After the war we said we'd fight together
I guess we thought that's just what humans do
Letting darkness grow
As if we need its palette and we need its colour
But now I've seen it through
And now I know the truth

"You what?" Derek resisted the urge to smother his groan of annoyance. This was about the sixth time he's explained what happened. Sometimes, he really regretted turning such annoying little pups that always had to be babied.

"I accidentally turned him," Derek growled, his iris flashing red for a moment as his anger surged before he could get it under control again.

"How the hell do you turn someone on accident?" Erica snarled right back, her shoulders bristling with rage. Sure, she hadn't really been the nicest person to Stiles, but she did have a crush on him once. Plus, he had always managed to figure stuff out before any of them could, making him a valuable asset.

Derek stood up and growled low. "Watch your tone."

Erica calmed a little, but there was still fury in her eyes. Isaac, who had been attempting to hide behind Boyd, slowly inched towards Derek. "What are we going to do with him?" Derek glanced behind him to where Stiles lay, still unconscious, on the ground behind him.

He sighed and ran a hand across his jaw. "I don't know. Let's just... just wait, alright."

Isaac nodded and Erica looked like she wanted to snap something, preferably Derek's neck. Boyd frowned. "What about Scott? Shouldn't we tell him? Stiles is his best friend."

The Alpha rubbed at his eyes, a tiredness settling over him. He had screwed up. Big time. He sank back down onto the floor beside Stiles, dropping his head into his hands. "I know." He really didn't feel like having yet another fight with Scott. Not right now.

"Just get some sleep. I'll watch over him for tonight."

Stiles groaned. He felt groggy but at the same time he felt fresher than he had in a long time. Usually, when he woke up, his eyes and head hurt from spending the majority of his night on the computer, staring relentlessly at the screen. But this time it was different. He felt... great. He felt like he could do anything and take on anyone.

He rolled over, face buried into something nice and warm, and wow, did it smell great. Had his dad washed his pillows with a new detergent? He pressed closer, sighing. He would have to ask for the brand later.

"Um..."

Stiles' heart stopped. Okay, something was wrong. Very slowly, he cracked his eyes open to meet... darkness? The hell?

"Stiles.."

Okay, he knew that deep, rumbly voice. He could loosely connect it to several past (and no doubt, future) threats, one describing how he was going to rip Stiles throat out, preferably with his teeth. But the tone of the voice was different this time, not like all of the other times full of scorn and anger. It was slightly shy, almost wavering in hesitation. Alright, something was up and he knew it had to be of the end of the world material to make Derek Hale's voice sound like a 5 year old that had accidentally smashed his mom's favorite vase.

Speaking of Derek Hale, Stiles just so happened to still be pressed against his chest, or that's what he was guessing, from what he could feel of the hard muscle. Not like he was feeling or anything. Blood rushed to the lanky teenager's face as he slowly lifted his cracked eyes to see Derek's sculpted face. It wasn't drawn into the natural scowl or frown that had become a trademark of the Alpha's appearance. If anything, it looked guilty and little bit sad. Okay, something was definitely up.

"Oh, h-hey there, Derek, nice to see you. How's it been? Y'know, I don't mean to pry, but what cologne do you use? It's got that nice little kick to it, kinda like the ones I get from those scented magazines. Not that I look in magazines, not the perfume kind, but y'know, sports! Yeah, that's what I look at, the nice, bulky sports kind. With muscled men and all that sports equipment. I look at that because, haha, I play lacrosse-"

"Stiles." Okay, wow, glowing red eyes was not needed in a friendly conversation between a werewolf and a human. "Be quiet."

And for once, Stiles did be quiet. He wanted to keep blabbering away, nerves and ADDHD working against him, but there was something stopping him from finding his voice. He just couldn't open his mouth and found himself staring down to the left, neck slightly bared to the moody Alpha. Okay, this was getting weird. He'd seen Isaac do this before, when Derek and forced him to submit.

Stiles wasn't a werewolf, nope, he was just a normal, sexually frustrated teenager. But when Derek suddenly let out a low, deep growl that resounded from his barrel chest, Stiles let out a whine of his own and pressed his head against Derek's collarbone, trying his best to appease his Alpha.

The hell? His Alpha? Stiles flushed and jerked back, pulling himself out of Derek's arms that he didn't even had noticed were lace around his back. He stumbled and landed on his butt, the cold hard floor unforgiving. He was not in his room. He was a strange place, with a rusted bus and random decomposing metal pieces around.

"Where am I?" Stiles gasped, looking around wide-eyed.

"My place," Derek replied. He was sitting on steps, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. His eyes stared relentlessly at Stiles.

"Y-you live here? It's a dump!" Wow, way to go Stiles, you and your big mouth. No wonder Derek wanted to rip your throat out. With his teeth.

Derek flashed red eyes at him again, and Stiles whined again, hunching his shoulders up. The Alpha sighed, the redness in his eyes bleeding away, before slowly relaxing. "Stiles, I need to tell you something. You can not tell anyone, not even Scott. Just me and my pack knows alright. And please, don't freak out. I'm trying my best not to kill you right now, and I swear, if you open you're mouth, I won't hold myself back."

Well, it seemed like Derek was back to his own self, threats and intimidation in all its glory. Stiles kept his mouth closed, watching the other man quietly.

"Last night, during the full moon, I was... hunting. And you were out looking for Scott, and you got in the way. I couldn't stop my wolf fast enough and I..." Now Derek looked really uncomfortable. He lowered his eyes to his intertwined hands on his knees before meeting Stiles' eyes again. "I accidentally bit you."

Stiles did the first reaction his brain registered. He laughed. It wasn't funny, hell, it was terrifying, but Stiles didn't know what to do. "So am I part of your pack now?" He was snorting and giggling, and tears were welling up in his eyes. God, he was such a geek. Derek was staring at him, brows drawn in concern. Stiles was not acting the way he thought he would.

Slowly, Derek stood up and moved over to Stiles, kneeling close. He wasn't the best at comforting. But he did know that the younger teen needed something to hold onto, to grasp and cry. He could smell the welling of sadness and fear wafting off him. He reached out and put a hand on the younger's neck, eyes flashing red. It wasn't from anger, but more for control over Stiles' emotions and for comfort.

Stiles whined and stared down at his shoes. His cheek was wet slightly from a refugee tear and he had stopped laughing. Everything was so messed up. He felt calmer though, when Derek put a hand on him. He didn't feel like he was suffocating anymore. He felt better.

"Come on, Stiles. Let's go get you to bed. We'll start training for you tomorrow."

Anything Could Happen - Ellie Goulding

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