A/N: I do not own Teen Wolf or any of it's characters.
9 Reasons Why
Video 9- Papa Stilinski
"Dad, I know that the first time it happened it was an accident. I know that you had drank too much, I know that you were tired of my lies. I know that you miss mom and when you look at me you see her, and I understand why that would upset you. I understand a lot of things, but I will never understand why you did it a second time, or a third or a fourth time. I will never understand what I could have done to ever cause you to hit me." Isaac's howls once again echoed through the forest and they could hear it echo back at them from Isaac's phone, could hear Stiles sob from the sound of it.
"Isaac please, you'll make me so sad. Dad, I love you, and I will always love you but when you hit me it made me feel so...useless. I had always believed that you loved me, I still do. I know that you love me but you just can't handle the pressure of it all anymore. You can't look at me without seeing her anymore, you can't pretend that everything is alright because it isn't, nothing ever is. I want you to know that I love you, nothing you did to me will ever change that. I will always love you, just as I know you will always love me." Stiles sobbed slightly and the pack heard it echo through the trees, their sensitive ears picking up Stiles voice.
"Dad, I would love to say more but my pack is close, too close. I can't...I have to do this now, before they get here, I don't want them to see what I'm going to do, not while it's happening anyways. I don't want the last thing I see to be their horrified faces." Isaac looks at the screen and notices a hand gun in Stiles hand, pointed right at his head.
Isaac panicked, he shoved the phone in Derek's face and when Derek saw the image his eyes went red and he passed Isaac to Scott who hefted him easily. Derek ran faster than the others picking up speed as he got closer to the abandoned barn that Stiles sat against, he could hear the boy's heart beat pick up and he knew that he only had seconds before Stiles pulled the trigger, ruining any chance at saving the boy.
Derek did the first things that came to his mind and called out the boy's name in desperation. Stiles turned to him quickly and gave him a sad smile.
"Knew you were too close, much too close. My timing was a little off, you ran here faster than was expected." Stiles sad smile stayed in place and his hand didn't even shake on the gun, nor did it lower.
Derek crept slowly towards Stiles and looked him in the eyes, he didn't see any fear and he wondered if there was even anything he could do to stop the boy. They heard a howl in the woods close to their left and they both knew it was Isaac, Derek watched as Stile's eyes teared up and fear for Isaac crept into his eyes.
"He's going to see Stiles, he's going to have to watch while you do this. He's going to watch while you die, see the life slip from your eyes, is that what you want?" Just then the pack is breaking into the clearing and they all stop and stare at Stiles in horror before Isaac falls from Scott's arms and he runs straight for Stiles.
Stiles just stares at the boy in panic before looking at Derek in desperation. Derek's eyes harden and he raises his hand slowly, towards the gun that Stiles is holding. Isaac stops just out of reach and whines high pitched and desperate. Stiles knows he wants to touch Stiles, to make sure he's okay. Stiles starts to hyperventilate and his hand shakes as Derek slowly peels the gun away from his fingers, it's then that he notices the medical smell that surrounds the boy and he starts to panic again.
"You need to leave, please leave. I can't, It's too late!" Stiles voice is high pitched and desperate as he pushes Isaac weakly away from and pleads at Derek with his eyes.
Derek understands immediately. "The gun was just in case we got too close wasn't it?"
Stiles nods quickly and looks at the pack surrounding him in panic.
"Please Derek, you have to get them away from here. I have three minutes at best and I don't want them to see." He meets Isaac's eyes and he lifts a hand as if to touch the other boy's face before he pulls it back forcefully and looks back to Derek desperately.
"No." Derek growls out, Stiles looks at him in disbelief before he sputters angrily.
"What do you mean 'no'? You have to, I can't let them see me die!" Stiles angrily tries to stand but has to lean heavily on the building behind him, anger burning in his eyes as he glared at his Alpha.
"We're not going anywhere Stiles, I'm going to fix this." Stiles looked at him, mouth agape in disbelief before he closes it in harsh realization, a stern look overtaking his earlier one.
"Isaac, leave, now!" Stiles turns and growls at the other boy, his voice commanding and not to be argued with. Isaac automatically starts to back away when Derek grabs his arm.
"You're not going anywhere. Stiles, accept the bite." Derek looks at Stiles steadily while holding onto Isaac.
"What? No! This is my choice, this is what I want, please, just leave I don't want to do this anymore Derek!" Stiles yells and then sags to the left and starts to fall. Derek catches him and lowers him to the ground swiftly and runs his hands over the boys short hair as he looks in tired brown eyes.
"Stiles either take the bite willingly or I will do it by force." Derek looks at Stiles his expression serious.
"Can't do that...Derek, why?" Stiles breathing is beginning to become uneven and Derek growls in worry before exposing the boy's throat.
"You idiot. I would have said yes." With that Derek bit into the boys neck, marking him with his bite as Alpha, marking Stiles as mate.
Stiles yelled in shock and pain and grabbed onto Derek's hair in an attempt to stem the pain.
Derek lingered over the bite for a minute, wanting to make sure it took before he pulled back, licking the blood from his lips. Isaac handed him his shirt and he pressed it against the wound stemming the blood flow.
Stiles was breathing hard as he glared at Derek above him.
"That hurt you ass! I swear, don't sugar coat it or prepare me for it or anything, just dive right on in! Anyone else want a bite because apparently it's free!" Stiles huffed in annoyance at the Alpha and Derek just smirked down at him.
"You know, a lot of things could have been avoided if you had just asked." Derek's voice is quiet and Stiles looks at him steadily before breathing out a sigh and holding his hand out to where he knows Isaac is waiting. As if summoned the boy latched onto Stiles side and began rubbing his head all along Stiles unoccupied side.
"You could have asked too you know." Stiles mutters under his breath and Derek chuckles slightly.
"I guess I should have." Derek looked at Stiles solemnly before stroking the bruises on his face tenderly. "When did this start?" Stiles looked away and started petting Isaac's hair idly.
"A month ago, when you told me not to come to the hide-out anymore." Derek opened his mouth to apologize but Stiles stopped him. "I know why you did it. You didn't want me getting hurt. I understood, I still do. It just meant that I had no where to run when my dad drank."
Derek growled and Stiles sensed what the Alpha was going to say.
"You're not going back there." It was Isaac's voice that said what the Alpha had been about to say. "I wont let you Stiles." Isaac looked at Stiles with determination and Stiles smiled at him tenderly.
"Only because my puppy said so." With that Stiles turned and surveyed the rest of the pack who had stayed back at their Alpha's command. He tilted his head slightly to look at Derek before raising an eyebrow, he received a shrug in response.
"Come on guys, come over so you can yell at me." The packs shuffled closer to him, most looking at their feet or at the bite on his neck, none meeting his eyes. Stiles sighed in resignation and tried to sit up but was held down by a growling Alpha.
"Look at him and tell him what you want to say." Derek's voice held no argument and they all met his eyes, one at a time and then they all let out a whine and all found a way to touch Stiles.
They ended up Stiles laying half on Derek while Isaac spooned him from behind. Jackson and Lydia were lying tangled up in his and Derek's legs while Boyd curled protectively around their heads, Erika lay on the other side of Isaac and had and arm slung over him and wrapped her fingers around Stile's hip.
The pack puppy piled around Stiles and made sure he smelled of them and not of sadness or hurt. They made sure he felt no pain and felt loved. They made sure that he knew he was pack, the most important piece.