominic all nod at him. "Stiles, we listened to the story. In fact, Brian made sure we knew you would never, regardless of what the brothers thought." Stiles raises an eyebrow and turns to the two male hunters, unknown to which is which. The one, who he assumes is Brian, stands.
"Yeah, for what it's worth. Hunters aren't too fond of people killing their offspring so if they thought, even the smallest amount, that you had killed her you'd have been dead when you were five, especially with the Aberro family. But since you killed Steven and Mitch, it doesn't matter they're probably going to kill you anyway." Brian tells the spark as Issac and Brett push their way into the room, Brett throwing an arm around his husband and shooting a glare at Derek.
"Who killed Steven?" Brett asks, furrowing his brows and Scott purses his lips, looking to Issac.
"Didn't...Stiles kill...no?" Scott asks and Issac shakes his head at his boyfriend, rolling his eyes and giving a pointed look that made Scott shrug. "So...no one killed anyone?" Scott double checks. "Except Brett, who killed Mitch." Stiles looks to Brett who gives a shrug but Stiles just smiles and winks. Brett furrows his brows, wondering what his husband is thinking.
"Wow, we're so not allowed to ever play telephone." Stiles decides before looking around. "So, where's this disgusting antidote?" Brian picks it up from the table and looks to stiles, standing in front of him.
"Now, you have to understand, I have no idea how it's going to taste or make you feel. I do know it's going to work." Stiles eyes it for a second before extending a hand. "You also have to know that, while I'm the only one who knows how to make it, they are still going to try and kill you. I don't know how many hunters Mitch called but when they find out he's dead you're fair game. That makes us fair game by association so we need to get out of here as soon as possible." Stiles meets Brian's eyes, searching them as his fingers wrap around the cup. He nods slowly.
"Fine, you can leave. Just...promise it'll work." Brian nods and Stiles hits Brett with his leg.
"I promise, that should work. If not...I'm lost. I wouldn't know what else to try." Stiles nods and looks to Brett who gives a single nod.
"Fair enough. Thank you, for all of this and just...be careful, stay out of the woods. There's a route if you get onto the main road that head away from Peter's place, you'll be safer in public eye." Brian nods.
"Thanks." Stiles looks down at the liquid and swallows heavily. "You can just drink it, especially since I'm assuming he gave it to you orally." Marcus, Kelly and Jenny stand and walk behind Brian, watching as Stiles raises a shaky cup to his lips. Brett's hand grabs Stiles free one and watches as his boyfriend downs it before moving the cup quickly away and making a face as he swallows. Brett tries not to laugh as a noise of disgust passes his husbands lips.
"Ugh." He makes another noise getting a snicker. "Gross, gross, yuck, ew, God!" He places the empty cup down and rubs his hand across his lips. "God, how did I not taste that?" He makes a gagging noise and ignores the laughter of some betas as he turns on his husband. "It works." He strains, overreacting greatly. "Anything that TASTE like DEATH works...have you ever had medicine before?" Then Stiles frowns and furrows his brows. "Wait...have you?" Brett laughs and pulls his hand away to cover his face while Stiles pouts. Stiles ushers the hunters out, thanking them again before turning on his boyfriend and pointing.
"What?" Brett asks.
"Use you're superhuman speed and get me to the bathroom?" Brett's eyes go wide and he grabs Stiles running to the bathroom just in time for his husband to vomit. "You know..." Stiles says after a few moments, rubbing his mouth. "You think after the amount of times you've seen me vomit these past few days alone you'd no longer be attracted to me."
"Sometimes...I think the same thing." Brett smirks when Stiles bats at his thigh. Then he goes serious and raises a brow, Stiles rolls his eyes but let them go green, they had a sort of brightness to it that they had been severely lacking these few days and Brett smiles. "That was the best gift you've ever given me."
"Yeah, yeah." Stiles says waving him off, before making a pained face. "My insides feel like they're dying." Brett chews on his bottom lip, looking at Stiles who smiles. "They aren't...I think I'm okay. We'll know in the morning, right?" Brett runs a hand through Stiles hair and nods, wondering what would happen in the morning. The way Stiles smiles at him makes him realize as long as that's what he wakes up to tomorrow, he could wake up to millions of murderous hunters outside his window and nothing would matter. They'd be okay. Him, his husband and his pack...they'd all be okay.
"Yeah, you'll be fine." Brett says, pulling Stiles to his feet. "We're all going to be fine." Stiles furrows his brows but smiles at the blond. He laughs lightly and shakes his head, pressing a soft kiss to pink lips before leading his husband back to the rest of the group.
"How are you feeling?" Erica asks, everyone's eyes on the couple. Stiles gives a shrug and sits down, Brett next to him.
"Better. Now, what are we going to do about the psychos in town?" The group settles into sitting around and leaning against walls to discuss plans of attack on Peter and Steven and whatever other hunters show up that were in Mitch's back pocket.
Fast Forward A Few Hours
Jefferson's curled up in between Issac and Aleysha, Dominic's curled around Aleysha and Scott's curled around Issac. Karen and David are asleep curled into each other against Erica and Boyd who are curled into each other. Lydia, Jackson, and Allison are all curled together while Andre is protectively wrapped around Telisa. Stiles is asleep against Brett who's got another arm wrapped around Jordan, who slowly stands, stretching her legs and yawning. Derek and Brett meet eyes and Derek is quick to look away, causing Brett to scan the room and tighten his hold on Stiles subconsciously. Jefferson had been the first to fall asleep and after that everyone just kind of followed. Stiles mumbles a little and snuggles closer, drawing Brett's eyes to make sure he was okay.
"Well, I need the bathroom, how these kids fall asleep like that is beyond me and I don't think I'll ever be able to do it." Brett smiles at her and watches her leave while Derek turns to stare at her before bringing his attention back to his pack. Brett looks to Derek and glares slightly.
"Stiles told me you kissed him." Derek looks up, taken aback. Before he nods.
"Jordan said he would. I'm sorry, I really...I didn't mean to." Derek tells the blond Alpha. He didn't mean to kiss Stiles because it hurt him but he didn't regret it. He missed...misses kissing Stiles, misses waking up with him, all of it. But he didn't mean to. "If it helps, Jordan already hit me." Derek rubs his jaw in memory of the hit. "Woman's got on hell of a hit." Brett smirks.
"Yeah, she's learned." Part of him wants to hit Derek just so he can but all of him knows Derek's not the only one at fault. "If you ever do something like that again though, her punching you will be the least of your worries." Derek stares back at Brett as the man sets angered eyes on him. He can feel the threat in there but there's a tiny little part of him that doesn't care what Brett thinks. That doesn't care what the blond could ever do to him because there's a little part of him that remembers Stiles kissed back, so Stiles still loves him. So he still has a chance. And he'd take that chance for all it's worth, to make everything better again. Because he still wanted Stiles, he still loved Stiles.
"Wouldn't think of it." Derek replies, leaning back in his seat to sit comfortably while never breaking his stare with Brett. That little part of him didn't care because Stiles...Stiles was his first and he at least deserved to make up for what he did. He leans on his hand and looks to Stiles when Jordan enters the room, Brett's eyes no longer burning into him. He holds back a smile as he remembers what it was like, what it used to be like before he got scared, before he made Stiles leave.
"Shh." Stiles giggles against him lips as he bangs into the picture, knocking it to the floor. "You're gonna wake the betas." Derek smiles against Stiles and hauls him up enough so Stiles can wrap his legs around Derek's waist as they make-out on their way up the stairs.
"They knew we were going out, they should've left." Derek mumbles back as his lips reattach to Stiles', trying to keep his balance as he walks up the stairs. Stiles laughs against his lips and grips his hair tightly as he pulls away fro a second, resting his forehead on Derek's.
"They'll be scarred for life." Derek just tilts his head up to meets Stiles lips again. He licks Stiles bottom lip gently before pulling away.
"Oh well." He whispers as he opens the door to his bedroom, kicking it shut behind him on his way to the bed where he falls with Stiles on top of him. Stiles snickers against his lips when their teeth hit each other's roughly, digging into sensitive skin.
"Someone's missed me." Stiles purrs, running his hands up Derek's shirt. Derek gives a little growl at the teasing before using his hand son Stiles ass to pull the man down on him. Stiles laughs again and dives down to Derek's mouth to let tongues battle and explore. Derek runs his own hands up the younger male's back as they kiss, glad to see his boyfriend again.
AN: There's a little flashback Sterek for ya'll (because it seems a lot of you like that pairing). This took me way too long and it's not that great. So, apologies for that. And one more, horrible announcement. I'm thinking the next chapter will be the last if not second to last chapter because I've decided to leave this a little open-ended. You know, true to the Teen Wolf season endings and all that jazz. So I hope you enjoyed this chapter, let me know...don't hurt me.
Also, holiday's anyone? If I get a chapter up earlier than Monday, it'll be a blessing in disguise. Until next time...me!