"You did what?"
"I let it slip that Jackson was the Kanima." Stiles repeats. She is starting to worry that Scott might be suffering from hearing loss.
"What? WHY? How!" A large vein is now visible in Scott's forehead.
"He tricked me." Stiles says trying to play it off.
"He tricked you. Did he trick you with his penis? " Scott shouts.
"Hey! Offense taken. His penis alone is not that crafty."
"Why are we having this conversation!" Scott yells back in both disgust and panic.
"I have no idea!" Stiles responds, because what the hell is even gong on.
The librarian glares at them.
"You two done?" Allison whispers.
"Yes." Stiles says when Scott says "No."
"So we are sure it's master?" Stiles asks glaring at Scott. "I was talking to the master last night." Stiles snorts. Scott glares at her. "What it sounds like something both dirty and from Doctor Who."
"What did you tell Lydia?" Scott wants to know, because lord is that boy concerned about his secrets.
"I told her we are part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures." Allison laughs. Scott gives Stiles a blank look, because he knows.
"I am a part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures. Several in fact." Stiles glares at the other girl, because screw her and her none gaming-ness.
"Oh."
And thus begins the day that property damage became Stiles' middle name. Seriously. This shit was getting old.
"We destroyed the library." Stiles says in shock.
"No the Kanima destroy the library." Scott corrects.
"Thank you Scott, for choosing now to start paying attention to the details." Stiles groans as they try to get Erica to Derek, because the bitch just does not know when to quit and got poisoned of all things.
"Drive bitch!" Scott yells. Today is a day for yelling.
"I am going to kill both of you if we do not get there soon!" Erica screams before she starts seizing again. Good thing Stiles learned to drive and dial and text a while back. Hell she can drive with her knees.
"Isaac we have got incoming!" she shouts through the line.
"I swear to god Stiles I do not need to know these things." Isaac groans.
"Not sex idiot. Erica is maybe possibly dying all over my back seat. Alert Derek." Stiles puts on her best growl voice.
"That explains him wigging out all of a sudden. Wait shouldn't I be wigging out too?" Isaac sounds panicky.
"It sounds like you are baby wolf man, now be at the door." Stiles hangs up on Isaac floors it. There is some very bad parking going on by the time she makes it back to Derek's new lair. Really when she gets the chance they are going to talk about getting him some real place to live. I mean yes he is being hunted by a family of loons, but pleanty of people can have homes and be on the run from the police at the same time. There is no way that Argents have more resources.
Well not no way. But seriously. Focus. Erica. Dying. Scott carrying her and everyone freaking the fuck out.
"Seriously Stiles if you keep doing this Derek is going to pull me apart limb from limb." Isaac says a bit frantically. He is bouncing on his toes and keeps looking in on what is happing in the car-bus-train-thing.
"I swear to all that is made of processed sugar that this was not my doing." Stiles throws her hands in the air.
"That doesn't matter, we drew straws and I was on Stiles duty today. Then I come home early and you get in crazy trouble at detention." Isaac looks nervously around the room like he is expecting to be jumped at any second.
"Seriously. Stiles Duty. What am I? A puppy?" Isaac freezes as she says that. Like full stop completely still, doesn't even breathe. "When he is done making Erica not dead I am going to do horrible things to that man, and none of them in the good dirty kind of way."
"These are things I don't need to know." Isaac looks a bit sick.
"Lets get something clear. I am not the weird one here. That's Derek. Because he is the twenty something that does nothing but hang out with a bunch of teens all day." Stiles pauses. "Hey Derek, just how illegal is this thing we are doing? Like are you prision for ten years older than me or just buck shot to the thigh older than me?" she shouts out.
"I will murder you with my bare hands after this!" Erica shouts in agony.
"Not the time and also things I don't want to know!" Scott yells back as well.
"Why is she such a bitch to me?" Stiles mumbles.
"Because you smell like competition." Isaac says quickly.
"Say what?" Stiles turns to him with her eyebrows raised and her eyes bugging out.
"You smell like a competitive female so she hates you because she thinks she has to fight you for breeding rights….oh fuck." Isaac throws a hand over his mouth as his eyes go just as wide. Then he seems to think about it. "It just because you are sleeping with Derek." He nodded his adorable puppy head quickly.
"Not buying it." Stiles goes for stern mom face. He smiles like a lunatic, which he is in a way because the word comes from the crazy that some people feel during the full moon. But that is not relevant. What is relevant is that he is hiding something. "I am the only reason you aren't failing five classes right now." Stiles threatens.
"Three." Isaac corrects.
"Four." Stiles rebutes.
"Three."
"Seven."
"I am not even taking seven classes." Isaac looks at her like she is crazy.
"Tell me." Some of the Derek must be rubbing off because Stiles gets a pretty good girl growl in there.
"No."
"You are going to regret this." Stiles says evilly.
Derek has just spent the last twenty minutes helping Erica push out the venom. He is tired and achey and way more pissed off than he can put into words.
So he is completely and utterly dumbfounded by what he finds when he goes to check on Isaac and Stiles. Stiles is top of Isaac. Not in a sexual way or anything. She is literally wrapped herself around his head and neck region and is pulling at his hair. Isaac is standing but stumbling as he tries to support her weight and also pry her off him without touching her too much.
They freeze when he walks into the room. There is an extended awkward silence as the two of them just stare at him. Then Isaac kind of freaks out and yanks Stiles off him and tosses her onto the ground, where Stiles lays in a prone position not moving.
Derek simply raises his eyebrows at them.
"He won't tell me why Erica thinks I smell like competition." Stiles says flatly. Isaac shoots her a death glare and Stiles responds with the finger.
"It's because we are sleeping together and I am the alpha." Derek states. It's the lie he told them to tell her if she puts things together.
"LIES!" Stiles screams from the floor throwing her limbs around like a two year old.
"What did you take today?" Derek is now sure that Stiles is tripping on something. The only other time she acted like this she was.
"Nothing! I am suffering from a mild to severe case of PTSD!" Stiles growls from the floor. There is a slightly funny moment were both Derek and Isaac blink at her
"You saw a doctor?" Isaac asks missing the joke.
"No she is making things up." Derek corrects.
"Am not. I have once again been part of the Kanima's world tour today. Keep in mind that everyone else was busy protecting other people to check that I was cool." Stiles huffs and begins pouting. Derek is not drawn to that lower lip. He is simply having a rough day.
"You mean Scott was busy and Erica was being attacked." Derek is trying kind of hard not to think about throwing her over his shoulder and stalking back to the bedroom. He needs a release; he can always just run through his work out rather than fuck Stiles brainless. But the second sounds better.
"Creepy Matt was there too. He always winks at me when Jackson walks into the room. And I am pretty sure that he has a Hey Arnold shrine to Allison in his closet. Dude freaks me out."
"I will be in my room when you are done with you tantrum." Derek turns and leaves, because he know when he hears soft footsteps that Stiles is just doing this for attention. She follows him like a wounded puppy into the room and lays down on the mattress kicking her feet waiting for him to get done changing his shirt so he isn't covered in Erica's blood.
"Just tell me the truth." Stiles says quietly.
"Only if you promise to behave." Derek moves for a washcloth, trying very hard to ignore her. She fills up the space even though she is so small.
"I can't promise that, in fact I can't promise anything because these days I have little to no control over my world." She frowns and crosses her arms. "Now tell me."
"In crude terms you are a breeder." Derek doesn't look at her as he says this, he just keeps wiping the blood off his arms.
"And in more specific terms?" Her voice is high and thin.
"You are one of maybe a thousand humans that have a genetic quirk allowing you to give birth to werewolves." Derek braces his shoulders and closes his eyes. He is waiting for her to scream or freak out or something, he should have known Stiles would surprise him.
"Does that mean my children will also be my pets or that my pets are my children?" It's a calm tone, that fact startles him so much he spins to see her grin at him. It's her creepy Cheshire grin she gets when something pleases her more than it should.
"None of the above." Derek's brain is misfiring with that smile and information is just not going in correctly. She is supposed to be mad or weird or something. Not this. His fear response rocks up.
"So I am not going to having a litter of puppies?" Stiles gives him a stage pout.
"No werewolves are not born as puppies and multiples have the same percetage as in regular pregnancies." He sounds like a robot because that's what he feels like. Why is this going so differently.
"Can I have a dog? I mean like this isn't going to make the police dogs hate me or anything? Because they are my homies."
"Why aren't you mad?" Derek asks finally sitting down next to her.
"Why would I be? I mean we just have to be careful right. And I mean we already are and I am on the pill so unless some how you have super sperm what does this change?" She spreads her hands wide. "It's sorta like being told I am going to have red heads. It doesn't affect me unless I procreate in the near future. Which is not on the agenda."
Derek stares at her, something between the confused and the angry stare.
"Still unclear as to why this was a secret." Stiles says, because it's true. But also she is kind of bouncing around on the inside. Derek doesn't get it, but she does. She gets the thing he isn't saying. And yeah maybe last semester she would have clocked him and then run fro the hills but now she is kind of pleased.
Stiles can have werebabies. Derek is a big lonely were. Derek pines for acceptance and belonging. Belonging that comes with a family.
The subtext to all that text is that Derek is never getting rid of Stiles. He can't. He is stuck with her forever because not only does she do awesome sex but also because she is the human version of a 'make your own pack.'
It should be scary or weird or something but Stiles is entertained and happy. After a day like today where she is sure her well being is second to everyone else she is incredibly pleased that some one is concerned. Derek will always be concerned. Isaac too probably.
It makes the raging panic that had started to grip her go away. Allison can keep Scott and all his stupidiness. Stiles has her own body guards.
"Because it's rare and possibly something that would make you a target for hunters." Derek is adorable in his confusion. The poor sourwolf always expects everyone one to turn on him.
Stiles climbs on top of his lap and wraps her arms and legs around him. He reaches to hold her by her butt, Derek is a butt man she has found.
"You know you can just say that you worry about me. Or send a not with a check yes or no box kind of thing. You don't need to Vampire Diaries about this." Stiles grins at him.
"I don't watch that show."
"Neither do I." Stiles kisses him then.
Okay so things. One, there was some panic that Derek didn't have a hat on (I mean condom sorry my slang is creeping) in the last chapter. He did he put it on when she was getting over the whole spanking thing. Sorry I didn't write that in.
Also I may or may not write a side story of this called The Pack Diaries that would be funny things or thinks I want that don't fit cannon plot.
Lastly I wont be writing once the season ends. Or rather I am going to end this with the events of the finale. Then hopefully pick it back up next year. That way it stays cannon. Thus The Pack Diaries are gonna be a thing. Also there might be a story called The Derek Diaries of what would happen if he had not in fact worn a condom that night, because it's in my head now.
Love you all. -E