I do have to admit that this story didn't go the way I planned it, but I hope it's still worth a read. And thank you to those who has :)

I hope I got everything right, with how things went down in the show, and.. yeah..

Enjoy, ppl :)

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Chapter 6

"You okay there, big guy?" Stiles looked over to Derek, who was standing next to the bleachers with the deepest frown known to men.

"Yeah"

It was almost a week since they got Lydia out of the Eichen house. Which had been more than a little eventful. And then the kiss had happened a few days ago and that certainly had been a little more than just eventful. But after that; nothing. At least not with the kiss.

Except Scott's outburst in the car on their way back from training that is. Scott's reaction had been more in the lines of; 'what?!' and 'but.. it's Derek' and 'DEREK!' but after Stiles had hushed him and asked him if he was angry for it, Scott hadn't said anything else than; "Angry? No, of course not! You know I don't care about that, dude. But.. it's Derek. You know.. Hale. Like.." Then he had sighed and given Stiles a small smile. "As long as you're happy, dude. But still.. Derek?"

To be honest, it wasn't that Stiles didn't want to talk, or kiss, some more. But they hadn't had time. Too much was happening. And everything happened at once.

Typical, really.

"I almost had him" Derek ripped his eyes from the field to look at Stiles. "The Beast. Mason and Corey couldn't get anything, but I could" He shook his head and Stiles knew he was furious for letting it get away.

"But you got its scent? So you could recognize it if we come across it later?" Stiles asked. "Even if it would be in human form?"

"I don't know"

Stiles thought back to when Derek had gone with Scott and Liam in search for Parrish inside the house. And had, according to Scott, been a big reason to make Parrish go into full hellhound-mode.

"You will, Derek. I'm sure-"

Suddenly Derek tensed and turned around. "Malia"

Stiles ran after Derek as fast as he could, but Derek disappeared behind one of the busses. When he got there, Malia was on the ground but was helped up by Derek.

"What happened?" Stiles looked at Malia, who seemed more angry than hurt.

Derek answered for her. "The Desert Wolf"

Then everything seemed to happen at once. They heard something roar and both Malia and Derek took off in the direction of the school. Stiles got his bat out of his bag while he ran after them; that roar had to be from the Beast.

-o-o-o-o-

With Liam lying on a desk with..yes, Hayden was in fact kissing him, taking his pain, Stiles watched them with a surprised expression. "I guess that works too" he said as Hayden gave him a smug smile.

Stiles looked over to Derek, who stood with his usual pose; arms crossed over his chest with an almost bored frown. "So it's not just pain that helps with the healing process, huh?"

Derek just rolled his eyes.

Stiles looked back at Hayden with a shrug. "So next time I'll kiss him" which again earned him a low growl from Derek.

"What?"

In favor of ignoring Stiles, Derek went over to the door, checking for the beast. "We better keep moving"

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Chris Argent had, much to Stiles disagreement, healed Gerard -crazy ass grampa- back to health. And Derek was not pleased. At all. He had spent the entire morning being back to the more broody version of himself. Even now, at school, the stiff posture in his shoulders told Stiles how on edge Derek was.

He had changed a lot since when they had first met him a few years ago. He had let up a bit in his grumpiness and usually managed to hold a somewhat normal conversation.

This morning had been a few steps back into the broody, grumpy werewolf.

Even though Stiles didn't like the mood Derek had been in, he could understand it. Healing Gerard couldn't be a good thing. Even if he held information about the Beast.

And just before the game, they had been listening to Lydia tell them what the old man had told her. And it was, much to Stiles ambivalent discovery, information they needed and could use against the Beast.

"I can't believe Gerard ate a freakin' flower" Stiles had mumbled to himself. He had glanced over at Derek. A small smile had been tugging at his lips and Stiles felt better knowing that Derek wouldn't go back to being Broody McGrowly again.

"So what's the plan here then?"

And that was -after the game- why they were now in school, being hunted by the Beast of Gevaudan.

"Liam?" Stiles looked around as they ran down the hallway.

Hayden had been running out of the classroom with Liam in tow, just before Stiles and Derek.

All of the people that had been running around to get away from the Beast had either gotten away or were still in hiding so when Stiles couldn't see Liam or Hayden he stopped and looked around.

"Liam?" He almost whispered, although Liam and probably the beast could hear him either way.

Derek growled low in warning, gripping Stiles arm and pulled him closer.

Stiles whipped his head around and looked to where Derek was glaring.

"What?"

All he got in answer was to be dragged into a room.

"Derek? Derek, ease up on the manhandling, alright? Your claws-"

Derek withdrew his hand from Stiles' arm, still looking intently at the closed door. He rushed out a "Sorry" before they both fell silent.

Stiles held his breath, knowing Derek was listening to whatever he had heard.

Stiles let his hand land on Derek's hip, keeping him grounded. All of this was making Stiles jittery and he was scared. Scared for his friends, for the people at school. Worried about his dad and-

"Do you hear anything?"

"No"

"Sooo..are we staying here or can we go find Liam and Hayden now? And Scott, I know he's here somewhere"

Stiles went to open the door but Derek grabbed him by the waist, with a hand over his mouth. The werewolf didn't say anything but Stiles knew that the look he was getting was something in the line of: "Shut up. Don't argue, or you'll get us killed!"

Something was out in the hallway. Running through the hallway from the sound of it, and Stiles looked at Derek.

Derek let his hand slide down to rest on the other man's neck and Stiles gulped in air, listening intently for the beast.

Derek's whole body relaxed. Not much, but Stiles could feel the difference from how close they were standing and knew the Beast was gone. For now.

"Let's get the hell out of here" he said, opening the door right after Derek have him a small nod.

"Scott's in the library"

"What's he doing there?" Stiles breathed as they turned a corner on their way towards their Alpha.

"Fighting"

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"So you're saying that he jumped out the window and then the scent lead you to what? A shoe?"

Scott blew out a frustrated breath and threw the shoe on the ground. "Not the point! It's Mason, dude! Mason is the Beast!"

Stiles looked over to Liam, who nodded almost regretfully.

Sighing, Stiles shook his head. "And now he's gone? Kidnapped"

"Yes!" Scott sounded frustrated and with good reason but Stiles had to get this straight in his head. Never in a million years had he thought that Mason, the guy that had been in total awe when he found out about werewolves-Mason, was the thing they had been fighting all this time.

Scott let out another frustrated sound and Derek growled in warning. "Calm down"

Scott took a few deep breaths and blinked hard. "Alright. We'll split up. Try find his scent. Or Colby's scent. See if we can track them down." He looked at Derek, Stiles and Liam. "We need to find him"

Scott and Derek exchanged looks and Stiles thought it somehow strange.

To see someone who had, not even a year ago, never agreed on something to actually share some kind of bond was weird. It was like Scott was seeking Derek's advise in 'how to Alpha' and Stiles knew that even if Derek decided to join Scott's pack, he would never be just a beta. He would be more like an advisor.

And a great addition to the pack as well, seeing how he had gotten his powers back and even going full wolf.

If Derek stayed it would mean a bit more to Stiles than to the others but hey, they had a scent to catch and Stiles shook himself out of his thoughts. He couldn't have been lost in thoughts that long, since they all were just ending the conversation before putting their plan into action.

Hours later Stiles was still behind the wheel of his Jeep while Derek had the window open so he could try to catch Mason's scent.

Stiles phone went off and he fumbled after it before answering.

"Lydia?"

"Stiles, get to the sheriff's station. Now! I think the desert wolf is trying to get to you as well"

"Wha- uh-what? Why?"

"She doesn't know you've broken up with Malia and- just get over here."

"But I'm-"

"Now, Stiles. Or I'll scream"

Stiles had no idea if she was serious about the screaming or not, but with one look from Derek, he turned around and went to the station.

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After arguing with Scott over the phone, Stiles was still seated in his dad's office.

Scott and Liam had gone to meet up with Theo, who claimed to know where they held Mason. Corey had shown up too, but Stiles didn't have all the information on that yet. He had not wanted to hang back for this but Malia and Braeden had agreed with Lydia that the Desert Wolf might be after him as well. When he had spoken to the two women over the phone, they had confirmed Lydia's suspicions about the Desert Wolf. He had been surprised when he had heard a low growl coming from Derek. Stiles thought it might have something to do with the fact that Malia had sounded a bit too protective of Stiles, even if they had broken up. And the younger man had no problem with Derek reacting to that. But he had felt uneasy knowing his friends could get hurt, and when Derek had come to stand next to him, Stiles had felt a little bit calmer. In the end he had, albeit reluctantly, decided to stay at the station.

So here they were.

They were sitting in his dad's office, waiting for news on Mason. Or the Desert Wolf. Or the Beast. Take your pick. Stiles was mumbling about this when Derek put a hand on Stiles neck. Not tight, just a light pressure to make him calm down a bit.

Stiles took a deep breath and couldn't help but to lean into the touch. Stiles knew he was safe there, with both his dad and Derek there, but he hated feeling like he couldn't do anything to help. And to make matters worse, his dad was giving Derek a few looks. Like he was trying to figure out why Derek was there and what he was up to.

Stiles knew that look and he didn't like it. It wouldn't be long before Derek would be under the stern questioning of the Sheriff and Stiles couldn't let that happen. They had enough on their plate as it was.

When the Sheriff entered the office, Derek withdrew his hand and Stiles saw the look his dad sent them. He walked up to him and lowered his voice. He knew Derek could probably hear him but he didn't care. "Dad, stop it"

"What?"

"That innocent look you've got going there now, doesn't fool me. Stop looking at Derek like he's one of your prisoners" His dad just shot him a look and Stiles clenched his jaw. "Stop. It. He's here to help and you know it"

The Sheriff sighed and looked between his son and Derek Hale. "I don't know what's going on or why he's suddenly back but the way he keeps following you with his eyes are-"

"Dad, he's a friend. He is trying to protect me" A friend who had me up against his refrigerator, kissing the living daylight out of me, but still, Stiles thought to himself.

"He's looking at you as if he's afraid you'll disappear on him out of thin air"

"He is not- Look, dad. I know you're worried but this? You are worrying about the wrong thing, alright? He's a friend who cares about me. About all of us. Just.. let it go. Please?"

Seeing his dad's face relax a bit told him that Derek wasn't safe from questioning but he was out of the woods for now. "Alright, son. Just.. Be careful"

"Dad?"

But his dad just shook his head and mumbled something to which Derek choked on his coffee for.

Stiles went to sit down next to Derek on the couch, waiting until Derek had stopped coughing. "Derek, what did he say?"

The wolf didn't look like he wanted to repeat it but Stiles wouldn't stop glaring at him so he sighed. "He said that he hoped you knew what you were doing and that you.. uh, was safe"

"Safe? I'm in the Sheriff's office, how-" The look Derek shot him made him rethink. And then he blushed. "Oh my God" He groaned. "Never mind"

Two hours later his phone rings and when he hangs up, Derek is already by the door, ready to go to Deaton's.

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A lot happened in a short time.

Scott and Liam had in fact dragged the last surviving Dread Doctor to Deaton's. And even Derek had taken a step back when they had found out that he was still alive. Shit, that had been freaky!

Sebastien, the beast, had killed him. It. Whatever they should call an almost ancient person. Doctor. Whatever.

After being at the clinic and getting over the sizzling feeling of being electrocuted, (Stiles wouldn't recommend it to anyone) they had learned from Deaton that they could call Sebastien out from just his name.

This Sebastien had also attacked Lydia later on and she had been held in the hospital for a while. Stiles had been scared out of his mind to find out that the Beast had been at the station after Stiles and Derek left. Sebastien had been there. Talking to his dad. At least Stiles had been able to give his dad a little warning. But it still had gotten Lydia hurt.

The wound Sebastien had inflicted on her throat had been pretty bad and thank heavens she had been able to get to the hospital in time. Stiles had been there and Lydia had been dead set on getting out of there so she could help. And by getting out, Lydia had found help in Melissa. Neither Scott or Derek had been thrilled by the idea. Stiles hadn't either to be honest. But for once, he hadn't been the one to faint when Melissa had brought the big guns. Well, it had been a syringe, but still, the point still stands.

But they hadn't had any other choice than to get Lydia to come with them.

So; Mason was back to normal. Well, as normal as someone could be after being saved by Lydia's scream. And to find out that he had been through what he had been through because he had a twin and therefore two sets of DNA.

Stiles was still in a confused awe over how that could even be possible.

Theo had, as nightmare-ish as it could be, been dragged down into a hole by his sister. Said hole had then sealed up over them and Stiles still had trouble understanding it. Kira, Stiles decided, was equally awesome and frightening. She had opened the hole and that.. Stiles had no words. Even if the way that had happened seemed to have been taken straight out of a horror-movie. And that wasn't anything Stiles would ever, like never ever, need to see. Even if Kira had been a badass. People getting dragged down into a suddenly-appearing-hole in the ground; a big fat no thank you to that.

After a long night and hours spent in absolute terror by all that had happened, Stiles fell into bed with a "oomph"

Thinking back on the last couple of hours almost made his head hurt.

Scott and Liam had, with Theo's help, found Mason. And the Dread Doctors.

But then Mason, or more correctly the Beast, had done its work on said doctors. Stiles tried to understand how Mason could become the Beast and then become Sebastien. Lydia had tried explaining it, but even Stiles had some trouble with that one.

It seemed like everything had gone down at once and Stiles sighed heavily into his pillow. The wound from the glass piece from McCall's glass-table still hurt. Even if Derek, and to some point Malia, had tried to take his pain and heal the wound. The Desert Wolf was gone, at least.

And it wasn't like Stiles never had bled a little for a good cause. Rolling his eyes at himself, his thoughts flipped over to Gerard.

At least Gerard had been stopped, he thought, and didn't dare to even think about how Chris must have been feeling after that shot. Even if it just had been in the arm.. Well, creepy grampa Gerard definitely deserved it.

Somehow Scott had managed to get through to this Sebastien-beast long enough to give Lydia an opening to get Mason out from the beast.

By screaming. Liam had said it had been awesome.

And Parrish.. Stiles turned around on his bed, frowning. Parrish had ended the Beast once and for all. Because he was a hellhound and that was just.. Insane. Not that Stiles could say anything about what was insane or not. His best friend was an Alpha and he had friends that were a banshee and werewolves so yeah, he would be able to come over the fact that Parrish was a hellhound.

Nothing like Crowley's hell hounds though, Stiles thought, smiling at the image of the Winchesters.

Flipping of his shoes before settling down on his bed again, Stiles knew he was too hyped up to manage to sleep. But he was also tired so he decided to just lie there for a while.

They hadn't met up after everything had gone down, Scott had been too exhausted and had told everyone to meet tomorrow after getting some rest.

'Cause they all could need it, that was for sure.

Stiles heard the window open and feet touch the floor in his room. And he didn't even bother to lift his head. He recognized the scent. Even without being a werewolf, he could recognize Derek's scent anywhere.

Since the very surprising but very hot make-out session back at Derek's loft, they hadn't had time to talk about it. Or repeat it, much to Stiles disappointment. But this day had been insane and he hadn't even had time to think much about it either.

"You stink"

Stiles lifted his head and looked over at the man sitting on his bed. "Wow, thanks. Really."

Derek looked tired. More than tired really. Stiles sniffed the air. Derek, the douche, did not stink. At least Stiles didn't think so, but he could be biased. "How come I stink and you don't? You've been running around as much as I have"

"I showered before coming here. And I'm not the one who's been bleeding"

"For once" Stiles snorted and dragged himself up to a sitting position. Derek had been to the loft to shower and then came here? "You staying here or..?"

Derek looked over to Stiles, an almost uncertain motion graced his eyes and Stiles had to pinch his thigh to make sure he wasn't dreaming. "Are you.. nervous?"

Derek rolled his eyes as he got up from the bed and Stiles almost jumped after him, afraid he'd leave. "Sorry! Sorry, I just.. You're here and even if you could have gone to sleep at the loft, you didn't and I um.. You kissed me!"

Derek just raised a brow, telling Stiles he knew, and Stiles swallowed. "I mean; We kissed and then we didn't talk about it and then everything went you know, completely crazy with the Beast and the Dread Docto-"

"Stiles"

"Wha-" A hand cupped his jaw and Stiles took a big breath, feeling calmer instantly.

"Take a shower. I'll be here" Hazel eyes flicked from his face before settling again. "If you want-"

"I do. So totally do. Want you to be here, I mean."

He scurried to the bathroom and took the quickest shower ever, before slinging on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt before going back into his room to see Derek pulling of his shirt.

"You're still here" It slipped out before he could stop himself and tried not to ogle the other man's chest. And abs. Wow, there were muscles on his muscles and Stiles would not be opposed to lick-

"I said I would be"

"I know, it's just.. Um.. Yeah.." Clearing his throat, Stiles went over to his bed and sat down. "So.."

"Look, we might need to talk. But we also need sleep, so how about we sleep tonight and talk later?" Derek opened the buckle on his belt and Stiles closed his mouth with an audible click before dragging his eyes away from the sinful sight in front of him. He was tired. Drained, was more like it. But still; Derek Hale was undressing. Right in front of him.

His eyes went back to Derek and his fingers who was pulling his jeans down and Holy mother of Gooo- and now the jeans were off and fuuuuuck, Stiles needed to look away.

He clambered into the bed and tried not to let Derek know how he was affecting him. But from the glint in the wolf's eyes, Stiles knew it was a lost cause. He could probably hear and smell exactly what he did to him. Bastard.

Derek turned the light off and settled into the bed next to him.

After a while of uncomfortable silence, Derek sighed heavily before manhandling Stiles around so he was resting his head on Derek's arm. Stiles did not squeak! At least he would admit it for as long as he lived.

"Stupid werewolves and their stupid manhandling of people" he mumbled into the warm chest he nuzzled into.

Wait.. Nuzzled? Stiles did not nuzzle! He heard a low laugh and froze, then tried scooting back but strong arms prevented him from moving away.

"Relax" For once, the voice was soft and without any form of growl. "Sleep. You're safe"

He was, wasn't he? Letting himself relax, he draped an arm over the warm body next to him, feeling boneless all of a sudden.

"So are you. I got you, Sourwolf"

Instead of a protest on the name, he felt Derek bury his nose in his hair, breathing him in. Before they both knew it, they had fallen asleep.

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