Author's Notes: This was a colossal chapter for me to write. Many revelations. I'm also going to be earning my rating for this story very shortly. Enjoy. I do not own Teen Wolf, but I wish I had my very own Stiles. I do not have a beta for any of my stories, so sorry if there are any mistakes.

Stiles/Derek/Lydia/Erica *Stiles is getting some lovin' in this story* (Romance/Humor/Angst)

Synopsis: When Scott notices Stiles has the smell of death upon him, everyone must pull together...some to save him and others to love him. After Season 2 Finale.

Warning: Language & eventual sexy fun times. Mature.

Multi-POV

Derek POV:

They had healed from the insect stings during their hasty trek back to Stiles' house. Derek had been anxious, and quite frankly, thrown for a loss when the Coach he revealed that Stiles might still be alive. He was also secretly thrilled that maybe this time, with Stiles no longer being ill, he would be able to make his move on him. Stiles' pseudo death made Derek quite aware that it was way past time for him to do so. He'd felt the attraction, and new it wasn't only one sided.

With him and Scott being entirely focused on reaching Stiles, they had just kept quiet in anticipation as they reached their destination.

Thinking they were going to find Stiles revived, they were instead dismayed to find him still on the floor in the pool of his blood; although, he did appear different. The weariness that had been etched into his skin, the tautness from his body breaking down, and the bruise-like circles from under his eyes had all vanished. He looked perfectly healthy, in spite of his lack of movement. Stiles didn't look dead, but as if in a restful sleep. Derek could tell he was breathing once more, which meant he was alive, and that gave him an iota of relief.

Alive and knocked out was surely better than the way Derek had seen him last.

Leaning down over Stiles' body, Derek ran his fingertips lightly down Stiles' cheek. He feels warm to the touch. Yet, his stillness still has Derek feeling uneasy.

"Why aren't you awake sleeping beauty?" Derek somberly asked, not even thinking about being embarrassed at Scott hearing him say those words.

"We can't just leave him lying there. Derek, what are we going to do?"

Derek didn't really know what to do. Probably moving Stiles to another location and trying to hide the mess of today would be a start. However, that was a temporary solution. What Derek needed most right now would be for Stiles to open his eyes and give him some smart-ass remark that would make him melt inside and scowl outwardly.

Scott's impromptu panicking breaths and rushed heartbeat distracted Derek enough to take him back to the present.

"How are we going to hide this from the Sheriff. Oh God, Derek, what are we going to tell his dad?"

Could this day turn into any more of a fiasco? The squeaking sound of someone on the stairs informed him that that very same person was now looking at the scene of mayhem them were in. Yes, apparently, it can.

"If this has anything to do with why my son is passed out on the floor, then explain away; however, if this is about werewolf business, then don't bother." Stiles' dad said from the top of the stairs. He then forced himself out of his stupor and made he way frantically to look his son over from head to toe.

"Mr. Stilinski…I…um…it's not what it looks like? Wait, did you say werewolves?" Wow, Scott's as fast on the uptake as ever.

The Sheriff ignored Scott to instead quirk his eyebrow like Derek usually does at him. "Derek, mind filling me in on my son? Did they come after him?"

The Sheriff then whispered lowly, petting Stiles' hair lovingly, "I can tell his essence still lingers."

Holy shit.

"What are you? How can you know about us and Stiles' essence? They? They who?"

"You don't know very much do you, Derek?"

Derek had to halt his ire and annoyance at the Sheriff's tone to choke out the only word on his tongue. "Fey."

"That would be the right word."

"Then, yes, they came for him. It was Stiles' Lacrosse Coach. He has been poisoning Stiles. You haven't noticed." Derek had been keeping quiet for a while now on how angered he was that Stiles' own father had not been around long enough to notice his own son wasting away. He had been there to protect everyone in this town, but not taken the time to protect what was at home. It was slightly satisfying that he was finally able to show some of his frustration and animosity towards the Sheriff.

"No, I haven't been very aware, have I?" He sighed as he again began petting Stiles' hair. "How do you know it was the Coach?"

"We chased him through the woods after Stiles had…I…we thought he had died and…" Scott had to stop to clear his throat, continuing, "he, the Coach, laughed at our grief, but we caught him. He waxed poetic some super creepy territorial bullshit, and also gloated about his supposed victory of getting to Stiles, making him turn into something more."

"He didn't specify what; didn't seem to know himself. Only that he was sure Stiles would turn into something grand, special. Then, he was somehow able to go from a man in front of us to a swarm of insects." Derek watched as the Sheriff didn't look all that surprised by what they had told him.

"I see."

"I think it's about time for you to be talking." Derek looked down at the Sheriff sternly.

"Stiles is special. His mother and I have put a giant burden on him. We couldn't help it; we loved each other too much. We couldn't not be together, and it's going to change his whole world." He looked up into Derek's eyes with a haunted expression deep within them.

"You see me as human, but I am far from it. You were too young when your family died, so you had yet to learn of the varying classes of supernatural within our domain." He chuckled slightly as his eyes flooded with moisture, "You know, it's funny that he would fall in with your crowd. Werewolves. I first saw his mother on a full moon in the forest by a waterfall. Usually, that was the only time her clan could choose to let their selves be seen. Some kind of law had been set as precedence for safety for their kind, the Moon Fairy. She was ethereal in the moonlight, and when she looked at me her eyes shone like fireflies. Sometimes, when I look into Stiles' eyes I see a glimpse of that."

Scott asked the immediate thing that came to Derek's mind. "Why were you able to see her, or why did she let you see her?"

"Curiosity, maybe? We always had this…connection. In any case, she shouldn't have shown herself to me, but when she did, after that we were inseparable. Every full moon we spent it together." The Sheriff smiled softly, and then frowned. "She was a pure bred fey, pretty much royalty. It was forbidden for her to mate outside of her clan, so we ran. Ran to the human world, to hide, to pretend; as long as we were with each other we didn't care. And after a while, the pretending helped to neutralize some of our magic to the point that our dormant human ancestors' aliments could affect us." Ah, he's talking about the "cancer".

"You…the Coach said that he'd tried turning some else before, but had failed. He was talking about your wife. He killed her, not cancer, and certainly not because she was becoming human."

The Sheriff's eyes alit with fire, veins turning a vibrant red under his skin as a haze sprung around him. Eyes then taking on an onyx-like sheen with white pupils. As an Alpha, even Derek could admit it was terrifying.

"You need to calm yourself, sir. You're not going to be of any help if you are in this mindset. Trust me, I've lived through something similar."

Derek squatted down on the other side of Stiles. He reached out and took the Sheriff's hand, and as he touched him the veins shimmered back to normal and his furious tears waned, eyes normalizing.

"Yeah, okay."

"So, Mr. S, you never did mention what kind of fey you are or what Stiles is going to turn into."

"Well, Stiles never showed any markers of being anything other than human, so we never said anything about it to him. What he might become? Well, I'm hoping he'll take after his mother, the pure hearted and gentle type of fey, but if the Coach was so convinced that he was going to be something more than a harmless fey, my bet is that he is going to be a hybrid."

"Okay, but a hybrid of what? What are you?"

"Oh, well, my kind is a rarity among fey, but you've probably heard of our better known sister coven, Succubae. I'm a Incubus."

Stiles POV:

After the first five minutes of staring and majorly freaking out at his body lying on the ground, while he floated above said body cellophane style, Stiles kind of figured somebody would eventually come by and find him sooner or later to fix whatever the hell had gone wrong. Something always goes wrong. At least he didn't seem to have his ADHD acting up in this vaporous state to worsen his situation. He also felt pretty damn good.

This was the first time, in a long time, he hadn't felt weighted down or in pain from the severe headaches or from the outstanding clumsiness that caused him to fall all the damn time.

"Fuck it. While I'm stuck like this I should be allowed to have a little fun. I think I deserve it. Now, who could I possibly sneak up on in the shower." Naked goodness. Yep, unquestionably feeling much better if awesome sex drive seems to have hummed back to life.

Hoping this would work, he closed his eyes and imagined where he wanted to be, and by the time he had reopened them, he was there.

Lydia POV:

Lydia walked into the room that held Erica, Isaac, and Boyd playing poker. Allison had been called back to her house by her father a while ago, something about polishing weapons.

"I'm starting to get worried. I tried calling Stiles five times for the past thirty minutes with no answer, and Scott should have checked in by now."

"Have you tried Derek?" Isaac huffed exasperatedly looking at the measly stack of chips he had left.

"He wasn't scheduled to watch over Stiles tonight, Isaac."

"Yeah, but whether he is scheduled or not, Derek's usually there anyway."

Erica agreed. "Big Bad's got a hard on for our freckly friend, but won't do anything about it, except pulling his creeper routine."

"God, Erica, you are so fucking crude." That did not stop Lydia from silently concurring with her statement, though.

"I really think he loves him." Isaac sighed dreamily after saying that. Boyd huffed his agreement, trying not to be caught looking at Isaac's cards.

"Whatever, I'm calling him." Just as she was about to hit send, her phone started ringing. It was Derek.

Answering she said, "Good timing. I was just trying to reach you. Are you with Stiles? I can't reach him, and it's way past when he or Scott should have checked in." Lydia thought she heard a slight whining noise coming from Derek as she had mentioned Stiles' name.

"Lydia, I need you to do some research for me, find out any and everything you can on Incubuses."

"Incubuses? Why would…do we have one in the territory? 'Cause if we do, I can tell you one thing I know already about incubuses, we'll need birth control. Condoms, Derek, lots of condoms."

Chapter Music Playlist: "Frequency" – Dawn Richard, "High For This" – The Weeknd, "Ladybird" – Baby Fox