AN: Ugh, guys I'm so sorry, there's been a lot of family/personal issues I've had to deal with and I'm applying to colleges. But because of this horrible mood I've been in I decided on one final thing I really, desperately want to do in this story. So, you've got an extra chapter coming your way!
pandabear1715 as usual is too amazing.
Yaoifangirl89: Actually Fun Fact here, this originally ended in Sterek (adding on three extra chapters) but I decided against it after two rewrites ending in different relationships. But I should write one huh?
Fanficlover25: The epilogue you request might come in the form of a one-shot or sequel or something or an epilogue chapter anyway. And it's official Briles is the couple name.
I want to see Briles everywhere you guys, everywhere! I'm totally joking, although I wouldn't mind seeing/hearing what/who you all imagine Brett would look like/be. Huh. Well, here it goes...last chapter. Hope you've all enjoyed the story, I know I've loved interacting with some of you and I've gotten a lot of stress out in this. So all I want is that you've all enjoyed it.
"Mmm, morning." Stiles mutters into his husbands side who smiles lightly and shifts, waking a few of the betas near him and Jordan. Brett runs a hand down Stiles' side and Stiles pulls away and leans to kiss his husbands lips before hiding his face in the blonds neck. "Are they all asleep?"
"No, you woke Jordan, Aleysha and Scott." Stiles peeks one eye at the waking people. "How're you feeling?" Stiles nods and watches Scott stretch, kicking Karen awake and Karen rubs her eyes, knocking Erica off of her and into Boyd, waking the couple. Stiles snickers lightly at the chain reaction, watching Scott shake Issac, who mumbles and turns, causing Jefferson to growl and show off his canines, Aleysha pulls away from the youngest, elbowing Dominic awake. Andre peeks and eye open to look at the youngest, startling Telisa who bumps into Jackson, waking the two human girls with him. Derek and Brett both let out a laugh at the group.
"Do you see what you do?" Aleysha mumbles as she sits up, covering her mouth with her hand as she yawns awake. Jefferson mumbles incoherently and Issac leans into Scott. Stiles sits up and shifts, letting Jordan sit next to Brett. Brett grips his jaw and tilts his head up, flashing red eyes, causing Stiles to roll his before flashing green ones back.
"What was that?" Jackson asks, furrowing his brows and frowning softly. Stiles rests his head on Brett's shoulders and meets Derek's eyes for a second before turning back towards Jackson.
"I don't know how to explain it..." Stiles says before sighing. "It's like seeing my spark, it reflects my health and exhaustion, you know if I'm using it too much." Brett smiles down at him nodding.
"When did you get that done?" Lydia asks, leaning into Jackson.
"After their honeymoon." Aleysha jokes, causing Jefferson to whine and swing clawed hands at her, mumbling as he sits up about Aleysha making sex jokes. Aleysha just snickers, musing his hair. Stiles sends her a glare, ignoring the laughs.
"She's kinda right, they did, they got it three weeks after they returned home." Telisa sat up a little at Dom's words.
"I remember that," She tells the group, nodding. "Stiles had passed out, he spent three days in the hospital and Brett was ready to murder someone. Jordan came over with that friend of hers and they did it." Stiles looks to Brett at the memory. He had rolled his eyes at the time, said it was his own fault, but he had been the first one to bring it up, back when he learned about the rings. The morning after he discussed so many charms they could do if they ever felt they needed to and if it made Brett calmer he didn't mind having green eyes for a while. "They made Stiles flash his eyes and Jordan decided it was working."
"Because they were green." Brett corrects and all eyes turn to him and Stiles, Jordan smiling and nodding.
Green eyes gleamed back at her, a small smile on the Alpha's lips and a raised eyebrow on Stiles' face. Connor had looked to her at the green and she nodded.
"They're green, they seem right. Although I wouldn't mind seeing them red in a few years." Stiles scoffed and rolled his eyes as they faded back to brown. She walked Connor to the door, listening to her wolf and his husband.
"I wouldn't mind them being red when we're eighty either." Brett said and she held Connor up as an excuse to listen, the man smiling back at her nosy self.
"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it, although...maybe forty. I don't want the bite and it's gonna stay that mind but...if we're forty and we have kids and...my eyes are still green, I wouldn't mind it. I wouldn't mind being forced to stay with you." She smiled lightly at the words, she always though Stiles was perfect for Brett. They fought a little more than they liked to admit but when they were calm, when they thought the war they were constantly fighting was at a pause they were the cutest things ever, they always knew what to say and how to say it. Aleysha would tell her they were too sweet for her liking but she saw the smile everytime they talked cute to each other. She also watched them run away at eyes now and days, they all seemed to know Stiles' and Brett's 'fuck me' and 'I wanna fuck you' eyes. She walked back.
"So, what do green eyes mean?"
"Is there something special about his eyes?" Scott asks and Stiles looks to him smiling.
"She likes to say they reflect the personality of the owner of the spark. I like to say..." He stands. "She's crazy. I'm gonna go make some food, I think we all need some if we plan to get Peter and Steven tonight..." He walks away. "I still can't believe my boss wanted to kill me." He whispers and Aleysha gives a chuckle while Derek's eyes follow him before turning to Jordan and raising a brow.
"It does reflect his personality." Brett says. "He's a jealous, possessive little bitch."
"HEY!" Brett turns wide-eyes to the door at his husbands scream. "You sleep with this possessive bitch, I'd watch what you call me!" Aleysha, Scott and Erica laugh loudly. Jefferson groans and the rest snicker quietly.
"You never learn." Jordan says, shaking her head and Brett nods repeating the words. "Apart from that, it comes from his love and nurture of others. There's a lot to deciding if the eyes match the personality."
"Have there been-" She cuts off Erica.
"Yes, some people have had eyes that didn't fit their personality and hence didn't reflect their health well-enough." Jordan tells her and the blond nods, looking away from her. "I thought it fit well and we haven't had a problem since." Brett nods.
"I'm going to help Stiles, before he decides to just throw stuff at us." Aleysha says, easily changing the topic, remembering when Jordan told her the story before. Jordan and her weren't close by any means, the only interaction they really had was when it involved Brett and sometimes Stiles. It wasn't that they didn't like each other it was simply they never seemed to cross paths unless it was her Alphas doing. There were rare occasions – like when Stiles showed up in the first place – that the two of them would talk behind Brett's back or tease him relentlessly to his face. Jordan was a tough chick, she grew up with strict parents and learned how to fight all sorts of things. "Hey Stiles?" Stiles looks to her before placing the eggs on the table.
"Aley, what's up?" She shrugs and asks the married man if he wants any help, Stiles looks at her for a second before smiling and handing her a spoon. "They still talking about my eyes." Aleysha frowns slightly and gives a small nod, causing Stiles to lick his lips as he cracked and egg into the bowl.
"Do you remember when Jordan told you that your eyes meant all those things and...you told us that we obviously had the wrong color but Jordan didn't think so?" Stiles doesn't meet her eyes, it had only been the four of them that night, Jefferson and Telisa were asleep. "Do you still feel that way?" Stiles pauses in his actions and looks to the floor.
"Green signifies so much more than jealousy and nature." Jordan told them as they all held mugs with their own separate drinks. "It signifies balance between your head and your heart. Nurturing, good judgment, intelligence, curiosity, loyalty, stubbornness, possessiveness, the need to be loved and love, and the way you put other's first, forgetting about your own self. It's not just jealousy."
"I don't think you know me very well, Jordan." Stiles says with a shake of his head and a small smile. "We might have the wrong color." Brett looked to the man and frowned heavily, opening his mouth but was cut off by the emissary.
"No, I don't think so. I think you've got the right color. Green fits you well." They all drop it after that, even as Stiles raises a brow.
"Sometimes." Stiles admits, whispering softly causing Aleysha to look towards the floor. "But sometimes I think...we've got it just right." Aleysha's smile is small but her eyes read more as she grabs the bowl for Stiles to stir it.
Brett doesn't like this plan, he's made his view on it very clear. Brett hates this plan because it puts Stiles in danger and he's seen Stiles almost lose his life one too many times now. He doesn't want to see his husband get hurt ever again, or at least for another month. A part of him just wants to hold the man and wrap his legs around him and never let him go, maybe even lock him up (at the very least handcuff them together) and never let him out of his sight. He wants to but he never would, he couldn't do that to Stiles, couldn't trap him, make him feel caged, stuck. It doesn't make him hate this plan any less.
"Anyway I could convince you to go for a different plan?" Brett asks and Stiles lets out a laugh before shaking his head. "Not even offering sex for like a week straight." Stiles laughs harder and shakes his head.
"As tempting as that sounds I'll have to decline, if we don't get him now, we might never get him. He could keep telling hunters about me until one of them finally offs me and he has the chance to kill Derek and be an Alpha again. Whatever his plan is it puts me in danger. Brett, you and Derek won't let anything happen to me. The pack won't let anything happen to me, I'll be fine, you have to trust me." Brett sighs and runs a hand through Stiles' hair.
"I do trust you." He says, cupping the back of his husbands head. "I don't trust him. How do you know he won't just snap and kill you?"
"Because I know Peter, he likes things poetic and...he wouldn't want any of it linked back to him, why do you think he attacked the hunters?" Brett gripped his head tighter and pulled him into a kiss, mapping Stiles mouth with his tongue and using his other hand to rest on Stiles ass and pull him closer. Stiles fists one hand in Brett's short hair and another in his shirt, kissing back and rocking his hips slightly. Stiles pulled back first, his cheeks flushed and licked his lips. "I'm still going, I'll still be fine."
Stiles suddenly wasn't sure of his plan anymore, his hands shook on the steering wheel. He had heard so many objections in the past few hours that he was almost certain now it was a shitty plan and just wouldn't work. It wouldn't work but they'd still get Peter, with both the packs here what's one little scratch or life...God, he was gonna die. He swerves off the road and onto the shoulder, resting for a minute and thinking it over. Aleysha, Scott, Dominic, Andre, Jackson and Erica were all gonna be posted close enough that if anything went wrong they'd be there before it could but far enough Peter wouldn't be able to sense them. Brett and Derek were with Allison, Jordan and Lydia, they would be waiting to attack and it was to keep the three girls safe – even though they could all handle themselves perfectly fine. Boyd, Telisa, Jefferson, Issac, Karen and David were all posted in odd areas in case something else went wrong – like Steven called in all of his family and they were gonna kill him first. He sighs and looks towards his shaky hands, wondering if he should call it quits and they should just barge into Peter's house and kill him. His phone vibrates and he pulls it out, looking at the text before smiling lightly.
You can do this. He nods, slipping the phone back into his pocket and peeling down the street, racking the emotions he had only two days ago back into his system before turning and speeding into Peter's driveway where he parks and cuts his engine and all but runs into the house.
"Peter, I need your help I k-" A gunshot rang out and he looked next to his head where a bullet was lodged in the wall. His eyes widened and he turned to face his boss, lips parted. "Steven?" He sighs out. His boss makes a face at him, scowling in anger and disgust.
"I'm not like my brother, I don't make deals with werewolves, they kill. But...you know all about that don't you?" The man says and Stiles eyes are trained on the gun pointed at his head. Steven smiles lightly. "When I found out he killed two of my brother's hunters well, I knew I had to kill him but when I got here he was no where to be found. I assumed, you'd know where he is but from the shaky voice you had running in here you have no idea." Stiles shakes his head and swallows lightly, letting out a breath afterward, pursing his lips together.
"I didn't..."
"I came here because of him you know...this Peter guy, he handed you to us but I...I could never do it, there were so many times I tried but I wanted you to feel the same pain I did when my sister died..."
"Steven, I didn't..."
"Mitch on the otherhand, he wanted it to look like an accident or a disease they'd never figure out in a hospital." Steven laughs lightly. "And Mitch followed you, the little shit knew everything about you, he stalked you right after Peter gave him you. When he called me I told him I wouldn't come but Peter he calls and says 'you're brother's dead.' told me you'd killed him too." Stiles makes fists with his hands trying to get them to stop shaking. Don't worry maybe if I let you live, I'll give you a raise to keep your mouth shut." Stiles makes a run for it but Steven's finger is faster, lowering his aim and pulling the trigger again. Stiles lets out a scream and falls to the floor, gripping his thigh. Steven walks over slowly and Stiles pushes himself up slightly but Steven just kicks him down.
"I didn't kill them!" Steven rolls his eyes and aims the gun back on Stiles.
"I know but..." Steven shrugs. "my mom says it's our duty to protect those who can't protect themselves and..." Steven frowns down at him. "We can't kill you're husband when he has you..." Stiles squeezes his eyes shut before he hears a growl and another shot. He opens them to see Scott on top of Steven and a bullet in Scott's side. Steven punches Scott who claws back before knocking the hunter unconscious.
"Stiles?" Scott pushes himself off the hunter and runs towards his friend. Stiles looks up at him and smiles lightly.
"Took you long enough man..." He retaliates, pushing himself up again. Scott helps him to sit before inspecting the wound.
"We heard a gunshot, didn't think it was here...it was you. Are you okay?"
"Yeah," Stiles murmurs back before looking towards Steven. He licks his bottom lip and looks back to Scott.
"There are more." Scott raises a brow. "His family...they wanna kill Brett." Stiles says, looking to his friend. "We need to get to them now!"
Derek and Brett are crouched low as they listen to hunters walk around. Brett licks his lips and looks to Derek, knowing the three girls are safe. Derek looks back, eyes filled with the same worry.
'Stiles?' Brett mouths and Derek frowns, peeking his eyes out to look at the hunters before shaking his head and falling back. Both Alphas stay hidden, waiting and listening.
"They aren't here." Says a voice, a male voice.
"Steven knows what he's talking about, trust me, they're here and if not, they will be. We've got this place surrounded, no wolf is getting in and no wolf is getting out." Says a female in retaliation. "When the Alpha feels his little spark die he'll come running to protect him and we'll finish them off." Derek head snaps to Brett who grips his ring in his hand, heart pounding wildly in his chest.
"Cause Steven's word is one to go on." Another male voice scoffs, different from the first. Derek chews his lip, hoping that his betas and Brett's betas were able to protect Stiles from whatever hunter would try and injure him. A howl echos through the air and they hear guns cocking and footsteps turning and shifting slightly. There were a few more howls and gunshots, Brett's head snapped to the door when he heard Aleysha's howl, Derek snapped his hand to stop the man. Brett's red eyes glared at him.
"We're of no use to them if we're dead." Derek hisses, poking his head out again. Brett nods and sighs, closing his eyes and listening in horror at howls and gunshots. The hunters steps are fast and rushed as they run to assist their attacked hunters. Derek pokes his head out once more before they hear it a single gunshot from inside the house, a shriek of pain and the smell of blood filling the room. Not just anyone's blood either.
"Stiles!" Brett roars, shoving the door open, tearing it from it's hinges. A hunter turns on him but Brett shoves him away, Derek tackling another to the ground before they can take a shot at Brett.
Jordan and Lydia both sent texts to the packs, informing them that the house had been ambushed by hunters and the Alpha's were stuck inside. They all planned to meet up while Allison drove Lydia and Jordan to grab some weapons, returning just in time to see Scott with a wobbling Stiles, eyes met his.
"Stiles refused to go home." Jackson clarifies to the girls.
"If they touched a hair on his head..." Scott shushes him softly before they all turn to look at the hunters.
"Okay, here's the plan..." Stiles scoffed and began to walk towards the hunters. "While you're at it just ask them nicely to leave." Aleysha runs and lets out a howl as the rest of them continue. Jordan and Lydia both fired their guns as Allison was quick to shoot arrows. The hunters were quick to retaliate. Aleysha is able to take out one of the hunters another quick to take aim at her until Jackson punches them in the face, knocking them unconscious and smiling when their body hit the ground. Jackson is quickly tackled by another hunter, who digs his blade into the werewolves side, causing Jackson to let out a howl of pain. Aleysha tackles the human off of Jackson and smashes his head against the ground before helping Jackson to his feet and letting out a howl.
Jordan shoots the gun out of a hunters hand before he goes and tackles Jackson, cussing under her breath as she takes aim at a hunter on Scott, who is growling and snapping at the man. She fires and the hunter falls to his knees, gripping his wound as his gun collided with the floor, Scott stands and kicks him, knocking him to the ground. He pounces on a hunter that takes aim at Issac who is fighting with his own hunter. Her eyes scan the group quickly, landing on a sneaking Stiles. Stiles ducks behind as many obstacles as he can, making himself hidden from the view of hunters that run out of the house, guns firing. His hand still has blood on it and presses against his wound as he ducks down, letting another two hunters join the fight. She realizes he's going in the house and cusses loudly as he runs into the house, stupid spark. She screams when a bullet tears through her arm, she grabs it and her gun hits the ground. Allison stands in front of her and hands her an clip, protecting her. Howls break through the air as the hunters seem to get the upper hand.
Three hunters gang up on Jefferson and Telisa, Karen is hiding the injured wolves which consist of Erica, David and Jackson. She keeps her own against the hunters, keeping them from her injured pack mates. Scott's trying to get to Issac, who is fighting against two hunters but arrows keep him from his man. Allison is fighting bare handed with a hunter while Jordan has her own female hunter. Lydia's gun still has ammo as she tries to protect Boyd and Andre who are fighting against their own hunter. A shriek of pain comes from the house and growls get louder when they hear Brett's cry for Stiles. Jordan knocks her hunter to the ground before grabbing the females knife and dashes through the fighting, wolves overtaking the hunter. Brett. She cusses as she thinks of what might've happened to Stiles. Stiles. She gets a hunter right before the man can make a break for it.
"Go!" He shouts as he stumbles down the rest of the stairs, landing on his knees. "Retreat!" The hunters are quick to follow the mans words, worry filling the betas and females as they rush towards the house.
AN: Holy crap, that's a lot of pages. But I'm exhausted and I'm in so much pain and we just watched 'Motel California' because we don't know how to go in order and I'm so emotionally drained from my best guy friend sobbing on me (while he paused it) that if I don't stop now I may possibly go insane. I just wanted to get something up for you guys and my next chapter (which is actually the final chapter, no if's, and's, sad's, or but's about it) will be up hopefully soon.
Hope you guys like it, I wonder if anyone knows how it's gonna end. My action scene sucks, because there are too many freaking characters to fight! And I just am a very bad writer at some things like action and sex and...well, I don't think I'm a bad writer all together after you guys. Until next time hope you're still here.