Chapter 6

Scott and Stiles paced the floor of Derek's shoddy loft. They didn't know what to do except check their phones every few minutes. Derek lounged in the only sofa that he had brought in, his eyebrows knit together, deep in thought. He couldn't really concentrate with two jumpy teenagers running (or so he thought) around the apartment.

"Are you sure John Walsh wont escape?" Stiles asked, again.

Derek opened his eyes lazily and with a hint of irritation.

"If I have to say 'yes' one more time..." he let his voice trail.

Stiles put up his hands defensively and inched over to Scott, "Alright, was just asking to be sure," he gushed nervously.

Derek rolled his eyes. Scott looked at him pensively, the worry never leaving his features.

"You saw the guy... and his weapons... how can you be so sure?" he asked.

Derek sighed. Scott could tell that Derek too had a lot on his mind, but he answered anyway.

"John Walsh is currently behind bars at the sheriff's holding cell –"

"Hence, he is, literally, just a few meters from my dad," Stiles cut in, excited, "you understand why I don't like this plan?"

Scott gestured Stiles to calm down for a second but the hyperactive teenager bounced around the room, much to Derek's annoyance.

"Chris and Allison made sure that the holding cell is, umm... hunter proof. There is absolutely no trick that Walsh knows and Chris doesn't," Derek replied.

Scott pursed his lips and pulled out his phone.

"Who are you calling?" Stiles asked.

"Aiden, to find out how Ethan's doing," Scott replied without looking up.

A low growl turned his attention to Derek. He was standing up, his face clearly showed that he wasn't pleased with the set up, and he had been pretty vocal about it, too.

"Aiden almost let Ethan die," Derek stated.

"We don't know what happened," Scott said, but sounded unsure of himself. Faced by this sombre topic, Stiles came to a rest next to Scott, his brain processing the same questions which were troubling Scott.

"We SAW what happened, Scott! Some people never change! And Aiden is, and will always be, a selfish jackass," Derek growled, venomously. The ferocity of Derek's voice made Stiles cringe. They had no idea why Derek felt so strongly about the twins, especially Ethan.

Derek, though he never told anyone, had always been grateful to Ethan for saving his life, or at least trying to. He didn't forget that it was Ethan who had abandoned Deucalion, in order to warn Derek about Kali. Ethan knew that Deucalion would kill him but he took the chance anyway. Derek therefore felt it was an obligation for him to watch Ethan's back and he felt himself seething with anger when he realised that Ethan had been deserted by the one person who should always have his back, Aiden.

"The twins aren't exactly the poster boys for good, but they do love each other," Stiles said, slowly.

Scott nodded. "Yes. And even if we forget about love and loyalties, it still doesn't make sense. I mean, Aiden would never back down from a fight. Never."

There was something seriously wrong here and Scott was beginning to think that they weren't asking the right questions.

Derek frowned, his eyes swiftly moving from side to side as he considered the suggestion.

"Then what made him just sit there?" Derek thought out aloud.

Stiles stepped up beside him.

"We could find out."

"How?"

"We ask the only person who was there besides the twins. Walsh."

Both Derek and Scott stared at Stiles, trying to wrap their heads around the idea.

"We go ask the hunter why the twins are scared of him?" Derek asked incredulously.

"I was thinking more on the lines of, making him tell us what exactly brings him here," Stiles reasoned, earnestly.

Scott nodded. "He is here to kill the twins. We must at least find out why," he sighed. Derek looked at him for moment and then, for the lack of a better option, started towards the door. Scott and Stiles followed wordlessly.

Ethan felt a warm weight on his head, like someone was stroking his hair. He felt the rhythm and relaxed into it. His mind was foggy and eyes, tired, but the pain was mostly gone. It had become a dull ache. It hurt to move but if he stayed still, it was comfortable, almost. He slowly took a deep breath and was glad to see that his lungs worked without giving him excruciating pain. As he took the breath he also became aware of who was it that was stroking his head; the Armani in the air made the choice very obvious.

His eyes fluttered open and sure enough, there sat Danny, looking at him with the warmest and most adorable smile Ethan had even chanced upon.

"Hey," Ethan rasped, a smile playing on his lips.

"Hey yourself," Danny replied, in a whisper, "How are you feeling?"

"Like I am in someone else's home," Ethan replied, eyeing the room, "and like I want you to kiss me right now."

Danny chuckled but bent down and very gently touched Ethan's lips to his. He didn't show it but he had terrified when he saw Ethan under the sheets of bandage. He was sure that this boyfriend was dead. But then, as Ethan slowly recovered under the watchful eyes of Deaton and Melissa, he felt his faith restored and was surprised to see that he felt thankful that Ethan was a werewolf.

When they finally broke apart, Ethan had abroad smile. Though he was pale, Danny noticed the slight colour in his cheek and that made him heart flip. He grinned at him and held a cup of water to his lips. After Ethan had taken a few sips, he asked for Aiden and Danny gave him a sheepish look, gesturing towards the couch in front of the window. Ethan looked over to see Aiden curled up in the couch, sleeping peacefully. Danny had put a blanket over him and he did seem very comfortable.

Ethan felt his lips curl into an amused smile.

"You know, Aiden never sleeps that way, he is a very light sleeper!" he said, still staring at his brother. In his sleep Aiden looked even younger, like all the weight had fallen off his shoulders. Reminded Ethan of when they were kids, innocent and carefree.

Danny smirked.

"I guessed as much. Ever since you arrived here, Aiden didn't sleep at all. He went two days without sleep."

Ethan looked up at Danny, wonderingly and was curiosity peaked when he realised that Danny was chuckling like a naughty kid who had been up to mischief.

"What?"

Danny cleared his throat, "Well, Aiden was exhausted and he refused to sleep so I helped him. I brought him coffee." He gave Ethan that most innocent straight face he could manage with all the laughter that he was trying to subdue.

Ethan's smile broadened and he poked further, "... and?"

"And what? I just didn't mention the part where Deaton gave me a horse tranquilizer that I slipped into his coffee. It was an honest mistake!" Danny said, his poker face failing miserably as he shook with laughter.

Ethan burst out laughing but lowered his volume quickly afraid to wake his brother.

"He'll be out for a few more hours," Danny said, looking at his watch. Ethan looked between his brother and Danny and sighed happily. In that moment, he felt like his life was perfect.

Derek and Stiles weren't making much head way. Chris and Allison were with the sheriff and Scott had gone home for some time. Derek and Stiles had tried every way of questioning but all they received was Walsh's annoyingly arrogant smirk. Finally after an hour, Derek lost his temper. He brought out his claws and felt for Walsh's face angrily Stiles managed to stop in the nick of time.

"What the hell?" Derek yelled but Stiles held on to his hand anyway.

"Just calm down! I got plan!" he said.

Derek stopped.

"Listen, John Walsh doesn't have to tell us what he knows. We can find out! Go through his memories with these," Stiles said, gesturing towards Derek's claws, "instead killing him with the same.

Derek frowned. "And didn't you tell this to me before?"

Stiles shuffled on his feet and replied earnestly," I wanted to see how long before you get dangerous –"

Derek raised his scowled at him and Stiles quickly added, "for future reference!"

Derek shook his, annoyed, but he walked over to the hunter, who now seemed slightly worried, and carefully plunged his claws into the nape of his neck.

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