A/N: I apologize for the late post. I finished it at like 2 A.M. Thursday then forgot to post my bad. But, I will have my one shot up soon enough too so maybe that will smooth it over for any of you who care? Well, enjoy.

Chapter 6: Clever Wiccans and Brief Visitations

I have to get out of here. These are steel chains; I know I can break them I just have to shift long enough without them noticing. If I can do it I can probably pull them right off this truss. I need to get the wires off me too. How do I distract her? Stiles thinks to himself going over all of his options. Well, mom's books said monkshood could injure and possibly kill werewolves but it doesn't necessarily lower their strength unless it is ingested or inhaled until after the infection has gotten really bad. Maybe I can distract her. What can get her all riled up? What can I say to get her to go into a monologue?

"So, Kate, is gramps proud of you? Is he proud that you fucked a werewolf in order to murder innocent people alongside them?" Stiles inquires snidely.

"Excuse me?"

"Well I can only imagine the pride on your father and brothers face when you told them that you had sex with a 15 year old werewolf when you were what? 25? I mean a sociopath and a pedophile; I can only imagine their glee."

"Shut up kid. Before I electrocute you again."

"Ahhh, I see…"

She grits her teeth. "I said shut up this is your last warning."

"Okay," he says deviously and starts to quietly hum to himself.

After about half a minute of his humming Kate snaps under the pressure of curiosity and annoyance. "WHAT!" she yells at him.

"Hmmm? Oh nothing."

"First you are all talk, now you're keeping secrets. What is with you kid? Just spill it before I hurt you."

"Oh it's nothing really. It's just I realized you hid it didn't you; your statutory rape and murder that is. I thought you were the pride type of human ultimately consumed with their own self-importance. I guess you're just the wrathful type. And, that will be your downfall you know eventually you're going to pick a fight you just can't win and well… I'm guessing you know what happened to Peter Hale right?"

"Oh Stiles, I will make you hurt and I'm going to enjoy it all the more knowing how much Derek will cry over you." Kate says then turns in a snap and stomps out of the room.

Perfect. Better than perfect. Haha, crazy and stupid. He thinks and extends his claws and tries to pick the lock, which being the son of the sheriff he really shouldn't be as good at as he is. It takes him all of two minutes to get the lock undone before he snaps all three other chains and finishes the scan of the room he started earlier.

He grabs the bottle of what is obviously wolfs bane and follows his own scent out of the tunnels he finds outside the door of the room he was being held in.

And what's better is now I know where her hide out is. Women, what can you do? He muses and runs for town.

He hits the outskirts of town and he smells it. That guy again. He feels this pull at his mind and then he hears it. Good job Stiles. It reverberates through his mind. It is so fuzzy. It doesn't sound like it was actually said it seems like something else. Telepathy maybe? he thinks. But, that's not even possible; is it? The next moment it's gone, the presence recedes just as fleetingly as it had entered. He feels perturbed but feels some form of comfort in the fact that at least even if it was a hallucination it's recurring, so he can probably get something from it. But, he gets the nudging feeling that whatever this guy is he is real.

"Alright Stiles; Where do you go now?" he thinks out loud. "To Derek's it is."

So he runs, he can't risk being captured again so he makes his best effort to make a new world record on his way through the now darkening town jumping from building to building in order to avoid being noticed. He can still feel the burn of the aconite on his arms as he runs. He growls subsonic to the human ear to his pack. He calls for Derek when he is nearly back. He still feels injured and needs the comfort of his mate while he licks his wounds and recovers from the nerve damage and the poison.

He hears the return call. Derek has been searching for him, he can tell. He gets to the building next to Derek's when Derek jumps him tackling him to the floor snuffing at him.

"You're hurt," is all Derek says before lifting Stiles back up and carrying him down the stairs as Stiles begins to feel his weariness creep up on him.

"I can walk, Derek."

"I don't care." He says as they get to his building and Derek gets in the elevator.

They get into the loft and Derek lays him on the bed.

"I have the monkshood they used." Stiles says and fishes it out of his singed pockets. He gives it to Derek and lets himself fall asleep. I ran like ten miles after being tortured for several hours, He thinks to himself. I deserve a nap.