"I want this place to be spotless. I want tons of food, decorations, music. Go." Derek gave his orders for the day's festivities. He wanted this to be perfect, this wasn't just 'creating' a new werewolf, this was Stiles. Everything had to be perfect.
Stiles was still in bed sleeping when Derek came into the room with some food items. Derek sat them on the bedside table, gently shaking Stiles into the conscious world.
"Stiles, hey, time to wake up."
Stiles groaned, rolling over to hide his face in the covers. "Five more minutes."
"Come on Stiles, it's time to wake up, I brought food." Stiles opened one eye, looking to see if Derek was lying to him, but sure enough, he smelt and saw the food sitting right next to him. He groggily sat up, swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up.
"What are you doing?" Derek's voice laced with confusion.
"What? I have to-crack-do this-pop-every morning,-crack- unlike some people-crack-who do not age,-crack- ever. –crack-" Stiles stretching and cracking his body into place.
"Feel better?"
"Much." Stiles smiles, beaming at Derek. Stiles looks over at the food on the night stand. "My favorite!" Derek smiles.
Stiles grabs the tray with eggs, bacon, pancakes, toast and orange juice, sits back down on the bed and starts to shovel the food into his mouth, finishing eating in less than a minute. After finishing his food, Stiles looks up at Derek.
"What?"
"Nothing, just, just remembering things." Derek informs Stiles.
"Like what?"
Derek is still staring at Stiles, then, shakes his head, "Nothing, never mind. Come on, we have stuff to do before dark."
"Stuff? Tell me!"
"You'll find out soon enough, go take a shower and come down stairs." Derek turns to leave, but Stiles stops him, Derek turns around.
"Stay." Stiles closes the distance between them, lifting himself up on his tiptoes to bring their lips together.
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Downstairs, the others were preparing for the festivities that would take place when the moon is full.
"Danny can you grab me the mop?" Jackson requests.
"Yeah, got it, here you go." Danny hands over the mop, giving it to Jackson and stepping out of the way of his friend.
Lydia walks into the kitchen, carrying bags over flowing with food, setting them on the counter, mumbling to herself. "The nerve, what a scumbag, if I wasn't in public I would have..."
"Lydia?" Lydia turns around to look at Danny. "You ok?"
"I'm fine. Jackson!" Jackson was trying to snatch some of the goodies, but Lydia was too fast, slapping away his hand.
"Ouch! Hey!"
"This food is for later. Allison!"
Allison comes marching into the room. "Yes Lydia?"
"Ready to cook?"
"Sure am. What are we making?"
"All of Stiles' favorite foods." The two girls started to prepare and cook the food for the evening's events. Every once and I awhile, they would have to smack grabby hands away from the food.
Jackson, Scott and Danny were still cleaning the house while the younger pack members were outside decorating the area where Stiles would be turned. The cousins went to the clearing just behind the Hale home, hanging party lights and scattering fake fall leaves on the ground. They all stepped back, admiring their work.
"It's beautiful." Sky, the youngest, gasped in amazement.
"Sure is, I think our dads will like it." Grace said, Evan coming up behind her, placing his hand on her shoulder.
"I can't wait 'til tonight, finally after all these years." Evan spoke. He brought his sister into a hug, admiring the scenery displayed in front of them.
"Let's go inside and see if the others need help." Bryn suggested, the others followed behind her. Back inside, the cousins were put to work with helping with the preparing of the food, except the alpha's children, they went upstairs, searching for their fathers. The two children quickly found Derek and Stiles, poking their heads into the room.
"Dad?" Derek looked up at Grace. "We're, uh, done with that stuff you wanted us to do."
"Thanks." Derek could feel Stiles shift in his grasp, looking up.
"What stuff?" Stiles questions.
"You'll see soon enough."
"Come on, just tell me, please?"
"You'll see later." Stiles lets out a huff in defeat. Grace and Evan were still standing in the door way. Derek looks up at them. "You guys can come in." The boy and girl smiled, making their way to the bed, plopping down.
Stiles takes in the sight of his children again, tears starting to well up in his eyes. The three notice, quickly coming to Stiles' aid.
"Stiles? What's wrong?" Derek starts to rub Stiles' back soothingly.
Through the escaped tears, Stiles speaks. "I've just missed you guys so much." With that, Stiles was bombarded with warmth from the others hugging him. There was a shift in the breeze, breaking the moment between the family; Derek, Grace and Evan's eyes glowing.
"It's time." Derek said.
"Time for what?" Stiles asks, confused.
Evan and Grace smile, getting off of the bed, running downstairs.
"Derek what's going on?"
"Come on, I'll show you." Derek and Stiles get off of the bed, walking downstairs; when downstairs, Stiles is greeted by the pack gathered outside on the patio. The sun was now beyond the horizon, allowing her sister come out, dimly lighting the world below. The pack plus Nate, invited to the ceremony since he was the one to find and reunite the pack, remained silent as Derek and Stiles made their way outside. Derek stopped, Stiles turning around to face him.
"Stiles, this should have been done a long time ago, but it wasn't, and now I'm going to make things right." Derek took Stiles' hand, leading him to the center of the clearing. Derek turned to face the pack.
"We're all here tonight to bring another being into this pack. Stiles has always been part of the pack, but tonight, tonight he'll become one of us, making the pack complete." Derek looked back at Stiles. "Are you ready?"
"Ready? Ready for… oh! Yeah, I've been ready!" Stiles threw his head to the side, baring his neck, allowing Derek full access to his neck, to do as he pleased. Derek closed the distance between them, elongating his teeth. He brought his face to where neck and shoulder connected, sniffing, licking and eventually biting, claiming his mate again, and allowing the infection go through the other man's system.
"STILES!" everything went black, silence encompassed Stiles as he feel to the cold, unforgiving earth.
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"Mr. Hale, can I speak to you for a second?"
Derek stopped pacing back and forth and followed the doctor. Derek looked nervously at him.
"I-is he going to be ok?"
"We still have him sedated due to the pain and he's still really weak from the amount of blood that he lost. Derek," the doctor hushed his voice, not wanting others to hear, "why did you bite him? He's not a young man anymore, this could have killed him, hell it practically did."
"I-I just…" Derek ran his hand through his hair, holding back tears.
"Try not to be so careless next time. Ok?"
Derek nods, "C-can I see him?"
"Yeah you can go in."
Derek walks the short distance down the hall to the room containing the motionless, sleeping body that is Stiles. Derek pulls up a seat, sitting beside his sleeping mate, grabbing hold of his hand.
"I'm so sorry Stiles." Derek looses control and allows the tears to flow freely. The alpha brings Stiles' hand up to his lips, kissing it.
"Derek." A whisper left Stiles' lips, greeting Derek's ears. The alpha looked up, but noticed that the brown eyed man was still asleep.
Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, Stiles was still in a coma. Derek hadn't bothered to leave his mate's side, arguing with his pack, refusing only to eat when the doctor would come in and force him to.
Scott popped his head in the door, "Hey how is he?"
Derek didn't bother to look up. "Still the same."
Scott pulled up a chair next to his alpha. "He'll be fine, Stiles is a fighter, always was and still is."
"What if he doesn't Scott, this is my fault."
Over the years, Scott and Derek grew closer because of their one similarity, Stiles. Scott would tell Derek of all the adventures that he and Stiles had gotten into throughout the years; Derek would listen, fascinated, intrigued by the stories, wishing on some level that he could have been there. Wishing that he could have met Stiles' mother, see the Sheriff actually smile and laugh without a care in the world, wishing that he could have seen Stiles complete.
"He'll make it Derek, just have some faith."
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"Derek, I brought you some food." Lydia came through the door, carrying a take out food bag.
"I don't want anything."
"You need to eat. I brought you your favorite."
"No thanks."
Lydia walks over to Derek, who had bags under his eyes due to the lack of sleep the last couple of months. Lydia takes in his appearance "Maybe you should sleep?"
"No!" Derek snaps.
"Look, he may be your mate, but you're not the only one hurting. The pack refuses to leave the waiting area, so we're constantly being kicked out so that other people can sit out there. We barely get any sleep and we don't eat much. Grace and Evan are the worst. They need you Derek."
"Stiles needs me."
"We all need you Derek. Now, I am going to put this food right here and when I send Grace and Evan back, you better be stuffing your face." Lydia left the room, going to tell Grace and Evan to go back to their parents.
Evan and Grace walked into the room and noticed that their conscious father was eating for the first time in a week. Derek looks up. "Lydia."
"We know. So how is pop?" Evan questions, sitting on one of the chairs while Grace sits on the edge of the bed by Stiles' feet. The beeping of the heart monitor could be heard.
"Unconscious, but still alive." Derek replies, swallowing his last bite of food.
"Has the doctor come in and talked to you about anything?" Grace asks, her hand placed on Stiles' leg.
"He came in here, but he says there isn't anything new."
An annoying beeping sound could be heard. Derek, Grace and Evan frantically looked around the room in search of the awful sound. There, there they noticed the heart monitor flat lined.
"CODE BLUE! ROOM 125! ALL STAFF CODE BLUE 125!"
Derek was hovering about Stiles, talking at him. "Stiles, Stiles…Stiles…" Derek was pulled from Stiles' side, taken out into the hallway where the others were waiting. Derek fell to the ground.
Nurses were running in and out of the room with machines. Silence blanketed the group and staff.