Stiles The Teen Wolf
Episode Eleven: Formality

Stiles wanted to throw up.

He knew he'd been shot, the wolf's bane had seemed to burn him from the inside out. He truly knew now what Derek had gone through when the bigger wolf had been shot. Still, the wound had been treated, he had felt hands work the wound closed and he'd feel the healing even while he was fading in and out of awareness. This pain was different.

Shock after shock rocked his body but he wasn't thrashing, wasn't even waking up from his sleep. A voice curled around his ears but it was female. A woman couldn't have carried him, a woman couldn't have healed him so where was he? Why was the electricity running through his body, the pain hitting his nerves, the voice graining his mind?

A good hour went by like this. Pain booming every couple of minutes. He could hear the growling and the howling of another wolf, of Derek. Derek… The bigger wolf was in pain sure, Stiles wasn't sure how he knew, but he was certain. Derek, he needed to find Derek! He'd left the other wolf behind, left him to the hunters. They were torturing him. Stiles knew it, it was thrumming within the bond he shared with Derek. Whatever they were, they were pack and Stiles could feel the weakening of Derek's consciousness. He would lose his pack, he would lose Derek if he didn't do something.

Do something!

"Derek!"

His eyes snapped open and his fangs bared as he bolted up with a growl. Instantly he recognized the place where he'd almost amputated Derek's arm. The clinic, he was in Scott's work place.

Stiles didn't hesitate to attempt to stand, his mind repeating the name 'Derek, Derek, Derek, Derek' with every beat of his heart. He couldn't hold himself up though as his feet met the floor and his legs wobbled with his weight.

"Welcome to the land of the conscious." He heard Deaton's voice call before a hand settled on his shoulder. "Maybe you should sit down." Deaton's hand touched Stiles bare chest and Stiles looked down with a snarl.

"What are you?" Stiles asked through clenched teeth. His instincts were screaming at him to get out, to find Derek. To be honest, he was only slightly unnerved that Deaton had cared for his wound and apparently knew about werewolves if his lack of fear and confusion were anything to go by.

Deaton never got the chance to answer as the bell for the front door chimed. Instantly Stiles could smell who it was. Peter.

He was frozen in place as Deaton looked from him to the open door way leading to the front entrance in confusion. The vet didn't linger though, he instantly but carefully walked out to stand behind the reception desk, face to face with the newly healed Peter Hale. Stiles could feel the fear curl inside him as he backed away towards the corner of the room. Deaton didn't know who Peter was, he could let Peter in. Stiles couldn't take Peter on, not without Derek, not without his pack.

"I'm sorry, but we're closed." Deaton sounded pleasant to Stiles ears, but his smell was all edgy. Stiles could feel himself relaxing a bit but he didn't move from his little corner.

"Hi." Peter's voice was almost friendly and it made Stiles flinch. "I'm here to pick up."

"I'm not sure I remember you dropping off." Deaton countered easily. Instantly he knew that Deaton wouldn't let Peter come to the back room. Not willingly at least.

"This one wondered in on its own." Peter said, sounding far less friendly. Stiles didn't know what to do. Deaton was human…or was he? Whatever Deaton was he didn't know Peter was a werewolf, he wouldn't be able to protect himself and Stiles had to keep Peter from killing more people. But should he go out there and face Peter? Hurt and without Derek. Deaton was dead anyways.

"Shit…" Stiles thumped his head against the wall as he stayed where he was, listening to the two man fight a Cold War.

Stiles was surprised by the term 'Mountain Ash', and the sounds of a chair being thrown but Deaton not smelling of fear. Deaton actually sounded confident as he told Peter to leave one final time. Stiles felt like cheering as he strained his hearing to listen to Peter's retreat. The dread quickly replaced his cheer as Peter spoke before he left, knowing that Stiles would hear it.

"There are others who can help me get what I want Stiles. More innocent and far more vulnerable."

"Scott.." Stiles breathed out in alarm as he rose from his crouch, digging in his pockets for his phone, except he didn't have it. Screw it, he need to get to Scott quickly. He couldn't waist time looking for a phone when Peter was threatening Scott and Derek taken by hunters.

"Deaton, man. I'd love to stay, but I have to jet, got stuff to do, ya' know. So just…bill me for the…work, you did and I'll-"

Deaton stopped Stiles with a shake of his hand and a hand on Stiles' still bare chest. What was with this guy and touching? No one but his dad, Derek and Scott really touch Stiles and he was beginning to feel extreme annoyance at having the man's scent on him. He already had enough of that from when the vet was tending to his bullet wound.

"Not yet." Deaton insisted. "He could still be out there."

Stiles glared and shook his head. "He's not, I can't hear him. Look Deaton, I know you're a vet and everything and you're not really normal yourself, but my best friend is in danger and I'd like to get to him before the vindictive psychopath who turned my life into a Tuesday night Horror Movie does." Removing Deaton's hand from his chest, Stiles made his way past him paying no mind to the question the man shot at his back.

He ran all the way to Scott's, almost collapsing in relief when he saw his own car outside. That's right, he'd left his car in the middle of the road after interrupting Peter and Ms. McCall's 'date'. Stiles shivered involuntarily at the thought before making his way into the house uninvited. Vampires got nothing on Werewolves. Seriously, someone should teach the girl from Twilight how to pick her men. Not only did she pick the cold one, but it wasn't like the Vampire was all that nice either. And a dependent relationship like theirs was just unhealthy. – Stiles cut away from his thoughts when he spotted Scott on the couch eating cereal.

"Oh thank god…" Stiles breathed making Scott started and turn around sharply.

"Holy shit dude can you just not do that crap anymore?!" Scott scowled before standing up to put his half-full bowl of cereal on the counter. "Why'd you never tell me about Derek?" He still in front of Stiles with his hands crossed over his chest and a hard glare on his face. Stiles was, unsurprisingly, flabbergasted.

"W-what?" He stuttered and that right there was Scott's opening.

"You told me you were over Lydia. You said you might be bi, you weren't sure, but never once did you tell me you and Derek Hale were dating." Scott didn't back down and Stiles could smell the slightest hint of anger and betrayal on the boy.

"We aren't….we aren't really-"

"You were kissing him Stiles!" Scott called out accusingly. Stiles flinched and shot his best friend his own glare.

"Who the hell told you that?"

"Jackson called me yesterday. Said he owed you a favor for saving him and told me you were shot. I called your phone and Deaton picked up." Scott answered honestly, keeping to the minimal.

Stiles huffed and cursed Jackson under his breath before looking Scott in the eye and crossing his own arms. "We aren't dating. We haven't even…we haven't talked about it." He looked away as he admitted this. "We promised we would…talk after everything with the Alpha was resolved." Stiles frowned as he was reminded again that Peter would be coming for his friend…maybe even his dad and Derek was captured by the hunters. "Look Scott, I didn't tell you because I knew you'd handle it like you've handled everything else from the very beginning. Poorly. Derek and I haven't even defined this thing yet, and there are much more important things to take care of."

Scott spent a long moment looking pensive before he let his arms drop and his head hang. "Okay, okay. I believe you. What happened anyways? Jackson said Derek was about to kill him but then hunters came and you were shot. He didn't know anything else."

Stiles nodded before he turned and started to climb the stairs, headed for Scott's room.

"Derek was captured by the Hunters. He went out into the hail of gunfire so that I had the time to get away."

Scott's brows furrowed as he opened the door for the both of them. Sitting down on his bed as Stiles pulled out the computer chair and straddled it. "I'm sorry to say this man, but that doesn't sound like Derek was captured. That sounds like Derek's dead."

Stiles snarled before shaking his head. "No. He's not dead. I can feel it, I haven't lost my pack yet. Besides, the hunters want Derek to lead them to the Alpha. They need him alive for that."

Scott nodded and smiled a bit. "Okay see, Derek's alive. So just let them do what they will and they'll take down Peter for you."

Stiles growled low and flashed his eyes at Scott, frowning further when the boy recoiled back. "I'm not leaving Derek to be tortured Scott!" Stiles exclaimed before sliding the computer chair back and hitting his head against the closed door. "Besides, Peter is going to start going after other people, turning other people. He said that I wasn't the only one who could help him…he's threatening everyone Scott. You, my dad, anyone and everyone in this town and I can't take Peter or protect this town on my own. We need to find Derek before Peter does."

"Stiles who says Derek is going to protect anyone. He was going to kill Jackson, he joined Peter's side Stiles. Even if you find him he won't-" Scott insisted before Stiles interrupted him.

"He wasn't going to kill anyone." Stiles forced out slowly. "And I am not going to let my pack die."

"He's not your pack Stiles. He helped you out a little, that doesn't mean anything. He hasn't even defined what kind of relationship you two have, obviously you aren't important to him, can't you just think of letting him die? For me?" Scott was whining now and Stiles wanted to rip his to pieces but he was distracted by the squeaking of breaks outside.

"Your mom just got home." Stiles said as he strained to listen to Mellissa outside. She was on the phone obviously leaving a message to Peter about the ruined date. Stiles could feel his inside turning in regret and guilt and empathy.

"Is she okay? What's she doing?" Scott asked looking worried and curious. Stiles didn't really know how to answer, but he didn't want to lie.

"Crying…" He admitted.

They looked at each other sadly as Stiles listen to the strong woman outside belittle herself and cry softly.

"Why did he go after my mom?" Scott asked softly, feeling anger and guilt for ruining her first date in years. He hated Peter more and more for this.

Stiles took a deep breath before letting it out slowly. "If he was planning on going after you to get me to join his pack, he needed to get you to join too. I think he'd figure you would fold easier if your mom was already his."

Scott closed his eyes and fell back into the bed, pressing the heals of his hands against his eyes hard. He looked stressed and worn out and Stiles felt guilty.

"I'm trying…" Stiles whispered uneasily. "I'm really trying to protect everyone Scott. But I can't do it by myself."

"What about Allison?" Scott asked after a while. Stiles looked up and frowned.

"What about Allison?" Stiles shot back.

"What about her Stiles. If Peter would go through my mom to get to me and then you, what about Allison? She's a Hunter's daughter and my…Would he go after her?"

Stiles shrugged a bit, not really knowing the answer to that. "I guess so. Peter he…he thinks that it was the Argents. I saw it when he dug his claws into my neck, he wants revenge against everyone who was a part in the Hale fire and the Argents seem to be big players."

Scott's eyes widened and he looked startled. "Then what if the person he was planning to use to find Derek isn't me…but Allison?"

Stiles looked at his skeptical but Scott didn't give him a chance to speak as he stood up and started pacing. "She's in danger…" Scott said quietly. Stiles rolled his eyes and looked down at his hands. God Derek…Where are you? He needed Derek…he needed his mat-…his Pack.

A word scratched at the edge of his mind, a word he wasn't familiar with but one that pressed into him unconsciously. It didn't matter, it wasn't important. What was important was keeping everyone safe. Yes…even Allison Argent.

"Okay Scott, come here. We're going to make a plan." Stiles pulled on Scott's hand and together they came up with a way to find Derek and protect Allison. A way to hopefully save everyone. If he and Derek couldn't do it themselves, then they would get some help.

Stiles told Scott everything he thought he knew and gave him layouts to follow in case of certain events. It wasn't their best work, but it would hold up to scrutiny if things got dicey. But it all depended on the Honor of a Hunter's code.

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With no clues to Derek's whereabouts, Stiles resigned himself to making an appearance at school and putting the pieces together himself. He wasn't expecting to be bombarded by Scott in the locker room though.

"I can't go to the Formal." Scott looked on the edge of panic and Stiles wanted to bang his head against the lockers until he inflicted brain damage, but he'd heal too fast.

"Scott, you were supposed to watch Allison while I looked for Derek!" Stiles hissed.

"I know, I know." Scott closed his eyes. "But I'm failing three classes. Coach said it was either the formal or the team and he wasn't going to let me quit the team."

Stiles flailed in disbelief as their plan fell apart before it was even fully formed.

Scott shocked him when the human's eyes popped open and he looked open mouthed at Stiles. "Jackson!" Scott exclaimed.

In seconds he and Scott were standing in front of Jackson, asking for a favor.

"You want me to take her to the Formal?" Jackson looked about as confused as Stiles felt. Everything was getting tangled up and he didn't even have Derek to help him sort it out. Instead he had Scott, who's only real worry lie with Allison Argent and his mother. Why had he ever thought that Scott would actually help him?

"I don't want you to. I need you to." Scott admitted. Stiles just leaned against the lockers and crossed his arm over is chest. He knew how this was going to end one way or the other.

"Screw you." Jackson responded. "You know what, screw you two." The arrogant human boy pointed to both Stiles and Scott with his middle and pointer finger. "In fact, screw each other." He looked straight at Stiles as he said that last word and Stiles felt himself bristling.

"I saved your life Whittemore, but that doesn't mean I won't end it." It was an empty threat, but Jackson didn't need to know that. Still, the human didn't even bother looking worried.

"You left me for dead." Jackson argued.

"I got shot for you." Stiles insisted.

"Oh yeah." The human goaded. "Show me the bullet wound."

"It healed you dick, every wound I get heals because you know what I am?" Stiles let his eyes flash and bared his sharp fangs at Jackson who took a step back. Stiles smelled the fear but Jackson did a good job hiding it.

Scott put a hand on Stiles chest and gave him a look before turning back to Jackson. "Look, just do it for Allison. She is in serious danger. Like around the clock danger and she needs someone to keep an eye on her at the dance."

Jackson faltered for only a moment before his resolve rose again. "You know what, just have her dad do it. He's the one actually equipped to handle this."

Stiles surged forward and snarled. "How are we supposed to do that and keep him from finding out about me?" It wasn't a question, it was a point, but it didn't matter. Jackson wasn't backing down.

"Not my problem." Jackson answered as he made a move to walk past Scott. Stiles was honestly reaching his breaking point, he was surprised though when Scott slammed his hand against the locker to stop Jackson.

"You're her friend too." Scott glared. "You are. All that time that you spent with her to get to me, you can't tell me that you didn't get to know her and like her. It's Allison. It's impossible not to like her." Stiles would disagree except that Jackson actually looked like he agreed with it so he kept silent as Scott kept going. "You can't tell me that you wouldn't care if she got hurt."

Jackson shook his head and shrugged. "What if I get hurt?"

Scott sighed. "Then it's worth it."

Oh! Wrong thing to say. Stiles thought as Jackson seemed to close down all over again.

"Not to me."

And Stiles has had enough.

When Jackson went to get past them, Stiles' hand shot out and grabbed his collar. He didn't just flash his eyes this time, he allowed the bright yellow color to seep in and stay as he dropped his fangs to their full length and even let his claws out for good measure.

Jackson's resolve didn't last nearly as long against that argument.

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Things went worse than expected when Allison insisted on Lydia asking Stiles to the formal. Stiles wasn't even expecting to go, but he wasn't going to say 'no' to Lydia. Still, he needed to find Derek before Peter found him and before the hunters killed him.

Stiles could feel the pain like a dull ache in the back of his head now, not nearly as extreme when he is conscious. Derek wasn't being treated like a king, that's for sure, but Stiles couldn't track him down and he was starting to panic. Peter was popping up everywhere Scott went, and Scott was everywhere Allison was trying to watch over her. So Stiles still wasn't sure which one was his target. Things were starting to cave in quickly, but the worse was being away from Derek…

Taking care of his friends, preparing for a winter Formal that he didn't even want to go to, dress shopping with two girls like everything was okay…Stiles wanted to cry or kill, and he wasn't sure which one would win.

"Look Lydia, can you just pick one. This isn't a Twenty-four hour Macy's." He was getting annoyed quickly with the human girl treating him like a slave. He tried to be nice at first, following along like a dog, but then the dull ache started, the pain that told them that Derek was being tortured and he wasn't talking.

The strawberry blond genius took one glance at him and frowned before she put the dresses in her arms down on the chair outside of the changing rooms.

"Alright. Spill. What's wrong with you?" Lydia crossed her arms over his chest and stared at him like she expected something. It made Stiles bristle

"I don't know what you're talking about." He stated, not looking her in the eye. Maybe that was his first mistake.

"You aren't looking at me like you used to." She made the observation aloud, not caring is Stiles heard her or not. "You aren't falling all over yourself to impress me or get my attention. Either you are satisfied now and don't like me…or you've found somebody else."

Stiles tried to remain calm, but the stress and worry were eating him up. He pressed his lips and looked away, keeping his growl in his throat. Lydia watch all this with a critical eye.

"Who is she? Is she better looking than me? That why you like her?"

Stiles furrowed his brows and debated this for a second. Lydia was loyal, but she was the queen of gossip. Whatever Stiles said to her had the potential to become public knowledge. Was he okay with that? He didn't have to name names, and he honestly wanted to talk, it was unusual for Stiles to keep a secret, not that he couldn't, but that most of the time he wants to let it out. He'd told Scott of course, and Jackson knows…but Lydia…Could he tell her?

"I see the gears in your head working. If you don't want to tell me, fine. But if you tell me I won't go out telling everyone. Allison's making me go to Formal with you because she thinks you are still obsessed with me. It'd be nice to know if you aren't." Lydia went back to looking through her dresses, acting uninterested, but Stiles could hear her heart beating in anticipation of some juicy secret and the scent of her curiosity. She'd never cared about him before, but she knew him.

Even if he didn't love her like he had before, he wanted her as a friend. He always sort of had.

"Fine." He said. "I'm not. Obsessed with you I mean, not anymore. I…you're right. I sort of found someone knew." Stiles needed to decide how far into this he would go. How much he would tell. He actually managed a smile though when Lydia set everything down and turned to listen to his every word.

"We're….in a relationship I guess, but it's never been defined. We both have a lot of things on our plate right now and we mutually agreed that this…thing we have would be put in the back burner until everything was back to normal." He looked away as he thought about Derek. The pain had stopped for a few minutes, probably interrogation, but he knew it would start again soon. He honestly wasn't sure how much punishment Derek could take and his insides curled into a ball at the thought of his mate…Pack-mate. Yeah Pack-mate in pain.

Lydia's eyes narrowed and she crossed her arms against her chest again, holding one hand against her mouth. "We…you never say 'she' or 'her'. It's like you're avoiding it." Her eyes are shining and Stiles already knows that she knows.

He sighed and let his head fall before he bobbed it up and down. "Yup, it's what you think. We…I mean…he is a…well he." Stiles blushed and brought a hand up to scratch at the back of his head, he knew he was acting stupid, but this wasn't Scott who wouldn't care or even his dad who…didn't even know anything. This was Lydia, a girl he was in love with just a few months or so ago.

Lydia though, was smiling. Wide and fierce but no mocking. Not judging him. Of course not. Her boyfriend's best friend is Danny…

"Who is he? Is it Danny? I didn't know Danny had a boyfriend he never mentioned you or talked about you…" She was in deep thought again, but Stiles couldn't hold back the bark of laughter that was a bit too loud for the changing room at Macy's.

She looked at him with her eyebrows drawn together, waiting for the explanation she no doubt expected to come. Stiles rolled his eyes but he was smiling. Gossiping like a girl, god he felt so gay it wasn't even funny.

"No, it's not Danny. He's older than us." Stiles wasn't about to tell her that the obsession he had with her got transferred to Derek Hale, a suspect in the murders of his sister and everyone related to the Hale House Fire. He really should have thought before he spoke though.

Lydia's eyes went wide and she put a hand over his open mouth. "Is he married?" She asked, now looking very judgmental. Stiles snorted at picturing Derek married. That bad-boy look would not last long with kids that's for sure.

"No Lydis, he's not married. He's like early twenties." Actually, now that he thought about it, he didn't even know how old Derek was. "He's not a creeper, or a murderer, or a pedophile, or a cradle-robber. We haven't done anything, not really. We've just kissed and held hands and-" Beat the shit out of each other… he finished in his mind. Lydia didn't look convinced though.

"So what's so great about him? Is he loaded? Good looking? What? What made you choose him over me?" She was honestly curious, that was in her every move, but Stiles was surprised to smell the spicy rise of jealousy in her. Was it because she lost a faithful servant or did she ever really care?

Stiles shook his head of those thoughts and turned his mind's eye to Derek. He started to speak without noticing.

"He's good looking alright. Rough and bad-boy with scruff on his face and a perpetual glare. He didn't smile very often, not when we first met but things have changed a lot since then. He helped me when I needed the help and we sort of bonded. He's lost a lot in his life and it made him cold and distant but he's not…really that way." Stiles held his hands up and shrugged. He didn't know how else to explain Derek. "I don't know about the money, but he's smart. He's not a genius but he's hearts in the right place. He's loyal, almost to the point of self-harm." He winced as he thought about Derek joining Peter. "But no matter what he does, he does it because he thinks it's the right thing to do."

As he talked, Lydia stared, looking from one eye to the other and then down to his mouth, watching his hands flail as he searched for the right words. She was analyzing not only his words but his actions, and Stiles knew what outcome she would arrive at. He wasn't surprised when she spoke, cutting over his ranting.

"You love him."

Hearing the words out loud, spoken by someone other than himself, someone who didn't even know everything but could see that one fact plainly, it did sort of startle Stiles into silence. Lydia only stared as he did that too.

It took a while before he nodded his head slowly, looking her in the eyes with a soft smile.

She smiled back, for a second it was in understanding, before the understanding was gone and she was back to her dresses. "Go find Allison. She needs to try this one, its perfect for her skin."

Stiles took a moment to watch her as she messed with the dresses she was going to try out and the ones she would make Allison try out. For a moment he felt a warmth invade his heart. A warmth he'd felt towards her before but one that felt so much different now. He'd talked to her about Derek…and she understood. Not even Scott understood, even though he knew the whole situation.

With a rueful shake of his head, Stiles walked away to go find Allison, only to catch the scent of Peter as he came closer.

"You're not here alone are you? Shopping for dresses with friends."

Allison! Stiles rushed a little faster towards the awkward conversation, passing by Scott who was panicking behind a manikin display looking at Peter and Allison with worry. The second he saw Stiles, he relaxed. "Go! I didn't know what to do to get her away, I wasn't even supposed to be here!" Scott whispered. It was true, Allison had asked Stiles to come alone, specifically requesting that he not bring Scott. To be fair, he didn't bring Scott, he just told him about it.

"Hey! Allison!" Stiles forced a wide smile as he interrupted the werewolf and his prey. Peter's smile was more of a pleasant smirk and Stiles wanted to punch him. "Come on, Lydia found some dresses for you to try out." He grabbed her hand without hesitation, looking Peter in the eye and growled low before quickly pulling the confused but grateful girl along.

As they walked away, Stiles heard Peter laugh, mocking him in a tone only his werewolf ears could catch.

"Your lucks going to run out eventually Stiles…"

It was true…and they both knew it.

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That luck run out the second Jackson did.

The Formal brought with it the return of Allison and Scott's relationship but it also brought the destruction of everything else. Maybe even the very relationship it was trying to save.

"Don't hurt her."

Stiles growled low as his eyes flashed. Face to face with Peter as they both crouched over Lydia.

"Then tell me where Derek is." Peter countered, smirking at the beta he created with Lydia's blood on his lips. Stiles was going to be sick. The smell of her blood hung in the air like rain clouds. Peter had bitten her.

"If I knew where Derek was I would have found him myself." Stiles bit out, trying to reign himself in before he did something that caused both his and Lydia's deaths.

"Oh, very true little beta. You care about my nephew don't you." It wasn't a question but it made Stiles' stomach drop. Peter knew. "That care could lead us right to him. You can sense it can't you, his pain, his presence."

"We're pack." Stiles argued, but Peter's cruel smile shut him up.

"You two are more than pack. It's no wonder Derek didn't tell you. You're so young, you've got your whole life to go looking. It's too bad really, that you two haven't cemented the bond." Peter paused to look down at Lydia. "This one will be a fine addition to the pack though, don't you think Stiles? Such a pretty werewolf. Maybe I'll turn the Argent girl next, or maybe you'd like to have your friend with you? What was his name? Scott?"

Stiles didn't know what came over him, but he howled into the air and slammed into Peter, catching the older wolf by surprise enough to get him away from Lydia. He wouldn't be as fast as the Alpha, not with Lydia's weight on his back, but that was fine, he just needed her safe.

He grabbed her and took off, not stopping when he heard the enraged roar of Peter as the man transformed and raced after him. He was fast in his beta form, faster than Derek but maybe not faster than Peter.

As he kept running, Stiles howled, the sound weakened when he couldn't hold onto it. It didn't matter, reinforcements came either way.

The growl that followed wasn't wolf, it was a car's engine. The hunters Jackson had talked to were here.

Peter didn't run, not right away. The large mass of the Alpha's form slammed into his back, claws ripping at his side brutally as he flew forward, trying to hold onto Lydia as he used his body to cushion her fall. After that Peter ran, but he ran in the direction of the school.

"S-Scott!" Stiles yelled as his voice staggered on him. He laid Lydia down as the hunters came closer. When the cars stopped and doors opened and shut, Stiles looked up to Chris Argent staring at him with a gun aimed at his head.

"I'm surprised. I honestly thought the wolf was Scott. I didn't expect you Stiles."

Stiles didn't answer. He looked down at Lydia, checking her for injuries, but all there was was the bite Peter had dealt. Stiles looked up and glared. "I don't care if you kill me." Stiles grit out. "But I'm going to save my friends."

Without hesitation, Stiles charged forward, straight at Argent who took several steps back but didn't shoot. If Stiles dodged, the bullet would hit Lydia. Stiles didn't care, he knew Argent wouldn't shoot. Despite what he did, Argent wasn't a killer. He didn't know why he thought so, but he did. So instead of charging the hunter, Stiles pivoted around him, running at full speed into the woods before the hunters even started shooting. He needed to find Derek, he couldn't do this alone.

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The howl startled both Scott and Allison as they stood by two school buses. Allison gasped and pressed herself against Scott, looking around herself wildly.

"Allison!" Scott called as he tried to pull her back towards the school. He knew who it was, but a howl from Stiles could only mean trouble. He was surprised when Allison spoke up.

"Derek? But, but how did he get out? We-" She cut herself off as she looked at Scott. He stared at her in disbelief and surprise. She knew.

"How do you know about Derek?" It really wasn't the time for the question but he didn't care. If she knew about Derek than did she know about Stiles?

"I..I-" Allison didn't get the chance to answer, the growl of an animal stopped her.

Behind Scott at the back end of the bus, stood Peter Hale.

Scott was near panic, he needed to reach Stiles, he need to protect Allison, he needed to get her safe. Scott didn't stumble as he pushed her towards the bus doors, pushing her inside as Peter came closer.

"Close the door, don't let him in." Scott said to her before turning around and facing Peter.

"Now now Scott." Peter breathed. There was blood and his face and Scott didn't know if it was Stiles. Was that why he howled? "You think bus doors can stop me? I think I proved myself against that particular obstacle once already."

Scott could feel his heart pounding and his lungs seizing on him. His asthma kicking in at the wrong time.

"Come on Scott, I'm not going to hurt you? I'm here to talk, that's all."

It didn't matter, Peter was interrupted. The hunter's cars were back, one at each end of the busses. Peter snarled in anger and roared at the cars before wolfing out completely.

No one reacted fast enough as Peter advanced on Scott.

In the blink of an eye Peter and Scott were gone.

A/N: Hey, sorry for the delay folks, I was trying to see if I wanted to put the last two chapters together or separately, and then my comp froze up and I had to take it to my aunt so she could fix it without deleting all of my files. Also, my Beta seems to have ditched me. If ANYONE actually has the time and would be interested in being a Beta for this story, please send me a message. I know people get annoyed with all the errors, I do too, but I really don't have the time. If I spent my time correcting what I wrote, I wouldn't have time to write anything new :/. Thank you all very much and hang on for the ending, it's going to be a good one