It had been very uncomfortable sleeping conditions, standing up with only the wall to lean against. Scott kept dozing. He woke up several times. Jackson and Danny drifted in and out of sleep as well. Scott dreamed about Stiles, but he couldn't remember it when Isaac woke him up again at about eight in the morning. The basement door creaking open had wakened him. Isaac was carrying a huge tray with three small plates of scrambled eggs and a sausage link. Scott had to resist the urge to knock his plate out of Isaac's hand. He was really starting to get hungry.

"You betrayed me," he hissed at Isaac angrily.

"Sorry Scott," Isaac smirked. "I don't recall that I ever owed you any loyalty. Derek's my alpha. I was following orders, alright?"

"No not alright," Scott huffed stubbornly.

Isaac sat Scott's plate down at his feet.

"You should be lucky we're feeding you," Isaac went on. "Not that I don't agree with Stiles. I do care about you guys. I really do. It was orders Scott."

Scott sighed, eying him for a long moment, before actually nodding.

"Guess I can't hold it against you," he muttered.

Isaac gave him an actual genuine smile and brought Jackson and Danny their plates.

"Derek's bringing you lunch," Isaac informed them when he reached the top of the stairs. "I wouldn't get my hopes up for anything too fancy. I think he wants to talk."

Great. Scott could only imagine what Derek would subject them to. Probably a crusty old piece of bread.

ooOoo

Stiles yawned and opened his eyes, the sun illuminating his vision through the window. Derek was next to him smiling.

"Good morning lover," he greeted him.

Stiles smiled and leaned in for a little kiss. They rubbed noses. Stiles loved that.

"I'm hungry," he said suddenly.

"I think Isaac cooked everyone breakfast," Derek told him. "Yes everyone. Even Scott and the gang."

"Thoughtful of you Sourwolf," Stiles replied with a strange expression. "Can I ask you something. Honestly... do you hate Scott?"

Derek shrugged.

"No not really," he admitted. "Just majorly ticked off. He was actually going to burn my house down. I've put too much work into him to hate him though."

A strange choice of words. Stiles shifted, standing up and throwing one of Derek's shirts over his head. His clothes were still at his dad's. Derek didn't mind at all. Stiles put on those same tight jeans the alpha had bought him the day before.

"Well I'm gonna go eat," he said. "Coming?"

"Yeah in a minute," Derek told him. "Go ahead."

Stiles smiled at him before stepping out, closing the door. Derek placed his hand on his forehead with a sigh. Life sure was surprising lately. It also might have been a little bit of hangover from the vodka. Their date seemed almost an eternity ago. Derek stood up and walked to his dresser, opening the top drawer and pulling out a shirt. His hand felt around, pulling out the picture he kept in there.. Adam Hale's face smiled up at him mysteriously.

"What would you have done dad?" he asked aloud.

ooOoo

Stiles was pouring himself a second cup of coffee when Derek walked into the kitchen, his hair still slightly sticking up from bedhead.

"I like that look on you," Stiles complimented him.

Derek walked over, taking a seat and pouring himself some java.

"You like any look on me," he smirked.

Stiles smirked back.

"Truer words never spoken."

Isaac turned away from them and stuck his finger in his mouth disgustedly. He was so tired of everyone else's lovey dovey stuff.

ooOoo

"I smell something cooking," Jackson remarked, sniffing. "You think Derek would actually fix us anything nice?"

"Only if he put poison in it," Scott replied.

Jackson looked at him, but speak of the devil. The basement door creaked open. Derek was carrying the tray with their plates again. Scott couldn't keep his mouth from watering, even though it was such a meager portion- filet chicken breast, mashed potatos and steamed carrots.

"Stiles fixed it," Derek told them. "Just by the way."

"You probably would have given us cow dung," Scott replied.

"Probably," Derek agreed, voice dead serious. "Now how about we have a little chat?"

All the plates had been passed out. Derek took a seat on the bottom step.

"Have you reconsidered?" he asked, watching them shovel down their food like they hadn't eaten in days. "Your portions can get smaller you know."

"Reconsidered what?" Scott asked, eying him suspiciously.

"Rejoining me of course," Derek said with a nasty grin. "That's your only choice here. Your lives are in my hands. I can keep you down here a long time you know."

"No you can't," Scott argued for the hell of it. "Our parents will notice we're gone."

"Gee Scott, as well thought out as I'm sure that was, who really knows that you all hang out with me?"

Scott thought about it.

"Stiles' dad does."

Derek frowned, hating to admit Scott had a point.

"It would be so much easier just to kill you," he sighed. "Why Stiles insists on showing you mercy... "

"Because he isn't like you Derek?" Scott suggested.

"You don't know what I'm like," Derek retorted in a low growl. "I was looking at my dad's picture this morning. I'm nice compared to him, because I'm fairly certain you'd be dead by now."

"Oh yeah Derek," Jackson spoke up sarcastically. "Tell me about some of that Hale generosity. Like when you and your crazy uncle stuck your claws in me at the same time when you tried to kill me."

Derek smirked at him, raising an eyebrow.

"You think that's funny Jackson? Do you need to be reminded what my claws feel like? Now cut the smart ass attitudes. You need to realize the situation you're in here. You're breathing because of Stiles and his kindness."

Danny decided to speak up.

"I think we should actually listen to what Derek has to say guys."

Jackson and Scott looked at him like he was crazy. Derek smiled a little.

"You guys should listen to Danny," he said. "One of you has some sense at least. I'm interested. Do you wanna make a deal Scott?"

Scott wanted to talk to Stiles first. If Stiles would forgive him he'd comprimise with Derek for his sake.

"Can I talk to Stiles?"

Derek frowned at him slightly.

"Why?" he growled in a low voice.

"Because I need his advice," Scott said truthfully. "If he thinks I should I'll join you. Deal?"

Derek sighed.

"I guess so. I'll send him down."

Scott watched the door shut behind the other alpha. It was now or never. He would lay everything on the table one more time. Would Stiles forgive him or hand him over to Derek and his tender mercies?

ooOoo

Author's Note: I was asked how long this fic is going to be by one of my reviewers. It'll probably be somewhere between thirty and forty chapters. Also I was asked if I just gave certain wolves special abilities on a whim. The honest answer is yes and no. I figured that some werewolves might have a special ability. I'll admit that's a non-canon assumption, but I think it possible.

Thank you always for your reviews. I will update this frequently. I have a lot of spare time today, so expect more to come.