Stiles The Teen Wolf
Episode Twelve: Code Breaker
When Peter let him go, Scott found himself in the middle level of a parking lot building with his back against one of the concrete pillars. He was scared to death, but he pushed it down. Pushed down everything but what was happening right now. Stiles couldn't save them, not here and not now.
"What do you want from me? There's nothing I can do to help you." Scott called out as he stared daggers into the back of Peter's jacket. The big werewolf hadn't moved since they arrived, standing with his head bowed and his hands splayed on the back of a silver car.
"On the contrary Scott, you could be the only thing that makes Stiles bend. Well you and Derek, but let's face it, Stiles has Derek wrapped around his little finger." Peter still hadn't moved as he talked, but that was fine. Scott felt completely aright with talking to the guys back, in fact he quite preferred that than looking at the man's face.
"He's not here right now is he? Then why do you need me?" Scott needed to learn to keep his mouth shut. Not that it would be very affective after he'd already opened it. Peter's head whipped around and suddenly he was crouched down looking Scott in the eye. The human boy couldn't keep himself from jerking back, hitting his own head against the pillar behind him.
"You are the bait Scott." Peter explained with a smile. "Stiles, Allison Argent, you are import to a few key people in this game don't you think? Too bad you're the only one who can't protect himself." Finally Peter backed off and Scott wheezed to get his breathe under control. He couldn't panic, he couldn't go into an asthma attack now. "For now we wait. Stiles will find Derek, and I will find them."
Scott swallowed thickly and wondered exactly where he fit into Peter's plan.
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There was a burning in his chest. A need to see his mate, to see Derek. He needed to find Derek but he didn't know how. All he could feel was Derek's pain, Derek's agony. How was he going to find the other half of his pack?
A wolf howls to signal his location to the rest of the pack. The reading Stiles had done that first night, the first full moon, on the day when Derek came and helped him. The information that would now help Derek.
Stiles wasn't sure where to go, but he knew where the highest point in Beacon Hills was. If he was going to find Derek, if he was going to howl for Derek there was no better place. He bolted the whole way there, keeping his breathing easy and trying to calm his nerves. He needed to convince himself that this was the right thing to do, that Derek would answer, because there was no other way.
When he reached the peak at the edge of Beacon Hills, he took one look at the moon before he threw his head back and let the instinct drive him.
His call was loud, a slight whine to it that Stiles didn't understand but he didn't care. His lungs were burning but he didn't cut the howl off. Derek needed to hear it, it needed to reach Derek so that his mate…-pack…fuck it- his soul mate would respond.
One long and loud howl was good enough for a call. So Stiles stood silently, waiting for the return of it. Waiting to hear Derek call to him back.
He sat there waiting for a few minutes, wondering if he'd need to howl again when it rang.
The vibrations seemed to echo into his body before the sound ever reached his ears but he knew instantly who and where it was coming from. Derek had answered. Joy and elation flooded his nerves and then he was running. Full force in the direction the howl radiated from, the direction that would lead him to Derek.
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Scott wanted to pull out his phone and call someone, let Allison know he was safe, but he didn't want Peter to take it away. Not that it mattered, he wasn't really sure where he was.
When Peter jerked up, turning his head in different directions quickly, Scott jumped in surprise, but then he stilled, listening himself as a wolf's howl pierced the silence.
"Looks like Stiles found what he was looking for." Peter said with a smirk. He turned back and looked to Scott, the smirk turning sinister. "Now it's my turn."
Scott wanted to back away as Peter advanced, but all he did was dig his shoulder deeper into the pillar. Soon it didn't matter, Peter's hand was on his shoulder, sharp claws sinking into the skin and making Scott cry.
"Welcome to the Pack, Scott."
Teeth bore down on his shoulder and Scott screamed at the pain before it was replaced with fire. Like a venom sinking into his systems, Scott withered and screamed trying to push Peter away. He knew it was too late, but he needed to get those teeth out of him, it hurt, it hurt too much.
"By tomorrow, you'll be dead or you'll be like us. I'm sure we can find a place for you in the pack. You'll be a strong one, I'm sure." Peter's voice echoed in his head as he fell sideways, pressing his uninjured shoulder into the cold floor. Scott didn't know when, but Peter disappeared, taking consciousness with him.
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Scott struggled with his jacket as the wound itched. He couldn't believe it…this couldn't have happened…what was he going to do?
"Follow the plan. We're going to need help when everything goes down, but everyone needs to see the whole board. If the truth is hiding, then someone is going to lose and there is a high probability that it'll be us." Stiles voice reminded Scott. So the boy put the bite at the back of his mind and walked to the hospital. Even if the bite was healing, he needed to get to a car and his instincts were telling him that his mother's hospital was the closest thing to him.
It actually didn't take him long to get to the hospital. It was when he was there that things got difficult.
Lydia was bitten, Sheriff Stilinski was going crazy looking for Stiles who had been Lydia's date, and Chris Argent was there to confront him. It's just his luck that Chris gets to him just as he gets to Jackson's car keys.
"Where is Stiles?" Chris demanded as he held Scott against the wall. He didn't see the bite, no one had, his jacket covered it but the blood was there, unmistakable.
"At the Hale house." Scott answered honestly, hoping to placate the man enough to make him listen. "Peter wants to end this where it started. He wants to kill Kate in the same house she burned down."
Chris Argent scoffed and sneered. "I hate to turn down popular rumor but we didn't start that fire." Chris hadn't let go of him yet, and Scott could feel the anger in him pulsing but he wasn't there yet, he wasn't a wolf just yet.
"You guys didn't. But she did. Even the Sheriff connected the dots and guess where those dots all landed Mr. Argent. Everyone Kate talked to recognize the Argent family pendent. The same necklace she gave to Allison for her birthday."
Scott struggled to breathe, but as Chris drew back, Scott took a deep breath and continued. "He's going to kill her, but he may not be in time to save Stiles Mr. Argent…Stiles is my best friend, and when he got bitten I wasn't there for him. He learned how to control himself and he's using what was forced on him to protect the people he loves and the loved ones of the ones he loved. He's done so much to protect Allison, but I need to ask for your help…I need you to protect him."
Chris Argent didn't answer. He took another step back and looked at Jackson who coward on the exam table of the room the three men had pushed them into. The hunter didn't say one word as he turned and left.
Scott sighed before shaking his head and grabbing Jackson's wrist. "Come on, we have to hurry. We need to get to Stiles' house and then out to the preserves. I need to save my best friend."
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Stiles found Derek in minutes, pulling doors open and pushing his way through. He didn't know exactly where he was, he wasn't paying attention to his surrounding; he was focused on Derek's call, the sound of his howl calling him home. When he pushed the last door open and looked inside, Derek's form was chained up to a wall, his body slightly pale and sweaty, the scent of pain and anger filling the room like burning incents.
"Derek!" Stiles cried out as Derek looked up. His eyes were dull, but they seemed to relax as they fell on Stiles.
"Stiles." Derek breathed back.
Instantly Stiles had barreled into Derek's chest, wrapping his arms around the strong frame, not even caring about the electric pad against the right side of Derek's stomach. Derek smelled like a lot of different things. Sweat, pain, regret, guilt, anger, resentment, hatred, sorrow, fear, remorse, betrayal, female, wood, iron, silver, fire, burn, and last but not least Derek. Stiles didn't care about anything else but that last one as he buried his nose into Derek's chest.
"Stiles." Derek breathed, one arm coming around the other wolf's lanky filled out frame. That's when Stiles noticed that the other one was still tied up.
"Sorry, sorry." Stiles said as he reached up and broke Derek's restraint. Derek staggered forward a bit at having to hold his own weight, but Stiles grabbed him with no problem. "We have to get out of here. Peter is going to go after the Argents tonight, he bit Lydia, he tried to go after Scott, and I can't do this alone Derek, I can't. I need you…"
Derek's hand came up to his cheek before lips were being pressed into his own, silencing him affectively.
"He's not going after the Argents. He's going after Kate."
Stiles didn't argue. He'd come up with that conclusion some time ago.
"We have to stop him Derek." Stiles insisted, lending his shoulder to Derek who hugged him against the unwounded side.
"We can just let him do what he is planning Stiles. Kate deserves what she gets, she's the one who-" Stiles smacked Derek in the stomach, cutting off his words as the wolf groaned in pain.
"I know she is, but he is the one who killed Laura. He called her back here, sent her pictures of a deer with a spiral on it. He brought her back to taker her power, it was all planned Derek." They worked their way out from the cellar and stumbled a bit at the top.
"I know…" Derek breathed. Stiles nodded, not wanting to say anything about that.
"Then let's stick to our original plan Derek. You need to kill Peter. Take the Alpha powers."
"And what if I end up like him Stiles?" Derek argued as they made their way back to the Hale House, the cellar or bunker or wherever they had held Derek was near the Hale house, right outside it too.
"You're better than he ever was Derek." Stiles smiled, leaning Derek against a tree before pressing himself against Derek's chest and wrapping his arms around the bigger wolf. "You'll have me in your pack. My Alpha."
Derek's arms came around his shoulders and they rested there. Enough for Derek to catch his breath before he stole another kiss and pushed himself off the tree.
"Fine. But we do this together. Don't rush in if I-" Derek broke off with a grunt as an arrow lodged itself in his shoulder. Stiles' eyes widened and he searched for the attacker, only to come face to face with Allison and Kate.
"Alright, now the leg." Kate whispered, and Stiles growled.
"Allison!"
But it didn't help. The arrow sailed true, hitting Derek square in the thigh and sending him down.
"Stiles run!" Derek yelled, trying to push him away, but he had run the first time, he wasn't about to run away again.
"Allison! Stop!"
The flash arrow came next and Stiles was blinded, his eyes stinging as tears forced their way out. "Allison!" but for now it didn't matter. Derek was up and picking Stiles up by the collar of his white dress shirt and dragging him away.
"Come on!" Derek called, but as Stiles got his feet under him, Derek stumbled, falling to the ground while pushing Stiles on at the same time. "Go!"
But Stiles didn't leave, he crouched over Derek and growled at Kate.
This was it. One way other another it would end here. Tonight.
"Oh god, aren't you two cute." Kate's voice mocked them as he walked closer, a gun in hand and Allison only steps behind. Stiles' eyes struggled to come back into focus, but he could hear their every move. "I didn't expect this Derek, I thought you liked them older." Her laugh was unkind and when Stiles' vision came back the first thing he saw was the barrel of her gun.
Stiles glared at her, defiant and angry, until his eyes went to Allison.
The brunet girl had a hand on Kate's arm, a frown on her lips before she opened her mouth to speak. "You said we just needed to capture them." Allison was hesitating, and Stiles was grateful for that at least.
"Allison." Stiles called, the growl gone from his voice and his features fading back into his natural human, but he didn't move from his place protecting Derek. There had been something in the arrows, Stiles could smell it but it wasn't wolf's bane.
The beautiful eyes of the youngest Argent flicked to Stiles and her expression seemed to harden. She looked accusing and Stiles couldn't understand why. He smelled the fear on her, the hatred even, but not at him. That baffled him even more.
"Don't beg puppy, you're so much cuter when you're angry." She aimed below Stiles and pulled the trigger, the shot hitting Derek in the shoulder. Stiles' roar drowned out the grunt of pain and his eyes blazed as he snarled and howled at Kate and Allison. Allison's eyes widen and she tried to pull on her aunt's arm.
"Kate! Kate don't!" The words fell on deaf ears as Kate pushed Allison back, knocking the girl off balance. Stiles allowed only a glace as Allison fell before his eyes were back on Kate.
He was going to die. Like this, crouched above Derek protecting the man he loved...protecting his mate. He was going to die, but he wasn't going alone. Stiles tensed as he readied himself for the shot. The second Kate pulled the trigger, Stiles would take the bullet on his shoulder and pounce on her, ripping her throat before she understood that she was going to die. He was okay with dying for Derek, but he wasn't going to leave her here to haunt his friends.
"I really love those gold eyes." Kate smiled. Stiles heard the scrape of metal as she slowly pulled the trigger back.
"Kate!"
Her attention was taken from Stiles as the voice of Chris Argent rung out. Stiles had a moment of shock where he relaxed himself against Derek, both relieved and surprised that he was still alive.
"I know what you did." Chris said. He stopped a couple of paces away from Kate, his sincere eyes flicking to Stiles only for a second. "Put the gun down."
Stiles wasn't sure who to trust at the moment. The barrel of Kate's gun never wavered even as her attention was drawn fully to her brother. Her voice was weak as she responded.
"I did what I was told to do." It was a lame excuse, even Kate didn't believe it.
"No one asked you to murder innocent people." Chris argued. His attention went to the Hale house, the ashes of a family that his sister ruined. "There were children in that house. Ones who were human." His sincere gaze was crippling. He was an honest man, one who wanted to do what was right, Stiles saw this for the first time. "Look what you're doing now! You're holding a gun to a sixteen year old boy! No proof he spilt human blood. We go by the code."
In an instant, the shutters came down on Kate's face. Her eyes turned dull and her expression dead. She didn't care.
"Nous chassons ceux qui nous chasse."
Stiles didn't know French, but he didn't need to. Allison translated the words under her breath, a whisper of wonder in her tone. "We hunt those who hunt us."
None of this mattered to Kate. She dubbed Chris, uninteresting and turned away once again focused on Stiles. Her finger pulled slowly on the trigger again and Stiles braced himself a second time for the original plan.
Again, the tension escalated as Chris pulled out his own gun. Taking aim at his own sister.
That caught Kate's attention once more.
"Put the gun down." He insisted. His sincere eyes going hard in the blink of an eye.
She turned her body now instead of just her head. Facing him fully even as the gun remained steady.
Chris grit his teeth when she didn't bother to follow his order. Aiming just above her shoulder, he pulled the trigger, the shot cause Stiles to start slightly.
Kate seemed surprised and Allison reeked of fear.
"Before I put you down."
That seemed to do it. Kate lowered her gun and a minute after her, so did Chris.
Stiles allowed himself to fall against Derek's chest. Burring his nose against Derek's scent and listening to the strong beat of his heard. Derek wasn't conscious, but he was alive. Even the bullet wound was healing. Thank god the bullet went straight through.
The tension slowly faded, but it didn't last long.
The loud creek of the Hale House front door had everyone tensing again, because that could only be one person.
"Allison, get back." Chris' gun came up again, the door was the new target and even Kate was taking aim.
Something rose in Stiles chest and he couldn't stay on the ground, protecting Derek or not, his instincts were driving him up. Derek would be okay. Peter had no reason to hurt Derek. The same didn't apply for anyone else.
When Peter came out, he was only a blur of movement in the darkness.
He had all of them turning around in circles to follow the sound of movement, even Stiles couldn't keep up.
The first to fall was Chris. The gun falling from his hands as he dropped. Allison dropped next. Her bow landing far from her. Stiles felt the claws sink into his calf and with a wine, his knees buckled under him and the ground rose up to hit him hard.
Kate was the one left standing and everyone knew why.
"Come on!" She yelled as he turned fast, keeping track of the figure dashing through the shadows. Stiles was struggling with the wound on his leg, willing it to heal faster, but it was a wound inflicted by an Alpha. There was no 'faster'.
Stiles didn't even notice when Peter stopped running and grabbed Kate, throwing her to the porch before he dragged her inside by the throat. The only one with enough strength to run after them was Allison, and she didn't even hesitate.
"Allison!" Stiles tried to call, but it didn't matter. He could get his feet under him enough to chase after her, but he could hear every word from inside.
"She is beautiful Kate. She looks like you. Probably not as damaged." Peter said.
Stiles heard Kate's fearful pants. He could picture Peter's claws digging into her throat. He could picture Allison's face as she stood there, unable to do anything but watch. Helpless.
"Damnit!" Stiles groaned. He was on his knees, but that was the best he could get. All he could think about was how this would ruin Allison. How this would emotionally kill her, maybe so much so that Scott would never have her back. "Come on!" Stiles urged himself to rise, urged his wound to stop burning and heal.
"So I'm going to give you a chance to save her." He heard Peter's voice again. "Apologize." Peter sounded tortured. The mighty Alpha sounded so close to tears. Stiles could smell the anguish from outside the house. "Say you're sorry for decimating my family. For leaving me burned and broken for six years. Say it…" Peter forced the words through his teeth. "And I'll let her live."
Stiles held his breath as he strained to hear it. Kate's words, Kate's apology.
She wasn't going to live. She knew that, Stiles could smell it, but did Allison mean enough to her that she would save the baby Argent's life.
Stiles almost didn't catch the words because of his own heavy and loud heartbeat pounding in his ears, but he did hear it.
"I'm sorry."
The words were whispered, and it didn't sound honest at all, but she had said it. That was surprising in itself. What didn't surprise Stiles was the squelching sound of tearing flesh as Peter tore Kate throat out. Stiles winced and closed his eyes. He needed to heal faster. Needed to protect Allison, keep her safe for Scott. She was important, she was pack, she was Scott's.
Stiles was so lost in pushing himself to heal that he didn't hear Derek until his mate had a hand in his hair.
"Derek!" Stiles gasped, throwing himself into the older wolf's arms and holding on tight.
"Stiles." Derek breathed as he pressed a kiss to Stiles' temple. "Come on, we have to keep to the plan. We need to stop Peter."
Stiles took a deep breath as he let go of Derek and used the older wolf's help to get to his feet. "Let's go my Alpha." Stiles spared a weak smirk before they made their way to the house. They both heard it when Peter spoke again.
"Now I don't know about you Allison. But that apology…didn't sound very sincere."
Before Peter could attack, Stiles and Derek made their way into the room, both of them standing slightly in front of Allison. Peter looked from Stiles to Derek with a bored expression. Derek walked around Peter a bit, so the two Betas could flank the psychopathic Alpha.
"Run." Stiles muttered to Allison. He heard her take off.
Derek's eyes met Stiles' in one second, and the next, they pounced.
Peter used their momentum against them and they were both tossed to opposite sides of the room, but Derek didn't stay down for long. He rushed at Peter, but if anyone knew Derek's fighting style better than Stiles, it was Peter. The Alpha dodged under Derek's oncoming fist and sunk his claws into Derek's chest, throwing him up until Derek's back hit the ceiling. When Derek came down, he hit hard, but Stiles was already at Peter's back.
Stiles jumped on Peter's back, reaching for the Alpha's throat, but he was thrown forward instead, handing hard against Derek.
Briefly, Derek squeezed shoulder, before pushing Stiles up and rising after him.
Without a word, Stiles and Derek charged together. Derek aiming high and Stiles aiming low. Peter caught Derek's fist, basically ignoring Stiles' tackle around his waist. He grabbed the side of Derek's face and pushed the older wolf down until he fell against Stiles who released the grip he'd had on Peter as they went down. The heal of Peter's foot crashed into Derek's back and the grunt echoed in Stiles' ear before the younger wolf reached out and jabbed at Peter's calf with his claws.
Peter growled, losing control of his shift while Derek rolled off of Stiles and hit the back of Peter's knees. Peter went down and Stiles used it to his advantage as he brought his palm up into Peter's chin, sending the Alpha's head snapping back.
Peter's face shifted into a muzzle as he growled, but the shift only lasted a second. He arm lashed out and slashed at Stiles' chest sending the younger Beta backwards, but Derek's hit Peter in the back. Knocking the Alpha forward. Peter shifted part way, losing control of himself as he pushed up from the floor and sprung at Stiles who scurried back, only to have Derek grab Peter around the neck from behind. Peter snarled and rose, slamming his back against the wall until Derek let go.
Peter turned and grabbed Derek, throwing him across the room towards Stiles who stood and braced himself to soften Derek's impact.
They watched together as Peter's form shifted and changed. Back and forth like he didn't have control, slipping between one form and the other as if he was slipping in and out of sanity. It didn't take long for the wolf to win out and the Alpha to take its natural form. Stiles squeezed Derek's form, before laying the breathless man on to floor and rising to rush at the Alpha again. He was no match for the beast alone though.
Stiles was thrown away easily, breaking through the front window until he crashed outside on the fall leafs, winded and wounded.
The Alpha crashed out after him and rough, clawed hands held him by the throat.
Peter's face was rabid, snarling and growling. He was insane. Stiles felt a slight pang of sympathy in his chest for this broken creature. But nothing excused murder.
With a growl of his own, Stiles planted a firm foot on the Alpha's chest and pushed himself away from the massive body, dislodging the grip the Alpha had on him. Stiles flipped before landing on all fours to face the creature again, but headlights caught them both my surprise.
Scott and Jackson's forms were hidden behind the light, but Stiles could smell them, and he could also smell the chemicals he'd kept in his house as the final leg of their plan. He was filled with pride and adoration for his best friend who had stuck to the damn plan even when just about everything was falling down around them.
When Scott threw the Molotov cocktail, no one was expecting the Alpha to actually catch it.
Dread kicked in quick, but it didn't last very long as he saw what lay near him.
"Allison!" He called out, grabbing her bow from the ground beside him and lobbing it at her, watching her set it up with bated breath.
The creature looked as if he was about the throw the self-igniting bomb at her, but her arrow was faster, shattering the glass and letting the mixture out. It caught fire easily, just as it was meant to and Peter went down. For a second, everyone watched in horror as the beast tried to shake the fire off.
Jackson threw his cocktail next, and the impact sent the rest of Peter in flames.
The howl of pain went up sharply and Stiles had to grab his ears. He could feel the pain from that howl. The despair and the fear of the flames. He could feel all of it.
Peter must have moved, although Stiles didn't see it. What he did see was Scott screamed 'no' and jumping in front of the Alpha. Only thing is, Scott's eyes were glowing gold and he was baring long and threatening fangs. Scott hit the Alpha in the chest, sending the beats back as the flames began to eat away at themselves and die out.
Peter's body shifted as the fire died, and no one looked away as he fell to his knees and then finally to the ground. When they were all sure that Peter was dead…everyone turned to Scott.
Holy shit…my best friend is a werewolf… Stiles couldn't help it, the thought came so quickly, but the second it was there, he just wanted to laugh. Too. My best friend is a werewolf TOO. Yeah. And here I was thinking I was so original.
Allison was the only one who moved as Scott looked at his claws in fascinated horror. Scott heard her coming and only spared her a glance before looking away, hiding his eyes from her, trying to hide his face. Stiles didn't know what to feel as Allison cupped Scott's chin and made Scott turn back to her, but he knew that this was important. New wolf or not, Scott wasn't going after Allison and Allison wasn't running away.
Stiles almost wished that some cheesy romantic song was playing in the background as Allison slowly closed in on Scott and Scott slowly shifted back to human. When their lips met in a kiss, Stiles had the unexplainable urge to melt and 'aww', but he held himself back, if only because Derek was finally making his way out of the Hale House silently.
He didn't bother to listen to Allison's declaration of love as he stood and made his way towards Derek.
He let his fingers ghost beside Derek's for a second, unsure if his touch was welcome, but Derek corrected that in an instant as he reached out and grabbed Stiles' hand, holding on so tightly that some bones did break. Stiles knew why though.
Derek was nervous.
Power and a lot of alone time had turned Peter into a madman, and Derek was terrified that he would end up the same. But a pack must always have an Alpha and Derek was the only Hale left in Beacon Hills to take the torch.
Together they stood over a burnt and battered Peter. He looked worse than he had even after the Hale fire, and Stiles didn't know if he could stand to look. When he buried his face into Derek's shoulder, the bigger wolf didn't push him away.
"You've already decided." Peter rasped out from below them. Derek fell to one knee above the man that used to be his uncle and Stiles let him go, placing a hand on his shoulder instead. "I can smell it on you!" Peter growled out and blazing red eyes accused the whole world of what was about to happen.
When Derek raised his claw and gave the killing blow, Stiles could help but gasp.
The change was instant. A pull that Stiles hadn't known was there disappeared in an instant and he felt unreasonably free.
As the life leeched out of Peter, so did the red in his eyes.
When Derek stood and finally looked Stiles in the face, the sad and broken expression was obscured and wronged by glowing blood red.
Pain and sorrow sang around Derek like physical calls, and Stiles couldn't bare it. He wrapped his arms around Derek's neck and forced Derek's face into his shoulder.
"I love you." He breathed out against Derek's ear. "I love you, and I'm proud of you. You did it for a reason. You are my Alpha, my Derek. My mate…" The words left him before he thought better of them, but the second he said it, he felt Derek stiffen.
They hadn't talked about it. Had promised to hash everything out when all of the chaos finally came to an end. But there is was. What they both knew but never said out loud. There was the one word that defied them perfectly. Stiles was filled with equal parts fond affection and dread as he held Derek's stiff body.
"We didn't even get the chance to talk." Derek whispered. It was loud enough that only Stiles would hear him. "I wanted to be the one to claim you first."
Everything inside Stiles seemed to be shocked into hyper awareness at Derek's words, and when Derek pulled back Stiles let him.
The kiss was hard but not rough. It was sure and firm, it was a claim and a promise at once and Stiles could feel himself falling apart as he whimpered in the back of his throat. Derek's hand was strong and sure at the back of his neck, pressing enough to show control, and strength as Derek wrapped his other arm around Stiles' waist and pulled the smaller wolf in.
Stiles was lost, but so was Derek.
The Alpha power hummed like live wire between them and it only amplified the feelings. Relief, happiness, determination, love…lust and longing. God Stiles was going to cum his pants in a second and from the hard press of Derek's erection on his lower stomach, so was the new, big bad Alpha.
The only thing that snapped them out of it, was the police sirens.
Derek pulled back after a soft lingering kiss and looked to where the sound was coming from miles away. Stiles' attention however, zeroed in on his best friend, looking at them with a grimace on his face. That's when shit kicked in again.
Scott was a werewolf. Peter had bitten him too, probably only tonight. Yet Scott had shifted to protect Allison, if Stiles' guess was correcting.
"Derek…" Stiles whispered to get the new Alpha's attention. Derek's attention zeroed to his mate, and Stiles felt warm all over at the expression on the Alpha's face….his Alpha. But all of that took a sudden back seat as he nodded his head to Scott's form as the newly turned werewolf stood there, unsure of what to do now that Allison was in her father's arm and away from him. "I think we've got more to talk about than just us."
Derek didn't say a word, but Stiles understood. He could almost feel what was going through Derek's mind. Another difficult Beta to train. Derek was thinking. But not in a mean way. If anything the feelings Derek had were fond, and that threw Stiles for a loop.
"So, I'm thinking, we got a long way to go." Stiles sighed and his eyes met Scott's. Scott tried to smile, just a little, but there was no joy in it and it saddened Stiles. "He never wanted it you know. Especially since Allison is who she is."
Derek only shrugged as they finally let go of each other and allowed space to fill between them. "Neither did you, but you found a way to cope, a way to be happy. I'm sure in time, he will too. He's just going to need more help than you did."
Stiles smirked at the back-handed complement before he rolled his shoulder and walked towards his best friend.
"Hey man." Stiles said as he neared. Scott only nodded in response. "So…" Stiles pressed on. "Werewolves yeah? You do know that now that you are what you are, and Allison is what she is, you two have just become the modern Romeo and Juliet?"
Scott got a quick and painless smile before it was gone.
"Dude! They both die at the end of that!" Scott argued. Even though, he brought his hand up when Stiles did and when they clasped hands, he pulled Stiles into a hug instead of the usual 'dude clench'. "I'm going to need your help." Scott admitted as he hugged Stiles tight.
Stiles nodded into Scott shoulders and smiled. "That's what bros are for dude…that's what pack is for."
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