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Cut Out All the Ropes: Chapter 4
Derek has to admit that he probably lost a couple werewolf points when Stiles snuck up on him later that night. In fact, he probably lost a couple man points with the yelp he let out, too.
Derek had had a very long day. It had all started when he swung by the Stilinski's house to check on Stiles that morning. It's not like he actually talks to Stiles when he goes to check on him; he just stands outside his window and sniffs the air until he was sure everything seems right and then he leaves. He's always careful to stay out of view of both the house and the road. But that morning everything had seemed off.
From the moment he stepped out of his car that morning he could smell it. He could smell Isaac's smell clinging to Stiles and it infuriated him. So yeah, he'd confronted Isaac at the school. And yeah, maybe he had slashed a hole in Isaac's bike tires. But he was pretty sure that was justified.
His day had gotten worse when he'd been confronted by Chris Argent about how many teenagers he'd changed recently.
"Jackson asked for it," he had growled, his sunglasses covering his red eyes. "And so did Boyd. And both Isaac and Erica were pretty messed up when I got a hold of them, so I was doing them a favor. And besides, they knew what there were getting into."
"I'm just saying, Derek" Chris had said, leaning against Derek's car. "I'd maybe slow it down a little on the teenage army. They're young and they don't know what they're capable of. Wouldn't want someone to get hurt."
And to make his day even better, the builders had called and said they would be late starting the rebuilding of his house.
"What do you mean you can't start today?" he had yelled into his phone, barely controlling the growl in his voice. "I have a child coming in 6 months. I don't have time for this house to be late!"
All in all, Derek's day had sucked. So he'd came home, ate some pizza, drank some beer, and fell asleep in his recliner watching NCIS. He wasn't old; he'd just had a long day. And maybe that's why he never heard Stiles' jeep pull up outside his apartment. Or how he'd never heard Stiles climb the stairs, or push open the door he'd apparently forgotten to lock. He'd never even realized Stiles was there until Stiles slapped him across the face.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Stiles yelled, and Derek about jumped out his skin, the yelp escaping him before he could stop it. It took him a minute to rein in his wolf; forcing it to realize that this was just his angry mate and not a real threat. His eyes flashed red for a moment but he took a deep breath, forcing it down.
"You really have a death wish, don't you?" he mumbled, pushing Stiles gently away from him.
"What the hell is wrong with you, huh?" Stiles said again, pushing at Derek's chest. Derek sighed, catching his hands.
"What are you on about?" Derek growled, pushing down the foot rest of the recliner and moving to the edge of the chair.
"Where in your stupid doggy brain did you think it was a good idea to pin Isaac to a wall with your hand around his throat? You know, Isaac whose dad used to beat the shit out of him every day? Yeah, great idea, Der! Let's push Isaac around 'cause it's not like he's the most skittish one of your stupid teenage werewolf pack!"
And okay, maybe Stiles had a point. Derek had bit Isaac to save him from his dad; to save him from those horrible memories that used to shake the boy awake, screaming for someone to save him. So yeah, pushing Isaac around was a bad idea.
"I…" Derek trailed off, looking away from Stiles' angry face.
"He locked himself in the Mahealani's pool house for three hours. Three hours Derek! And mind you, I don't have super werewolf hearing, but Jackson said he could hear Isaac alternating between panic attacks and sobbing. And whose fault do you think that is?"
"Okay, I messed up," Derek said, gently pushing Stiles' to the side so he could rise to his feet.
"And you know what Danny told me you said? 'I told you to keep an eye on him, not get in his pants?' Does that ring a bell?" Stiles said, side stepping back in front of Derek, pushing him again.
"Stop. Pushing. Me." Derek growled, his teeth growing to points before he took a deep breath and forced them dull again.
"You don't get a say in who I spend time with, Derek! You don't get a say in who I want to be with!"
"You want to be with Isaac?" Derek said, a brow raised.
"No. Yes. I don't know. But even if I did, you don't get a say in it! You flat out told me you wanted nothing to do with me! That you're only tolerating me because of the baby. So if Isaac's willing to mess around with me because I'm crawling out of my skin I'm so horny all the time, then so be it. Technically that's your fault anyway!" Derek didn't say anything. Instead he raised a brow, swallowing a sigh as he waited for Stiles to continue talking. "You need to go fix things with Isaac. You're his Alpha, Derek. You're supposed to help him, not use him to keep an eye on me and then threaten him for being a fucking teenage boy!"
"Is he okay?" Derek asked finally, his voice low and defeated.
"He finally unlocked the door about an hour ago. But he pretty much shy's away from everyone like he used to. But Jackson tried to touch him and he freaked. But Danny's dad slipped him some Benadryl in his dinner and he fell right asleep after. Did you know that Benadryl still works on werewolves?"
"I, uh. Yeah, I did. Listen, I'm sorry, okay? I'll make it up to Isaac, I promise." Stiles stared at Derek for a long time before nodding.
"You better," he mumbled, shoving Derek one more time as he left.
Three days later Jackson was throwing away his tray at lunch when he saw the Sheriff's cruiser pull up in front of the school. He watched as Stiles waved his arms feebly for a moment, but the Sheriff smiled and shook his head, pointing at the school. Finally Stiles climbed out of the car with a sigh, walking up to the front door with his head hung. Jackson sighed, scratching his head before walking over and holding the door open for Stiles.
"Everything okay?" He asked and Stiles shrugged, walking slightly in front of Jackson. "I mean it's seventh period; you've missed most of the day. Why come in now?"
"Dad said I had to," Stiles mumbled, glancing at Jackson who just realized that Stiles eyes were red.
"Have you been crying?" Jackson asked, his eyes wide and searching Stiles for something wrong.
"My clothes don't fit anymore," Stiles mumbled, and Jackson had to swallow his laugh.
"Excuse me?" He asked and Stiles sighed before pulling Jackson into an abandoned room.
"I have to hold my pants up with a rubber band," Stiles said, his voice going high pitch, making Jackson flinch. He pulled up his shirt slightly and Jackson grinned at the small rounded stomach before noticing the rubber band that had been wrapped around the button, thread through the loop, and wrapped around the button again. "I have to hold me pants up like the preggo girls do!"
"Um, Stiles?" Jackson said quietly and Stiles turned to glare at him.
"Yes I know I'm like one of the preggo girls! Shut up Jackson! God. I couldn't even fit into any of my own t-shirts this morning."
"Then who's are you wearing?" Jackson asked, swallowing his sigh when Stiles let his jacket slide off his shoulders and turning to show the name "Mahealani" on his back. "Why do you have Danny's shirt on?"
"I found it in my closet…" Stiles whispered, zipping his jacket back up. "I don't know where it came from."
"Come on. We've got to get to class before coach lands us both in detention." Stiles nodded, following Jackson down the hall.
"Hey Jax?" Stiles asked as they entered the class room. "Are you busy after school?"
"Not really, why?" Jackson asked, gesturing to two empty seats in the back.
"Want to go to the mall with me? Dad gave me his credit card and well…I need pants, 'cause this rubber band isn't going to hold very long."
"And why are you asking me and not one of the girls?"
"Because Erica terrifies me, and Allison and Lydia would make me put on that fake belly they have at the maternity stores when I'd try on clothes." Stiles said, staring at his hands.
"Oh, I'm so making you put that belly on," Jackson said with a smirk and Stiles groaned, putting his head in his hands.
"So what's going on with you and Danny?" Stiles asked, trying to sound innocent as he held up a striped shirt at the Male Maternity Store.
"Put that down, stripes are just going to make you look like a whale," Jackson said, picking up a couple solid print shirts. "And there's nothing to tell."
"Yeah, because Allison and Lydia taking Danny out to get drunk because 'werewolves are stupid and Jackson's an ass' was nothing," Stiles said, frowning at the display of jeans with pregnancy panels on them. With a sigh he flipped through the rack, finding what he hoped was the right size.
"It's…It's not nothing, it's just something we've got to work out. Here, try these on, too." He said, passing on a couple other shirts with a pattern that wouldn't make Stiles look huge.
"Want to talk about it?" Stiles asked, grabbing a couple more pairs of pants and a couple sweaters. Jackson sighed, nodding his head towards the fitting rooms.
"How far along are you again?" he asked, pausing at the desk.
"Four months. You aren't really going to make me put a belly on, are you?" Stiles moaned as Jackson picked one up.
"Be practical," Jackson said, pushing Stiles towards the fitting rooms. "You'll be able to see how long they'll last. You know, fit now, fit in a couple months kind of thing."
"Who are you and what have you done with Jackson?" Stiles asked, pushing open a stall.
"I talked to Derek about it. Apparently I'm currently the Omega and it's like wired into my wolf that I have to take care of the Alpha's pups. Hence, me being nice to the one carrying the Alpha's pups. I can't help it. So suck it up and deal with it."
Stiles sighed, walking into the stall and undoing the rubber band holding up his jeans and letting them slide off his hips. He shrugged off his jacket and struggled to pull off Danny's shirt over his head. He stood in front of the mirror, his hand resting on his stomach. He turned to the side and sighed again.
"I'm fat." He called over the door and he heard Jackson snort.
"You're not fat, you're pregnant. Now try some clothes on. Or were you planning on not coming to school tomorrow, either?"
"Dad said I can only have one pregnancy meltdown related absence or tardy from school a month so I guess I've used up this months," Stiles said, pulling on a pair of jeans. "Now stop avoiding my conversation and tell me what's going on with Danny."
"Really? You want to have this conversation shouting through the dressing room wall in a store in the mall?" Jackson said, and Stiles opened the door, standing in front of Jackson in a black t-shirt and jeans. "Well, it's a little baggy now, but you'll grow into it soon enough. Here, put the belly on." Stiles sighed, but did what he was asked. He turned to his side looking in the mirror and let out a high pitched whine.
"I really am going to look like whale," He said, looking over to Jackson for encouragement.
"Once again, you're pregnant. You're kind of supposed to get bigger. Besides, you're skinny enough in the first place that I'm sure it'll be all belly."
"Thanks, Jax," Stiles whispered, moving back in the stall. He could hear Jackson moving around outside and he was pretty sure he could hear Jackson sniffing. Finally the co-captain sighed.
"Danny wants the bite," Jackson said quietly, and Stiles dropped the shirt he'd been trying to pull on. He swung the door open, standing in only a pair of jeans and the fake belly, staring at Jackson with wide eyes.
"Excuse me? Stiles said, waving his arms around as he bent with some difficulty to pick up the dropped shirt.
"Danny wants to be like me. But I don't want him to go through that. Do you know what it's like to get the bite? It fucking hurts in the first place. Then you have all these crazy fever induced nightmares until it takes. Then it feels like your crawling out of your skin until your first full moon and then every month after that the week until the full moon. And then there's the chance of wolfing out in front of people or killing the people you love or getting killed by the fucking Argents. And this is all if the bite doesn't kill you in the first place. I don't want Danny to have to go through that, you know? I care about him more than I care about anyone. I care about Danny more than I care about myself. So I'm just trying to protect him but he doesn't see it like that. He just got pissed and yelled that I didn't want him to get it because it meant I wouldn't be special anymore. He doesn't get it." Stiles sighed, pulling Jackson into the stall and pushing him down on the bench as he shut the door and turned to try something else on.
"I know he doesn't get it now, but he will at some point," Stiles said looking at the sweater he'd tried on. Satisfied that he'd found enough clothes to at least last him for a little while he turned to take the belly off, groaning as he struggled. "Okay, I'm pretty sure this hooks like a bra and I obviously have no practice taking off bras." Jackson laughed, spinning Stiles around and undoing the hooks.
"Derek's not going to try to kill me for getting this close to you, is he?" Jackson asked suddenly and Stiles laughed, shaking his head.
"No, I had a talk with him about threatening people I spend time with. I actually snuck up on him! I snuck up on an Alpha!" Jackson snorted, a grin on his face.
"Come on, preggo. Let's go buy you some clothes."
"Isaac!" Stiles called, sighing when the boy tensed up and kept walking. "Isaac, please talk to me!"
"Just leave me alone, Stiles," Isaac said, pulling his back pack closer to his chest.
"Can we please talk about this? Derek said he'd back off. If anything, all this was my fault." Isaac pushed through the crowed and Stiles sighed, trying to keep up. "Just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean I can't keep up with you! I can still see my feet you know!"
"You know he said he'd never treat me like that. He said I was his equal and that he'd never treat me how my dad used to. All I did was what he asked me to do and then he's going for my throat. Funny; sounds just like my dad. So if you don't mind I'd rather stay out of whatever fucked up business you two have going on. Please."
With that Isaac turned on his toes, walking away with is head ducked. Stiles stood back, his hand on his stomach as he watched Isaac walk away.
'Where are you? You said you'd be here!'
Stiles' legs jumped as he sat in the waiting room. His dad had gotten called into work and Jackson and Danny and Scott and Isaac-who was still avoiding him-were all at lacrosse. Allison was at crazy hunter training and he didn't know where Lydia was. But Derek was supposed to be there. They were supposed to be able to hear the baby's heartbeat and Derek had promised he'd be there. And if Stiles was being completely honest, appointments with Dr. Jeffers freaked him out.
"Genim?" The nurse called from the door and Stiles sighed, hating that the nurses still called him that. He followed her back to an exam room, pausing to step on a scale although he refused to look at his weight. He climbed up on the table the nurse pointed out and waited, every once in a while glancing at his phone. He jumped when Dr. Jeffers knocked on the door before letting herself in.
"Good afternoon, Stiles," she said and he nodded. "Are we still waiting on someone?"
"I, uh no," Stiles said. "My dad got called into work and no one else could come."
"So we're going to hear the heartbeat today and we can probably see the sex of the baby!" Stiles shifted biting his lip.
"Um, if it's okay, can we hold off of anything exciting until next time? Until D…Derek and my dad can be here? I mean, if that's okay? I just don't want to see anything without them here."
"Sure, sweetheart. I understand. I'll just take a quick look, make sure everything's okay and I 'll keep all commentary to myself, okay?"
"Yeah, thanks," Stiles said, giving her a small smile. Stiles pushed his pants low on his hips and pulled his shirt up.
"You've got a nice little bump going on there, don't you?" Dr. Jeffers said with a grin.
"I guess. I had to go buy new clothes a couple days ago 'cause nothing I had fits."
"That's to be expected. Now, this might be a bit cold," the doctor said as she squirted a gel on his stomach and Stiles hissed, arching his back. "Now let's take a look." She rubbed the ultrasound wand around his stomach, smiling slightly when a small blob came on the screen. She studied it for a moment before turning to Stiles. "Everything looks good, sweetheart. I'll print you out a couple pictures that you can give Daddy and grandpa, okay?"
"Yeah, thanks," Stiles said, taking the towel she offered him and wiped off his stomach. Now if only Derek could have been here. He kicked himself for even thinking it.
AN: I hope you liked it! Please review. Thanks for all the support!