Chapter: Fight Time

Back under the Nemeton the parents of the fearless teenagers had well and truly bonded. It would not bode well for any of their kids, or possibly the pack as a whole as it meant that they would have true adult parental supervision. Chris had fought the hardest unwilling to let go to all of his teachings - However even he could recognise that there wasn't a bad bone in most of the pack. He could recognise that despite his misgivings and lack of training Derek Hale was becoming one hell of an Alpha. He suspected that that had a lot to do with his mate and the way that the Sheriff had raised his son.

Stiles Stilinski was incredibly frustrating; he'd been a worthy enemy and an even better ally. It was quite obvious that he was the stabilizing presence in the pack, and for that Chris was grateful, especially as Allison was inextricably linked with the pack. Still he gave credit due, where it was due, "You raised one hell of a son."

The sheriff smiled as he was proud of Stiles and he would always be. "Not sure who raised who, but he is a great kid."

Melissa snorted, "He does take care of everyone when he can."

The Darach entered, "How sweet but once I slit your throats I will have enough power to kill this Stiles. And what kind of name is Stiles?"

John bared his teeth, "Lady you have no idea who you are fucking with, and I only hope that I'm here to see your downfall."

Julia flipped her brunette hair out of her face and knew that she'd need to recast the spells that kept up her beautiful appearance soon. "Well I was going to kill you before they got here but I think they should watch you die."

John sneered, "You're a special kind of bitch."

"I could be classed as witch." She answered by rote assuming that he'd meant something else.

Chris snorted liking the sheriff more and more, and seeing exactly where his son got his smart mouth from, "No he got it right … Perfect bitch and a terrible teacher."

Melissa laughed as the woman seemed to be more upset at the hit to her professional pride than the comment about being a bitch. "Well Scott is failing English so ..."

Julia didn't quite know how to take the calm adults, as they were definitely unusual in that they didn't cower before her - if anything they seemed to be deliberately trying to incite her. Well it didn't matter she thought - she would have her revenge and then she would leave this small town behind and never return and she was definitely more than okay with that. "Well don't worry you will all be dead before long."

All the adults looked distinctly unimpressed as she flounced out of the small hole where they were being held captive. In truth they couldn't help but be reminded of their own teens when they had a tantrum. All of them were no stranger to tantrums and the occasional strops although thankfully they had all grown out of them.

It wasn't very charitable but Chris, John and Melissa all hoped that she ended badly - very badly.

Stiles knew and could wax poetic about any damn topic, but right now it was a little bit harder. Stiles was probably the best wolf Peter had ever seen and his cunning mind was unparalleled, and that was something that he and Brian agreed upon, even if Stiles wasn't a wolf. Deucalion had heard the plan and Peter could see that didn't all of it, but he couldn't argue that it wasn't efficient and his end game was realised.

He shrugged, "I would prefer to kill the bitch but agreed."

Derek and Peter smirked but wisely enough they bite their tongues. He knew that Stiles and Brian were thinking the same thing, but all of them wanted to keep this fragile alliance. It was kind of obvious that if he'd done it himself rather than foist it off this might never have happened.

Ethan sighed as he didn't want to leave Danny and it wasn't even being subtle about it. Deucalion just rolled his eyes and remembered the old adage that sometimes you catch more flies with honey than vinegar. "Alpha Hale if all goes well this evening then we can create an alliance I will leave Ethan with the pack."

Derek and Stiles shared a look because an alliance with the Alpha pack that Stiles had no doubt would be back up to fighting strength soon enough, well that would see them solidify their position. Derek spoke the welcoming words of, "We welcome a strengthening of ties with your pack Alpha Deucalion."

Marrin was pleased that Ethan would be able to stay with his mate, but she needed to know how they were going to tame Julia. She didn't like the way the bitch corrupted magic or that she had hurt her mate so much. "What about Baccari?"

Stiles was pissed at just the mention of the Darach, "Leave the bitch to me."

Marrin wasn't certain; the mage was powerful but she was channelling the Nemeton. She must have been showing her thoughts as she heard the Alpha mate's scoff. "The bitch took my Dad and that is not done. And she doesn't have the power to take the Nemeton from me."

All the wolves could hear his certainty, but not how. Stiles was debating whether to share his abilities or not, but figured that a pre-group share was for the best - The last thing they needed was for someone to become unfocused during the battle. Stiles had a mischievous grin on his face that his pack knew meant trouble - better than anyone. "Well I'm a special snowflake," was the sassy response, but who could blame him.

Kali rolled her eyes, "And how is that?"

Stiles stood tall and proud and called forth his heritage, "I'm part Fae, which is why the bitch touches my Dad she will regret it."

Deucalion laughed, rich and amused because it would definitely be ironic if she loses not through her cunning but rather by her magic being insignificant. It was especially funny when you consider just how much faith she put into her magic - but when it came to fighting Stiles - her magic would be like bringing a knife to a gunfight.

"Oh this will be fun." He all but giggled.

Fun wasn't quite the word that most of the pack would use, but they were tired of these invaders coming to their hometown and bringing their shit with them. When the Pack's Alpha and Beta couples had met just before this latest meeting they had decided that tonight would need to send a message. The Hale pack was back and here to stay; mess with us at your peril.

The time for talk was over; she was at their warehouse and this would end now.

Derek looked at Stiles and even in his Alpha form he wanted to reassure his mate; Stiles stroked the nape of his mate's neck and was pleased that they were there together. They were learning and training to fight together as they were the main muscle of the group. It might also have something to do with their deep fear of losing anyone else in the pack. They fought and they trained as a group but any major fighting the Alpha couple preferred to take the brunt of it. For the simple reason, as they had argued with the pack, that they were the most likely to walk away from the fight.

Stiles could feel his hackles rise and knew that the bitch, sorry witch, was back. "Wow, how many virgins did you kill for that face?"

"Three." Was the flippant unrepentant response, and Jesus Stiles didn't even want to comprehend how corrupted your soul had to be to think that was an okay thing. It was though an indicator of just how far gone she was from the true path.

She walked around the group, careful not to get to close. "Why align yourself with this vicious pack?" She asked, knowing it was probably futile, but it was worth the chance if she could corrupt the boy. She got giddy just thinking about the potential havoc they could cause together.

Derek snarled, not liking the way the Darach was looking at his mate. He couldn't help his response, "You just admitted to killing three virgins and you chose that to be your problem?"

Stiles was so proud of Derek's sass, in that moment but had his own sarcastic question. "Erm you had to bewitch the muscle?"

Jennifer snarled, "Deucalion would have seen me dead. And now I take more of his pack away. It is fitting ... Just like I told you I will take your parents."

Derek was grinning, he'd wanted to kill Ennis for years after what he'd done to Paige, and now he had an excuse. He'd been careful in his bloodlust

Stiles shrugged, aiming for a flippant response even if he didn't feel it, "Ah old folk. You need to keep such an eye on them."

Julia teeth bared her teeth in a credible impression of the wolves she now claimed to hate, "Well you certainly do, and really the wolves are at their weakest and you bring them?"

Stiles smiled toothily, "Well they were like puppy's knocking at the door and they just wouldn't stop butting the door until I let them come."

Julia didn't acknowledge the sarcasm instead she gave an order for the sacrifices to be brought forward. She was feeling triumphant, believing that she had the upper hand. She knew and everyone in Beacon Hills knew how much these teens relied on their sole parents. It was the best type of bargaining chip to have in a negotiation.

Stiles didn't panic or freak out as he had to remain calm. He was playing anchor for the pack so that the moon would affect them less and ironically he was using the power he could channel from the Nemeton to do that. Deucalion was still disgruntled that he couldn't benefit from it but one of the twins could. It was the biggest indicator that Ethan was Danny's mate and that they would probably have an 'arranged marriage' to strengthen the ties between the packs.

At the moment everyone was in a strange tableau - waiting for someone to make the first move. The parents were here and Stiles was relieved to see that apart from the odd bruise and ritual paint they were in good health. He grinned, "Hey Dad, how do you rate the accommodation?"

"Terrible."

Stiles grinned at his Dad, "You should complain."

"I did, said she'd slit my throat if I didn't shut up." He said calmly, way calmer than any could expect. The truth was; it wasn't false bravado. He knew he was protected and not by Kevlar or conventional human weapons but rather the power of love. And he was gonna kill Stiles for the Eighties soundtrack that was running through his head. He just had to make sure that he was the one she went for.

Stiles shrugged, "Ahh some people don't get the Stilinski charm."

Stiles would have laughed at the way Derek and Melissa spoke in unison, "I do."

Julia sneered, not liking the way that the situation was getting away from her. She looked at the Hale pack and noticed that they were looking rather healthy considering the moon should have sapped their strength. "You're looking rather healthy!"

Stiles grinned looking at Derek frustrating an opponent and then taking advantage of their mistake was a Stilinski speciality. "Love lifts us up where we belong."

Isaac shudders, "Hate that movie and the girls make me watch it every time."

Chris shudders as he remembered that phase with Allison, something about the way she wanted to take a bow to the evil count or something. He didn't know whether to be worried or impressed with the amount of detail in the plan. "I know the feeling son."

He was looking for Allison and knew that just because he couldn't see her that didn't mean she wasn't here.

Derek just grins at the Darach, and only adds frustratingly, "Mated pairs have all kinds of advantages."

Deucalion actually realised that there was the true strength of this pack; they were all now mated and they fought for each other as a result. "It's true Julia. I've even had to let one go for true love."

The Darach did not looked impressed at the idea of true love, "Love is nothing; power is everything you taught me that Deucalion."

Stiles wanted to shake his head in frustration, but Isaac summed it up, "Dude she is like the anti-Deaton."

Now he laughed, I mean no one could really blame him because while he could be badass he was still a teen but that was just too funny. The pained look that Derek gave his pup just made it funnier; there would be so many words once Beacon Hills was safe. Stiles didn't laugh when she wielded a blade and shoved it at his Dad's neck. Then he didn't smile; he just got pissed. The only question was how badly was he going to decimate her, and did he want his status to get out of Beacon Hills.

His Dad looked him straight in the eye and said calmly, "Kill her extra hard for me."

The pack have always adored Stiles' Dad because he was ten kind of awesome on a normal day, and today it was at eleven. I mean when the Sheriff can tell his son to kill someone extra hard then it was ironic - like seriously ironic.

Julia grinned but there was no warmth to her smile, but even now her opponent wasn't reacting. She heard him warn, "I'd think long and hard about the consequences of your actions as far as you."

She wanted to snort and laugh; what did that even mean? She had minions to fight the wolves and she had power at her fingertips to protect herself from the mage. Things were looking up as far as she was concerned. The blade flashed in an arc and it should have sliced the Sheriff's throat. It didn't just to serve to piss Stiles off, "Lady, are you off your rocker?"

John who was standing whole and healthy laughed at the astonished looks on Chris' and Melissa's face. "My wife was a full blooded Fae."

The look of horror was priceless and seeing her plan start to fail - seemed to be the trigger for all the parties to get involved. The wolves were fighting, but not with their normal extra strength just skill with fighting. The Betas were suddenly glad for all those ridiculously long fighting sessions, and the ones where Derek made them fight as pairs. For example he and Derek were fighting Julia and Ennis. Deucalion had momentarily pouted at the idea of not being able to kill Julia himself. However was coming round to reason when he saw just how powerful the Alpha's mate was. It was ironic really as Julia clearly had missed the implication about the boy.

Derek had torn the throat out of a pup-like Alpha; if he wasn't busy seeing to the end of the pack he would have mocked her choices as they were just that pathetic. He did grin watching her catch the arrow, and her dismissive. "Please like I couldn't catch the arrow."

Stiles snickered in delight, so glad that he'd caught the Once-Upon-A-Time episode, "You are right, but then again you assumed I put the potion on the tip."

Chris' face showed his relief as he now knew where his daughter was. She switched gears after that and just went to the deadly Wolfsbane arrows that were finding their way into the enemy wolves. The hired help was dying and Julia was throwing spells but they were clearly getting weaker and weaker.

Stiles was deliberately only maintaining her spells. She was tiring and as such meant she could no longer maintain her complexion.

Brian hissed, "Wow you need a face-lift lady."

Peter snorted even as he ripped out the throat of the latest, "Yes but she should just go to LA rather than bathing in the blood of virgins."

She looked up in horror, "You're just a child ... You shouldn't be able to hold a candle to my power."

Stiles finally advanced and the two packs left, namely the Hales, and Deucalion's watched as the mage waltzed forward. "Your power is stripped from you and I have cut off your access to the Nemeton. You willingly pervert nature and magic, and I won't let you."

Julia was about to say something when she saw all that Stiles was; and she shrank back in fear. It wouldn't save her but Stiles wasn't going to actively kill her. He was letting nature and karma take its course by simply restricting her access to magic. It was killing her slowly, in fact before their very eyes' she was disappearing as her skin desiccated and she turned to ash.

It was a tad anti-climatic to see as you wouldn't know that Stiles had literally had to demand and wield the power of the Earth to make sure the Darach died.

Stiles didn't care about the clean up as he embraced his Dad, or even as the Puppy's caused a Puppy pile. Clean up and mope up was tomorrow's problem, for now, they would just celebrate all of their pack being alive and well.