Trigger warning for blood and body bits. Nothing too extreme, just possibly gross if that sort of thing bothers you.
The Trans, Beacon Hill's version of a subway system, wasn't much of a system as it was an only slightly crooked line from point A to point F. Six stops with a turn around after A and F. F also housed the maintenance bay and the 'train yard' where the cars might be pulled into for service if they had a mechanical error. Thanks to the geography of the town A, B, and C were above ground Their stations were barely more than glorified bus shelters on either side of the tracks. D and E along with most of F were underground. The whole system was a money losing set up from the start, back in the seventies. By the time the 1989 quake hit, the cost of keeping up the system, particularly the sections of the track that ran underground in a state known for its earthquakes, caused the company to go bankrupt.
The bulk of the properties held by the Trans company were eventually bought up over the years, and were torn down or re-purposed. D had been completely gutted and turned into a small gallery and a series of boutiques. F was near the forest and was built on land leased from the Hales, hence Derek using it as a safe house. E, however, was smack dab in the middle of what was now the industrial area of Beacon Hills. There were overpasses and half abandoned buildings and a few clubs. Jungle in fact, was about three blocks to the south of this particular station, but there wasn't much of anything active at least for the bulk of the day anywhere near the E station.
Stiles checked his gear, and then slipped on the leather jacket he'd found in the Camaro on over his red hoodie, before walking right up to the main entrance to the E Tran station. He couldn't see the guard but he knew there was one there. "My, my Grandma" he muttered. Suddenly there was someone behind him. He let the wolf put one clawed hand on his shoulder before he lashed out, slicing across ribs and bouncing off bone. The wolf pulled back, but Stiles had a hold of the hand that had been on his shoulder, and slammed it against the metal doorway, snapping the bones in the lower arm. Before he could cry out, Stiles punched the knife straight through the werewolf's throat, in and out with precision. That wound began smoking as well and when the wolf opened his mouth to howl, he gurgled and smoke slipped from his nose and mouth as if he'd just been puffing a cigarette, instead of dying.
He spun around to face the darkness in front of him, hands up in the air, knife folded away again. Whoever was in front of him wasn't letting their eyes show, but he knew they were there. So he spoke firmly. "I came to fight for my mate. I am an Alpha, a human one, but an Alpha none the less, and it is my right to prove my worth and to take what is mine, when I succeed."
The wolf that stepped out of the darkness was smirking at him. He spoke with what Stiles thought to be a slight Russian accent. "Hello there, little human Alpha. You are quite correct. You do have a right to fight for a mate, and based on what I've just seen, it will be an enjoyable fight to watch, until I slit your throat and bath in your blood. Still wish to try?"
"As a great philosopher of old once said, 'Do or do not, there is no try'."
The wolf smirked at him, humor dancing in his eyes along with madness as he led Stiles down the rabbit hole.
Since it wasn't the end hub, there weren't actually cars parked on the tracks, but it did have a surprisingly large amount of granite and chrome worked into the decor, and housed what had been the Trans offices. The offices and maintenance areas made for quite a bit of space that could be used by an incoming band of murderous psychotic werewolves. Lights had been strung haphazardly from various places, and there were a few barrels with wood fires going for light and a bit of warmth in the large open area. Signs with directions on which side to use to get to whichever destination you wanted, were hanging overhead creaking eerily. One had partially fallen, hanging by only a single chain it swung slowly one way and then another.
The wolf leading him into the station headed past several closed doors and straight to an already open one. The decor in here was vastly different from the hobo slash squatter chic that he'd passed thus far. That had actually looked very similar to how Derek had kept his station. This room though, was filled with rich colors and inviting furniture. The major off putting thing in the room was the fairly young woman, she couldn't have been over thirty, probably closer to twenty five. She was on the floor facing the wall wearing only a pair of threadbare sweat pants. She was looking down and didn't acknowledge Stiles in any way. Her head was tilted and her shoulder and neck were a mass of layered bruising and bites.
Stiles quickly pulled his eyes from her although his brain was on her at ALL times. The rage at her situation, imagining Derek or Jackson on their knees in the cold waiting their master's return like an obedient dog, had his cheeks flushing his mind focusing on destroying the person, no the people, who thought this was an acceptable way to treat their mate, or anyone at all really. He refused to look at her again, knowing that was a sign that he wanted to negotiate for her time, or challenge her mate. It wasn't time yet, but it was coming. The Alpha who'd led him here, walked back into the room.
He offered Stiles a drink, while making one for himself. Stiles politely declined, which drew a frown from the wolf. The look quickly disappeared, and the wolf smirked at him, before walking to settle opposite Stiles, and then speaking. "So what do you think of our den?"
"I think you've made yourselves quite a nice little home here, despite how short a time you're going to be staying." He refused to take the bait as the Wolf snapped his fingers, and the girl crawled to kneel beneath them, her head at the right level to be petted, dog-like.
"I'm sure at least one of our pack will be spending some time here, once one of us claims the Omega. We are all potential kings here, little human Alpha. We travel the world and when we find worthy prey, we fight and then one of us claims the prize. Some, like my little Muriel here become willing bodies, who come with us, while others have more to offer, such as territory. Of course once we take over a pack as their Alpha the packs are reorganized, often pruned back, cutting out all the dead weight, if you will. After all, what sort of pathetic pack lets an Omega get so far above their station? I'm guessing the same sort of pack that let humans in, Alpha or no. We were a little late getting to the other Omega, but his mate is just a normal human. Once we turn him, he will obey his Alpha, and through him we will gain access to everything he and his mate control."
Stiles didn't bother to mention that Danny would never ever do what they wanted, not if it meant going against what was best for Jackson. The Alphas not knowing might possibly mean the difference between life and death for Danny. After all, if they thought they could use him, they wouldn't rush to kill him.
Instead he found himself studying the wolf in front of him. He was at least 35, with dark hair that was pulled back in a pony tail. To be honest, he looked like some sort of Russian mafioso, or at least the pretty boy version of one Stiles would expect to see in a movie. He was sitting relaxed, but still ready to pounce if he needed to. Even if Stiles had a play here, he knew without a doubt none of his little tricks would work while this wolf was on alert. "So, tall wolfie Alpha, do you have an actual name? Because from what I understand, you all fall into that category. When I'm telling people later about the big bad Alpha wolf who's ass I kicked, I want to be able to tell the tale right."
"Gregory Vilkata, and might I have your name so that I'll be able to properly identify the bits stuck in my teeth once I've won the right to that stunning Omega?"
"Stiles." He replied, grinning at the threat, not willing to give any ground to anger.
The Alpha finished his drink and then stood, knocking the girl at his feet sideways as he moved, grumbling at her in another language before stepping away from the chair he'd been in, and gesturing for Stiles to follow him. "Come along, Stiles. I think it's time we checked on the status of my newest mate to be. We should make sure they are treating him as he deserves to be treated. After all he is the guest of honor tonight, now that he has entered his vaisingo state."
Stiles didn't understand the word, but he got the Alpha's meaning, like a punch to the stomach. Derek had hit his fertile state. For all intents and purposes, Derek was in heat, surrounded by a bunch of bastards who would soon be fighting for the chance to rape him. He reinforced his resolve and followed the Alpha. There were several wolves standing near a closed off area, and occasionally Stiles would catch the flash of red eyes, as one shifted, or got angry. He took in the lot of them, noting weaknesses as they moved closer.
Gregory stopped to speak with a pair of amber eyed wolves, who seemed to be in charge of the closed off area. One handed him a small box, which he took with a satisfied smirk. Stiles had a very bad feeling about what might be in that box. He slipped his hands into the pockets of the leather coat, clenching his fists, and concentrating on remaining calm. Gregory slipped it into his pocket and then turned, calling Stiles forward.
"Come little human Alpha, I thought you might like to comfort your packmate, before you become so much sinew and bone." He pushed through a door, and held it open for Stiles to follow.
"I'm already so much sinew and bone, oh and sass. I've been told I have that in abundance, but I'm always up for visiting with pack."
Stiles wouldn't be so cliche as to call Gregory's smile wolfish, but it was certainly predatory, an anticipation of coming pain and suffering, in someone else of course. Stiles could hear crying and he knew suddenly what he was walking into. Gregory was a fool. He hadn't quite realized that before now. He knew the man had been impressed by him, but still underestimated him because he was lesser, because he was human, but really, this was just stupidity.
Stepping ahead, Stiles dropped to his knees on the opposite side of Danny's body, from Jackson. "I would like to offer comfort, Gregory, perhaps you might let me have a few moments with them? If I have that much time, of course. I wouldn't want to miss the opportunity to give you that enjoyable fight to watch."
Gregory smirked at him, and then handed him the box he'd been given on the way in. "Of course, Stiles, we have a few moments to spare, and while you're at it, here is something I wanted to make sure to return to you."
Stiles knew, he fucking knew he didn't want to open that box, and so he clamped down on every emotion before he did. "I felt it was only right to make sure you had that little piece back. I wouldn't want to claim my new mate with your scent still on him, but I'm not a greedy man, by nature. I made sure the betas cut off a nice sized piece, just for you to remember him by. I would have done it myself, but you know how slowly an Alpha inflicted wound heals. I wouldn't want him injured before I get the chance to really enjoy it." Stiles closed the box, while Jackson, who'd been laying over Danny stared, stunned, and not quite understanding.
"Thank you, Gregory. This is quite a thoughtful gift. I'll be certain to put it to good use, and just as soon as I have a chance, I'll be sure to thank you properly." Stiles kept his voice pleasant on the verge of pleased, while he was screaming inside.
Gregory, on the other hand had stopped smiling, and eyed Stiles suspiciously, before stepping outside and shutting the door.
Stiles spun, dropping down next to Danny and held his hand out to Jackson, "Can you shift? I need a claw; all of my knives are treated and will fuck this up." Jackson stared at him, stunned and confused for a moment. "Jackson I need you to shift, NOW."
Jackson finally came out of his shock, momentarily and shifted. Stiles reached out a hand and took Jackson's. He sliced one of the sharp claws across the palm of his hand, drawing blood. That done, he forced himself to reopen the box Gregory had given him as a sick taunt. Inside was a small piece of what could only be bruised and bloody skin. He quickly gathered some of the blood, mixing it with his own, before he reached for the bite on Danny's side, that couldn't be more than a few minutes old. Stiles quickly coated the wound in the mixture of blood, gritting his teeth as he rubbed it into the torn up skin.
That done he grabbed Jackson's hand and his own and started rubbing it along Danny's neck, after barking "Claws in." to Jackson. He leaned down and started talking softly to Danny. "You're going to be fine, Danny. You're with Jackson, and you're pack and you are going to be just fine. You're going to run with us, once you heal, but you need to hold on. Hold on to Jackson, hold on to your mate and keep him safe. You need to fight Danny."
He quickly pulled out two sets of ear plugs and a small knife. "Jackson, you with me?" He asked, holding Jackson's arm until he got a definite nod. "You keep talking to him. Keep him focused on you, rub his neck, his hair, get your scent on him because odds are he's going to come back into this in the middle of a fight, he'll need the comfort and the encouragement, okay?"
"What's going on, I'm mated, why are they doing this?" Jackson was almost crying now, but hadn't stopped petting Danny.
"They're doing this because they're greedy assholes. They're going to try and control Danny as part of their pack, and use him to control you, which means they get what they wanted. But Danny is stronger than that, and now, now Danny's our wolf, not theirs. You start hearing loud noises and fighting, you get him somewhere safe, you find someplace and use the earplugs if the noise is too much. Try not to go out in the open, there will be a lot of noise and smells and it's hopefully going to be very overwhelming. Keep the knife closed, unless you have to use it. If you use it, strike hard and fast, just be careful the blade is coated in wolfsbane essential oil, it will burn you on contact."
He pulled back and Jackson made a grab for him, panicking. "Where are you going?"
"I need to go get Derek. The others will be coming in soon, be careful and try to stay out of the way until one of us comes for you." He petted Jackson's hand before standing up and walking to the door. "We're going to get you guys out, if it's the last thing I do. Just keep your head and stay safe."
He walked out the door and right into Gregory, who was coming the other direction. "Finished comforting your packmate?"
"He'll be fine. Both of them will be. I figured I should cut it short though, after all I wouldn't want to miss our dance."
"And I have no doubt we will dance, little Alpha." He said, glancing at Stiles, smugly. "Are you bleeding?" He asked, delicately sniffing in Stiles' direction.
"Jackson has never been a huge fan of mine, and he was freaking out over his mate. He's not always been the most careful of people. He grabbed me when I went to check on Danny. It's just a scratch, see." Stiles said, holding up his hand with the scratch. "It's not anything that will effect my footwork, Johnny, after all no one puts Baby in the corner, especially not the likes of Jackson."
"I do find you quite funny, Stiles. If you manage to survive our dance, perhaps there is room for someone like you with us, once you've been turned of course. Something tells me this fight is going to thin our ranks. After all, if you don't manage to kill a few of us, I'll be completely disappointed in you."
"Good to have that vote of confidence." Stiles says, forcing a flirty smile, when he really, really wants to stab Gregory's eyes out. He glimpsed at his watch and noted the time until reinforcements was rapidly shrinking. "So, how long until I get the chance to thin the ranks?" He asks, with forced eagerness, and completely unforced bloodlust.
"Now that we've cleaned your scent off of him, we'll Present off the Omega, and get things rolling. Why don't you join the others and get ready for that dance. I'll go start the music." He said gesturing towards the pack of wolves they'd passed earlier.
Several of the Alphas were staring at him, noses flaring. He ignored them, instead taking in the ones who didn't react. There were a set of twins, who didn't bother even looking in his direction. They were both fairly young, probably late teens. They were clearly having a private discussion, ignoring the fact that they were standing amid a mass of growling, posturing wolves. Apparently the wolf preference of leather was a species wide phenomenon, since just about every one in the group was wearing either leather pants or a jacket, and in one instance both. Then again, Stiles was wearing a borrowed leather coat, so he didn't exactly have room to complain.
Speaking of the jacket, he moved off to one side and removed it. He shook it out and folded it before he laid it down off to one side, where hopefully it would be left alone. He slipped his hands into the pockets of his red hoodie and put hands on two sheaths, snapping them both open and ready. Before he could decide on pulling his knives or not, the Wolves around him all stopped and turned to stare in one direction. He forced the need to make a dog joke down viciously and turned to see what sort of fresh Hell this was.
Derek was being dragged through the doorway of the closed off area. He had a gag in, and was collared and shackled at both hands and feet. He was bare with the exception of a pair of flimsy white sleep pants. He was struggling to get loose, but clearly wasn't going to be able to. The Alphas, as if by rote lined up and strolled past the struggling Omega. Some leered, while others simply sniffed in his direction. After they had passed him, the Alpha would either walk back and wait, or leave. Stiles noted at least three Wolves walked away, including both of the twins.
Gregory was suddenly right behind Stiles. "My soon to be mate is making a fine Presentation. This would be a very interesting dance, even if you weren't here to make it so. Many of the toughest Alphas are proclaiming their interest. Some always decide not to fight, either because they know they cannot win, or because of some foolish notion of a destined mate. Be sure not to touch him, little human Alpha, it would violate the rules of Presentation."
Stiles nodded in acknowledgement before moving forward, for his own turn at inspecting Derek. He knew the moment Derek caught his scent. He stood rigid and looked around, panic becoming evident. Stiles moved so that he could be seen, instantly drawing Derek's eyes to him. He forced himself to remain calm, in order to keep Derek calm. He smiled reassuringly.
At exactly midnight, loud horns began to sound from around the station, layering quickly and coming from various points. Approximately ten seconds later, just as Gregory started barking out orders any wolf in the area, the leather jacket Stiles had removed exploded, filling the area with smoke and a strong acrid scent.
The moment the explosion went off, Gregory started shifting and growling, turning towards Stiles, who was standing ready for him, a knife in each hand.
"I believe this is our song." Gregory taunted.
"Then let's dance."
Notes: vaisingo means fruitful in Lithuanian (according to Google translations)
Vilkata is Lithuanian for a were creature.
Casting: Gregory - Goran Visnjic (He was in ER and Practical Magic)