A/N: Finally watched season 2, and after seeing the episode where they're trapped in the police station and Derek and Stiles get paralyzed on top of each other, lmao totally get all the Derek/Stiles going around. So pairings: Derek/Stiles Scott I'm undecided, leaning towards Jackson or Isaac, though I'm fine with Lydia getting Jackson instead, would love some opinions. Overall the pack and Scott's wolf issues are the focus of the story, relationships take second place. I'm trying hard to get my muse back into shape but for now that means allowing it to flit to any of my multiple current projects as long as it's working on something. I do want to get more consistent with updates but no promises.
Chapter 2
Derek paced anxiously back and forth across the floor of his rickety house. His eyes flickered over to where Scott lay, still in full wolf form, which was exactly the problem. The first full shift was tricky with numerous opportunities for something to go wrong, as things with Scott inevitably seemed to do. Being severely injured, fighting for his life and that of his pack, were all the worst possible things that could happen on a first full shift. Every moment that went by, the wolf and Scott were twisting further together, and it was clear from the sharp yellow gaze locked on him that it was more wolf than Scott coherent right now. To add to the problems, Scott hadn't yet accepted Derek as pack which the Wolf knew. It might trust him over two hunters with guns, but now they were alone, it wouldn't trust a non-pack wolf with its weaker and more vulnerable human half. This was exactly why hunters thought the worst of them. N, new werewolf's who had become too tangled with their wolf and were practically feral, even in human form. When it came to the point that the human side could no longer function as a part of society, there was only one solution.
Frustrated Derek grabbed his cell phone and a phone book he had tossed in a corner, ripped and moldy but still salvageable for his needs. He just hoped Stiles would pick up and not the Sheriff.
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"I just don't understand what I can do to help." Stiles said, looking at his friend that was watching him with sharp yellow eyes and no recognition.
"Right now Scott's getting lost in the Wolf, just talk to him about whatever stupid things the two of you have gotten involved in. Don't try to get too close to him and don't talk about any 'wolf' related things, we want him thinking as a human again."
"Right, ok, yeah, I can do this." Stiles enthused bouncing slightly on his feet. "Simple enough. What do we try next if this fails?"
"If you fail, he'll be nothing more than a feral highly intelligent wolf that we'll have to put down."
Stiles stared at him, mouth hanging open, eyes wide. "You desperately need to work on your pep talks."
Derek only glared coldly back and waited impatiently until Stiles turned to Scott. He drew nearer, finding the boundary at which Scott went from cautious watching to tense growling. Then he plopped down on the floor and started talking.
It was a gentle steady tone, surprisingly soothing and not something Derek would have related to the excitable young man. Derek felt slightly awkward listening into the retelling of adventures the two boys had been through but he wasn't for a moment going to leave a human with a near feral werewolf, even if it was a human that the wolf saw as pack.
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Wolf gazed at the human that sat across from him. He was strange, Wolf had watched him carefully at first but the human just continued to sit there speaking in the gentle rumbling voice.
Stiles?
His human he shared this body with questioned, paying more attention.
Human
Wolf labeled dismissively.
Stiles. Scott affirmed forcefully as if it meant something more. Pack. He explained.
Wolf peered closer at the human, nose twitching to draw in more of its scent. Wolf recognized the scent now. The events from just a few hours earlier were still a bit confusing to it, too much pain, rage and fear. The Stiles did have Scott's scent on him but there was little of Wolf on him, that wasn't right if he was pack, not safe.
Wolf heaved himself up, pain instantly shooting up his back and legs that were still healing. He felt Scott jerk away deeper into them and away from the pain. Wolf pushed him down further; Scott didn't need to feel the pain. He was Wolf's human, Wolf's to protect. It was better if he stayed deep where he wouldn't feel the pain, besides Wolf was far better able to protect them than the soft human form with pitiful teeth and claws.
The Stiles had stopped talking when he stood up, a slight scent of fear tainting the air. Wolf gave a grumble of annoyance at that but ignored it.
"Don't move Stiles." The older wolf said softly. Wolf flicked his gaze at him for a moment but passed him off; he was in human form and had proved all night he wasn't going to attack. In fact he had been giving off scent markers to be recognized as pack, but for some reason Wolf's human wouldn't acknowledge it and kept pulling away. Wolf wasn't sure why and he wasn't interested in pursuing it right now, that the other wolf let him recover in his territory was enough.
Wolf was practically on top of the Stiles now and was sniffing him over. Stiles held still for him, like he should, and the fear scent was fading making Wolf pleased. He started speaking again but the words meant little to Wolf. Satisfied with Scott's chosen pack member, Wolf laid down on top of him. His Stiles let out an 'oof' and groan but wasn't going anywhere. Wolf was easily twice as big as Stiles and just his forelegs and head resting on his human would make sure that it didn't go anywhere and got covered in his scent.
You're crushing Stiles.
Scott grumbled, evidently pulled back to attention at his friend's noises.
Wolf twitched an ear, took a careful scent of his human.
Only a little. I suppose I could pee on him instead…
Scott's mortification at the comment and abject rejection of that idea startled Wolf in its forcefulness.
Absolutely not! I/We are not peeing on anyone!
Scott demanded, coming further up into their mind to take in his surroundings to be sure nothing embarrassing was happening. The pain hit him once more, but he was expecting it this time and didn't retreat.
No, not safe, not healed. I stay.
Wolf demanded, trying to push Scott back once more.
Almost healed. Stiles. Pack. No hunters. Scott argued, pushing harder. Wolf had to agree with those assessments and reluctantly drew back enough for Scott to take the fore and start the change.
The pain of bones and skin shifting back to human almost caused Scott to stop and retreat again, but then he heard Stiles' voice encouraging him and pushed through it until he was once more just two legs and lots of naked skin lying on top of his best friend.
He tried to jerk back off Stiles, utterly embarrassed, but the pain in his back and legs came back full force, ripping a cry from him and causing him to collapse back on top of Stiles.
"It's ok Scott, we got you." Stiles assured him, running his hand through his friends' hair. Scott wanted to grumble that he was human and didn't need pets, but honestly it felt kind of nice.
He felt the weight of a blanket cover his naked body but couldn't hold back a whimper as even that additional weight caused new pain for him.
"Easy Scott. Get some rest; you'll be healed in the morning." Oddly enough Derek's voice caused him to relax further; he decided he would wonder on it later, for now he was too tired.
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Allison waited impatiently on the bench in front of the school. She knew her dad was waiting somewhere in the school parking lot keeping an eye on her. They had argued about werewolves, family secrets, Scott, school, moving, practically anything and everything last night. She knew her father was ready to yank her out of school and get out of town if it seemed like she was in any danger. Unfortunately that label of danger hadn't been assigned to the Alpha alone but to Scott as well. As much as she didn't want to admit it, her father had worried her with some of his talk about injured werewolves becoming rabid.
"Allison?"
Allison glanced over to see Lydia with an uncomfortable looking Jackson beside her.
"Hey, sit with me?" She asked the normally peppy blond.
Lydia gave a tentative smile and took a seat. Jackson debated for a second about leaving and keeping up appearances, but instead slid onto the seat next to Lydia to see if there was any news.
"Did you hear anything from Scott?" Lydia asked softly. It was odd to see Lydia so subdued, though hardly surprising given their exciting night.
"No, but…." Allison bit her lip, uncertain if she should share her father's words. She didn't want to stir up their worry or possibly even fear when it could be nothing.
"What?" Jackson demanded, giving up any pretenses.
"My dad said some things. About werewolves who were badly injured staying wolf-like, even as humans." Allison watched them both carefully, could see Lydia thinking through all possibilities before becoming resolute in some decision. Jackson was more instinctual, his fear showing before determination took over. Good, even if there was a problem with Scott they would get through it, he had risked his life for them, and they wouldn't turn their back on that.
The purr of a sports car drew the small groups' attention. Allison wasn't quite sure what to think about the fact that Scott was still with that other wolf Derek, through she was probably more worried about the fact that for some reason Stiles was with them as well.
Allison was moving in the direction of the car before it had come to a complete stop, Lydia and Jackson flanking her, but waited a few feet away while the three men got out.
Stiles hopped out first, moving the shotgun seat up and reaching back to help Scott out while Derek stood beside the car just observing, ready to move if he was needed. Allison wasn't sure if she was even breathing as she waited for Scott to get out. He moved a bit slowly and leaned on Stiles favoring one leg still. She was half amazed, half horrified at how fast Scott must have healed.
They waited while Stiles and Scott exchanged some soft words with Derek before the man got back in his car and drove off, throwing a warning glare in their direction.
"Hey guys." Scott mumbled hesitantly as he and Stiles drew closer. His eyes were flicking around nervously at all the other students, his nose giving a twitch and then wrinkle of distaste.
"You look like shit McCall." Jackson said blandly. His typical rude self but it helped to give a sense of normality to the odd group.
"Jackson!" Lydia bemoaned, elbowing him in retaliation. "You look good Scott, we'll talk more later. Move it hotshot." Lydia told Jackson, giving him another elbow in the side and herding him up towards the school entrance.
"Hey…" Allison started, reaching out to take Scott's hand when he jerked back. For a moment his lip pulled back to bare his teeth and Allison felt a chill go down her spine.
Stiles stepped closer, leaning heavily into Scott's side to draw his attention. "She's pack Scott, remember?" The snarl lessoned a bit and then his nostrils were flaring trying to catch her scent better. "Step a little closer, just don't touch him." Stiles said softly, mindful of the fact that they were still in the school's parking lot.
Allison swallowed heavily feeling fear surge through her. She swore Scott's eyes were starting to burn gold and they pierced into her, there was no recognition, she was just prey. She felt her limbs begin to tremble but forced herself to slide a foot closer and then the other. Scott leaned in slightly, he wasn't even blinking, those eyes just stared into hers. She could hear him sniffing lightly and then he leaned back.
His eyes were a warm brown once more, giving her the small smile, his embarrassment showing through. He looked like the old Scott again, sweet and carefree.
"It's probably the scent of hunters on you. We'd better get moving or we'll be late." Stiles interrupted the awkward moment, lightly touching Scotts elbow to get him moving towards the school.
Allison watched the two boys walk away but couldn't get her feet to follow. She threw a quick look over to where her dad was parked and met his eyes for a moment. He was half out of his truck, arm hidden behind the door probably holding a gun. She gave him a hesitant smile to try and show that everything was okay but quickly turned away when she felt it crumbling. She walked up to the school, eyes on Scott's back.
He looked like the old Scott, but he wasn't. Allison's could feel the tremors in her entire body still, and those eyes… she swore she could still feel them.
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Stinks!
Wolf snarled in his mind and Scott couldn't help but agree. Sweet, musk, mold and something else entirely due to too many teenagers in a small area. He could already smell the mystery slop they were fixing up in the cafeteria, he would definitely be avoiding that today.
After being initially bitten Scott had noticed the sounds and smells at school that were amplified but usually easily ignored. Now it was worse, so much worse. The noise alone made him wince with every chair scrapped along the floor, every locker slammed shut, but the smell made him nauseous.
It was like his head was trapped in a gym bag from the end of the school year that had never been taken home and washed.
Someone bumped into his shoulder and he froze, gritting his teeth to try and keep control. Wolf wanted to lunge and snap their teeth into the other's flesh, take them to the ground and show that he was more dominant and deserved more respect.
"Scott?"
Stiles questioned from beside him which thankfully relaxed wolf. Wolf had attached strongly to Stiles, viewed him more as a pup to be indulged and protected. It gave something for his wolf to focus on.
"Yeah let's go." Scott managed to get out and followed Stiles the rest of the way to class, just a few hours and then he could leave.
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'Just a few hours' had never lasted so long! By the end on third period Scott had been trembling with his attempts to restrain the Wolf. It was restless and hated everything about this building they were trapped in.
Honestly he was quite proud of the fact that he had only growled at three of his classmates so far. Third period had been the worst since he had it without Stiles. Scott was seriously regretting arguing with Derek that he was well enough to go to school, he needed to stop disagreeing with the man just for the sake of it. Especially since he and Wolf had decided that Derek was part of his pack, or they were part of Derek's' as the man was the more dominant.
As the bell for third period rang Scott bolted from his chair, bag already packed. He had learned after the first two periods that if he didn't want to be caught in the mush pot that was the hallways, he needed to move fast. And without Stiles by his side the prospect of getting caught up in them were certainly not intriguing.
Scott rushed around his last corner and smacked into something solid. The contact sent a stab of pain down his spine, reminding him he wasn't 100%, and drew Wolf's attention to the fore. The other boy he crashed into fell back to the floor, books scattering, shocked for a moment as were his two companions before anger took over their faces. The fallen Senior jumped up, face red with embarrassment and grabbed Scott collar slamming him into the wall.
"What the fuck McCall! Who do you think you are running into me freak?!"
Threat! Kill!
Wolf snarled, clawing at the inside of his mind. Overwhelmed by the surge of instincts Scott almost agreed before remembering himself.
Calm! Scott growled back, but he could already feel some changes coming, knew his eyes were burning yellow. He hunched down and ducked his head, keeping his eyes from view which infuriated his wolf further.
Not submissive. Kill!
"Sorry Dwight, accident." Scott managed to mumble out, body trembling with his restraint of not lashing out at him.
Wolf brought an image to his mind, their clawed fingers swiping through the human's throat, warm blood hitting their face, white bone showing through the wound, and the taste of the flesh! It would be delicious…
No!
"My fist hitting your face is going to be the accident."
"That is so embarrassingly unoriginal." Jackson's voice drawled as he pushed through the crowd that had managed to gather. "Did you seriously just say that? You have been watching way too many old crappy movies Dwight." Jackson mocked as he came up beside the other boy."
Different? Prey?
No. Scott bit back emphatically.
"I just had to sit through an entire period of listening to McCall complain about needing to go to the restroom, I'm not sitting through another." Jackson explained. Calmly removing Dwight's fist from Scott's shirt and getting between the two of them. "Well? Go already McCall." Jackson snarked, and Scott quickly took the opportunity to slip past his three aggressors and down the hall.
No! You are weak to run, let me out, I will kill them.
He turned into the first mens restroom he came across, knowing he needed to hide and get control before anyone saw him. He quickly went to the end and locked himself in the larger handicap stall, pacing furiously back and forth. Flexing his clawed fingers and trying to remember the advice Derek had given him. Focusing on his human aspects. Fingers, long human fingers. Short round ears. Small nose. Flat teeth. Be calm, be calm.
Kill them! Humans touched us, humans threatened us! Not safe!
Shut up! We're fine! The bell for the next class to start rang, but Scott put it out of his mind. Stiles would be worried but he had to concentrate on not shifting right then.
They will hurt us, hurt pack.
"Scott?"
Human. Wolf snarled with hatred. Fighting harder for control.
Jackson. Scott replied, trying to get reason through to his other half. Helped us. Pack! That word at least meant something, and made the wolf stop struggling at last.
"Scott, you ok?" Jackson asked softly from right outside his stall. Scott breathed deeply through his nose, drawing Jackson's scent in to help his wolf identify his pack and calm further.
"Yeah… yeah I think I might be ok now." Scott replied. Slowly he unlatched the door, but felt no stirring from the wolf, and was relieved to see that his fingers were human once more.
He opened to see Jackson with a look of concern on his face Scott never would have expected.
"Thanks for the help back there."
"Don't mention it." Jackson replied in his normal cocky tone. "Though I'd watch your back around Dwight for a while."
A furious growl surged through Scotts chest at the very idea, echoing in the empty room.
At the noise Jackson gripped the back of his neck, giving a sharp gasp of pain.
Pack hurt!
And in an instant, the fine string of control that Scott had been holding onto snapped.
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Wolf lunged for Jackson, crowding him up against the wall of metal doors. Sniffing and nudging his pack member with his human nose, trying to find out what was wrong.
Should shift, human body useless.
No, we're at school!
Wolf snarled in annoyance but had located the problem so it didn't matter.
"Damn it Scott, can you get off me!" Jackson shouted, pushing at his chest.
Wolf snarled and gave a nip to his pack mate to get him to stop moving and Jackson froze obligingly.
"McCall?" The human's voice quivered and the scent of fear was growing.
Wolf snarled slightly, but the sickly scent from the wound he had found still concerned him more. He pulled on his Jackson's arm. Moving him so he was on his knees in the middle of the isle and Wolf moved behind him, kneeling as well with his legs framing his pack mate so he could get close to the wound.
"Scott, seriously… what….?"
Gently Wolf moved the high collar down, sniffed the wound and sneezed violently at the scent. It had Derek's scent on it, a partial mark, but it was wrong, incomplete.
Decided, Wolf wrapped his arm around Jackson, pulling him tight to his chest and swiping his tongue roughly over the wound. The taste of the taint made him cringe, but he determinedly took another lick.
"Oh god, what are you doing?!"
What are you doing?!
Taint, pack is hurt. Wolf explained and continued to lick. The wound now irritated was leaking a murkey substance that tasted horrible, causing him to allow Scott enough control to show him how to spit, but surprisingly didn't try and stop Wolf. My good Scott human, knows how to protect pack.
To Scotts surprise Jackson had stopped fighting and had even began to relax in his hold, until someone barged into the restroom.
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"Scott you in here? Oh, wow… sorry to interrupt, I didn't know you two…"
"Damn it Stilinski, get him off of me. Now." Jackson hissed between his teeth, still too nervous to try moving again.
"Okay, just give me a second. Stiles said coming forward before starting to dig through his backpack.
"What are you doing!" Jackson yelled, but Scott still ignored them.
"Getting my phone, I need pictures."
"Stiles, if I see a phone, I am going to break all of your fingers and then continue working my way up."
Stiles paused clearly debating if it would still be worth it to snap a few photos. "Fine. Come on Scott, stop humping Jackson."
"He is NOT humping me! He's… just... licking me."
"I see. Not sure where I would get the wrong impression, what with him draped over your back and…"
"Stiles!"
"Okay, okay!" Stiles dropped down next to his two lacrosse captains, quite certain that this was the weirdest thing he'd ever caught Scott doing. "Scott? You in there?" Scott growled gently in response in between licks, though Stiles wasn't too clear on what that meant. "You have to let Jackson go now." Stiles pushed back on Scotts shoulder, trying to get some space between the two teens, but it felt like trying to move a boulder. Instead Stiles weaseled his hand between the spot Scott seemed fascinated with licking, and finally got a look at what had his friend's attention. "Jesus Jackson, what happened to your neck?!"
"Can you focus for longer than three seconds?"
"Probably, I took my meds this morning."
Jackson groaned in frustration, but held his tongue as Stiles pushed harder at Scott.
Frustrated with his lack of results, Stiles reached out a bopped his friend in the nose, with a firm 'no'. Everyone froze, before glowing yellow eyes turned and focused on Stiles. It was then that Stiles realized that while that worked on dogs, it might not be recommended against wolves, let alone werewolves.
In an instant Scott had released Jackson and pinned Stiles to the floor, bearing over him and growling furiously with teeth that were sharper than they should be.
"Oh fuck, easy Scott. Pack remember, don't eat your Stiles, I give horrible indigestion."
Scott continued to growl while Jackson took the moment to be his usual douchebag self, grab his bag and run, leaving Stiles alone with the angry werewolf.
"Asshole." Stiles growled in annoyance before deciding to take a gamble. He tilted his head back, exposing his throat to the werewolf. Either it would get ripped out, or his submission would be accepted. Hopefully their years of friendship would get him option B.
Sharp teeth latched onto his neck, and for a moment Stiles thought he'd messed up again, and he'd just made a big mistake. But they didn't bite, just continued to hold his vulnerable neck gently, the low growl from Scott echoing through both of them. After an eternity Scott let go of his neck and gave him a quick nip to the shoulder and then lick on his cheek before getting off.
Stiles breathed, hadn't even realized he had stopped. His heart was racing, pounding through his ears. Sitting up, to meet those yellow eyes it finally hit him. Scott wasn't his Scott anymore, wasn't even post-bite Scott. He wasn't just enhanced senses, and instincts from a wolf like Derek, he was part wolf. Derek had warned him about this, but he hadn't wanted to believe. Didn't want to hear anything about having to put Scott down if he was too broken, too dangerous, just an animal in the prefect disguise to get close and kill humans.
The wolf was watching him as he sat up slowly, but after the dominance display he showed no signs of aggression. They would work this out; he just needed a minute for his heart to slow down.
"Stilinski! McCall!"
Stiles jumped up at the shout, and turned to see Mr. Harris at the door to the bathroom.
"Shouldn't you both be in class?! Especially you McCall, we all know you're failing."
Scott lowered his head, body tensing…
Stiles stepped between the two, breaking the eye contact.
"Sorry Mr. Harris. Those breakfast burritos, not a good idea." Stiles shouted in his typical boisterous tone, hoping to cover the low growl from behind him.
Mr. Harris wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Hurry up and get to class." He sniped before heading back out to get away from any smells the two boys might have caused.
Stiles breathed a sigh of relief and managed to only jump a little when Scott moved closer behind him, giving a little nuzzle and lick to his neck.
"Yeah, you're welcome, think you could let Scott out now?" There was no response besides another lick to his cheek. "Well I hope you like world history Wolfie, because Harris will send someone to check we're in class soon." He grabbed one of Scott's hands; rubbing it a little to calm the wolf until the claws became less noticeable. "Figures Scott would find some way to skip out of school and still be marked present."
A/N: Hope you enjoyed, please do let me know of your opinions for Scott's relationship. (Not Allison, I did finish Season 2, she's a PSYCHOPATH!) Thinking Jackson or Isaac or both or someone else? Let me know! TY!
(I know my spelling/grammar suxs and I don't have a beta, feel free to point out any mistakes)