A human, body checked into a stunningly well maintained Jeep by a homicidal werewolf leads to dents in the aforementioned Jeep, and dents in the human, by and large. It also tends to leave the human out of commission for a brief amount of time. When Stiles pulled to his feet, his eyes landed on something that brought him immediately out of his confused state. There was a strange wolf pressing Derek up against the wall next to the Jeep.
Both of them were growling and half shifted, which in Stiles' experience led to whoever Derek was fighting, being slammed into something. Instead, the other wolf was pressing his advantage, pinning Derek to the wall, while he struggled to break loose. Stiles climbed to his feet and reached into the back of the Jeep, pulling out a small case. He flipped it open and quietly moved towards the two wolves, looking around as he did for anyone watching, or anymore potential enemies. Once he was sure the coast was clear, he slid up behind the strange wolf, who had just noticed Stiles.
He slammed Derek's head into the wall, cracking the brick, before turning to face Stiles. He swiped out one clawed hand, which Stiles grabbed and pulled, before slamming a knife into his side under his outstretched arm. The wound was smoking already. Stiles followed it up with a shot of modified pepper spray to the wolf's eyes. Holding the wrist that had slashed out at him in one hand, and the handle of the knife slicing between his ribs in the other, Stiles spun the wolf around and planted him on the sidewalk, then dropped down on him, twisting the knife and pinning his arms. Before the wolf could do more than whimper, Stiles darted forward and bit the neck stretched out in front of him, hard, drawing blood. He pulled back and before the wound could heal, he smashed a handful of grey granules into the wound.
"Just to be clear, you're out of the running, bitch." He sneered before jerking the knife out of the wolf's side and standing up.
Derek was reaching for him, when Stiles barked out, "Don't. Get in the Jeep."
Derek only hesitated for a half a second before spinning around and heading to the Jeep. The wolf on the ground growled and slashed out with one hand, meaning to slice up Stiles' ankle. Instead he added several broken fingers to the injury list when Stiles stomped on the offending hand, before giving the wolf a vicious kick to his wounded side, and walking away. He stuffed the case back into the rear of the Jeep, still looking around for any witnesses or other wolves. Satisfied he had enough time, he pulled a plastic jug of water out and poured it over each hand, and then wiped them carefully with an old shirt. He threw the shirt and the water back into the Jeep and then hurried to climb in.
Stiles had the engine running and pulled away, completely ignoring the wolf he'd left laying on the ground. Once they were in traffic, he glanced over at Derek, who was pulled as far away as possible, looking at him as if he'd never seen him before. "We're going to have to miss the movie." He said, quietly.
"We're going to miss the movie?" Derek's voice had taken on a slightly hysterical tone. "That's what you comment on in all of this? The movie?"
"Well I had been hoping we could see the Avengers, I was looking forward to it." He knew he probably sounded insane, but he couldn't start talking about, start thinking about what happened, not while he was trying to drive. He'd wreck for sure.
Derek reached out his hand, not sure if he wanted to make sure Stiles was real or check him for head injuries, or swat him one for the way he was acting.
Before he got his hand halfway up, Stiles barked "Don't" at him again. He pulled back, confused and hurt. They rode in silence until they got to Stiles' house.
He shut off the Jeep and jumped out, jerking his head towards the door, "Come on let's get inside."
Derek followed him, silently into the house and up the stairs. Stiles led him into his room. "Sit down. I need to go clean up. I'll take care of you when I get back, Okay?"
Derek nodded, without saying anything.
Stiles wanted desperately to check Derek over. He didn't know how badly his head was hurt from the slam into the bricks, and he was terrified of what might have happened while he was unconscious, but he had to shower before he touched Derek. He turned the hot water on before stripping and then bagging the clothes he'd worn. Not only were they bloody, and likely incriminating evidence, but they would have traces of the wolf's bane essential oil he'd added to the pepper spray and coated the knife with. Not to mention stray granules of the mountain ash he'd used on the bite mark.
Once he was undressed, he quickly brushed his teeth to rinse the taste of the other wolf's blood out of his mouth. He then re-scrubbed his hands, arms, face and neck carefully and washed everywhere else just in case. Satisfied he wrapped a towel around himself, and walked to his room to get some clothes, now that he wouldn't contaminate them.
He glanced over at Derek before heading to his dresser, and then skidded to a stop and turned back to Derek. He was sitting on the bed, legs pulled up to his chin. He was staring at Stiles, eyes wide and wet. When Stiles stepped towards him, one hand outstretched, he flinched.
Stiles practically dove to the other side of the room, and threw on the first set of pants he could blindly reach for, not moving his eyes off of Derek, who was now shivering. Stiles quickly pulled a t-shirt over his head.
One hand out, he slowly walked back across the room, eyes never leaving Derek's. "Will you let me check you over?" He asked softly. "I just need to make sure you're okay."
Derek nodded and put his legs down, still not talking.
Stiles turned on the bedside light and angled it to get more light on Derek's head. He ran his hands over the back of Derek's head, wiping away some blood, but not finding any remaining damage. "You're head looks alright. Where else are you hurt?"
Derek just shook his head, and Stiles sat down on the bed next to him. "I don't quite know how long I was out for after he hit me, but did he say or do something that upset you?"
"He didn't say anything I wasn't expecting. Apparently he saw you kiss me, and it pissed him off. It triggered the instinct to fight for an Omega."
"I guess that means no more PDA's until you decide if you like me or not." Stiles joked, before growing sober. "I'm sorry, Derek. You just looked so happy and I wasn't even thinking, it just felt right to kiss you, and all I've managed to do is get you assaulted and traumatized, and then nearly dose you with wolf's bane twice in ten minutes."
"Wolf's bane?" Derek asked, confused.
Wolf's bane essential oil. The knife blade was coated in it, and I added it to the pepper spray mix. That's not to mention the mountain ash I used on him." Stiles tilted his head, looking at Derek. "You didn't smell it?" He asked.
"I couldn't smell anything past the pepper spray. Is, um, is that why you didn't want me touching you?"
"Yeah, the oil is super easy to get everywhere, and it burns werewolves on contact. That's why I bagged the clothes I wore tonight, and didn't even try to get new clothes until I was clean. Sorry if I upset you, but I didn't want you to get hurt."
"I'm, sorry too. I know you're looking out for me, and I know you're not like them, but things got kind of fuzzy after I hit my head, and once I was with it again, you were in Alpha mode, putting out pheromones and ordering me to do things, I think I short circuited somewhere in all that, and I just... I..." He practically roared, in frustration. "Despite my sexual orientation, I'm still a fucking Alpha werewolf, I should not be losing it this badly over what amounts to a fight, even one I was in the process of losing."
"Derek, tonight was more than losing a fight, and what's up with that, anyway. I know he was a sexual Alpha, but rank wise he was definitely a Beta. That loser wasn't any stronger than Scott on a good day, and you can wipe the floor with him on your worst day."
"When it comes to mating, once an Alpha has proven themselves it's harder for me to refuse them. He knocked out a potential suitor and then was trying to force me to submit to him. I could fight him physically, or I could put everything into fighting him mentally, but once it got that far, trying to do both would mean I'd lose. That being said, he knocked you out without warning and barely damaged you at all. You let him see you coming, turned every attack back on him, and forced him to submit to you. Which of you would my wolf be completely helpless against?"
"And then I had to bark orders instead of explaining, because I was trying to get us to safe territory, before I started freaking out. Not to mention me saying I was going to 'take care of you when I get back'. Boy when I fuck up... I fuck up. I'm sorry."
Derek picked up Stiles' hand and held it. "You don't have any reason to apologize. You protected me, and got us somewhere safe, and then even when I freaked out, you just worked on getting me calmed down. This was a really shitty situation, and you did everything you could to keep me safe, even from myself. Can we just maybe pretend everything after that kiss didn't happen?" He looked at Stiles hopefully.
"I know it's not The Avengers in a theater, but you know, I think we have some microwave popcorn, and I'd be willing to bet there's at least something watchable on pay-per-view. Why don't we go downstairs and finish our date? Popcorn, a movie, and some snuggling on the couch?" He gave Derek a hopeful smile.
"I think I'd like that." He said, leaning forward and kissing Stiles on the cheek, before heading downstairs.