"I just need him and my baby Sheriff" Isaac said walking besides the sheriff looking down to stop the tears from running which was no help.
Derek walking along with them, listening to Isaac. Breaking his heart when he said that he needed Stiles which wasn't Derek's and the baby who wasn't Derek's either. Just the thought of that made his gut tighten in his stomach anger rising up his neck.
"We'll have them both soon with us son." You could see the expression on the sheriff's face, his hopeful face.
They visited warehouses in the city, having no luck finding every single one empty. They began to become desperate, Derek and Isaac were beginning to fight for every single thing already annoying the Sheriff.
"Enough boys, stop okay this isn't helping. Derek I think you should go."
"Sheriff but-"
The Sheriff interrupted "This is more Isaac and my business, I understand you're trying to help, but fighting doesn't help at all"
Sadness poured all over Derek's face because the sheriff just basically pointed out the Derek was no one, that he was Isaac's and that hurt him a lot. Without another word he just turned his back on them and ran not hearing the apologies the sheriff had called out.
Running through the trees he roared Stiles' name becoming desperate for not finding his mate especially in the conditions he was in. He stopped and let the tears run down that beautiful face of his.
"Derek, Derek don't go please" Stiles shouted, but Derek didn't turn around.
"Please" Stiles whispers tears streaming down on his cheeks. "I love you Derek"
Strong arms held him tight to his Alpha's chest. "I love you too Stiles"
Stiles felt Derek leaning their faces closer to each other feeling his breath on his face, he felt warm wet lips moving around his trying to combine and interact with his own.
Then he felt Derek pulling back, he didn't want to stop kissing Derek so as Derek pulled back Stiles leaned in even closer sticking to him.
It had stopped and Stiles whined before he could look back at Derek he saw the man of his dreams kneeling in front of him feeling his ear against his stomach as he began to speak
"Hey little guy" Derek whispered. " I can't wait to meet you pup"
As those words came out Stiles felt an unexplainable feeling inside of him, he was extremely happy and his baby too noticing by the way he was moving around inside him.
He felt Derek's gaze go back up to his, smiling at each other, Derek stopped as he seem to be searching for something in his leather jacket when suddenly Stiles' eyes sparkled he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him, Derek Hale a.k.a. Sour Wolf was on one knee with a ring pointing it towards Stiles.
"Yes yes" he said feeling his eyes full of tears, happy tears. He forward his head down to Derek's, as he moved closer to him he realized that he was too far down to not yet be having Derek's lips smashed against his, Stiles opened his eyes noticing that Derek wasn't there, but he was feet away being held by Deucalion who had his claws extended smiling towards Stiles, he didn't have trouble ripping Derek's throat out.
"NOOOOOOOOOO" Stiles screamed lifting himself to a sitting position realizing that it was just a dream. It's just a dream, it's just a dream he kept telling himself.
The panic inside him stopped him from concentrating on the pain throughout his body sadly the sharp pain made him scream not being able to take any more of it especially the burning feeling he had on his back from the sharp claws that were jammed down into his skin.
Times like this Stiles would have liked to be a werewolf, he would have healed already, thinking over and over why he didn't accept when Peter offered him the bite.
The inside of his stomach felt like it was being ripped apart "Please baby settle down" he whispered patting his stomach with one hand and the other one was wiping his tears away.
Who would of though me Stiles Stilinski A MALE would have this happening in my life all of this wasn't supposed to happen, unbelievably talking to a baby my baby that's inside me I thought I would be talking and rubbing Lydia's stomach not mine.
"Ughhhhh" he groaned. Trying to stand up since it started getting dark, it was a fail the minute he tried he tumbled down, with no other choice he dragged himself inside the house with all the energy he had. He successfully made it at least to the rest in a corner of the living room tugging the jacket swearing because it wasn't long enough to cover him from head to toes.
Stiles sat still for a while his eyesight became foggy, he began to see people around him and there was fire, it was a mixture of werewolves and humans crying out for their lives as the flames caught onto them. Stiles started crying from the image that was before his eyes. "I love you Derek" he whispered to the air, feeling the floor beneath him.
Stiles laid there for hours till he saw that night has fallen.
"SCOOOOOTTTT you're going to be late for school if you don't get your ass down here now" Ms. McCall called out from the stairs sipping on some coffee.
Shit Scott murmured slipping off the bed, his eyes still close knocking things over as he looked for his pants sliding them on, he rushed towards the bathroom splashing his face with water to help him wake up, he whimpered from burning himself with the hot water he threw on his face. He ran down the stairs in a grey muscle t shirt giving his mom a kiss on the cheek before he left dragging his backpack and holding his motorcycle helmet.
He was about to walk out the door before his mom called out "Scott you're going to freeze"
Scott looked down noticing that he wasn't wearing another shirt or sweater. His gaze went towards his mom who was laughing at him shaking her head.
His cheeks flushed red of embarrassment as he made the walk of shame up the stairs to his room grabbing the first hoodie he saw looking at the time that he was running late already he basically flew out the house towards his motorcycle making no stops on the way going fast, but safe.
Scott walked in the hallways searching for Allison, scanning through having no luck because she was nowhere in sight, so he went directly to his locker putting his thing inside hearing familiar voices "Isaac calm down, everything's going to be fine." The young blonde said. Scott made his way towards where the voices where coming from, standing in front of Isaac and Erica who were leaning against their lockers.
"Hey what's wrong?" Scott asked looking back and forth between Erica and Isaac.
"He's just having a rough time" Erica sighed.
Isaac had bags underneath his eyes, he also looked sad and weak.
Scott squeezed Isaac's shoulder giving him an understanding look.
They growled as they heard the morning bell. "Well-" They all stopped, sniffing a familiar scent around the atmosphere, they pointed their noses at the entrance of the school, looking up to see the Alpha twins.
Isaac rushed not thinking twice to where the twins stood, he shoved Ethan against the lockers sniffing in and out heavily.
Scott went up behind Isaac trying to stop him so they wouldn't cause a scene.
Aiden growled at Scott then at Isaac. "Let him go"
"Not till he tells me where Stiles is"
That's when Isaac felt a sting on his face seeing Aiden's fist above him, Isaac knew he shouldn't challenge an Alpha, but he didn't care he tackled Aiden to the ground not noticing that Ethan was about to grab him, when Scott stopped him pushing him away.
Aiden had grabbed Isaac and started punching him nonstop when Erica stepped in and grabbed his fist though it was no help since he was stronger than here just pushing her away.
Boyd had heard all the noise he ran out with about half the school in a circle around to see what seemed like a fight. He made his way through when he saw Scott punching Ethan and Aiden punching Isaac Erica climbing on top of Aiden so he would stop hitting Isaac. Boyd grabbed Aiden by the wrist and turned him around to punch Aiden on the face.
"Hey, hey stop it!" Mr. Harris shouted making his way through the students.
They still didn't stopped, just kept on hurting each other.
That's when Coach Finstock blew his whistle "Stop right now" making his way picking Scott up by the collar "Boy calm down geez"
They all stopped snapping faces at each other. "Principals now, all of you" Mr. Harris said shooing the crowd away.
The teens follow him walking down, Erica put her foot in front of Aiden's causing him to trip, the pack laughed then stopped when Mr. Harris turned around.
"Step in here and face the consequences" Mr. Harris opened the door, explaining to the principal what had happened , he asked what started the fight and no one spoke up.
They all had to stay in detention all school day and for the rest of the week as well.
The school's security guard walked them towards an empty room telling them to clean it up.
Erica and Boyd started with the chalk board, Aiden and Ethan went to fix some books, Isaac and Scott got wipes to clean the desks, they were silent for a moment giving each other looks, a few minutes pass when it hits Ethan, what started the fight, Isaac asking him about Stiles knowing he had left him at the Hale's house meaning that he's still out there.
"Stiles" Ethan said stopping to look at Isaac.
Isaac turned to look at him with an angry face
"Stop before you say anything I left him at the Hale's burnt house yesterday"
"You what" Scott shouted "How could you"
Erica and Boyd stood behind Scott holding him back.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck" Ethan murmured. "We need to get him out of there now, he's not in good conditions especially with" he stopped and stared at the ground.
"With what" Isaac said gritting his teeth together.
"Deucalion had beaten him"
Isaac punched the desk flipping it over as hard as he could.
"We can't get out" Erica reminded them caressing Isaac's hair so he would calm down.
"Derek, Derek can you guys, he can go get him" Scott in seconds took his phone out, Come out Scott Stiles needs you he said to himself ,tapping on Derek's contact.
The wolves were listening as the phone rang and rang and on the final ring Derek picket up. "What Scott" Derek growled, he had a tough night he didn't feel like talking to anyone.
"Look long story short, please could you-" before Scott could say the rest he was interrupted by Derek "Scott I'm not really in the mood to doing anything, sorry I have to go bye"
Scott was shocked, he tried to say everything fast before Derek hanged up "Its Stiles Derek he's in your old house, you need to go for him, he's hurt!"
Derek's heart started beating faster "I'm on it!" that's the last thing he said and hanged up, and made a run to his Camaro. Leaving the parking lot to the road going fast his wheels screeched at every turn he made.
Once he got in the road that would take him to his old house he tilted his nose up sniffing the air to see if he caught any scent of Stiles, but the thoughts running through his mind didn't let him concentrate on his senses.
Derek finally could see the burnt house that was covered by some trees.
Facing the house in front of him, he didn't even think about turning the car off he just got out and ran inside the house.
Sties was woken up by the engine of a car, he lifted himself trembling even more than before.
The door flew open startling him. He didn't know if it would be someone from his pack that came from him of the Alpha pack that came for him again.
Stiles finally decided to look up seeing a shadow of a man, a body outline that he knew well.
"D-D-Derekk" Stiles spoke out like his voice was broken.
Derek heard a voice a small scared voice and two fast beating hearts, he made his way where he heard the heart beats he came in front of a small pale skin Stiles, he kneeled down noticing that Stiles was naked with just a jacket on top of him covering a small portion of his body. Derek hissed underneath his breath. His heart was shattered at the sight, pain coming from his mate.
"Stiles shh I'm here" he assured him, gently pushing Stiles head towards his hard rock chest. "Let's get you out of here"
Stiles just nodded, not facing Derek so he wouldn't see his beaten face, the thought of this being another dream broke Stiles, but no it wasn't it wasn't this time someone had finally came for him and that person being his love, Derek.
Derek slid his hand on Stiles' back to have a good angle to pick him up, Stiles flinched away as soon came in contact with Stiles' back.
Derek was confused, he slid the jacket off noticing the big symbol that was across Stiles' back deep into his skin. He picked Stiles' up to the porch where there was enough light that made him clearly see the bruises and cuts down Stiles' body, eyeing him to Stiles' busted lip followed by bruises scattered around his face, Derek's eye trailed downward Stiles' body to see more bruises and scratches, but stopped when he noticed the marks on Stiles' thighs.
"Do-o-n-ttt look at mee…..please" Stiles pleaded looking into Derek's eyes.
Stiles felt warm arms around him and heard Derek's heartbeat.
"It hurts" Stiles mumbled touching his stomach.
"Oh god Stiles, I'm so sorry I should have protected you" Derek was whimpering into Stile's ear carrying him towards the Camaro. He sat him gently on the passenger seat, he quickly jogged to the driver's seat pulling out of the woods "I'm taking you to my loft, are you okay with that?" Derek asked Stiles, and Stiles just nodded. Derek tangled his fingers with Stiles, the whole ride Derek didn't let go, he was taking the pain away from his mate.