Stiles took a breath as gazed at the building in front of him. He had to make sure he was mentally prepared, for this wouldn't be an easy task. He took in the sight laid out ahead. The warehouse was stark and solid against the landscape. The gravely lot giving him a feel of daunting. The clear sky and cool weather felt as if the day was mocking him. It was at this same warehouse, four days ago, that a certain Derek Hale had outed his supernaturalness to his best friend without warning, and at the same time had set in motion a chain of events that had also cause him to be outed to a certain narcissist named Jackson, and have a friendly encounter with their neighborhood murdering Alpha. Yes Stiles was jumping with joy upon stepping inside. Scanning around he noticed the signature black Camaro tucked near the back, and sighed.

'Of course they're already here. Just waiting for lil ol me.'

Since the whole incident he had been keeping a low profile from all parties involved. His phone had been practically turned off most of the day to avoid all the calls and texts from Scott.

Dude we need to talk.

Bro, what happened back there?

Why didn't you ever tell me?

Stiles call me back.

What's wrong with you? How could you not tell me?

Why did Derek know first?

Stiles!

It went on like that for two days, until the flow trickled out. School was a bit harder to pull off but he had managed. Instead of their usual seats Stiles had been sitting by Danny, who, knowing something was up, wasn't too eager to converse with the A.D.D addled teen, only willing to be his temporary stand-in if he was paid in silence. Well a majority of silence...or at least a bare minimum. Stiles did the best he could. When lunch came around he more than happily ported away and enjoyed some takeout or other finer dining until the time he knew the bell rang and returned to school. Lacrosse practice with Scott and Jackson wasn't even an issue since he skipped to give his body time to heal. He simply showed Coach Finstock his wound, and after a probably too exaggerated explanation, was excused until he felt better. Sometimes he talked too much for his own good.

"Jesus Stilnski did you get into a nerd fight at Best Buy or something?" his coach exclaimed after seeing his players profound bruising. The swollen messed stared back at him, spreading from the small of Stiles' back curving all the way to his right shoulder. He was lucky nothing was broken.

"Well you see Coach," Stiles began, "I was helping this sweet lil old lady cross the street over by Market, when suddenly her dementia hit and she started beating the life outta me with her walker! One minute I'm thinking of how this sweet gem reminds me of my nana, the next I'm on the ground praying her hip will give out while she's screaming about tosterone levels, the price of prune juice, and jews plotting their revenge. My nana she was not! People these days." he finished with a huff.

Coach Finstock stared at him with wide eyes. 'Maybe too much flourish,' Stiles thought.

"Whatever Stilinski, just put some ice on that thing and go home until it gets better. But I expect you back here as soon as it's gone or else you're doing twenty laps for every extra hour you're away. Now go!" The coach walked past him to meet his team out on the field.

Yup the avoidance game so far had been going in his favor. Stiles was also grateful his dad wasn't home much. It would be hard to explain why Scott kept showing up banging mercilessly at their front door yelling, "I know you're in there! I can smell you Stiles. Come out or I'm going to kill you!"

Luckily he didn't have a key, like Stiles did for the other teens home. Small blessings. He had even gone as far as to line his windowsill with wolfsbane to avoid any unwanted nighttime visits. Cruel, but he felt he had no other options, plus he secretly loved the idea of Derek and Scott getting struck by an invisible force field.

Surprisingly Derek had given him a lot of space during his four day meditation. Stiles figured he would be hounding him aggressively with even more questions now that the cat was out of the bag, trying to move things along, but as far as Stiles was concerned Derek had kept his distance. There was the one incident where the older teen had showed up outside his house the next day in what Stiles assumed was an attempt to reconcile.

The black Camaro had pulled up across the street some time after Stiles had gotten home from school and just sat there. A gesture.

'I'm here to talk,' it said.

Stiles understood the message, loud and clear, but his initial anger over the incident the day before got the better of him. Using his powers, in a blink of an eye he coated Derek's car with every condiment in the house, eggs included. He couldn't see or hear Derek's reaction, but after sitting there for a moment the Camaro sprang to life and slid off into suburbia, windshield wipers going.

'Message Received.'

Stiles couldn't hide the small grin on his face as he relived the memory. With powers like his he could turn this avoidance thing into an art, but he had matters to handle. He started walking towards the warehouse ahead. Making his way up the stairs on the building's side and through the door he had to let his eyes adjust to the initial dimness inside. There, in the middle were the two men he was looking for.

Derek and Scott turned towards Stiles as he approached. They had been waiting there for him for nearly an hour. Neither had expected to be here today, it was a pretty random turn of events. Scott received a text from his friend Stiles telling him to meet him at their location around 3:30. It was the first communication between the two of them in four days. He hurried over as soon as he could. When he and Derek showed up at the same time they both realized they had gotten the same text. Derek just gave him his usual hitched eyebrow before sauntering inside. Neither said a word while they waited. In the last four days they had really talked enough, for either of their liking.

The first day was mostly a rapid fire assault of questions from Scott about his friends recent outing. He soon figured out though that asking Derek would get him nowhere. Albeit Derek helped him figure this out by kicking him through the Hale manor's front door, he realized getting the answers from his friend would be best. But Since Stiles wasn't around, and not talking to him, Scott took it upon himself learn some of his own wolfy facts from Derek. Those three days hadn't been the older wolf's favorite.

Stiles stopped a short distance away from them. Derek took in the boy before him. He had to admit after four days seeing the faerie felt nice, it made a spot in his chest warm, and put a bit of his tension at ease. Stiles stood there with his hands tucked in dark jeans, one leg cocked forward, and shoulders back, displaying his white thermal that he wore under a blue-green plaid shirt just the way Derek liked, finishing the whole look off with black Chucks. An American youth rebel for all the world to see. The arousal inadvertently made the yearning man growl, causing Scott, who went to take a step towards his faerie friend, stop in his tracks.

Stiles gave Scott a small smile and an apologetic look with his eyes. For their other companion he reserved a glare. It Derek hurt to see the soft warm brown eyes that usually looked at him with something between fear and curiosity shift to anger and mistrust.

"So how have you Pound Puppies been?" Stiles teased at the two.

"Good considering I just spent an hour waiting for you to stumble on in here," Derek scoffed.

"Cool it Nose Marie. How about you Bright Eyes? Do anything fun lately?" Stiles turned to Scott.

"Stiles stop calling us girl names from Pound Puppies! You need to explain what's been going here. Four days ago I saw you disappear into thin air, and you've been like a ghost ever since!"

Stiles rolled his eyes at Scott. "Ok, so we're just gonna jump right into this then huh? Alright, yes, as Wolf Vader over there told you so kindly with my full permission, I am in fact a faerie. No I don't have wings to fly, and no you can't put me away in a lantern. I can teleport, that's it."

"So you're really a faerie?" Scott asked with eyes wide from astonishment.

"Yep."

"So did you like, get bit by a faerie? When did this happen?"

This time Derek rolled his eyes as Stiles started his signature neck and arm flailing.

"Where in any of our childhood storybooks have you heard about a faerie biting anyone? Does your version of Peter Pan include Tinkerbell with a thirst for blood? Cinderella with Zombie Godmothers? C'mon man seriously?" Stiles looked at Scott with disbelief.

"Hey I don't know, this whole thing is knew to me! In case you haven't noticed I'm suddenly a werewolf! Now apparently there's other monsters out there too," Scott defended. "If you didn't get bit how'd you become one? Did you eat a magic plant? A wish on a star."

"Stop, just stop. It doesn't work like that, you're born a faerie. My mom was a faerie, so that makes me one too," the young fae finished with a shrug.

Scott processed what he had just heard. Stiles mother. This whole time, since he was young he had interacted with supernatural beings without even knowing, and now he was one. Him and Stiles had been friends forever, he couldn't keep the hurt out of his voice. He almost felt overwhelmed.

"Why didn't you ever tell me? Especially after all this happened. You acted like you didn't know anything. We're supposed to be best friends Stiles. I tell you everything! I become a fanged monster that can't even be close to Allison and you couldn't even tell me I wasn't alone?"

"Ahh well it was a sensitive subject for me," Stiles replied rubbing the back of his head. "Look dude, Mom always told me to guard my secret with my life, so I did, and honestly I didn't know anything about creatures like werewolves until you got bit. I mean I suspected, there had to be other stuff out there, I just didn't think it would come here to Beacon Hills, or rather it was already here," he said as he glanced at Derek.

Scott's face took on a small pout.

"Ugh can we skip the girl talk power hour and move on to something else? We need to figure out how the three of us are going to take out the Alpha" Derek snarled out.

Stiles chuckled softly, the way it went from low to high and low again without raising in sound made Derek's ears tingle.

"You sure you don't want to air out anymore of my dirty little secrets first?" Stiles gave Hale a small smile laced with evil.

"Look Stiles, I'm sorry about what happened but-"

"You were just doing what your 5 o'clock shadow oozing brain felt was best Clifford. I know. No hard feelings. Speaking of hard feelings though, guess who ran into your wonderful uncle last week? Want a hint?" He looked around. "This guy!" he indicated with his thumb.

"What! You fought the Alpha? What happened? Where are you hurt?" Scott had gone into full worry mode at this point. He doesn't talk to his friend for four days and it almost killed him.

"Long story short basically after Surprise Party Derek over here dropped his bomb Monday I ended up at school, where Bleached Betty Jackson stumbled upon me, which resulted in another outing, thanks SPD." Derek just grunted. "Which then landed me and BBJ in the woods where then we discovered that together we had stumbled upon CMAUK, Crazy Murdering Alpha Uncle Killer...hmmm maybe I should switch some of those letters around. Anyway, I'm fine. Some faerie bedazzle on my part and some help from Jackson and we kicked some alpha ass. I just got a bruise but it's fine now," the A.D.D teen finished his story nonchalantly.

"You came across my uncle and he didn't rip you to pieces? Why didn't you just teleport away?" Derek was confused, he knew how vicious his uncle could be. 'That should have been Stiles' first instinct, especially with BBJ, damn, Jackson in tow.'

"Ahh, well at first he got the jump on me and took me down, so I had to improvise."

"You couldn't just teleport away after you got up?" Scott was confused as well. None of this made sense, Stiles, his Stiles, had fought the Alpha and was telling them about it.

"Dude, he hit me pretty hard, and I don't have furry defense like you do!" countered Stiles.

'That's right, Scott doesn't really know how his powers work like I do. Hmph, stupid brat,' Derek mused.

"But how could you manage to hurt the Alpha, and with Jackson? You said all you can do is teleport. Unless you teleported a tree on top of his head. Do faeries have other powers you're not telling us about? It just doesn't make sense!" Scott had seen what it could do, it was the main reason for his protest.

Stiles was hit with realization, "Oh yea, you haven't gotten the awesome Stiles faerie power rundown yet. Ok, so here's the deal, my mojo's like an extension of my body. My power works best when my body's doing best. If I eat a good meal and my bodies in good shape, I can port all day long. But if my I'm injured, or don't have enough fuel my power's thrown off balance and each step takes a bite outta me. Kinda like The Flash if he doesn't have enough hot dogs. The Alpha's no Betty White, Scott. That hit took a pretty big toll, I only had about 1 step left and I still had to get to Jackson."

Scott had a puzzled look on his face. "So you can't heal or like teleport your injuries away or something?"

"No, and no. That would mean tearing off a piece of myself. Dude." Man he wondered about his friend sometimes.

This time Scott turned towards Derek, "So how's he supposed to help us fight? He can't heal like we can. What's he gonna do, just be our escape plan?"

Stiles' eye twitched. Was Scott insisting that he couldn't fight? "Woah man, don't underestimate me. I can fight better than you" he huffed pointing his finger at his friend who he really felt the urge to punch right now.

"You said it yourself, all you can do is teleport. C'mon, in middle school I was always the one pulling other kids off your ass" Scott laughed. He remembered those days too well. It was when Stiles knack for talking started getting him in too deep.

"Well did you ever think I let them win dumbass? How would it look if the Sheriff's kid just started beating kids up left and right?" Stiles remembered exactly which incidents Scott was talking about, but they really weren't all what they seemed. Sure he might have said a little bit too much, or perhaps too little in the wrong tone, talking himself into a hole, but he could've handled himself in those situations, he was just protecting the other guy, and his dad's reputation. Honestly.

"Like you could have taken on Joel Rednuk on your own?" taunted Scott.

"Yea, just like I can take on both of your scrawny werewolf asses." and there it was, the hole.

"Oh really?" Derek spoke up with a growl.

"Yea!" the riled up teen stood his ground.

"Well how about a friendly match then? You vs me and Scott, to put your words to the test," Derek ground out through gritted teeth. He was well aware of his body and did not appreciate being referred to as "scrawny."

"I like the sound of that. You two are so busy running around here playing Fanged and Furious it's time someone put you two pooches in their place. Don't worry though," Stiles said as he moved into position, "I'll play nice." In the hole Stiles fell.

"Oh man Stiles, you are so dead for that!" Scott started pacing back as he began to shift.

"Now that someone's done hiding what they are they've gotten a little overconfident," Derek stated as he began to shift and move into position as well. This new, aggressive side of Stiles was a surprise to him. He knew the boy was fiery, but to actually fight him? This was unexpected. He liked it. Bold and unapologetic. 'I just hope I don't hurt him too bad,' he prayed silently. He would hold back, but he still needed to remind both boys of who he was.

His target gave no response. Just stared across the room at the two of them, planning out his assault.

"Go easy on him, use control," Derek spoke low enough for only Scott's ears to hear.

Stiles had just finished mentally pumping himself up, he just needed to give one more push to goad his companions to get fired up. He looked back and forth between Scott and Derek.

" Your mother's fat, that jackets gay, and Beyonce had the greatest video of all time. Bring it on." Stiles was ready for this.

"RAHHHHH!" Derek sprinted forward.

For a split second Scott wondered if he was upset about the jacket barb or Beyonce, then he remembered Stiles had called his mother fat.

"AHHHHH!" he charged at his friend.

'Perfect,' Stiles smirked.

Pooft

BAM! Appearing behind he thrust an elbow into Scotts skull.

Pooft

In a swift motion he swept Derek's legs from under him.

"Oww, shit," Scott groaned as he got back up, "that actually hurt." He looked around for Stiles but didn't see him around. To his left he saw Derek getting up as well.

Pooft

THWAP! Suddenly on his left a right hook crashed into his jaw.

Pooft

Dead ahead a kick blasted into Derek's shoulder. Taking advantage of Derek's stunned reaction Stiles drove another into his gut.

"Son of a bitch!" the injured older beta cursed out as he dropped to one knee, clutching his shoulder. He really hadn't been expecting this. Stiles wasn't delivering any light blows, and he could barely register the boy before he was gone again. This might be harder than he expected.

"Derek we need a new plan. He can teleport!" The scope of his friends power actually dawning on him. Scott was getting on edge, Stiles hadn't launched a second assault after him yet. He seemed to be putting the most effort into hurting Derek.

"He's still one person and he can't be in two places at once! He has to focus just like we do. We'll stick together. One of us will stand at the ready and when he launches an attack the other will strike a blow. Remember what he said, his powers are a part of his body. We have to wear his body down before he takes us down so he can't teleport." Derek moved towards Scott so they could stay close together.

Stiles was crouched on top of an arch near the ceiling with a big smile on his face. He knew his attacks left both werewolves disorientated, and he was having so much fun watching the aftermath. They didn't know he had been doing offensive training with his powers since he was a kid. He was just getting started. He would rain hell down in a flurry of fist and kicks like they'd never seen.

Pooft

He appeared crouched low in front of Scott and shoved an uppercut into his stomach.

Derek saw his opportunity and grabbed the boy by the shirt, flinging him backwards across the ground.

Pooft

Stiles recovered and teleported to land a deft spin-kick to the left of Derek's head. Derek again fell to the ground.

In turn Scott sprang up and swatted Stiles to the ground, happy their new strategy was showing fast results.

"Damn," Stiles said as he coughed the dirt out of his mouth. 'So that's why they moved closer together huh? Very smart. Sure I can easily take on multiple guys, but if they synchronise their attacks that eliminates openings. Derek must of thought of that one. Guess I'll just have to bring some more.'

If he could break their sync he could keep the lead in this battle. Stiles stood, turned to face Scott and smiled. "You hit like a girl."

Pooft

The teen wolf growled. Derek stood not too far on his left side, back on his feet. Their new strategy had worked twice already so he was sure they could win this whole thing. Stiles' blows were hard, but not 'knockout a werewolf' hard.

Pooft

Stiles appeared across the room from him, eyes intense and fist up.

"Whaa-" Scott started to get out.

Pooft

Pain caused Scott's lungs to struggle to access the air in the room because now he was on its other side with something extremely solid meeting his back.

Derek's eyes shot wide as he witnessed Scott fly behind him into a stone pillar, the impact sending pieces crumbling to the floor.

Pooft

Off guard Stiles spiked an elbow straight into Derek's ribcage only to reappear across the way.

"GODDAMMIT STILES! I feel like I got hit by a mack truck! What was that?" Scott screamed, regaining his ground. His whole body was buzzing with pain.

"Oh, did you like that? Here's something from another one of those subjects you're failing Scott. When I teleport my molecules build a lot of momentum. I can then store this momentum and use it to let you get more aquianted with things like that wall over back there. Sure one step that's nothing, pretty much all me. Two steps, that's something you can feel, and three? Well I'd tell you to look behind you buuut," Stiles was giddy with adrenaline. He didn't have to tell them every little detail about his powers. Some things were just better learnt in the field.

"Derek what do we do now?" Scott asked worried. With Stiles being able to deal blows on the same scale they could this might have just become an unfair fight, numbers or not.

The older wolf cocked his head at the whine. "We just come at him harder and faster," he responded. He really liked this new Stiles. He waited for the next attack.

Scott's breaths were labored as his body worked overtime trying to heal from the last blow.

"So how's this strategy of yours supposed to work if you're too far apart?" he heard next to his ear. 'Fuck.'He felt a hand touch his shoulder.

Pooft

Gone.

Pooft

"Oh god." Barely taking in his new surroundings Scott moaned clutching his stomach, he suddenly felt sick and dizzy.

"Yeeeeeea, umm, that happens," was the explanation Stiles gave before two-step punching his friend into the wall. With Scott up here on the balcony floor he should be able to fight them on one by one.

"Damn kid," Derek didn't think Stiles would separate them like that. Thankfully from the noise Scott's groaning he knew he was still in the building.

Pooft

Derek's tensed. He had been listening the whole time trying to see if there was some kind of tell to figure out where Stiles would appear. He had strained his ears to their heightened max when he finally heard it. The tiny whooshing of air that sounded behind him. He threw back his right arm and felt his fast firmly connect with what felt like Stiles' soft face.

"Gahh!"

He turned around and Stiles was a crumpled lump on the floor. Somewhere part of him was guilty for hurting the boy, but his feral wolf on the surface was gone from the thrill. He gave a fanged smile and prowled towards his prey. 'Gotcha.'

Stiles didn't stay down for long. Thinking fast he sprang up, and performed a bicycle kick off Derek's face before porting again to give him a flying kick into his lower back, and again to deal a handstand kick to his stomach. The last hit left Derek thrown on his backside and above he saw Stiles falling from the air to finish him with a last blow.

Stiles prepared for his fist to connect but, suddenly he was thrown back!

Scott was just in time to defend his teammate. Stiles had been so busy with his torrent on Derek that he hadn't seen Scott leap down from the balcony, giving him a chance to run and swing himself into a low kick from all fours, the momentum launching his friend into a waiting rock pile.

"I gotta give it to him, he's not to be underestimated."

Scott spun around shocked. 'Did Derek just give out a compliment?'

"I don't know where he learned to fight like this. It's liked MMA mixed with breakdancing and boxing. Jesus," Scott admitted shaking his head. "I don't know how to cope."

Derek huffed in agreement. "Scott, listen, if you focus really close you can hear just as he appears. It's a very tiny sort of popping sound," Derek warned. He didn't want either of them caught off guard.

"Got it." Scott was determined to be ready for their next round.

They both stood staring at the dust cloud that had risen where Stiles had landed, waiting for him to make his next move. Suddenly the cloud of dust shifted and sucked inward on itself. Scott's ears twitched.

Pooft

There, he heard it. Acting on pure instinct Scott threw his body forward at the sound. His shoulder clipped Stiles in the chest, sending him back once more.

Pooft

"Ooof!"

Scott felt as if a boulder was crushing him, weighing his whole body down. Stiles had teleported again and changed his trajectory to finish flying through the air on top of Scott. It was pretty effective.

Derek saw his opening and moved to drop his elbow straight into the Stiles' exposed front. Realizing too late Stiles was already gone he instead he drove his blow into the small of his younger counterparts back, who let out a furious howl.

Pooft

Stiles was on his right!

Pooft

No, his left!

Pooft

All Derek saw was stars as his vision was overtaken with bright flashes and for a brief moment his body was weightless in the air until he connected with something that wouldn't give.

Scott took the new opening and clawed at the leg before him, feeling the tips of his claws gain warmth from the blood until the limb they were holding was gone.

Making a momentary escape Stiles needed a chance to recuperate. He slid down to a seating position as the wall cooled him. His lunged wracked his body with each breath and his leg stung from the gashes Scott had made.

'Damn those fuckers got me good. All those blows of theirs are adding up, my body won't be able to keep through like this.' He gave a gasp. 'I can feel the porting starting to wear me down. And my jeans, that bastard ripped my jeans! I mean yea my leg too, but I hated that leg, I love these jeans! Maaan. Stupid Derek, they're getting smart and I gotta finish this up quick.'

Stiles shifted his weight, preparing his body to dive back into the foray.

'If I take another heavy hit it'll probably cut how many steps I have left in half. I need to take out Scott first, he doesn't have the same endurance Derek does, and that red shirt proves he doesn't have the same fashion sense either. Sorry bro.'

Below the two wolves were once again working their way off the ground, bodies stiff and in pain.

"You ok?" the younger wolf asked his partner wearily as he stumbled back to his side.

"I'll survive," was Derek's gruff reply. "Where is he?"

Scott growled and jutted his head towards the balcony where he could the smell fresh blood. He knew his friend was probably recovering. Neither of them were sure if they had worn him out enough yet.

"Not for long I bet," Derek mulled. Stiles had proven that his strikes could come not only fast, but hard, and Derek didn't like being in the open like this. His eyebrows furrowed as he felt something bounce off him. "What the hell?" A rock had hit him on the forehead and lay on the floor.

"THUDERCATS!"

Derek and Scott's eyes both shot up at the ceiling. Scott's rolled, his friend was a cartoon fanatic, he didn't like the sound of this. There was Stiles kicking his way off one edge of the ceiling.

"THUNDERCATS!"

Their eyes darted, spotting him kicking off another.

"THUNDERCATS!"

This time it was straight down the ceilings middle.

"HOOOOOOO!"

Pooft

He appeared right in the middle of them, slamming his fist straight into the ground, releasing all the energy he had built up with a thunderous sound resembling a roar. A small shock wave radiated out from him, blasting Derek and Scott apart. Not missing a beat Stiles ported behind Scott as he flew threw the air, wrapped his arms around him and, taking another small step since they were already in motion, leaned back, using the weight of his body to throw his friend into a German suplex, stepping away before he too was caught in the impact.

It all happened so fast Scott tried to brace himself for whatever was coming, but as the force shook through his body he was knocked out cold.

Stiles looked down at the human face below him, eyes closed and seeming sound asleep.

"Booyah!" he exclaimed. Scott was definitely out for the count. Suddenly he heard clapping and whipped his head at the sound. There ahead was human Derek walking towards him. 'Huh?'

"That," Derek indicated towards the limp Scott clapping his hands, "was impressive."

"Whooped your poodle butt so bad you didn't want anymore?" the faerie grinned at him cockily.

Derek chose to ignore the insult. "I underestimated you Stiles. I'm pretty sure I'll be feeling most of this match in the morning." He had reached where Scott and Stiles where and moved to take a seat on the ground.

"You should be glad to feel anything besides your morning wood," Stiles snorted as he slid down the wall to join him. He looked at his unconscious friend again, hoping it didn't take him too long to wake up.

Watching him Derek began to wonder about what he and Scott had spoke about briefly during the match and voiced his questions out loud, "Where did you learn to fight like that?" Just like the sleeping Scott he really wanted to know.

"Ehh most of it's innate," the younger boy shrugged.

"What do you mean?" Derek's curiosity piqued.

"I don't wanna have to repeat myself, like one of those annoying cash settlement commercials, so I'll explain later," Stiles replied, again looking at Scott's sleeping features.

"So the Alpha-"

"That one too."

Derek leaned his head back against the wall and mused. He replayed their battle in his head. He had truly seen a side of Stiles he was sure few had ever seen before and it made him happy. The brown eyed teen was poised, swift, accurate, and deadly. Not a single wasted blow, and every hit was meant to deal damage. Even his fighting style was fluid and multidimensional. If he could do this well on his own against two werewolves then he was positive the three of them against his uncle was a sure deal. His whole body nearly relaxed at the thought, until a harsh smell wafted by his nose. 'Blood!'

He opened his eyes looking for the source and saw the Stiles' pant leg was even darker than the fabric and it was moist.

"Your leg," he spoke.

"Oh yea," Stiles moved it a bit. "Scott's revenge after I fly swatted you into that wall," he chuckled. "Now that I think about it, it kind of stings."

"Let me see." Derek moved down and pushed the fabric aside so he could clearly see the wound. Three somewhat deep, and one shallow gash bared up at him pooling blood. He leaned down and began lapping up the crimson pools.

"What the hell are you doing?" Stiles asked him, eyes wide as saucers. He couldn't believe how this checkup had just taken a turn and ignoring his pain began to flail.

"Cleaning it. I'm sure Scott doesn't wash under his nails, this will help it feel faster." Derek went back to work holding the leg firmly in place.

"Ummm, ok, whatever. You're kinky, it's good." Stiles didn't remember reading that in any of his werewolf facts but the fight was starting to take its toll and he was too tired to argue. "Just remember you're a werewolf, not a vampire."

Derek just grunted in response, focused on his task. Stiles blood was a haughty tang of iron and sweetness. Secretly he was in heaven.