Hide and seek

What had I done, now both me and Derek were in trouble with the so called original family of werewolves. I knew I shouldn't of fought them using all the strength I had but if not I would have died and they would have most likely killed Derek so it was self defence. Obviously I had questions about why the originals were in town and what they wanted with Derek but all we had was time whilst we hid from them. We hid in Derek's loft as that was on the outskirts of the town and I text my mum to let her know I would be out of the house for a while but it still felt like everyone was hiding something from me. There was always that feeling in this town especially when new people come here as they are always the supernatural but I was usually wrong, but this time it felt different like they were all hiding everything from me. But part of me was wondering do I really want to know?

We had been here three days and had not said a word to each other, if he saw me one room he would go to the other side of the apartment and I didn't know why, maybe he was angry with me for fighting but I saved his life. If it wasn't for me he would be with them being tortured and possibly killed but no I saved him and I don't even get thanks for it. We needed to talk and I was done with waiting for him to grow up so I burst into his room and got a very evil glare off him but still we needed to talk.

"Derek."

"Go away Scott, leave me alone."

"No Derek I don't know how long we will be here so we need to talk."

"I don't want to talk to you."

"Then answer me this one question. What do they want?"

"At this point in time we don't know, so there is no need for an interrogation."

"Okay so why didn't you tell me the originals or whatever they are, are here."

"Again we didn't know that."

"Lies, all you ever tell me is lies Derek and sometimes do you just think that it would be better for me to know the truth."

"No, well not in this case at least."

"Why what is so special about this time."

"And again I have said too much."

"Derek I really don't know how long we are going to be here so tell me what you mean before I have to force it out of you."

"I can't I'm not allowed."

"Who said?"

"Deaton, your dad, everyone that knows everything."

"What has my dad got to do with it all?"

"Nothing just ignores me."

There was no way I could just ignore him and I really wasn't in a mood for a fight with anyone right now as I was weirdly still very sore from the last one. This was strange for me as ever since I had become a true alpha every time I had got hurt I had healed basically automatically but this time there was no visible scratches but I felt weak. Incredibly weak, if I told Derek all he would do was worry and would insist we leave and go to see Deaton but we would then get caught by whoever was after him in the first place. If I could get to text my boss or get Stiles to see him that would be better so the only thing I can think of in a crisis is to text my best mate.

"Stiles."

"Hey you okay buddy." It was weird for him to text back immediately but I wasn't going to argue with it.

"Yeah I need a favour."

"Which is what as I am not spying on any werewolves for you?"

"No nothing like that I need you to talk to Deaton for me."

"About what?"

"Just tell him I need to see him quite urgently."

"Not until you tell me what it is you need him for."

"Fine, you know after the fight the other day?"

"Well I know there was a fight but remember Derek got me out of there before I got hurt, but yes."

"I don't think I'm healed."

"You haven't got black blood or anything."

"No there are no visible scratches but inside of me feels like I haven't completely healed as I am in pain."

"So why don't you just walk to Deaton's?"

"And risk being seen no thanks you."

"So what am I meant to do?"

"Ask Deaton or get him to come to Derek's loft."

"And how am I meant o do that?"

"Seriously Stiles you have a car, you have legs walk there and ask him."

"There is no need to get snappy with me, but I will go alright give me a hour and it will be sorted."

I was getting slightly worried as it had been an hour without any news and I was on the brink of leaving the loft to go and find him myself. I knew Stiles wasn't purposely doing this to me but seriously the one time you need him to be quick about it he decided to take his time. I was one step away from leaving before Stiles came to Derek's loft, followed by Deaton and a familiar but not recognisable scent lingered behind them. It was only a couple of seconds before who followed entered the room as they did I ran out of the room and up to my room but still listening in to their conversation.

"I knew it was a bad idea him coming."

"Stiles he needs to be here."

"Why give me one good reason why he needs to be here?"

"I'll give you one I know how t stop Scott from being in pain."

"And you couldn't have told Deaton yourself."

"No and I also want to talk to him, as currently he hates my guts."

"Yes but he doesn't know you."

Why was Deaton covering for him, I didn't know the guy so what was I meant to think welcome him into my life with open arms, I think not.

"I don't think he wants to know me."

"Ding ding ding we have a winner." I could always count on Stiles to make a funny comment in times of trouble and awkwardness but he was right. I didn't want to know him. And I never will.

"Stiles you really aren't helping matters."

"Why not he doesn't want to know this man."

"I don't expect him to like me especially since he hasn't ever met me and after seventeen years I turn up and he is told I am his father. It isn't something I just expect him to adjust to."

He was speaking true words, obviously he understood or felt bad for me for what I had to come to terms with but that still didn't explain why the hell he was even here. The argument carried on for at least another half an hour and was mostly Stiles screaming at him about how useless and worthless he was in any situation. And it was now time to stand up for myself in front of him as he wasn't really important to me. I made my way down the stairs extremely slowly.

"Why are you here?"

"Actually Scott why don't you answer the first question, why didn't you tell me you were hurt?" Deaton said.

"As I really didn't think it was important at the time."

"So just tell us what happened."

"I thought you knew how to cure me."

"Well only if his prediction was right about what happened."

"Well, two people came after Derek claiming they were some sort of royalty and I started fighting them whilst Derek ran away with Stiles and ever since the scratches have healed I have been in constant pain."

James point of view:

I knew it was him but he wasn't to blame especially if he didn't know about them in the first place. I should have told him when I had the chance but now it may be too late. To be honest though he is lucky he isn't dead as for a normal werewolf a strike from an original basically renders you useless and then kills you so him hiding is the best idea. My brothers were out after Derek still and if they see him they will wonder why he is still alive and run straight to Deaton and accuse him or kidnap Scott and take him to my father who will realise what he is and want him to come with us. And I wasn't having any of those options.

Good for him for standing up for Derek but he got hurt in the process, one thing about being an original is that your werewolf claws are covered in a toxin that unless you are part of the original family or a special kind of werewolf like a true alpha you will be dead so on Scott's behelf he is extremely lucky.

"So was your prediction right then?"

"I am afraid so."

"So how can you help me?"

"I can't."

"What do you mean you can't?

"James you can't do this I do not give you permission to tell him." Deaton said quite angrily.

"He needs to know."

"No he is already in enough danger being a true alpha are you trying to put a permanent target on his back."

"Look the longer I am here the more danger he is in unless he knows exactly who he is."

"I am still here you know, so would someone please like to tell me what is going on."

I wanted and needed to tell him about everything and I know Deaton would disagree with me but if I could get one person in this room to agree with me then he would have to let me tell him. I obviously wasn't going to tell Stiles so that left Derek.

I made my way up to where he was after excusing myself and as I entered the room he shuffled back into the corner trying to hide from me.

"Are you here to take me to your family?"

"No I am here to ask you a question about Scott."

"One thing first what did your family want with me?"

"now they want to kill you and Scott."

"But he is your family."

"They don't know I have a son and they don't even think he is a werewolf as he fought them and beat them in human form."

"Yeah about that we knew they wanted the true alpha and being the only alpha in town if he wolfed out then it would basically be handing him a death sentence. But anyway what was your question?"

"I want to tell him everything and Deaton disagrees with me but if you do then I am allowed to tell him."

"Everything as in who he is?"

"Yes as the longer I am here and he doesn't know the more danger he is ."

"I do know that but your family can't find out about him."

"I know Derek which is why you need to look after him."

"He can take care of himself and he has his mum."

"I know that but he looks up to you."

"Okay so are we going to tell him or not?"

"I am leaving that decision up to you Derek."

I think we should."

We both made our way back down to the awkward silence in the room and all three of them stood up.

"I am sorry Deaton but he needs to know."

"On your head be it but I did warn you."

"Scott the people that attacked you are the originals and how I know that is that they are my family, well your family as well."

"Wait does that mean my family want me dead?"

"You aren't seeing the bigger picture."

"If they are my family then that means."

"Yes it does Scott."

"I am part of the original family."