I am so, so sorry for how long it has been. Real life has just been blegh and I am in desperate need of a hug or something. Ugh. Anyway, here it is, I hope you don't hate it too much. Enjoy :)
Stiles had always had issues with his body. He hated how scrawny he was. He tried to ignore them when high school had started, but when your best friend gets turned and could suddenly pass as a professional wrestler? Yeah, that did nothing for his confidence. So he started exercising. He ran every day and occasionally worked on his apparently non-existent muscles. Derek had loved it; he was always praising Stiles on his agility and ability to keep up with the pack during training. But since Stiles left Beacon Hills, he hadn't had any chance to exercise at all.
So when Reed woke him up in the morning and informed him that the pack was going for a run, Stiles was more than happy to join them. Even he lost his sleep in because of it. The track around the property was actually better then the track back home, Stiles even found a stream with a mini waterfall. Dean had to physically drag him away before he jumped in. The pack spent the whole day relaxing, or "Family Bonding," as Dean liked to call it. Stiles even helped to cook the Sunday Roast.
Sonic decided that an early night was needed after such a long weekend, so Stiles dibbed first shower and ran up the stairs. He wasn't surprised to find Reed in his room again. He wordlessly walked over to his bed and drew back the covers, sliding in and opening his arms to accept the younger wolf. Stiles had discovered that Reed was only 17, that his family had abandoned him for reasons unknown to Stiles. He really wanted to ask Reed more about himself, but he was enjoying the physical company so he didn't want to push him too far for answers.
The new routine continued for the whole week. Reed would wake Stiles up and the pack would go for a group run. Then some of the older pack members would go to work while Stiles stayed at home with Reed, Dean and Cassadee. They had a few weeks until school started back, so they spent their days lounging around playing video games and eating junk food. It reminded Stiles of his friendship with Scott, before Peter came along and everything changed. He realised that this right here, was the happiest he had been in a long while.
So naturally something would have to fuck it all up.
Stiles, Reed and Dean were playing a game of catch in the clearing near the house. Well, Dean and Reed were playing catch and Stiles was watching the ball fly past his face every few seconds. It was Friday afternoon and Cassadee was inside baking Stiles a 'One Week In Chicago' anniversary cake. They were going to have a mini party, and Stiles had decided he was going to tell them he accepted the place they had offered him in the pack. He was just thinking that they needed to start cooking dinner soon, the pack would be home in ten minutes, when both werewolves tensed and turned to face the forest entrance.
"Stiles," Dean sounded anxious. "Run inside, call Sonic. We have intruders. Go, now."
Stiles started backing up only to be caught in an inhuman hold.
"Oh, I wouldn't do that, Stiles. You wouldn't want us to hurt your new little friends now, would you?"
A group of werewolves had circled around the three of them, another one had dragged Cass out of the house by her hair and threw her at Dean and Reed. I knew that voice. I knew this pack. This wasn't going to end well.
"Paul." I groaned.
"Oh Stiles, my dear, you remember me. How shocked I was when one of my boys swore they could smell you. We've, well, adopted some land just to the east of here you see. Charlie was scoping out our pack neighbours when he caught your sweet scent. Imagine my surprise when I learnt that you had left our dear Derek and relocated here. Finally attainable, I can't smell any trace of Beacon Hills on you." Okay, the creepy neck sniffing could stop now.
"Paul." I repeated. "What do you want?"
His chuckle sent a shiver down my spine.
"You, Stiles. It's always been you. Even when you were mated to that poor excuse for an Alpha, I wanted you. I vowed to have you, and now I will. Where's your precious Derek now, hmm? You're here with three betas that can't defend you. I wonder which one would break first?" I tried to struggle out of his grip and he threw me at his second.
"The girl? The blonde boy? Or what's this? An Alpha mate? God, he smells delicious." Paul was trailing his hands over my new pack. "But he'll never smell as good as you do."
"You take your filthy hands off them or I'll rip your throat out myself."
Paul was back in my face in a split second. His grin was disturbing in itself.
"Now, now, Stiles, that's no way to talk to your future mate. I'll take you away from this weak pack. My pack is strong, we will always defend you, we're so much better for you."
He started to trace his fingers down my cheek, so I spat at him. With eyes flashing red, he punched me in the face, gripped my hair and pulled backwards. Looming over me he growled.
"Best to learn your place early boy, we're going to have so much fun together."
He stated to drag me away and I thrashed around as much as possible. I knew it wouldn't help; I was just scrawny Stiles after all.
"If you keep moving, I'll kill them all, right now."
I don't think I've ever ceased all movement as fast as I had right then. Looking at my pack I mouthed 'Call Derek. I love you all.' I could see Reed crying as I was lugged further and further away.
Derek Hale arrived in Chicago at 6pm on Friday evening. He had neglected to check his phone all week; they had a problem with a giant in Beacon Hills. When he found a voice mail regarding the location of Stiles, he booked a seat on the next flight out. Naturally the whole pack had wanted to come, so he begrudgingly left Peter in charge of their land, with strict instruction to call immediately, should anything go wrong.
At 6.15 Derek and his pack arrived at the location an Alpha named Sonic had given them.
At 6.20 Derek was informed that Stiles had been kidnapped an hour ago.
Thirty minutes after landing in Chicago, Derek Hale hated everything about the place.