Abandoned But Loved

AUTHOR: DJDarkPixie

SHOW: "Teen Wolf"

TIMELINE: Post Season 1 – Future

RATING: M for mature. Parental discretion is advised. ;)

PREMISE: Sequel to "When Your Soul Cries Out", "Lucky Valentine", "Connecting To The Whole," same Universe, no Lydia or Allison. Derek and Stiles are engaged, Danny & Jackson are a couple, Scott is mated with Ted. A baby is left at the pack's doorstep by its dying mother. Jackson knows what it means to be adopted and they take it in. Trouble soon follows when they discover its true identity.

CATEGORIZATION: SLASH; M/M; Stiles/Derek "Sterek", and Danny/Jackson "Dax", Scott/Ted "Tott", humor, angst, romance, supernatural, spirituality, charity, death, dimensional travel.

DISCLAIMER: All references to the show "Teen Wolf" are owned by MTV and only this plot and alternate universe belongs to me, well, I inherited it from my partner in crime, Blooboy70.

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Chapter 2

(Cont'. from Chapter 1: He just stood there with his hands still on Danny's shoulder, silently waiting. The air grew tense as he waited. There was no sound, the iPod having reached the end of the playlist. All they heard was the soft whir from the pool pump and the sounds of the forest. Danny's eyes flashed and Ted tensed, ready for a fight. Everyone felt it. This could be bad.)

Ted instinctively removed his hands from Danny's shoulder and moved back. He knew Danny was going to hit him at the very least, and at the very worst, he wasn't sure what to expect. He felt his heart start to speed up and he internally got ready to shift.

Danny burst out laughing, causing everyone in the pool to yell, being caught off guard, thinking he was going to pounce on Ted. He kept laughing, and a hand flew at him and smacked him in the back of the head. "Ow," he said. "What was that for?"

Stiles replied, "Because we thought you were going to pound Ted and I didn't want to get blood in the pool."

"Well next time, can you take your engagement ring off before you hit me please? That freaking hurt," Danny said, rubbing the back of his head. He stopped and looked over at Ted who was smiling but had a wary look in his eyes. "Ted, I'm not going to hit you. Honest. Seriously, what you said meant a lot. No harm done, and I am sorry I spooked you. I just get a little jealous sometimes. I just…" He stopped and looked at Jackson, who was beaming at him.

Jackson paddled over to Danny and put his arms around him. "You just what," he prodded. Danny didn't reply, he just looked down, his bottom lip quivering. "Danny, what's wrong? Why are you upset?"

Danny pressed his lips together and met Jackson's gaze. "Jackson, I just love you so much I don't think I could live without you."

"Danny, you know that myth about wolf mates dying when the other dies isn't true," Derek said quietly.

"No, that's not what I mean. God, this is lame…" Danny whispered.

Jackson took Danny's face in his hands. "Daniel… look at me. I'm not going anywhere. I am your mate. I love you and only you. I will never love another man like I love you. If something happened to you, I would die lonely. I would die alone in the dark. Barely recognizable. A mere husk of a man. The smell would be great." He looked at Stiles who was pretending to gag himself at the old movie reference, and tried not to laugh. "Shut up Stiles." His pack mates laughed at the levity.

"Seriously Daniel. I love you. I want you. I chose you… I choose you. I continually choose you. Only you. I want to live my entire life with you. I want to have a family with you." He made a fist and knocked on his mate's forehead like he was knocking on a door. "Hello? Is anyone home?" He laughed and kissed Danny. "Danny, I meant it when I said I wanted to be your mate. Nothing will ever change that."

Danny looked around at all the wet eyes and smiling faces looking at him. "I love you too Jackson. I feel the same way. I'm sorry. I'm such an idiot…" he trailed off, sniffling and laughing. His pack mates surrounding him in a group hug.

Ted wiped his eyes and looked over at his mate Scott. "Scott, I'm hungry. Let's eat." Scott pulled him into a long embrace and passionate kiss. After he caught his breath, he uttered, "I love you too," and smiled a huge grin.

Derek took Stiles by the hand and the two got out of the pool. "Okay, so before we add more water to the pool by listening to more of this mush, how about we put our suits back on, and eat."

"Yes," exclaimed Stiles. "Let's get our feed on!" A wet speedo hit him in the face. "Hey!" he yelped as he looked over at a laughing Jackson.

Jackson hugged him and put his suit back on. "How about some more music?" he asked. A resounding 'yes' was his reply and he put on more dance music. He laughed when he saw Derek and Stiles doing the tootsie roll to the music. He just face palmed himself laughing at his pack. He loved them.

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The pack sat around the table, eating their steaks and enjoying each other's company. They laughed with each other, and teased each other, and celebrated their lives listening to great music and sharing a great meal. Danny looked up and cocked his head to the side not sure what he was seeing. His eyes tried to focus in the bright light on the object that was approaching and he stood to get a better look. His pack, at seeing this, looked up. They followed Danny's gaze to the small object that was floating towards them. They watched silently, no one moving, eyes fixed on the dark object. Danny stepped back as the object seemed it was going to hit them. He realized it wasn't a threat but didn't interfere and let it hit the ground in front of him.

"Danny, it's just a feather. Why the drama?" asked Jackson.

"Nobody touch it!" came a voice from behind them.

The pack sprang from the table and into formation at the sound of the intruder. Derek was at the front, his eyes flashing red. They hadn't smelled anyone.

"Whoa, we come in peace! I swear. We mean you no harm." The voice belonged to a male figure, about the same age as the pack. He was fair, tall and lean, with sparkling blue eyes, black hair, and a voice that sounded like soft thunder over a mountain. Beside him was another young male, same blue eyes and fair skin, dark brown hair, but more muscled and equally as tall. The second guy was silent but had his hand in his jacket pocket. The first male put his hand on the shoulder of the second one and dipped his head slightly, gesturing for him to relax. The second guy raised his eyebrow but he did seem to relax, but so slightly that only a werewolf would notice.

Derek spoke first. "Who are you? Why are you here? We have an accord."

Derek's pack all looked at him with confused looks, but if he noticed he made no outward indication of it.

The muscled guy tensed even more than before at Derek's questions. "It's okay, Brian. He can smell us. There's no need for that. Let's just pass along the message and leave." The first man spoke calmly trying to get the second one to relax. Seeing this was probably futile, he turned back to face the pack.

"I am sorry. Let me introduce myself, for the first time, and again. My name is Jeremy, and this is my, uh, this is Brian." The leaner male spoke indicating the bulkier one. "We are here to give you a message."

"Well, fine. Tell me your message, and then I want you to leave our property," Derek said through gritted teeth.

"Actually, Derek, the message isn't for you, it's for Danny," Jeremy said.

All eyes went to Danny, who looked like a deer in the headlights. "Me?" he asked. "What for?"

Jeremy indicated at the long black feather that was at Danny's feet. "That. It's a message. No! You mustn't touch it!" he quickly darted over and took it from where it had landed, and returned to where he was standing.

Stiles' mouth dropped open, speechless at the speed he just witnessed. At seeing Stiles' and the betas' shocked looks Jeremy just laughed.

"Vampires," muttered Derek to his pack's unspoken questions.

"Say wha'?" asked Scott.

"Cool! I knew they were real," said Jackson softly with a smile.

"Yes," Jeremy said. "It's good to see you again, Jackson. You too Stiles." He reached behind him and handed the feather to Brian, who put it into the black messenger bag he had across his chest. "You too Danny. You look good. Glad to see you found someone finally. You too Scott. That hunter girl was all kinds of bad news. But you…" he said looking at Ted. He leaned back as if listening to someone. Brian had leaned forward so his mouth was even with Jeremy's ear. His lips did not move. "Oh that's right, Ted. Of course. Good to see you again." He straightened up and fixed his gaze upon Derek. "It's good to see you again Derek, but I can tell from your look that this is confusing. I was glad to see your sister finally got married." He jumped when Brian jabbed him in the ribs. "Oh, sorry. Shit. Well, too late now."

Derek's eyes flashed brighter red than before. "Who are you? We have never met you before! Explain yourselves before I tear you apart."

At hearing the threat, Brian stepped forward his eyes flashing purple, two sets of fangs now filling his mouth, the skin around his eyes and his lips darkening. Jeremy stuck his arm out, preventing him from getting any closer.

"Look, I am sorry. Our sudden appearance is confusing I know. I apologize for that. Let me explain. Everyone just settle down, and I promise I can explain." The leaner vampire looked between Brian and Derek hopefully.

Stiles broke the tension. "Wait. I know you. Oh my gods, I almost didn't recognize you." He turned to the pack. "Guys, it's Brian and Jeremy." Seeing no response registering in their eyes he pressed on. "Brian and Jeremy… from high school. The band geek and the jock from the wrestling team that was a science genius?" He looked at his pack for a reply. "Not ringing any bells?" He waited as he noticed everyone starting to realize they did know the two guys.

"In all fairness, Stiles, you have actually not met us before. Well, not this version of us," Jeremy stated. Seeing the confusion again cover the pack's faces he started over. "Let me start from the beginning. This is going to take a while. May we sit down and explain? I promise you, we mean you no harm. We will explain ourselves, deliver the message, and be on our way." He looked at Derek for the next phrase, "With your permission Alpha, of course."

Derek looked them over again, sniffing the air. He wrinkled his nose, and Brian chuckled. He looked at his pack and saw they all were in agreement that they wanted to get to the bottom of what was going on. He remained standing but motioned to Brian and Jeremy to join them at the table.

Jeremy and Brian walked over to the table. As he started to sit down, Stiles was about to put his hand on his shoulder, but he yelled out. "NO, you can't touch us! Whatever you do, don't touch us." Stiles recoiled like he had touched something hot. Derek growled. "Sorry," Jeremy said. "It's a side effect of how we got here. People from where we end up can't touch us, or they get hurt. In your case, being a werewolf, it would make you shift but then start wetting yourself like a puppy." Brian started chuckling at that. Jeremy kicked him under the table.

"Well then I guess I should say thank you for that, but I don't understand. I'm more confused now that before," Stiles stated.

Jeremy took a deep breath, and started. "Okay, as I said, I am Jeremy and this is Brian. Yes, you already know us, but not in the way that you think. How to explain. Screw it, you are werewolves. You already know there are more things under the sun than are in the books. Fine. Here goes nothing." He took another deep breath and filled them in. "We are Brian and Jeremy, but not from your world. The Brian and Jeremy you know are still here, still, um…" Brian kicked him under the table. "…still being the Brian and Jeremy you know, or not. Anyway, but we aren't from this world. This dimension to be more accurate. The world we came from, well, it's going through a kind of war, for lack of a better term. A war between good and evil, between light and dark, literally, and we, being who we are, kind of have to make sure that when messages from our dimension need to find their way into yours, we sort of, make sure the message is received, then get outta dodge so to speak. However, due to circumstances beyond our control, a certain Spell Wolf we know kind of popped out of our dimension wanting to hand deliver the good news, but before he could finish he was yanked back, and all that was left of his visit was a wing feather. When we realized he hadn't got to deliver the message but had left something from our dimension here, we had to get it back, basically, finish the job."

Jeremy paused looking around at all the blank faces staring at him except for Derek and Danny. Danny spoke first. "Okay, so assuming this is true, and you are able to travel interdimensionally, why now, why here?"

"As I stated, a message was to be delivered but the usual methods were unable to be used and our Spell Wolf took it upon himself to deliver the message but was unable to complete the task. So, we are here to deliver the message and clean up after him." Jeremy smiled.

"So, to clean up, you mean the feather, right?" Derek asked.

"Yes, exactly. It's the same reason you must not touch us. Anything from our dimension that is touched by someone from your dimension will make the person who touches it instantly either dead or randomly shift to another dimension." Jeremy looked silently over to Brian who just smiled and gently patted the messenger bag.

"Okay, so, still assuming this is all true, what is the message your friend was trying to deliver?" Danny asked. "And what the heck is a Spell Wolf?"

"I will let your alpha explain about all the types of wolves that exist, but I will give you the message." He looked over at Derek. "Derek, yes, they are real. All the stories your parents told you are real. Every creature you ever read about or were told existed by your parents actually does exist. Not all of them in your dimension, not any more, but they do. Anyway, I digress. Okay, the message." He looked at Danny with no expression on his face and without saying a word Brian had retrieved what looked like a tablet from Star Trek from his jacket pocket and placed it into Jeremy's open palm. Without looking at Brian, Jeremy took the pad and tapped it with a long finger. The pad shot out a split beam of light that stopped about a foot above its surface and it began to speak.

Be awake for the time is approaching. A need for charity will make manifest in a fortnight. A broken love that cannot be healed will make the ultimate sacrifice. The product of that brokenness must be taken. Great care must be given to the entity of their union. An unknown future will require of this entity to heal it and make again the whole.

The sound stopped and the beam shrank back into the pad and it grew dim again.

"Holy shit that was like a lightsaber and Leia's message all in one!" yelled Stiles, startling everyone at the table. Brian and Jeremy just laughed at the Star Wars references. "That was awesome! Do it again!"

Derek growled and no one said anything. They waited for him to speak. "Okay, so, if this is all true what does the message mean?"

"Well, Derek, I can't say. That's part of the deal. We have to pass the message to the one for whom it was intended, and then leave. Usually we have to alter the memory of our visit leaving only the message but in this case, as you are wolves, and the feather mess, that wouldn't work. But," he leveled his gaze on Danny and continued. "I must warn you. The message is real and must be taken seriously. I can tell you it's good news but as everything in the universe is balanced, sometimes that brings along or reveals bad news. In this case, the good far outweighs the bad." He got a swift kick to the shin from Brian. "Ow! Bitch, that hurt!" he yelped. Everyone at the table laughed including Derek who hadn't smiled since the vampires' arrival.

Brian stood up from the table as did Jeremy. He spoke, his voice like running water. "It was good to see you all again, or for the first time. We are happy to see you all happy and know that what comes your way you will face as a pack. Jeremy and I thank you for your time and now we must leave, as we have to get back. Enjoy the rest of your day." He looked around at the pool and the boys and the patio. He winced at the bright light. "I never understood how humans could stand all this light!" He heard a growl from behind him. "Excuse me, wolves too. It's just so bright. Hurts our eyes."

"So it's true?" Scott asked. "About vampires and sunlight I mean?"

Jeremy chuckled. "No, my dear Scott. As you can see we aren't catching on fire and turning into ash. That's not true. Just like silver isn't true for your kind. But, our skin is more sensitive to light than yours, even when you were human, and our eyes take in far too much light than is often comfortable."

Brian chuckled in response. "Yeah that's why vampires are better than werewolves. We can see better in the light and the dark and we are faster."

Derek replied deadpan but with pride in his eyes. "You may be faster, but we are stronger and have better hearing." At those last words he smiled.

"Touché," said Brian. "But, we still hear better than humans, and our bite kills werewolves," he continued, eyes darkening.

"Yes, but our claws tear your skin like tissue paper," Derek replied eyes starting to glow.

"Boys, let's put our dicks away before someone gets hurt," intervened Jeremy. "We have to go."

"Derek, you have a fine pack. Your family will, uh, would have been proud. Thank you for your time. Until we meet again." Jeremy waved to the pack.

Brian reached out and took Jeremy's hand and touched the purple crystal around his neck and they disappeared. No noise, no smoke, no flash, just blinked away.

"Holy crap! Did you all see that?" exclaimed Ted. "They just blinked out! How totally cool."

"Oh please, you aren't buying that, are you?" asked Danny, looking at Derek.

All eyes turned to their alpha, waiting for his reply. "Actually, Danny, yes. I think so. One thing about vampires, they never lie. They can't. They can exaggerate but they are actually physically unable to lie. I don't know anything about other worlds or parallel dimensions but I can tell you I have never seen anything like that tablet he had."

"I know, right?" said Stiles. "Apple has nothing like that… at least not yet."

It was Jackson's turn. "But what about that message? What the hell does it mean?"

Derek wiped his hands across his face. "I don't know Jackson, but I think it means we are going to have company. In two weeks."

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