"I'm not someone people stick around for."
"Enough with this dribble," Derek growled. He lowered Isaac down until he was sitting on an exposed root from a nearby oak tree. Stiles wanted to run over and make sure that he was ok, check over his wounds to make sure that they were healing properly but he didn't particularly want to get closer to Derek who is still very much naked and besides, the Alpha was already doing a good job of checking Isaac's wounds. The claws marks on his stomach and chest were nearly healed already but he still looked pale and sickly.
Derek's hand came up and cuffed Isaac in the back of the head. It didn't seem to cause the werewolf any pain but Stiles still cringed when Isaac's head jolted forward. "What the hell were you thinking, you may be a werewolf but you're not invincible Isaac. You could have gotten yourself killed." Isaac whined like a wounded animal (pun defiantly intended.) He ducked his head and hunched his shoulders like he was trying to appear smaller. "He had already picked up our scents," he mumbled, "It was only a matter of time before he found out where we were hiding, so I figured that I'd get the drop on him first. How did you know where we were anyway?" Stiles felt very uncomfortable watching the exchange between Alpha and Beta; it felt more like watching a father scowled his son then the dynamics of a wolf pack. "Boyd," Derek answered, "He called me as soon as you two idiots left school. I followed you here, good thing I did otherwise you'd both be dead." Derek glared at both teens, his eyes flashing crimson red. "What did you two think would happen, that you'd just stumble upon the omegas and somehow kill them by yourselves?" Isaac opened his mouth, no doubt to give a sheepish response but Stiles was quicker to the punch.
"What do you mean omegas, as in plural, more than one. How many omegas are out here exactly!" Stiles' eyes trailed over the surrounding trees. He couldn't help but wonder if they were being watched right now.
Derek growled, the sound shook through Stiles, but after being attacked by an omega he is a little too hyped up on adrenaline to properly register the look of murderous intent of Derek's face. "That's none of your business, I'm handling it-"
"It is my business. I might not be part of your pack but my dad is the one out here risking his fragile human body trying to track down pieces of dismembered bodies that he thinks were put here by a serial killer. I have a right to know what the hell is going on in this town. How else am I supposed to protect my dad when you won't tell me when something new goes bump in the night!" Stiles sighed, "He's all I have left Derek and I refuse to lose him just because you and your mismatched band of assholes refuse to text me and give me a heads up when something like this happens." It was a low blow using his dad like that but Derek knows what it's like to lose the people he cares about and if using that to Stiles advantage will get him a simple text message that says to watch out for the new big bad then so be it. Stiles already worries about his dad, his job puts him in danger every time he leaves the house and now with the supernatural, the risk of his dad getting hurt has gone up exponentially.
A full belly laugh made the tiny hairs on the back of Stiles neck rise. His head wiped around so fast that it sent a spike of pain up his pale neck. Behind him, huddled together like a bad version of Greece was Scott, Jackson and Erica and Boyd, let's not forget the tag along girlfriends either. "God Stilinski," Jackson said, "we could hear your whiny voice all the way from the high way." Stiles turned back towards Derek and Isaac with a glare that could rival even that of Mr. Sourwoulf himself.
"Who invited Jackass and his hair crew?" He directed the question towards the Alpha but he didn't even seem to acknowledge the fact that Stiles had spoken, instead picking out a stray leaf from his hair. "It's not my fault you always mess everything up Stilinski." Jackson sneered. No one seemed concerned by Whittmore's comment, nor did they seem ready to defend him. It's not like Stiles has feelings or anything and it's not like he lays awake at night contemplating his worth. "That's rich coming from you lizard boy."
Jackson pushed himself away from the tree he was leaning against and growled, eyes flashing beta blue. "Why don't you come over here and say that to my face." Stiles took a step towards the wolf and sneered, "Lizard boy." Stiles didn't see Jackson lunge for him. It all happened in the blink of an eye. One second they were standing across from one another and then the next thing Stiles knows Isaac is between him and the angry beta, his claws digging into Jackson's shoulders as he struggled to hold him back, still too weak from healing himself.
Stiles swallowed thickly against the vomit threatening to rise. First, he nearly gets Isaac killed and now the beta is putting himself between Stiles and an angry pack mate to try and protect him because Stiles can't keep his big mouth shut.
Isaac finally managed to push Jackson away. He landed on his ass with a thud. Jackson growled through his mouth full of fangs. He pushed himself back onto his feet and jolted forward, ready to charge at Isaac but Lydia stepped between the two. She flickered her loose curls over her shoulder and said, "That's enough, both of you. Grow up, what are your children?" but she wasn't looking at either of the wolves, instead she was glaring daggers at Stiles, because apparently, this whole thing is his fault, like usual.
Both of the wolves seemed to visibly deflate but they continued to glare at each other. If looks could kill they'd both be dead a hundred times over.
He hadn't been paying attention before but now that the fighting was over Stiles realized that Scott and Allison were now standing behind Jackson, their feet spread apart, a stance that screamed 'ready to fight'. Allison's hand was resting on her hip where no doubt one of her hunting knives was hiding beneath her cardigan. Boyd and Erica were standing on the outskirts of the fight, having moved closer to their Alpha. Neither of them seemed interested in picking sides in the battle between pack mates. A small part of Stiles was grateful but another part of him wished they had picked their side, after everything they went through together at the hands of Gerard Stiles had at least thought they had become closer.
Derek exhaled loudly through his nose, it sounded more like a growl than anything else. He stalked between the two groups, still very much naked. "Now that we've finished being idiots, you two can go and bury the body," He gestured towards Scott and Jackson, both of who groaned loudly. They stormed off, grumbling to themselves and shooting daggers towards Derek until they were out of sight. Derek had already moved on, ignoring the two betas as he turned towards Boyd and Erica who were still standing on the outskirts of the group. "Take Isaac home and make sure he doesn't bleed to death on the way there." He didn't wait for either of them to respond before turning to face the girls. "Little girls go home and you," Derek said pointing to Stiles, "come here."
"No," Stiles said. "You're going to hit me."
Derek rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to hit you." He wasn't very convincing though, his eyes were dark and his hands were clenched at his sides, like a wolf ready to pounce.
"Yes you are, you've got that look going on that says you want to punch me in the face."
"I promise I won't punch you in the face." Derek sighed. Stiles contemplated his choices, either go over there and get punched in the face or stay standing here like an idiot and have an angry wolf stalk over and punch him in the face. Stiles shuffled over, ignoring the grimace Isaac sent his way. He stopped a few feet in front of Derek, not wanting to get any closer to his nakedness.
Stiles saw it coming this time when Derek's hand came up and smacked him across the back of the head with a little werewolf strength added to the mix. Stiles hissed as he brought his hands up to cradle the back of his aching skull. "Ow! You said you weren't going to hit me!"
"I lied." The Alpha's face remained blank but Stiles swore he saw the corners of his lips turn up. "Next time you have the desire to hunt down dangerous creatures in the preserve. Don't."
"So I can hunt them anywhere else but the preserve good to know."
"No, you-" Stiles cut him off before he could finish. The pack needed him and he is going to make damn well sure they know it.
"Right see ya guys I've got stuff to do like listening to my dad's phone calls and find out about those dismembered bodies he found this morning." He dropped his hands and smirked at Derek before he turned around and stalked off. He only made it a few feet before Derek called after him.
"Wait."
Slowly Stiles turned around. He propped his hands against his hips and tilted his head to the side. "Yes oh, mighty Alpha?"
"You will call me," he replied between gritted teeth. "When you find something like you should have done this morning."
"Can't sorry, don't have your number."
"Isaac." Derek growled, "Give him my number."
"Why can't you?"
"Because I'm not wearing pants, Stiles."
He couldn't help but grin, sometimes Derek made it too easy. "I know, we can all see that your wing wong is hanging out, your sausage, willy wonka, your little friend, the dominator, ya disco stick, eggs with a side of bacon, your floppy disk, little Derek-" Erica snorted, the sound was so loud that it made everyone stop and stare. Her back was to the group but it was clear to see that her shoulders were shaking in a half-hearted attempt to keep her laughing at bay. Stiles couldn't help his own smile from appearing. Things between Erica and himself have been rocky lately so it's nice to know that despite everything he can still make her laugh.
His happiness was short lived though. Derek growled. His face was scrunched up like he had just sucked on a lemon and his eyes burned a deep crimson. "You're thinking about hitting me right now, aren't you?" Derek nodded. "Now that, that has been established I'm gonna go." Stiles backed away from the group. Jackson and Scott were the only ones missing, much to Derek's annoyance, if his obvious murder eyes towards Allison and Lydia were anything to go by.
Once Stiles was far enough away from the group he let his smile fall. His back ached like hell and being in the same vicinity as some members of the pack made his skin crawl especially after certain events. Stiles had nearly made it to his Jeep when he heard soft voices up ahead. "He's so annoying. Did you hear him before; he was talking about Derek's dick, like who the hell does that?" There was no mistaking that that was Jackson. Stiles dismissed the comment and continued in the direction he hoped would lead back to his Jeep. It wouldn't be the first time Jackson has insulted him and it defiantly won't be the last. "I can't believe I was actually friends with him. He never shuts up, words keep coming out of his mouth but none of it makes any sense." A cold feeling settled over Stiles, it felt like someone had thrown a bucket of iced water over his head. That couldn't be Scott; it has to be some sort of evil doppelganger or something. "I don't get why Stiles is still hanging around us, he's human, he's not pack. The only reason he was originally included in all this is because he's the reason I was turned. If it weren't for him none of this would have happened, I wouldn't have been turned, Lydia wouldn't have been attacked and Gerard wouldn't have come to town with the sole purpose of killing us."
"Exactly!" Jackson exclaimed. They grew silent for a moment as the sound of digging continued. Stiles tried to stay as still as possible, he didn't want to alert the wolves to the fact that he was ease dropping. "Although did you see the way Derek was looking at Stilinski? It's obvious they're fucking. Derek probably bends him over like a slut, no wonder he's still around he's Derek's cock sleeve." They both dissolved into manic laughter. So much for best friends forever.
He felt numb. Not even the warm blood seeping through his shirt from the finger holes in his back was a distraction from the numbness that had settled over him. Stiles didn't even feel mad, just numb.
"Stiles?" A soft voice asked. He turned quickly, not expecting anyone to have followed him, let alone Erica. She stood less than a foot from him, her face crumbled in pity. Stiles swiped at his wet eyes. He wouldn't let himself cry in front of them. "What do you want?"
"Isaac asked me to walk you to your car, he said you smelt like blood but you smell more like pain to me."
"What else is new?" he asked bitterly, "And I don't need you to walk me to my car, I'm more than capable of doing it myself." Stiles turned and quickly left before Erica could get in another word. He doesn't need to listen to this shit. After everything he has done for Scott, after every full moon, after every time he let Scott crawl through his window when his parents were fighting, after every time he stuck up for his furry ass, this is how he repays Stiles for over a decade of friendship, having a bitch fit about him when Scott damn well knows he's within hearing distance.
He wants to storm over there so badly and use his powers to hurt Scott and Jackson, make them feel as weak as they make him feel but Danny was right earlier they aren't worth it. So Stiles got into his Jeep and tore off just as the first tears began their track down his cheeks.
By the time Stiles pulled into the driveway it was growing dark outside and his dad's cruiser was parked in the driveway beside a black SUV. The windows were so dark that they almost looked as black as the car. Stiles shivered. He knew whom the car belonged to. He quickly shot of a text to Danny, apologizing for missing their study session and then despite every instinct in his body telling him to get back in his car and drive away, Stiles opened the front door and stepping inside. His dad was leaning against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed firmly in front of his chest. He glanced up when Stiles entered the house. John's face was set in stone, emotionless but Stiles knew him well enough to know that his dad was disappointed and angry with him. "Hello, Mieczyslaw." A tall woman stepped out of the shadows. She was dressed in a dark pants suit with a white button-up shirt. Not a hair was out of place atop her head and not a speck of dust lined her suit. Her eyes raked over his body before settling on his face. "We have much to discuss."
Stiles swallowed thickly, "Am I in trouble?" She didn't answer.