Stiles The Teen Wolf
Episode Seven: Night School
He can't be dead. He wouldn't be taken down that easily, it was just another wound, he'll heal from it, he just needs some times. Yeah that's it some time. He'll be up again and helping me fright off the Alpha, I just have to buy him some time. I just have to buy me and Scott some time too. I have to stay alive so that I can be here to help him when Derek comes back. Yeah that's it, he will come back, he has to. He wouldn't leave me like this. I didn't even get the chance to tell him how I felt…oh my god, I haven't told him how I felt.
Humanity was slowly seeping back in with each new thought. He had a solid anchor for now. He wouldn't use Derek himself anymore, the thought of Derek only made Stiles see red, so instead he would use his feelings for Derek. He needed to tell Derek, life was too short. What was he thinking, keeping it in and hiding it like he did with Lydia, it was stupid, they didn't have all the time in the world, if he was going to get rejected, then so be it at least he would know!
"Try to lock the door!" Scott's voice called from outside Stiles' mind palace. It was fine, Stiles needed to stop thinking so hard anyways. They were both in a serious situation, a serious and very troubling situation that would most likely result in the death of both of them. Most likely Scott though. Which now that Stiles thought about it, would be completely fine by him. Scott has done nothing but get Derek arrested and now killed. NO! Don't think about that!
"Do I look like I have a freakin key?!" Stiles snapped at Scott as they rushed to keep the school's main doors shut.
"Grab something!" Scott retorted, yelling now in his own panicking human fear. Stiles could smell it everywhere and it was an irritation on his nose. It also heightened his own emotions, and not just the fear but the want to attack Scott and make the human boy pay for the loss of a pack mate.
"What?!" Stiles snapped back. He was growling and he knew it, but fuck Scott. Scott should be happy his blood wasn't all over the School floors and his head wasn't placed inside Allison's locker as a nice present.
"Anything!"
And that's when the idea hit him. The bolt cutters.
Standing up straight, he looked out the narrow windows of the door to check if the bolt cutters were still outside where he had dropped them. And they were, right there at the entrance.
Stiles ignored Scott's weak protests as he pulled the door open and slipped outside, he smelled it almost instantly, Derek's blood.
His eyes shifted and his teeth were down before he could do anything, but he shook his head. He would ignore the change for now and focus on keeping his mind together. The second he decided this, he started to hear the thumping. Wavering and weak, with a stutter on every third beat. Derek's heartbeat.
He was about to rush towards the sound when another kind of thumping caught his attention. He looked back at Scott and saw the panic and desperation on the human boy's face. When he looked in front of him again, he saw why. The Alpha was coming out from behind his blue jeep, the glowing eyes trained on Stiles.
The wolf inside of him wanted to pounce. He wanted revenge for his pack mate and blood for the loss, but another part, the part now anchored by Scott's shouts, knew he would not win a fight with the Alpha. He could barely win the fights with Derek and those had been sparing. So he dashed forward, his superior speed allowing for him to reach the bolt cutters in a second before he went back to the door ripping it open before pulling it closed behind him, securing the bolt cutters between the metal bars of the doors.
"Derek's alive." Stiles breathed, allowing a small smile to light his face before it disappeared just as quickly when Scott spoke up.
"That won't hold will it?"
Stiles backed up with Scott, eyeing the poor job of restraining the door they had managed. "Probably not." He answered honestly before looking back at the empty and dark hallway. He had walked these halls so many days but never had he been so afraid of them.
When the howl pierced the night air, Stiles and Scott both panicked, bolting to the closest classroom. They both went for the desk first, trying to use it to block the door. The squeak of the desk made Stiles grimace before he told Scott to stop.
"The door's not going to keep it out." Stiles breathed, his heart pounding in his ears. So many things ran circles in his head, but he held onto his new anchor. His feelings for Derek. If we survive this Derek, I won't hide it anymore okay? I'm going to tell you and damn the consequences. So just…heal okay. Just wait and heal, I can take care of myself for now.
"I know." Scott answered, before a sudden thought crossed Stiles' mind.
"It's your boss."
"What?"
"The Alpha? Deaton? Your boss." Stiles was more than certain now.
"No." Scott protested, and Stiles cut him off.
"Yes! Murdering, psycho-werewolf!"
"That can't be!" Scott shook his head, denying the idea completely. This just made Stiles angrier.
"Oh come on!" Stiles hissed, his teeth bared but under control. "He disappears and that things turns up ten seconds later to toss Derek twenty feet through the air? That's not convenient?"
"It's not him. He didn't kill Derek."
"Derek's not dead!" Stiles growled it now, eyes shifting. "He can't be."
"Blood spurted out of his mouth Stiles. You can't tell me that it isn't something fatal." Scott argued back.
"To a human maybe, but we are werewolves Scott." Stiles answered with more confidence than he really felt.
"Okay, fine! But what do we do now Stiles? How are we going to get out of here?" Scott was panting, his heart was pounding, and all of it was getting to Stiles like nothing else had before. This heighted fear and adrenaline. He need to hold onto his humanity, needed control or he would leave this school tonight with electric blue eyes.
"Get to my jeep." Stiles answered. This was the first step of course, they needed to get away from the School, draw the Alpha out and away from the surly healing Derek. Please be stronger than that Alpha Derek. Please be alive. "We get out of here, and you seriously think about quitting your job."
Scott nodded and together, they raced to the window. When Scott tried to open it, Stiles stopped him. Breaking the windows was another option, but it was noisy. If they made a break for it, Stiles knew he could outrun the Alpha, he was the fastest wolf Derek had ever seen after all, but he didn't think Scott could. He could carry Scott, possibly, but that would slow him down tremendously and he wasn't sure he was that fast.
"Stiles what happened to the hood of your jeep?"
Stiles felt his heart stutter. "Nothing.' Stiles said. "Nothing's wrong with my jeep." He came up behind Scott, taking a closer look at his vehicle.
"It's bent." Scott said in awe.
"What? Do you mean like, dented?" Stiles knew though, he could see it better than Scott. Something had been ripped out. Most likely, something very important.
The sudden crash of the glass above them shocked them both and they ducked. The car batter flew through the window and skidded on the floor a bit, coming to a stop in front of the door. Stiles recognized it, not that it would take a genius to guess where the battery came from.
"We have to move." Stiles said. Scott rounded on him, wide eyes scared and reluctant.
"He could be right outside!" Scott protested, but that was just stupid.
"He is right outside!" Stiles pointed at his car battery before grabbing Scott's arm. "Somewhere without windows."
Scott tried to shake him off, but Stiles wouldn't let go. He noticed how Scott flinched when Stiles' claws ripped through his jacket but he didn't stop. "Every room in this building has windows." Scott argued.
"Somewhere with less windows." Stiles prompted. It clicked to both of them at once, but Scott was the one to call it out.
"The locker room."
The rush through the halls was a quick walk, each one panting with more fear than exhaustion. It didn't take long to reach the locker room and once inside, Scott got another idea.
"Call your dad." He said quickly, looking around to make sure the room was empty.
"And tell him what?" Stiles frowned and shook his head, opening his sense before regretting it instantly and lowering them all to human levels. Oh god, human boys are so disgusting. He didn't even want to think about that fact that before he became a sensitive werewolf, he had also smelled just like them. Having a strong nose to smell your own scents makes one more conscious of showers, just saying.
"I don't know, anything." Scott looked around the room again, this time looking for a crisis to lie about. "A gas leak, a fire, whatever. If that thing sees a parking lot filled with cop cars, it'll take off."
Stiles wanted to deck the idiot human boy, but he settled for growling. "What if it doesn't? What if it goes completely terminator and kills every cop in sight. Including my dad!" This was a fear he had constantly in the back of his mind. His dad was the sheriff in the frontline to all this weirdness with no real clue how truly weird it all actually was.
"They have guns!" Scott argued, but Stiles already saw it coming and had a comeback ready.
"Yeah, and Derek had to be shot with a wolf's bane laced bullet just to slow him down. You remember that?" It had been a very tense day for everyone, but for Stiles it had almost been the loss of his sanity, not that he knew it at the time.
"We have to…" Scott was at his wits end, Stiles saw it and heard it and smelled it all around the boy. This was too much for the poor little human, and a part of Stiles, the cruel part, wasn't satisfied enough. His so called best friend had been nothing but trouble since the arrival of Allison Argent. Hell, the werewolf bite would have probably gone over fine and he would have had Scott's support if Allison wasn't always on his friend's mind. "We have to find a way to get out of here and just run for it."
"Scott, there is nothing around the school for a least a mile."
"What about Derek's car?"
Stiles felt his eyes go wide, a slow grin coming to his face despite the situation. "That's right. That could work. We just got the get the keys from Derek and all three of us would be home free."
"Stiles, Derek is dead, we have to leav-"
The werewolf in Stiles moved faster than either one noticed and in an instant, Stiles had Scott slammed against a locker, his face close to the human teen's before he snarled. "We take him with us."
Scott's nod was hurried and frightened, and when Stiles let him go, Scott had to take a couple of seconds to calm himself before walking behind Stiles. "You know, Derek should have taught you more about how to control your anger. We could sign you up for a werewolf anger management course or something." It was said to break the tension, but it didn't work. Stiles just kept walking, ignoring Scott's presence until suddenly, he stopped in his tracks.
"Someone's coming." He whispered, his body stiff as he listened to the footsteps coming from the other side of the locker room door. "Scott! Someone's coming! Hide!"
Stiles took Scott by the back of the neck and pushed him toward a locker, before opening one himself and getting inside. He didn't wait to see if Scott got into one himself before he closed his eyes and focused on his hearing.
A heartbeat, steady but not strong, slightly clogged up on every fourth pump. It wasn't the Alpha, no werewolf had problems with cholesterol, but no one should be in the school. So who was this?
When the locker room door was pulled open, Stiles let his sense of smell strengthen, taking longer than it normally would to sort through the smell of teenage body odor and sweaty socks until he reached the smell of dirty water and cleaning products. The janitor.
When Stiles opened his locker's door, the janitor had already opened Scott's. Stiles heard the heartbeat sky rocket in fear at the sudden presence of two teenage boys, but soon the fear was replaced by anger.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" The janitor barked. Neither Stiles nor Scott really had an answer for that. "Both of you, get out."
Stiles sighed before he started talking. "Just listen for half a second okay?"
The janitor scowled. "Not okay! Get the hell out of here right now." The janitor grabbed both of them by the backs of their coats and dragged them to the door, pushing them out of the locker room with ease, that's when Stiles heard it, the panting of the Alpha. "Just go! Get out of here and go!" The janitor barked again and before Stiles could get a word out, the janitor was pulled back into the locker room and the door slammed closed. The outline of the janitor's body filled the glass and his screams filled the halls and just like that, Scott and Stiles took off running.
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"A psychotic werewolf who is into team work!"
Stiles couldn't help but freak out as they ran. They didn't even know where the Alpha was anymore. They had lost him for now. "Even trapping the stupid thing didn't work man! What the hell are we going to do?!"
"Maybe he would have stayed in the damn room if you didn't freaking antagonize it!" Scott argued back.
"The thing attacked Derek Scott!" Stiles growled, and then he stopped. "Dude, do you hear that?"
"What? Hear what Stiles?" Scott turned on him, fear heavy in the air.
"It's a phone, its sounds like somebody's phone ringing." Stiles clarified. "It sounds like Allison's phone."
"Allison! Stiles you're telling me Allison is in the school with the Alpha on the loose! Stiles he's going to kill her if he finds her here! Give me your phone."
It was Allison. One call, and they were together, all three of them standing around the lobby panicked and scared.
"Why did you come? What are you doing here?" Scott asked with a bit more edge to his voice than Stiles thought Allison would understand. The girl didn't know about the danger she was in, that was for sure by her face.
"You asked me to come here?" she answered hesitantly.
Scott shot her a look of confusion. "What? I asked you to?" She heard the disbelief in his tone apparently because next thing she did was bring out her phone, the message from Scott clear on the front screen.
"Meet me at the school. URGENT – Scott" it read. It was sent at 7:12 tonight.
Stiles suddenly felt the need to slam his head repeatedly on something hard when Scott and Allison shared unreadable looks before she spoke up first. "Why do I get the feeling you didn't send this message."
"Because I didn't." Scott answered. Stiles had had enough, here they were literally waiting like lambs in the slaughter. So he cut in.
"Look, did you drive here?" His voice was hard and mean, he knew it was but he couldn't help it. He had already been on edge before, but with Allison here the feeling that he was about to lose control was getting worse and worse.
"Jackson did." She answered.
Stiles didn't even know what to feel this time. "Jackson's here too?"
"And Lydia." Allison's own tone was getting panicked now, she didn't know the danger, but she was starting to sense that it was nowhere near good. "What is going on here, who sent this text?" Her phone started ringing again, and when she picked up, Jackson and Lydia burst into the lobby.
"Finally. Can we go?"
Everyone stopped as the ceiling squeaked and groaned.
The only ones who knew what it really was startled and backed away. Scott grabbed onto Allison's hands before Stiles whispered a harsh, "Run!"
When they took off, the ceiling collapsed.
Everyone was in a dead run, Stiles at the lead, looking back every once in a while to keep track of the Alpha. When they burst into a room, the first thing Scott and Jackson went for was the biggest piece of furniture to block the doors.
Stiles watched for a second before looking at the rest of the room.
"Scott, wait not here." Stiles called, but the mad rush to block the doors made his cry fall on deaf ears. "Guys?"
"Get the chairs stack the chairs!" Scott yelled, completely ignoring Stiles. It's like watching a scary movie and yelling at the stupid actress 'it's right behind you! Run bitch run!' only you know she's going to turn around anyways.
"Just wait a second." Stiles tried again. "You guys." But again, everyone was rushing around getting the doors blocked off with anything they could find. "Guys listen to me! Wait!" No one stopped. Oh my god, we're going to die. I'm going to die at school with a room full of idiots! "Guys! Wait!"
They stacked the chairs on top of the tables against the doors, they worked so well together, like worker ants in an orderly chaos, and if he wasn't being ignored, he would be impressed with the amount of team work in this group. "Guys?" He tried again. "Stiles! Talking!" I think they are quite literally scared OUT of their minds.
"Can we hang on just one second please?" Okay, this was funny at first but now its just getting ridiculously frustrating. "Hello!" It was almost as loud as one of his howls, but it got the desired effect. All four of the humans stopped, turning on their heels to face Stiles, who felt the unhealthy need to laugh at the look on all their faces. This really isn't the time, or place, but it was instinctual to laugh at idiots. "Okay." Stiles breathed now, glad to have everyone's attention. "Nice work. Really beautiful job everyone. Now, what should we do about the twenty foot wall of windows?!" He gestured behind him, presenting said wall. They really didn't even realize we were in the cafeteria.
The look on everyone's faces when they finally realized their whole hearted effort to block the doors was all futile, was comical but Stiles managed to bite back the amusement when Allison spoke.
"Can somebody please explain what's going on here because I am freaking out here?! And I'd like to know why." She looked desperately at Scott, wanting a plausible explanation to dispel her fears and banish the dangers she isn't sure is actually there. Stiles looked to Scott too, wondering what he was going to tell his girlfriend.
If he were being honest, he would admit that he expected Scott to sell him out. Him and his secrets. So he waited. Wondering what his best friend would do now.
When Scott couldn't find words, Stiles decided on something to say. Something to divert everyone's attention. "Somebody killed the janitor." He said. The collective gasps were understandable. "Yeah, the janitor is dead."
Allison's face twisted in a forced smile. Her voice was strained. "What is he talking about? Is this a joke?" again she turned to Scott and Stiles was forced to wait for his friend to try to explain now.
"Who killed him?" Jackson asked. Lydia seemed even more affected than either Allison or Jackson as she mumbled to herself.
"No, no, this was supposed to be over. The mountain lion, it-" but Jackson broke into her thoughts.
"Don't you get it? There wasn't a mountain lion."
"Who was it?!" Allison's voice rose in her panic, her eyes pleading for an answer from Scott's back. "What does he want? What's happening…Scott!"
Stiles stood a little bit away from the humans. Watching the play as it unraveled before him.
"I-I don't know! I- I just…if we go out there he's gonna kill us." Scott said.
"Us?" Lydia's voice when sharp and Stiles had to wince. "He's going to kill us?"
"Who?" Allison insisted, now her eyes turned to Stiles, but he was unprepared for the attention. A psychopathic werewolf out for innocent blood and me so I can join his pack and he can become strong enough to get revenge on your family for something I don't really know, but I'm sure has something to do with the Hale family house burning down years ago. He couldn't say any of that. He couldn't tell the hunter decent that he was a werewolf, it was like signing his death certificate.
When Scott spoke, Stiles almost swallowed his own tongue.
"It's Derek. Derek Hale."
Anger filled Stiles veins in place of blood, his eyes shifted and he had to look away. His claws were buried in his thighs and he struggled to breathe through the rage bubbling to the surface so quickly it was crippling. No he's not…he can't be. He can't be throwing Derek under the bus like that, he can't. But he was. And Stiles couldn't even open his mouth to speak because he knew what would come out, he knew he would growl and snarl and if his claws weren't buried in his own skin, they would be buried in Scott's chest, because this was it. This was the last straw.
Stiles didn't even bother to listen as Scott blamed Derek for everything. Laura, Garrison, the guy in the video store, the janitor, everything. And everyone believed him.
"And if we don't get out now, he's going to kill us too."
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The fury was reflected in his eyes, Stiles knew that Scott could see it. Scott was avoiding looking in his direction. With good reason. Stiles was ready to rip someone open. Anyone, the first person to speak to him. Good thing that person was Jackson.
"Call the cops." Jackson barked. Stiles was just about ready to bark back.
"No!" it was so hard to keep the growl out of his voice.
"What do you mean 'no'?"
"I mean no! Do you want to hear it in Spanish?! Nó! It's not Derek! He's not the one behind this! He was attacked outside! We watched him get taken down! We don't know who it is!" Stiles was beyond holding his tongue as he rounded on Scott. "And you! Why did you tell them that! You know what Derek has been doing for me Scott! I'm not going to let you throw him under the bus like he doesn't mean anything!"
"How do you know it's not Derek?!" Jackson advanced on Stiles. "It doesn't even matter who it was, you need to call your useless dad tell him we're at the school." The second Jackson's hand landed on his shoulder, Stiles couldn't hold it back. He threw the punch and it connected to Jackson's jaw, sending the human boy to the ground where Allison rushed for him.
Everyone's eyes turned to Stiles and he couldn't hold the growl back. "Don't touch me! Don't insult me or my dad! Don't blame everything on Derek when he's been looking for the murderer, same as us!"
He pulled his phone out and dialed 911, only to be told off for prank calling.
Next he tried his dad, only to get his voice mail.
The door rattling startled all five of them.
"Dad, we're at the school. Do you hear me dad? Come to the school. Please." Nails came off the hinges on the door, the desks and chairs rattled with every hit. "The kitchen." Stiles said as he hung up the phone. "The door in the kitchen leads to a stairwell."
"The stairwell only goes up." Scott argued.
"Up is better than here."
And once again, they were off. Into the kitchen and up the stairs to the second floor. They went through every door, looking for an unlocked door. The only one they found was the chemistry classroom. Once inside, they all struggled to quiet their panting. Everyone standing stock still while the growling beast prowled the halls.
The second the beast was far enough away, Scott turned to Jackson. "How many people can fit in your car?"
"Five. If we squeeze and someone sits in someone's lap."
Allison didn't look convinced. "Five!" She whispered, as outraged as she could. "I barely fit in the back!"
"It doesn't matter!" Stiles interrupted. "There's no getting out without drawing attention."
Scott grabbed Stiles arm and dragged him to the back of the class. "How about this." The door in the back of the class. "This leads to the roof. We can go down the fire escape and get into the parking lot in seconds."
Stiles felt a rise in hope, right before no noticed exactly what locked the door. "That's a dead-bolt." Stiles pointed out, but Scott only took seconds to answer.
"The janitor has a key."
Stiles wanted to scowl but he sucked it in. "You mean his body has it."
"You can get it." Scott said, a little desperately. "You can find them by scent. By blood."
"Well that sounds like a terrible idea what else you got?" Stiles wanted to throttle Scott.
"Fine then. I'll get the key." Scott went to push past Stiles, but Stiles stopped him.
"Scott, you won't even know where to look. It's a bad idea! You're human Scott that out there is an Alpha. He's going to kill you and eat you for a late dinner if you don't come to your sense."
"What else are we going to do Stiles?!" Scott's eyes were hard and Stiles cursed himself.
"Fine. I'll get the key." He said loud enough for the whole room to hear. Allison was the first to protest.
"Wait, are you sure about that?"
"Someone has to get the key for us to get out of here." Stiles insisted, pushing Scott towards Allison so they clung to each other. "I've got nothing to lose, not like I got some cute girl to protect or nothing." It was a joke, but Stiles mind went instantly to Derek. Derek who couldn't be dead. Derek who couldn't have died without hearing about what Stiles really felt for him.
"You can't go out there unarmed!" Allison insisted. Stiles wanted to argue but Scott grabbed the long pointer from the chalk board. The pointing white glove on the end looking ridiculous enough to make Stiles roll his eyes as he takes it from Scott.
"What?" Scott argues. "It's better than nothing."
"Well there's got to be something else." Stiles insisted, because with claws or without them, Stiles wanted a weapon. Anything.
"There is." Lydia spoke up for the first time in a long time. Everyone looked at her in confusion when she gestured to the chemicals on the shelf by the door.
"What are we going to do? Throw acid on him?" Stiles growled.
"No." Lydia said, her snobbish attitude coming back full force. "Like a fire bomb. In there is everything you need to make a self-igniting molotov cocktail." And there it was. The deep intellect that Lydia hid from the world. The one that only Stiles recognized a long time ago.
"A self-igniting…" Stiles prompted.
"Molotov. Cocktail." Lydia said in annoyance. Everyone looked at her in surprise except for Stiles, who smirked a bit before shaking his head. "What." Lydia said off handedly. "I read it somewhere."
It didn't take her long to make it either and everyone watched as Jackson handed her each ingredient.
"Lock the door behind me." Stiles sighed as he pulled the door open and left. Before he was gone, he saw Allison hide her face in Scott's shirt, shaking her head as if denying any of this was happening. He felt just a little better when she heard her whisper. "This isn't right. We shouldn't be letting him go out there, whoever it is has already killed four people."
And then the door closed and locked behind him and he was left standing in a dark hallway completely alone hold a self-igniting Molotov cocktail.
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The scent of blood lead Stiles straight to the gym. The janitor's body was there, hanging from wires behind the pull out benches. It took a bit of climbing and struggling to grab the keys, and that was with the threat of the bleachers closing in on him and cutting him to pieces.
When he rushed out of the bleachers, he was face to face with the Alpha.
"Come get me." Stiles whispered as he tossed the fire bomb at the large wolf. When it didn't ignite, Stiles wasn't surprised. He had watched Lydia prepare it, had watched Jackson hand her the wrong ingredient. Well, that asshole just took the term 'asshole' to a new level.
The Alpha's first move was a grab for Stiles' ankle, but he saw it coming. With solid hands on the Alpha's lowered shoulders, Stiles flipped and landed behind the large foreboding wolf.
This isn't Derek. I'm not afraid to hurt him. He hurt Derek, possibly killed Derek. Don't hesitate Stiles. Don't hold back. It was Stiles' turn to rush in.
A solid hit to the Alpha's back had the bigger wolf stumbling forward on all fours, but Stiles didn't stop. A kick to the side sent the beast sprawling. He would putting all of his anger into this moment. All of the times he has held back from hurting one of his friends, he is now getting the chance to let it out.
Before he even realized it, he was wolfed out, his claws, fangs, eyes, and the hair all over his face. He focused his mind on Derek. Watching Derek throw his head back and howl, watching the man smile and play along to his I Spy game, hearing the laugh that was so rare it was beautiful. Derek had to still be alive, Stiles needed to tell him everything, needed to lay his feelings out in the opening. As it was, all of his feelings were bubbling up inside him and turning into hatred, loathing, and anger. When he drew blood from the Alpha, he howled, so loud and strong that it shook the building. It was cut short though when the Alpha slammed into him, dropping Stiles to the ground before it growled in his face and let loose his own howl.
And just like that, the Alpha was gone and Stiles was withering in agony. His bones were on fire, his skin was rough and itchy like sand paper. His teeth ached and he couldn't stop the screams that poured from his mouth like water. Slowly his mind came undone. He was losing himself, he was losing to the wolf, to his instinct.
No! I have to tell him! I have to tell Derek! I can't lose control! I can't keep these feelings bottled up! Derek! Derek! DEREK!
"Derek!"
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The roar was so loud it invaded his mind, cut through his nightmares until he was conscious.
Slowly, Derek sat up, the tender spot on his back and his chest telling him that he had healed, but not completely. It didn't matter. Stiles. That had been Stiles' voice right? That desperate, painful roar. Slowly, Derek got to his feet. He could smell the Alpha and blood. His own and not his own, but he wasn't sure where each scent was. He was still disoriented. It didn't matter though. Stiles called him.
Staggering a bit, he noticed where he was. The front of the school. Slowly he remembered the events that led up to him laying here almost drowning in his own blood. Scott's stupid idea, howling with Stiles, and the Alpha's attack from behind. For how long had he been out? From the healing of his wound, a little over an hour.
Stiles has been faced with the Alpha for a little over and hour?
Slowly, Derek made his way into the school. His sense were all over the place, not all of them working on his command, but he followed his instincts, knowing they would take him to Stiles.
Wincing with every step and holding a hand to his chest while he went up the main staircase, Derek finally heard it. The hard breathing and the rapidly beating heart. Stiles had heard him too.
"Stiles!" Derek's voice broke, but he didn't stop, kept going towards the animal he knew as his friend, as the person he loved. "Stiles where are you?"
Before he could react, something came at him like a bullet, taking him down hard. The back of his skull hit the tile floors with a crack and Derek's eyes lost focus, but he felt the claws digging into his arms.
"D-Der-rek." Stiles had hardly managed to get the words out, but that was okay. He could talk, Stiles knew who Derek was.
"Yeah pup. It's me. It's Derek. Come on pup, regain control. I know you can." Actually, Derek had no idea if Stiles could or not. For a wolf this far gone, only an anchor could get him back. Derek didn't know if Stiles had found his anchor yet or not, but he was about to find out. "Come on pup. What're you thinking about?"
Derek winced when Stiles' hands tightened around his arms, the claws digging in deeper.
"D-Derek." Stiles repeated again, whimpering almost. He smelt the tears before he saw them, and suddenly the grip on his arms was gone. Stiles had backed away, throwing himself off of Derek like he was on fire. "Derek!"
Stiles was crying now, the crystal tears rolling down his face rapidly as Stiles tried to blink them away. The hair was disappearing, the fangs too, but the eyes still glowed a shining yellow. "Stiles." Derek called back as he sat up again, staying on the floor for a while longer.
The younger wolf fell to his knees before he started to crawl slowly towards Derek's form. "I thought you were…" The words broke off, the sentence unfinished as another one started. "The Alpha he…I didn't think that you…I thought I lost…I wouldn't get to say…Derek…"
It was actually sort of cute how Stiles couldn't even get one sentence out, but that thought quickly fell away as Derek felt Stiles' hands come up to his face.
Stiles' hands were rough, callous from lacrosse littered the top pads of his palms and Derek could feel every inch of it run across his scruffy face.
"Derek." Stiles chocked out again, like he couldn't believe it.
And then Stiles did something Derek would have never imaged he'd do. He lunged forward, his lips colliding with Derek's almost violently in their desperation to be together. Stiles tears, the disorientation, and the suddenness of the kiss didn't stop Derek from responding though. He'd waited for this for a while now, dreamed of it really, and here he was, Stiles practically in his lap, cupping his face and kissing him. He wasn't about to squander this amazing opportunity no matter what.
Derek's hand came up of its own accord, settling at the back of Stiles' head and pulling the younger wolf closer as he took control of the kiss. He moved his lips, pulling back a bit only to dive back in for another kiss. Little kisses, one after the other fell on his lips until he started to receive them with a slightly opened mouth, something Stiles couldn't ignore.
Soon, Derek's tongue found its way into Stiles' mouth. Rubbing together erotically before the boys pulled back to drive back in.
The only thing that halted both boys where they sat was the sound of the police sirens.
It broke whatever spell had caught them.
"Crap! My dad!" Stiles cursed as he scrambled up, offering a hand down to help Derek. When Derek took it, a shiver shot up Stiles' spine and Derek couldn't help but notice.
"The Alpha's gone. His scent is everywhere though." Derek spoke up, a slight smirk on his kiss swollen lips. This made Stiles' face pale.
"Derek, Scott told them it was you." Stiles said, quickly and frantically. "They're all going to tell the police Derek! You have to leave! Now! They can't catch you here, you're already healed but there's a hole on your shirt and jacket! Derek, everyone in that room is going to blame it on you and you can't be here when the police comes in."
Derek allowed a look of confusion to pass his face quickly, before it hardened again and he nodded. Without waiting for an invitation, Derek stepped forward into Stiles' personal space and kissed him one more time. An innocent press of lips that warmed Stiles all over. "We are going to talk about this." Derek edged, before moving away and taking off down the hallway.
Stiles stood there for a moment, a slight grin on his face. I hope this means he likes me too, because those kisses could quickly become very very addictive.
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"And you're sure it was Derek."
Sheriff Stilinski walked ahead of them as Stiles and Scott stared at each other.
"Yes."
"No!"
The sheriff looked back at them both. "You might want to start telling the truth here boys because if it was Derek, a warrant will be out for his arrest."
When Scott opened his mouth, Stiles growled at him, his glare icy hot. "It wasn't Derek. We don't know who it was, but it wasn't Derek." Stiles answered once Scott shut his mouth.
John's eyes instantly met his son's. "How do you know it wasn't Derek, if you don't know who it was Stiles."
Stiles frowned. "Look dad, it wasn't Derek. I don't want to convict an innocent man."
"What about the janitor?" Scott asked.
"We haven't found him yet." The sheriff answered tiredly.
"Did you check the bleachers? In the gym? Under them?" Stiles prompted. John nodded, waving his hand around as he spoke.
"Yes. We pulled them out just like you asked."
But there was nothing there. That part was left unsaid. "I'm not making this up." Stiles insisted. John just nodded.
"I know you're not Stiles, I believe you."
"No you don't." Stiles pushed further, he didn't even need to listen to his dad's heart to know that.
"Listen, we're going to search this whole school. We're going to find him. Okay? I promise." This time, John spoke to both of them, looking them each in the eyes for a long moment before being called away.
"I can't believe we survived." Scott breathed after John was gone. Stiles didn't say anything at first, before he shook his head.
"Scott, he's a wolf. He walked right by us in that class room. You don't think he knew exactly where we were?"
Scott looked confused. "Well then why are we still alive? He could have just killed us all."
"That's the point Scott. I don't think he wanted to kill us all."
"Then what did he want Stiles? Why did he call Allison there?"
Stiles shook his head again and sighed before he told Scott what had been in his mind since the cops showed up. "Scott. I think he wants me to do it. He wants me in his pack, but the only way he can have me, is if I get rid of my old pack."
"What do you mean, your old pack?" Scott asked.
Stiles rolled his eyes, trying not to look at Scott at all. "Lydia. Jackson. Allison…you."
Realization lit Scott's eyes before they darkened again. "The Alpha doesn't want to kill us." Scott stated.
"He wants me to do it." Stiles finished. "But that's not even the worst part! When he made me Shift Scott, I wanted to do it! I was going after you! I was going to kill you! Do you know what saved your ass?"
Scott didn't speak, only stared at Stiles until he spoke. "Derek. Derek came, and he grounded me, he kept me from ripping all of you to pieces, and you just want to sell him out like he means nothing."
"Derek's alive?" Scott's eyes widened and fear sprang in his scent and Stiles wanted to punch Scott.
"Yeah Scott. Derek's alive."
There was a moment of silence before Scott's wondering eyes caught sight of an unsuspecting person. Deaton sat on the back of an ambulance, and EMT treating the wounds that Derek had inflicted before this hellish night even began.
Stiles and Scott walked up to him and talked. Deaton seemed so normal, nothing like the Alpha.
And then Scott went to Allison.
Stiles heard it. He didn't want to, he didn't even mean to, but he heard it and he couldn't stop himself from wincing when the final words left Allison's mouth.
"Please don't call."
Guilt crept inside Stiles stomach before he even noticed it. You're the reason the relationship started, and now you are the reason it's over. Way to go Stiles.