Notes: Obviously some violence this chapter, as well as non-graphic aftermath of an attempted rape.
Stiles rushed back down the stairs and into the station. As he went, he blew two silent blasts on the dog whistle, hopefully giving his wolves an idea that he was coming and where to find him. If they were going to retrieve the betas, they needed to coordinate their efforts. He knew Isaac at least, would be chomping at the bit to get them. Scott would be in because it was the right thing to do, but he didn't count on Scott even realizing the situation without one of the others explaining. His dad would follow even if he begged him not to, and surprisingly enough, he really believed Peter would help, even if some part of his agreeing was merely to find out what they'd told the Alphas.
The thing was, Stiles couldn't blame them if they talked. He somehow doubted the Alphas just took anything they said at face value, and those howls sounded like they were in pain. They were loud enough, but quality wise barely better than Scott's first pathetic baby Simba roar.
Stiles tried to remember what he'd seen of the stations layout as he rushed into the still smoke filled platform area. He knew the platform on the other side of the tracks had a door leading to maintenance tunnels, and at least one area with with access to the pipes and probably the electric as well. He oriented himself toward that direction, he was almost positive they were there. He moved toward the stairway down to the tracks, and then up to the other side when he realized someone was moving in front of him. He was just about to slip off to one side, when his dad said his name.
"Yeah, it's me." He called, moving towards them quickly, eyes checking them all over as soon as they came into sight. "I got the others, Danny's been turned, but he's ours now, not theirs. I sent them to Lydia when we heard the others call."
"Good idea, Stiles." Peter said. "Those three have been through a lot and Danny isn't going to have very much control, especially in all this."
"Derek's hit his fertile state." Stiles said, grinding his teeth in frustration.
Peter's eyes widened in shock. "None of the Alphas..."
"No." Stiles said quickly, reassuring Peter. "They had some sort of bullshit 'Presentation' with him in chains and half naked, and that bastard Gregory had one of their betas slice off a chunk of his skin where I had scent marked him, thank God he's already healed from that, but otherwise, he's in good shape." He looked around, there were more than a few wolf corpses laying around the platform, but he didn't see anyone still moving.
"Anyone we missed, who isn't trying to get out of here, will head towards those howls." Peter advised.
"Which is why we're going in hard." Stiles decided, while checking over Isaac and Scott. "Alright how's everyone on supplies?" He asked, already shuffling through the pockets he had left.
Both the young betas pulled off their masks and stuffed them in pockets before pulling out test tubes. Stiles turned to his dad and Peter who each had two left. His dad had three tear gas canisters and both he and Peter had plenty of the Argent's bullets left. Stiles pulled the knife his dad wasn't using, replacing what he'd lost.
"Keep the tubes handy, but don't use them if you don't have to. Boyd, Erica and me don't have masks. You two," He pointed towards Isaac and Scott. "use claws and fangs, as much as you can." He pulled out one of the test tubes, labeled in green this time, and reached out for Isaac's hand. "Shift for me."
Isaac looked at him strangely and then did; Claws popping out. Stiles began applying the liquid from the tube to them. He moved onto Isaac's other hand and then grabbed Scott's. He repeated the procedure for both Scott and finally turned to Peter.
"Can you shoot while shifted?" When Peter nodded he took his hand and after Peter shifted, he treated his claws too. "You'll all need to be careful of friendly fire with these. In theory wounds with traces of this in them wont heal until they've been cleansed of the potion. Lydia has the jar of cleaner that will remove it from your hands, um if I'm not there tell her it's the green lidded jar."
"You'll be there." Peter said, gripping the gun again. The sheriff just nodded, putting a hand on Stiles' shoulder.
"Sure." Stiles said with a smirk, shaking off the bad thoughts.
They moved to the other platform and closed in on the door. Stiles jerked it open and Peter took point, gun out and ready. There was a long hallway, with doors at intervals on either side. They moved forward, with Scott checking doors on the left side and Isaac on the right. Most doors were locked with a few opening up to reveal makeshift sleeping quarters. There was only one door left, when they heard a muffled cry. They all pushed forward and Isaac slammed it open, Peter pushing in right behind him, followed by Stiles. Scott and the sheriff were guarding the exit, backs to the wall.
Stiles took one look at the contents of the room and had his gun up and taking aim. He gave no warning and instead, shot the two betas who had ran from him earlier, in the head, Peter quickly following suit. A quick look around showed another door, this one with a snarling and growling wolf behind it. Erica was chained to a pipe, and had been knocked unconscious. She was partially undressed, and the intent of the two half undressed betas had been obvious. Stiles put two more bullets in them for good measure.
Isaac was at the door, moving to open it before anyone could stop him. Stiles who had just moved to check on Erica looked up as Peter called out. "Wait." It was too late and Isaac had already released the latch. A snarling wolf shoved his way out, knocking Isaac backwards, and ran towards Erica and Stiles.
Stiles dove back, screaming to Peter at the same time. "Don't shoot!"
Boyd slid down beside Erica, and tried pulling at the chains, growling still. Isaac approached from one side, sinking to the floor and coming forward, trying to move between Stiles and Boyd. Stiles was digging through the dead betas' pockets looking for the key to the chains.
When he found them, he rattled them, to get Boyd's attention, before throwing them to him. "Get her unchained, and lets get the Hell out of here." He said, moving back towards the door.
Boyd quickly unlocked the chains holding her then picked her up and followed them out of the room. Stiles gestured forward and they all took off down the hall. Scott and the sheriff were still guarding their exit, both alert and wary.
Stiles slid up to them. "Hearing anything ahead, Scott?"
"I'm pretty sure there are at least three or four wolves out on the platform waiting for us. More if they're further back."
"We can make them come to us..." Stiles trailed off wincing. He stopped speaking and pulled out his phone, typing quickly before showing them. 'No talking they'll hear.' He started typing out a quick plan. 'Shooters first followed by me, Isaac and Scott. Protect E and B. Quick kill and disable, push past get to right door. I'll throw tubes once we're clear. Stay together!'
His dad and Peter went out first as planned, each taking down a wolf before Stiles could clear the door. There were nine wolves on the platform, and then the set of twins Stiles had noticed earlier slunk off after catching sight of Stiles. That left them facing seven, and then five with another round of shots. Stiles dashed to the left and sliced across the ribs of a growling beta before stabbing the other knife into his side. Stiles released the blade and followed it with a kick to the side of his knee knocking him down. Two more shots had them down to two, a muscular beta, and one of the Alphas who had planned on fighting for Derek.
Peter was grappling with the beta, far too close for the Sheriff to be able to take a shot. Isaac and Scott were double teaming the Alpha. Both did damage with their claws, but against an Alpha they were both sent flying; one after the other. Stiles slide in behind the Alpha as he turned to take Isaac's attack, stabbing his remaining knife into his lower back before removing a cork from one of the test tubes and splattering him with it. The Alpha dropped to the ground, shifting part way, howling as his skin began to smoke. Claws were gouging into skin and all three teens stepped back, ignoring the fight behind them to in shock as the wolf was lost to madness and pain. Peter pushed the Beta, before diving out of the way, allowing the sheriff a clear shot. He took it, and then put another two rounds in the writhing Alpha. The Beta Stiles had knifed was crawling away. Peter put another two bullets in him before they all started moving toward the exit again.
Everyone remained on guard as they left, eyes constantly watching for any danger. Despite his fears, they made it out, quickly splitting up between his dad car and the Camaro. His dad took Peter, Boyd and Erica, while Scott and Isaac rode with him. They rushed back to Derek's apartment, a strange mix of exhausted and elated. They parked in the garage, Stiles poking the button on the remote in the Camaro to let them in. It wasn't until the elevator opened onto Derek's floor that all the wolves began growling.
Stiles took one look at the lot of them, and he knew. He pulled the last test tube from his pocket and poured the contents over his hand before he rushed down the hall, slamming his way into the apartment. Lydia was crumpled on the floor along one wall, Jackson and Danny both standing, shifted in front of her. Derek was being held across the room. He was spasticly shifting from wolf to human and back, eyes glowing red and then blue as his body and mind fought the monstrosity in front of him.
Gregory, scarred and bloody, reached out a clawed hand and grabbed Derek at the neck. He shook Derek roughly before spinning him around and slamming him into the wall, cracking the plaster. Gregory held him there, feet several inches off the floor and turned to face Stiles, smirking. "I did promise to take the lead."
"Yes, but your moves are a bit rusty tonight, Gregory. Perhaps we should wait for another song." Stiles said as he stepped closer, eyes never leaving his opponent.
"Yes, little one, it has been a very long night, but I think I like this song. It's very sweet." He slid forward and licked along the side of Derek's neck. Derek was pulling away, which seemed to infuriate Gregory.
"You have a habit of laying claim to things that aren't yours, Gregory. You stripped my scent off of him, but he still knows who he belongs to."
Gregory slammed Derek into the wall again and shoved him to one side, turning to face Stiles head on. He belongs to no one, yet, little Alpha, and if you are dead, you'll no longer be around to distract him from someone far more worthy."
"If there was a more worthy mate, I'm sure he'd notice, but since you're the only other Alpha around, now, well what does that say, hmm?" Stiles said, smirking at Gregory, infuriating him more and more every second. "Besides, I've seen how you treat a mate, Gregory. I would kill myself before forcing my mate to live like that. Oh look, yet another strike against your so called worth."
Gregory rushed him then, anger overwhelming his control. Gregory's claws dug a gruesome wound along one shoulder, but before he could pull back, Stiles grabbed ahold of his arm, just above the wrist. Before Gregory could begin to register the pain as Stiles' wolfsbane coated fingers dug into his arm, Stiles pulled his other hand up to grab Gregory's throat. He dug his nails into the smoking skin, squeezing with all his might. Gregory bellowed in pain and tried to pull away, lashing out with his free hand. As his claws dug into Stiles' arm, Stiles jammed his thumb nail into Gregory's throat.
Gregory's skin was blistering and turning black under the oil; the burning making the skin easier to damage, and the damage allowing the oil to burn more. A vicious catch-22 that Stiles was using to the best of his abilities. He hissed as Gregory's claws scrambled to do damage, to claw Stiles' away from his wrist and his throat, but Stiles ignored the pain and dug in harder. Gregory was trying to shift under his hands, going mad with pain and rage, but Stiles held on, riding it out with gritted teeth, his own rage and fear forcing him on.
He could hear people behind him, trying to help; scrambling to find some way, but the two Alphas were tightly entangled, claws and nails, teeth both showing, as lips pulled back into nearly identical snarls. The lock of arms between them was the only reason they weren't ripping each other's throats out. Gregory was scrambling to do enough damage to push Stiles back, but every slice seemed to solidify his resolve.
Stiles used his last weapon, before the pain could become too much, his mouth. "The fact that you think Derek is a thing to be claimed is the reason you're never, ever going to claim him. You erased my scent, cut it out, and he still belongs to me. Don't you want to know why?" Stiles tilted his head, not in submission, but in pride, showing off the pinpricks along his shoulder and neck. "He belongs to me, because I belong to him. I will become his Alpha, but he's already mine."
Gregory's eyes shifted red and he pushed forward then, finally knocking Stiles loose, and shoving him backwards. Stiles stumbled back, knowing Gregory was going to slice his stomach out. He could see it in every line of his body, just like he knew he didn't have anything left to defend himself. As he pulled back to swing, a hand grabbed onto his wrist, shocking both Stiles and Gregory.
Derek had him, half wolfed out, and punched out, hitting Gregory straight in the face. He managed two more punches before Gregory shook him off and then threw him across the room. He turned to find Stiles one final time, to finish off the human who'd decimated his pack, only to be looking down the barrel of a gun.
In the moments Derek had distracted Gregory, Stiles had pulled the gun from his father's hand, and when Gregory turned back around, Stiles only hesitated a beat before pulling the trigger.