Derek was never a fan on surprises, not even the good kinds. So when he woke up and felt the presence of someone in his bed he knew this was going to be a bad day.
"Did you know that when children are abused they tend to look for relationships and friendships were they are also abused" Stiles stated, Derek turned his head to see Stiles leaning against the back wall of the bed, one of his legs was bent and pressed to his chest, the other was hanging off the side of the bed. Derek noticed he was still wearing his shoes, when he was about to comment he also noticed the gun in Stiles' hand. "Both verbal and physical abuse can leave lasting effects on a child especially," Stiles hand tightened on the gun "especially if that abuse is strung along by multiple people" Stiles looked at Derek pointedly and rose his eyebrow "Do you get where I'm going with this"
"No not really, are you threatening me?"
Stiles' eyes started to glow purple (unpronounced to him of course) and Derek decided it would be best to rein in the attitude, at least until he knew what kind of bullets Stiles had in that gun. Stiles moved his arm so the gun was hanging in Derek's line of visions "How many times have you hit Isaac?"
Instead of answering that question Derek decided to be cryptic "I'm not afraid of you Stiles"
"I don't expect you to be Derek no, what I expect is for you to answer my question" Stiles pressed the gun against Derek's forehead "how many times have you hit Isaac?"
"That's none of your business Stiles"
Stiles smiled and moved the gun down to Derek's stomach "How many times have you hit Isaac"
Derek flinched slightly as the cold metal touched his warm body "there's nothing personal about it, it's just discipline"
Stiles laughed and nodded "I'm going to blow a hole in your stomach Derek, then I'm going to put a bullet through your temple and leave the mess for you to clean up."
Derek was actually a bit afraid "Stiles this is crazy"
Stiles cocked his gun and kept the smile on his face "you know what's crazy?" He unloaded two bullets into Derek's stomach and relished in the surprise on
Derek's face as the pain flashed through his body. "Abusing an abuse victim" Derek gasped and clutched at his stomach and Stiles made a tutting noise, Derek's facial expression stopped Stiles in his tracks. Derek Hale has the ability to go from a creep that hangs out with beautiful teenagers to a kicked puppy in a matter of three seconds and it was completely unfair.
Stiles grit his teeth and got off the bed standing up, Derek was forced to crane his neck to look at him. "this" Stiles pointed the gun at Derek and the blood that was dripping onto the sheets "this was just a warning and if I hear that you hit any of the kids for any reason, the bullets in here will do more than give you a stomach ache." And with that Stiles turned and walked out, only later would he realize that he used the word kids when he meant to say pack, much later.
"Where you been kiddo?" Simon asked as his son walked into the house sporting a big smile, Isaac was at the table with a bowl of cheerios infront of him, he was flipping through a comic book as he ate.
Stiles raised the gun and wiggled it "early morning shooting practice"
His father made a face but knew better than to try and argue with Stiles "as long as you didn't kill anything"
Stiles smiled "don't worry the thing I was shooting at can't die"
Simon nodded and went back to his coffee but Isaac looked up at Stiles curiously, he was only met with a grin.
"Morning Lopsey! How'd you sleep?"
Isaac answered "I slept well" and the same time Simon looked up and asked "Lopsey?"
"It's a nick name for him because of his smile" Stiles shrugged "It's all lopsided" And with that Simon declared that he had to leave for work and gave the boys both high fives before he left the house. The minute he closed the door Isaac basically pounced on Stiles and started sniffing him.
"You smell like Derek and gun powder" the accusation in his eyes was easy to see
Stiles couldn't deny it "I have a feeling that he won't be hitting you anymore"
Isaacs's eyes went wide "You shot Derek?"
"Only once" Stiles smirked and Isaac couldn't help the laughter that bubbled up inside him, he darted forward and hugged Stiles in his joy and Stiles hugged back, they were both laughing and squeezing and it was just a really great moment.
"There's an excess amount of gay in here and it needs to stop" Jackson's voice cut through the moment as he entered the front door, uninvited of course. Isaac let go of Stiles and stepped back but Stiles just moved with him and grabbed his hand
"Did you want to join in the hug Dash? There am enough of me to go around" Stiles grinned when Jackson's eye twitched at the nick name
Isaac smiled "Dash?"
"The little blond jerk from The Incredibles" Stiles grinned
"I am nothing like that guy"
"It's Dash or Jack Jack"
"Stop" Jackson put his hand up in a stop sign motion "since there's no chance of you calling me by my real name I'll just stick with Dash"
Stiles grinned, opened his arms, and started walking towards Jackson
He twitched again "Don't touch me Stiles" Stiles ran at him "Let me love you!" Jackson ran upstairs, Stiles followed, and Isaac just shook his head and went back to his cereal.
Later that day Stiles, Jackson, and Isaac were all sitting together watching some documentary on the history channel
"When did homosexuality become wrong" Stiles asked out of nowhere "I mean in ancient Rome they just had giant orgies and nobody thought twice about it"
Jackson didn't look away from the television "Everything changed when the Christians attacked"
"Do my ears deceive me or was that an Avatar the Last Air bender reference?"
"I don't understand that reference" Isaac said, he kept a pretty good poker face but Stiles saw the side of his mouth twitch
"I did," Jackson raised his hand and looked proud "I understood that reference"
Stiles flailed his hands in the air and fell back against the couch "I have lose the ability to can with the two of you" Isaac and Jackson shared grins across the couch and Stiles could just slowly feel the pieces of his heart glow.
He was still smiling when he got up to answer the sudden knock at the door, he opened the door and stepped aside just in time to dodge the friendly punch to the shoulder that Scott was going to give him.
"I heard you shot Derek!" he exclaimed walking into the house followed by the rest of his pack. "Good on you Alpha Stilinski" Stiles kissed his teeth, he knew they regarded him as an alpha but he didn't like the way it sounded
"You know I'm not really you're alpha right?" He said closing the door behind Danny "I'm just your replacement until you all stop being dollapheads and accept Jesus as your lord and savior" He stopped and thought for a moment "Wait…that's not what I meant to say"
"I'm guessing that means no Adderall today then?" Alison laughed taking a seat on Scotts lap next to Lydia and Jackson
Stiles walked over to the living room and, seeing that there were no more available seats, decided to lean against the door post for the room, he decided to ignore Alison
"I meant to say until you accept Derek as your alpha"
"Well seeing as how that's not going to happen I think we should try a plan B" Lydia suggested
Stiles made a thinking face "Okay, how about I stop being you're pretend alpha and just let you all be omega" The look of pure terror on their faces had him backtracking in his mind "Fine I won't do that but honestly you guys" He pushed off the wall and started walking towards the kitchen "I'm not your alpha, Derek is and once he figures out what he's doing I think he could be a great alpha, now what do you want for lunch?"
Despite his obvious aversions to it his 'pack' took to calling him Alpha Stilinski to the point where even his father let it slip one day.
"Not you too" Stiles slid from his chair onto the floor.
"I'm sorry Stiles but they all call you it a lot" Simon pointed his spoon at his son as Stiles pulled himself back into his chair. "I've been meaning to ask you about that by the way"
Stiles rolled his eyes "We are not a cult nor are we a gang"
Simon thought or a moment then nodded "I just hope you're not going too deep in whatever this is" after everything that happened with Matt and the Kanima Stiles has been easing his father into the world of the supernatural bit by bit. He's seen Scott do everything werewolfy except for shift, together Scott and Stiles had danced around telling him the exact truth but telling him enough that he felt everything was okay.
"Yeah" Stiles looked down at his coco puffs "me too" Simon got up and patted his sons shoulder
"I'm working late tonight"
"You work late every night" Stiles smiled at his father, but it so obviously didn't reach his eyes. Simon wanted to stay and say something but he had to go to work, the sound of the door shutting sounded final as he walked to his car with a heavy heart.
Derek felt like complete and utter shit. He wanted to be pissed about Stiles shooting him, he wanted to go to his house and punch him in the face and that was what he had planned to do a week after getting shot. When he got there however and saw how Jackson and Isaac were wrapped around Stile on the couch he was hit with a pang of jealousy so big that it knocked the breath out of him. Jackson had his head on Stiles' shoulder while Isaac had his head on Stiles' lap, Derek could smell that the rest of the pack had been here not too long ago. Derek wanted what Stiles had; he could openly admit that if only to himself. He wanted to have a pack that loved and respected him, one that did as he asked out of respect not in fear of physical pain. He was wrong to hit Isaac, but he still didn't think of it as abuse. He thought of it as a way to keep his pack in check, to establish discipline. But now sitting here watching the two most rowdy and distrustful members of his pack curled around their new alpha he realized how stupid that was. He sat on the floor underneath the window and just thought, he wanted his pack to respect him but he didn't know how to go about it. He knew he could be a good alpha but he didn't know how to go about it, he doubted everything he did and he was too stubborn to go to Stiles or Peter for help.
Inside the three boys were so caught up in themselves they didn't realize there was a wolf outside pouting up a storm.
"I want to be a part of your pack Stiles" Isaac whispered
Stiles sighed "I don't have a pack because I'm not an alpha"
"Please" it was almost a whimper
Stiles groaned internally "you can be in my pack Lopsey, but only until Derek gets his shit together"
"Did you mean what you said about Derek the other day?" Jackson asked
Stiles nodded "he is your alpha after all I'm just filling in until you all get your shit together"
"So you're like Merlin then" Isaac supplied "Helping Derek even though he doesn't know it"
Stiles laughed and patted Isaac's head softly "I guess I am, think of me as the helper to Derek, the once and future Alpha"
I have no idea where this is all coming from but I hope you'll stick with me until me and my muse crash this train.
next update...I'm thinking Friday?
Happy New Year. Oh and FYI this Chapter was written Half in 2012 and half in 2013!