Abandoned But Loved

AUTHOR: DJDarkPixie

SHOW: "Teen Wolf"

TIMELINE: Let's just say… 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 mated, Scott is mated with Ted. Its dying mother leaves a baby at the pack's doorstep. 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.

AN: Thank you to everyone who alerted, reviewed, or commented. Obviously, there isn't a beta for this; so all the f-ups are mine. Sorry. Every time I re-read it I see more. Sigh.

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Chapter 8

(Cont'. from Chapter 7: "Jackson, take my phone from my pocket and text Scott as he still had pants on when he left. Tell him what's going on. Then scan for hunters. Then call Deaton."

Jackson cocked his head at Danny. "Deaton, why? She's already dead."

Danny raised an eyebrow and smirked. He replied in a bad impersonation voice "Lawzy, we got to have a doctor. I don't know nothin' 'bout birthin' babies."

Jackson rolled his eyes. "Really? Prissy from 'Gone With The Wind'? And the baby's already here."

Danny flashed him a shit-eating grin. "I knew you would get it." He laughed as Jackson reached into his pocket for the phone, and winked.

Jackson kissed him softly and looked at the smiling baby in his mate's arms. "He thinks he's funny, doesn't he? Yes, he does. We know better, don't we?" he cooed smiling at the flashing eyes looking back at him.)

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As the rest of the pack continued tracking the intruders, Scott was back at the house. Jackson, who was monitoring the cameras, saw him as he arrived on the porch. Scott smelled the blood first, and then saw the trail as it swept from a puddle to the front door, looking as if something was dragged inside. "Guys, it's me!" he yelled. He heard multiple whirs around the property and he knew the cameras were on full alert, scanning their territory. He didn't know whose blood that was and his heart started to race. It didn't smell like his pack, and he smelled something else. He started to panic, and then the shutter over the front door began to retract. Suddenly a crackle was heard from a speaker over the door. It was Jackson.

"Scott, hang on, I'm making sure you weren't followed." Scott whirled around nervously, his ears and eyes preened back the way he came. When he heard the heavy clicking of the door bolts, he knew he was alone and quickly darted inside. As soon as he was inside, the door closed behind him swiftly, the security measures once again going into effect. He sighed with relief inwardly as he saw Danny standing in the entryway and Jackson coming around the corner to join him. Knowing they were okay, he began to relax to say the least, but the very conspicuous sheet-covered body in the floor and the squirming bundle in Danny's arms told him something went down in the short time they were away.

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Derek held up a hand and Stiles and Ted froze, practically holding their breath. He motioned for them to squat down. All three wolves looked out ahead and saw a group of men in a circle around something, pointing guns and other weapons at something in the center. The lasers from a few of the guns cast a reddish haze on a light-colored surface at their feet. Derek quietly closed his eyes and took a very long deep breath. His mind flooded with images of the various things he could sense from that intake of the forest air: dead leaves, damp earth, animal spore, insects scuttling under rotting logs, the smell of the river that wasn't too far away, fire and smoke, liquor, gun powder, blood, and… something else. 'Hunters?' asked Stiles silently to Derek, communicating through their mate bond. Derek's eyes snapped open at the realization. 'Vampires' he replied, again without speaking. 'But what are they doing on our land? With guns?' Stiles asked. 'I thought we had an understanding, an, accord as you called it,' he continued, mouth silent, but eyes speaking volumes. 'Remind me to lodge a complaint,' growled Derek silently. 'They killed a wolf.' Stiles eyes shot even wider. 'A WOLF! OH MY GOD! WHO WAS IT? OH MY GOD, IS IT ANYONE WE KNOW?' Derek's lips pressed together tightly and he scowled at his mate. 'No, dammit. I said a wolf, not a werewolf, now calm the fuck down before you give yourself an aneurysm.' Stiles' mouth dropped open then snapped shut, and he narrowed his eyes. 'Fine, so what the fuck is a' he made air quotes with is fingers, 'real wolf doing in California, and why were vampires chasing it and shooting it like hunters?' Derek just shrugged. Ted gestured toward Stiles with a questioning look on his face. Stiles pointed to the men in a circle around the dead body of the wolf, and then put both his index fingers up to his mouth to indicate fangs. Ted's eyes bulged in amazement, and shook his head a little. He mouthed, 'Why?' and Stiles shrugged in response.

Ted felt his pocket vibrate. Derek and Stiles looked at him, their sensitive hearing picking it up. Their eyes also darted around to see if anyone else had heard it. Seeing the coast clear, Ted gingerly took it out of his pocket, careful to not let the light give away their position. He read the message from Scott. He turned the screen to Stiles and Derek, shielding the bright screen so the hunting party couldn't see it. "PACK SAFE. FEMALE WEREWOLF DEAD. KILLED BY HUNTERS. BABY IS A NEWBORN, STILL HAS CORD. BABY IS WOLF BUT HAS FANGS. NOTHING ON CAMERAS. DEATON IS ON WAY." When Stiles read 'has fangs' he shook his head and looked at Derek. 'Of course the baby has fangs, it's a wolf.' Stiles just shook his head at how dumb he thought Scott was. 'No, Stiles. Think about it?' Derek looked exasperated. 'Werewolves get their fangs when normal babies get their teeth. It's something else.' 'Well, what could it be then?' With a slight smirk, Derek put his fingers up to his mouth like Stiles did earlier, to indicate… vampires. Stiles just facepalmed himself. He let his hand drag downward and scraped it off his chin with a sigh.

Ted, picking up on what was going on, quickly used his phone to write a message and showed it to his Alphas. 'NEVER A DULL MOMENT. WHAT DO WE DO?' Stiles looked at Derek and Derek looked back. 'Stiles, call your father and have him meet us there. You two hurry back and prepare. I'm going to lead the intruders back there where we can contain this mess.' Stiles whipped his head back and forth, in a very obvious no. Derek pressed his lips together with an expectant look and motioned for Stiles to go and take Ted with him. Stiles glared but then acquiesced. He bared his teeth at Derek and scowled. Derek winked and Stiles just shook his head. He grabbed Ted's sleeve and motioned for him to follow. As the two wolves quietly ran back toward the estate they heard a very angry Derek shift into Alpha form and full on charge the circle of hunting vampires with a deafening roar.

"Man, I wish I could see their faces," exclaimed Ted laughing.

"I know, right?" replied Stiles with a huge grin. "Wonder if vampires shit? If they do, I bet they totally filled their capes."

Ted shot both eyebrows up and looked over with a laugh in his eyes. "Capes? Really?"

Stiles laughed. "What?" He blushed a little chuckling. "Did you expect me to say Abercrombie slacks? You know I was always more Team Jacob. Edward looked constipated, no matter how cool his clothes were."

Ted just shook his head, laughing. As they ran he took out his phone calling ahead to the house quickly telling them to prepare for their arrival and with the instructions Derek gave Stiles, told to him en route. Stiles called his father and told him it was an emergency and bring wooden bullets. Sheriff Stilinksi thought he would never need them but as the father and stepfather to two werewolves, and a coven of vampires on the opposite side of town, one could never be sure. He piled into his cruiser and took off toward the preserve.

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"Oh shit! Really? Okay. Okay. Dammit. He's bringing them here? Yes, we'll be ready. They aren't gonna like it, but I guess it's too late now. Yeah. Always. Love you too." Scott hung up his phone, sliding it back into his pocket.

Jackson and Danny had been looking at him trying to hear what was being said not catching everything Ted was saying despite werewolf hearing. "What did he say?" quizzed Jackson. "We couldn't hear everything."

"Ted and Stiles are on their way back. It was a band of vampires, acting like hunters, and they killed a real wolf."

"A real wolf?" Jackson and Danny questioned in unison. "There hasn't been a real wolf here in ages!" added Danny.

"That's what they said. It smelled like that and they confirmed it. It would appear the vampires were the ones who killed the female. He said they had guns and swords, but definitely vampires." Scott looked at them with disbelief.

"Did he say anything else?" quipped Jackson.

"Yeah, uh, he thinks the baby is a vampire." Scott's face went still.

Danny and Jackson looked at each other, then down at the wiggling baby, then back at Scott. "But his eyes, flash," stated Danny.

"Derek told them that baby wolves aren't born with fangs, and since vampires don't have babies, well..." Scott trailed off.

"I told you," declared Danny. "It must be a hybrid. If the wolf here is its mother, then the father must be a vampire. Remember what Derek told us about how it can happen, but it's like, a, sin, or a crime, or something?"

Realization dawned on the light brown-haired boy. "Danny," Jackson started. "I bet you that's it. The vampires are after her, or were, or whatever, because she was pregnant with this." He motioned down to the baby boy who raised a tiny hand trying to grasp Jackson's finger.

Danny shrugged, frowning. "It's not a 'this' Jackson, it's a he. It's a baby, and I don't care if he's a hybrid. He needs to be taken care of. He's innocent in whatever the hell is going on."

Jackson, looking admonished, put his hand on his mate's shoulder. "Danny, I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything by it, it's just a lot to take in and we really still don't know what's going on." He leaned forward and kissed his mate's tanned cheek.

"Holy crap!" exclaimed Scott, making the other two boys jump. "The prophecy!"

"The what?" asked Jackson looking confused.

"The prophecy, the warning, the whatever. Those two vampires, you know, Brian and Jeremy. What they said." Scott looked like he had discovered the secret to life.

Danny sighed and looked at his mate with a mournful gaze. "We thought the very same thing. And taking what Derek said and everything in, it looks like this is what they were talking about."

"We better get ready. Ted said Derek's going to lead the vampires back here so we can deal with them." Scott looked worried.

"You heard him," chimed Danny. "Red Alert! Battle stations!"

Jackson kissed him on the mouth. "Dork," he said softly. "You know, this isn't 'Star Trek'," he teased.

"Yes, I know," responded Danny. "But everyone knows Kirk and Spock are hot for each other, and you know," he whispered into Jackson's ear, licking it slightly, he continued, "you know you would get hot if I had pointed ears."

Jackson smacked his ass. "You do, nerd. And yes, I love them." They laughed and kissed. "Come on, Scott, let's get stuff ready." He punched in a code into one of the control panels, and the shutters opened over the back door, letting them out to run to the garage.

Danny ran down into the basement, to secure the baby into one of the panic rooms, which they also used a long time ago, for when they were first learning to shift under the full moon's power or when a rogue wolf needed to be contained. "Don't worry, little one. Dr. Deaton will be here soon, and I know you are hungry, and I'm sorry. But we need to protect you now. I'm sorry." A small tear ran down his face. A brand new baby, its mother dead, its father God only knows, probably trying to be killed by a mob of angry vamps. "It's not fair," he cried out, softly. The baby flashed its eyes at seeing his caregiver's stress. Danny flashed his back, and the baby gently turned its head and fell asleep. He quietly secured the room and door, and then rushed around collecting the things they would need if they were to defend the estate. Then he headed back up the stairs and locked down the basement. He set everything down in the middle of media room and then wrapped up the female's body and carried it to the kitchen, careful when he laid the body down to not let it hit too hard. Before he stood up he placed a hand softly on the sheet, and he felt his heart pang. As he stood up and wiped a small tear from his eye, he heard the perimeter alarm go off.

Jackson and Scott returned from the garage with the crates and cases of the things the pack would need. Danny ran to pull up the cameras as Scott re-secured the back doors. "It's Ted and Stiles," he shouted. "Meet them at the door and be ready. I don't see anything but I don't want to take any chances."

As Ted and Stiles bounded up the stairs of the porch, the shutter slid away and they were met with Scott and Jackson leveling crossbows at them. "Whoa, fellas! It's us!" exclaimed Stiles, throwing up his hands. The boys parted letting them enter, as Jackson scanned the forest and then Scott closed and bolted the door, the shutter closing over it again.

Ted ran to Scott, embracing him so hard they almost fell against the wall. "I missed you," cooed Scott. Ted smiled into his kiss and said, "I missed you more." The other three just shook their heads and rolled their eyes at the two lovers.

"Guys, are we ready?" asked Stiles, taking charge.

"Yes," answered Jackson. "The perimeter scans are active, the sensors are functioning and have been tuned to catch fast moving objects, the cameras have been reset to filter for vampires, and the lights are…" he turned a dial so a corresponding LED array showed all lit, "and the lights are all set to high ready to go off. The flash strobes are ready and all the weapons are readied with wooden tips and the guns have sawdust shells loaded."

"Wow," Stiles exclaimed. "I'm impressed. I guess all those drills we did paid off. I'm proud of you guys." His betas beamed at his praise. "Let me tell Derek." He closed his eyes and reached out to Derek again through their mate bond. 'We're ready here. The guys did a great job. Remember the lights are on high, as are the strobes. Do you have your goggles with you?'

Derek was running at full speed in his Alpha form, the hunter vampires hot on his heels. 'Shit, no, I don't, no room.'

Stiles knew what that meant. 'There is a pair in the false tree to the left of the gate, I thought we might need them one day.'

'I love you,' replied Derek silently. 'I love you too,' replied his mate.

'Where are you?' 'They didn't listen to my threats; no one does anymore, dammit. So I shifted and mowed them down like bowling pins, and they started chasing me. They took the bait. I took them down towards the river, and then circled back around the back of the reserve and I am about two miles out. I just crossed Meyer Creek.'

'Okay, so less than 10 minutes. We're ready. How many are left?'

'I only killed one. God I forgot how much their blood stinks. So that leaves 9 and they are getting better with their aim. I might need some help if they hit me. For now, just winged me but of course didn't leave a mark.' Stiles heard him howl, taunting his pursuers.

"Was that Derek?" asked Ted, coming up to Stiles handing him a shot-cross bow; one of Danny's modifications that allowed the cross bow to shoot multiple arrows like a shotgun.

"Yes, he's about 5 minutes out. He's going to lead them up the front drive into the front lawn so be ready with the lights and stake launchers." He cocked the weapon and winked at Danny, who gave him a shy smile.

"Okay, crank up the interior lights and put on your goggles," he ordered. "I left Derek a pair in the aspen by the front gate."

"Good thinking," said Jackson. "I knew it would come in handy more than just as an antenna." He beamed when Danny hugged him, the room filling with the scent of pride and love. In architecture school, Jackson had a special project with one of the city planners to create lamp posts, and communications antennas that looked like real trees but instead of being made from concrete, plastic, or metal like ones previously designed, it used recycled plastic and wasted gypsum "sheet rock" wall boards from construction sites and residential remodels, plus it supplied its own power. Hale Enterprises bought the first one off the production line naturally, and Derek "planted" it near the entry gate of their estate. It looked exactly like a real aspen tree including changing colors in the fall through special mica-coated "leaves" that were miniature solar collectors.

"Here they come," shouted Scott looking at the screen. The perimeter alarm sounded as Derek crossed and raced toward the front gate, the paving stones letting him gain even more traction and increase his speed. As he approached the tree a small panel opened revealing the dark-lensed goggles. 'Thank you,' he told Stiles silently. 'Anytime hon,' the reply sounded in his head. He slowed as he came up the front lawn and saw his betas and his alpha mate, in protective eyewear and gear, exiting the front door, weapons at the ready. As he stopped in front of them, turning around to face his pursuers, he heard the faint whine of the capacitors charging in the lights and the click of the weapons tracking their movements and following them, self-aiming. Danny's idea.

"Get ready," Derek ordered, his Alpha voice reverberating. As they stood, everyone now fully shifted and in formation behind their Alpha pair, Jackson caught Danny's eye. He turned his head and his mate silently mouthed to him. 'I love you.' He felt his heart skip a beat. 'I love you too… Daddy.' Danny's eyebrows shot up and Jackson winked then turned back to face the attackers. 'Daddy?' Danny thought to himself. He could hear the baby's heartbeat steady and soft. He knew Jackson was right. He was going to be a father.

"Now!" yelled Stiles. Suddenly, the scene went white with light as the group of vampires bounded over the rise in the front lawn. Shots were fired, men were heard screaming, strobes ignited their high-pitched circuits firing, arrows and stakes flew, wolfsbane and silver permeated the air. A bullet hit Stiles in the throat and he went down, his hand reaching out to Derek. As if in slow motion, Derek turned to see Stiles clutching his throat, a red spray pulsing from the torn artery in his neck and tiny puffs of smoke following. He fell backwards, blood shooting in an arch from his fallen form.

Derek's mind was consumed with fire as a rage never before witnessed by anyone present, exploded from his core. His eyes went white hot as he let out a roar of anguish and fury that literally brought everyone within a mile to their knees, clutching at their ears, blood running from them. Wolf and vamp alike was down as the sound continued, echoing off the granite cliffs behind the estate.

Deaton's car skidded off the drive as his windshield shattered and caused him to lose control of the car, hitting the gatepost at the entrance to the estate. The sheriff was right behind him but he managed to avoid hitting Deaton's car, his hands covering his ears as his windshield also cracked from the deafening roar.

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