If anybody is wondering: Alex has a resemblance to J. T. Austin. Longer hair, but same curls. He is probably part Mexican or something.

Isaac is troubled. He's alone in the loft with Alex, and doesn't feel safe. Scott, Derek and Chris are filling everybody else in on what happened. They expect Hester to come and seek revenge. Allison is not careful enough, and she makes a big mistake. (I promised you that there will be no major character's death, but it doesn't look good at the moment.) And for those of you who are waiting for smutty Sterek action: There's a treat for you at the end. I hope you won't hate me after this chapter.

The loft was bathing in sunlight, coming in through the big panorama window. Isaac was sitting on the couch trying to not fall asleep. The only sound in the room came from the coffeemaker, as water trickled though it. He wasn't big on coffee, but Isaac had decided that it was the only way to stay awake.

After he'd been left alone with Alex, it took less than fifteen minutes for him to regret bringing the guy here. He couldn't believe his own stupidity. He'd thought it would be fun having someone to order around. It sounded intriguing to not be lowest on the totem-pole anymore.

Sitting there – ever so often throwing a peek at the guy they had cuffed to the radiator – Isaac was questioning his own sanity. He didn't feel particularly safe either. Alex was no threat. Isaac was pretty sure that he could overpower him if he tried to come loose. He was more concerned about Hester and the rest of the pack. If they came to rescue Alex, Isaac wouldn't stand a chance.

When they came back a few hours ago, he'd wanted to have a chat about what to do with the guy, but the others were to busy getting out of there to care. Derek wanted to get to the hospital as soon as possible; Chris had to pick up Allison and make sure she was safe, and Scott wanted to get home to his mom, protecting her.

Alex hadn't said a word since they came. Derek let him use the restroom before he dug out a pair of handcuffs from his room. Both Chris and Scott had lifted a brow by the fact that Derek kept cuffs in his sock-drawer, but Isaac wasn't surprised at all.

After providing him with a bottle of water and a bag of chips – which Isaac had to take from his own stash – the others left. They hadn't made a big deal out of it, but Isaac knew what they were thinking. They probably thought he had the hots for the guy, but that wasn't it. Isaac just felt sorry for him.

He had been so strong when Chris tortured him, and even if Isaac in the heat of the moment was about to kill him, he felt for the guy. Alex was obviously more afraid of his alpha than he was of a skilled hunter.

It could, of course, be a trick, but the fear in the guys eyes when he realized that they were about to leave him alive for Hester couldn't be fake; not unless he was trained in acting.

Two hours and five cups of coffee later, Isaac had a hard time keeping his eyes open. The caffeine wasn't working, so he started pacing just to avoid dozing off. Alex had tried to make himself comfortable, but it couldn't be easy. They had frisked him and they'd found a drivers license. He was twenty – almost twenty-one – but he looked younger. He was about 5'8'' and not particularly buff.

Isaac watched him from the corner of his eye. He had brown wavy hair. It wasn't cut in a while and looked kind of messy. It suited him. Strands of hair were partially covering his dark brows and big brown eyes.

At the moment they were closed, and Isaac wondered if he was asleep. He took a few steps towards the guy, and got a little startled when Alex opened his eyes and stared at him. In a split second, he lowered his gaze and scooted closer to the wall. "Sorry." It was the first word he'd uttered since they dragged him out of Hester's dungeon.

Isaac squatted in front of him and reached his hand out to push the hair away from his eyes. "It's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you." He had to wait almost a minute before Alex lifted his head again. Staring into those pleading brown eyes, Isaac almost got emotional about it. "I'll get you a blanket and some pillows." He got up and was about to move away, but then Alex grabbed his wrist. "If she comes, you have to kill me."

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

The reunion scene in the hospital should have been a private affair. It would have been, if the sheriff hadn't woken up. Stiles was clinging to Derek, and had his tongue practically down his throat when they both heard a grunt from the bed.

Stiles couldn't easily jump out of Derek's embrace; he had his legs wrapped around his boyfriend's waist and he knew that if he let go, he had to step on the injured foot. He held on as he turned to his dad. "Sorry you had to see that, but you were supposed to be sleeping."

Mr Stilinski covered his eyes and turned away. "I guess I just have to get used to it. It's just..." He sighed and threw a glance at them. "...I'm not used to it yet." Derek lowered Stiles onto the chair and took a couple of steps back. "I'm sorry Mr Stilinski. I should have been here to protect him, uh, both of you, but I got into some trouble."

Stiles noticed that his dad got a puzzled expression on his face. For a second he wondered about it, but then he realized that his dad didn't know anything about what had happened since the attack. He hadn't been told that he was attacked by a werewolf either. Everybody had referred to it as a dog-attack, and the sheriff hadn't been alert enough so far to even question it. "You don't remember? What do you remember?"

Sheriff Stilinski closed his eyes and leaned back on the pillow. "I remember that I thought I would die." He scrunched his face as if he was in pain. "I remember telling him," he pointed at Derek, "I told him to take care of you." He shook his head. "But I don't know why he would need to protect me."

Derek covered his face with his hands before he straightened himself up and addressed the sheriff. "We are under attack. You are in danger due to affiliation. I tried to get help, but I just made it worse." He sighed heavily. "I'm a screw-up, but I love your son, and I will protect him with my life."

A few moments of silence followed before Stiles managed to grasp what Derek had said. "What did you do?" He knew that Derek had been held prisoner, but he didn't know by whom. He had an idea, but he'd been too worried to give it a second thought.

"It was Hester, right? She's not your friend after all." Stiles looked up and could see that Derek looked embarrassed. "Tell me what happened!"

With the sheriff's eyes fixed on him, Derek gave them a recap of the events. Stiles could see that his dad expression changed from curiosity to disbelief. "We left them, uh, we left one of them chained to the wall." There was evidence of a faint blush on Derek's face, and with a sigh, he rubbed his eyes before he continued. "We took one of them with us."

Stiles jaw dropped. "You took a prisoner? Why? Wouldn't that mean that we're sort of at war with her pack?" He shook his head and covered his face with his hands. "She'll come after him, won't she?"

Derek seemed to have a hard time to decide where to rest his gaze. "I know, but involving her in the first place was a bad move on my part. Although, she was involved already." Eventually his eyes met Stiles'. "Evidently, the Alpha-pack gave up on recruiting. The two leftover werewolves just wanted us dead after the incident in the garage." He started pacing. "Hester made her own plan and took over the task completely. I had only two options. Either join her or... risk everybody's life."

Stiles could still not understand why they didn't kill the two werewolves they encountered at Hester's house. "Wouldn't she be weakened if you'd just..." He sighed and threw a glance at his dad. "Maybe you guys should have killed them?"

-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-

When Scott came home, Melissa was getting ready to go to work. She startled visibly when he came through the door, before she ran over and embraced him. "Scott, I worried. Why didn't you call. I..." Her facial expression turned from concern to anger. "Do you have any idea how it was for me to just sit here and wait for news. When you told me you were going hunting with Chris, I didn't know what to think."

Scott sighed and shook his head. "I'm sorry mom. It was... We found Derek." He paused for a second. "I need a shower. I'll tell you everything on the way." He moved towards the stairs. His mom stared at him. "On the way? I'm going to work. On the way where?"

Scott was half way upstairs when he turned to her. "To the hospital. I'm going with you. You are in danger too."

A half hour later, she parked the car outside the hospital and looked at her son. "You're going to stay here for the whole shift? You can't just hang around the halls." Scott had told her what had happened, and he'd tried to explain the danger they were all in. She had a hard time digesting it all, but she did understand that they had to take precautions.

"I'm going to visit Stiles' dad. He needs protection also." Scott jumped out of the car. "Come on. Get to work, mom. I'll find Stiles. Don't trust anyone you haven's seen before, and call me if something doesn't feel right. I'll be close."

He picked up his phone and called Stiles. When he realized that Stiles' phone was off, he tried Derek's, and soon he was guided through the hospital to Mr Stilinski's room. After a brief welcoming scene, he urged Stiles to get home and get some sleep. "I'll stay here. I'll watch over him." He nodded towards the bed where the sheriff was now currently sleeping. "...And charge your phone. I'll call you if anything happens."

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

Allison stared at her dad after he'd told her the whole story. "Seriously! You left them alive? What kind of hunter are you?" She shook her head and let out her breath in small huffs. "And you brought one of them with you? Do I know you?"

Chris chuckled a little. "Your boyfriend made the decision on leaving them alive, and I agreed with him. We didn't have to kill them. There has been enough killings." He looked away for a second. "But rest assured. We will not hesitate if the shit hits the fan. If she comes after any of us, we will join forces and take her out."

There was no doubt in her mind that Hester would come. Allison felt it in her gut. A powerful Alpha like that wouldn't let herself be embarrassed. She would definitely seek revenge. "'If' she comes? I think you mean 'when' she comes." Allison looked at her dad and could see the faint nod. "Yeah. When." He twisted his hands. "We're going to interrogate that guy, Alex, later. Now we need some sleep. Tonight we're going to make plans."

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

"I'm going to rebuild the house." Derek squinted against the bright sun as he pulled away from the curb. With a joint effort, Melissa and Scott had managed to convince Stiles to leave the hospital for a while. Now, he and Derek were on their way to the Stilinski-house.

For several reasons, they had decided to take this detour before they headed to the loft. Derek was a little worried about Isaac, and didn't want to leave him alone with Alex for too long; so this would be a quick trip. Stiles wanted to get a change of clothes, and also just check the house. They had been told that Mr Stilinski could possibly get out of the hospital soon to recover in his own home, so Stiles wanted to make sure that it looked okay.

Now, he stared at Derek and furrowed his brows. "What? But..." He shook his head. "But it's just a pile of burnt wood. You'd have to tear it all down and start from scratch." He looked like he didn't believe what he'd heard. "Didn't the city take it?"

Derek shrugged and threw a peek at Stiles. "The investigation is over, I can reclaim it. It's just some paperwork. It is technically my house." He knew it wouldn't be an easy task, and the house carried a few bad memories, but things had changed and he wanted a home. A real home. "I want to rebuild it and live there..." He could feel that he was blushing as he was about to finish the sentence. "...with you."

Not a sound came from Stiles, and Derek wondered if he'd been too forward. Even if he himself knew that he was in this relationship for the long haul, it could be different for Stiles. He was a human, and he had never been in a relationship before. Maybe he didn't want to plan the rest of his life at his age.

"Really?" Derek got startled when Stiles finally spoke. They had reached the Stilinski-house and he was about to park. He wasn't quite sure if Stiles sounded excited, or if it was just surprise in his voice. Derek sighed. "I mean... I would like that, but if you think it's too soon to even talk about living together, it's okay." Derek gave his boyfriend a lopsided smile as he opened the car door to exit. "I want to rebuild it regardless."

They didn't exchange a word as Derek helped Stiles out of the car and partially carried him to the front door of the house. Derek still had the sheriff's keys on him, and had to let go of Stiles for a second as he unlocked the door. "What about Isaac? He is your responsibility. You turned him, you can't just abandon him." Stiles shrugged a little. "He has no home."

Derek got slightly thrown off by Stiles' words. "Uh, I, I thought... It's a big house. We, the Hales, were a big family. I... there will be plenty of room." He paused for a second as they moved inside. "I want it back to it's former glory. Full of life. There could be room for Scott also."

He could see that Stiles thought about it for a moment. "I'd like that." He smiled, and Derek could have sworn there was a tear in his eye. "It would be almost like you'd be a leader of pack, although it wouldn't really... I mean. At least you'd be head of the household."

Derek shook his head, and pulled Stiles into an embrace. "Maybe, but I'm not a leader. I've proved that several times." He kissed Stiles on the forehead. "Would you still want this if I was a beta?" With his mouth closing in on Stiles' lips, he whispered: "Scott is a true-Alpha, he would be a natural leader."

Stiles pulled back abruptly. "So you really want to build a new pack?" He chuckled a little. "I'm not so sure Scott agrees, but... and for your status, I love you, not because you're an Alpha-werewolf, more in spite of it. It would have been much easier if you were human, but that's not an option."

-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-

Allison couldn't sleep. The few little naps she'd got in the hospital during the night were obviously enough to keep her awake at the moment. The sunlight from the outside didn't help much either. Even if the curtains were closed the rays still managed to bother her.

After twisting and turning for almost an hour, she got up and took a shower. She wanted to check on Lydia. After they had left her she'd gone home, and nobody had bothered to make sure she was safe. She had helped them, and could possibly also be a target for the revenge.

She didn't know if Hester and her pack had figured out how Lydia had fooled the guy in the hospital parking lot. Allison wasn't aware of the fact that the only one of them who'd seen Lydia's face, was securely cuffed to the radiator in Derek's loft. If she'd known, she might not have gone out of the house to make sure her friend was safe.

When her dad told her that they had taken a prisoner, he'd failed to mention who it was. Allison couldn't possibly know that this guy never realized that the girl in the parking lot had anything to do with what happened later either.

She stepped outside with her phone pressed to her ear, waiting for Lydia to pick up. The attack came like lightning from a clear blue sky. Allison lifted her arm to cover her face, and could feel the fangs of the woman in front of her dig deep into the flesh of her forearm. She screamed out in pain and tried to push her away.

Hester was strong, but when she tried to hit Allison's neck with her claws, dumb luck was the only thing that saved the girl. Allison had failed to close the door properly, so when she got attacked, she fell backwards into the house, causing Hester to lose her balance for a second. Allison could almost see her life flash before her eyes when her dad suddenly was at her side.

He aimed a gun at Hester's head. Allison's scream had alerted a few of their neighbors, and all three of them could see a few people moving towards the house. Chris hesitated for a split second. It was all Hester needed. Moments later, she'd fled out the door and vanished.

Chris was about to go after her when he looked at his daughter squirming and sobbing on the floor. He addressed the couple of people in the driveway. "It's okay. It was just a crazy distant relative. We'll be okay. I'll take care of it. Go home! I have to call the police so they can find her and put her back in the mental institution where she belongs."

Allison heard what he said; she could hear the door close, and it startled her to realize that she could hear the neighbors whispers from the outside.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-

Stiles was sitting on the bed watching Derek dig through his closet. "What do you need? How long will you stay?" Derek turned slightly and stared at Stiles. "When will they send your dad home?" When Stiles didn't answer, he paused and sighed heavily. "You have to help me. I'm sorry I mentioned the house. Don't even think about it right now. It will take a while."

The Hale-house was not on Stiles' mind. The only thing he could think of at the moment was to get closer to Derek's body and possibly get a release for his growing cock. Knowing that he'd spend an unknown period of time in the loft with Isaac as a keen listener, he wanted to get hot and heavy right now.

"I know I'm an invalid, but would it be possible to postpone our departure. I just... I just want you." He tried to put on a seducing smile, but wasn't sure if he managed. Derek bowed his head and even with his back turned to him, Stiles could see that he chuckled silently. "I need a shower regardless, and I can just as well do it here... with you." He pouted a little as Derek slowly turned towards him.

"We have time." Derek was still chuckling. "We will take the time. I thought, maybe... I don't know what I was thinking. Let's take a shower. An injured foot is not a problem, we've done that before."

They undressed in Stiles' room. Technically, Derek undressed them both. Then he lifted Stiles off the bed and carried him into the bathroom. "You need some alone time? I mean, I could wait outside if you need to..." Derek blushed as a schoolgirl on her first date. "I could go and get the garden stool."

Now it was Stiles' time to chuckle. "It's still here, and no, I don't want you to leave." He pointed at the shower-curtain. "Dad thought it was a good idea to keep it there until my ankle healed."

Derek gave him the same treatment with the soap as he'd done the last time they were in there, but when Stiles felt like he could cum any second, Derek got to his feet and started to soap himself up, completely ignoring the throbbing cock in front of him. Stiles was about to say something, but watching Derek caressing his own skin was so arousing; it left him speechless.

Sitting there with his back against the wall – not able to move much – Stiles had to touch himself. He was so hard now that his head was spinning. He didn't get a chance to do much before Derek pushed his hand away. "No, it's mine." He leaned down and kissed the head of the cock, before he got under the streaming water to rinse the soap off. "I hope the stool will hold."

Stiles had no idea what Derek was talking about. Even if it was made of plastic, it was still pretty sturdy. Seconds later he knew. Derek moved in and straddled him, lowering himself slowly until Stiles' cock brushed his asshole. With one hand around the shaft, Derek aimed and pushed down. Pain was written on his face, but he didn't stop until he was seated on Stiles' lap.

A shiver went through the Alpha and Stiles knew why. Derek didn't prep himself for this. He'd just impaled himself without any foreplay. For Stiles, the sensation was too overwhelming for him to comment on it. The tight squeeze on his cock was unbelievable. He knew that if Derek moved only a little bit, he'd cum in an instant.

Derek didn't move. He just wrapped his arms around Stiles and sat still. "I'll heal." The words were huffed out, as a response to Stiles' thoughts. Stiles could feel claws digging into his back and he wondered for a second if he'd survive this. Derek drew his breath and pulled back a little. Stiles could feel that the claws retracted, but he noticed the blood that was blending in with the water running down the drain.

Ever so slowly, Derek started to ride him. Stiles didn't know if the pace was set due to pain, or if he was afraid that the garden-stool would collapse. It didn't really matter. It took only a few thrusts before Stiles cummed. Derek was obviously close and he gestured for Stiles to grab his cock.

Stiles was only semi-alert, but he managed to respond to the suggestion. He tugged on it and in a matter of seconds Derek came also, squirting white stripes over Stiles' stomach. The water washed it away instantly, but a few drops lingered in the bellybutton for a few seconds.

"Ohmghhh." Stiles could not form a coherent sentence if his life depended on it. He was a little concerned about the scars on his back and if he was about to bleed out, but addressing it wasn't an option at the moment. Suddenly, he could feel Derek's hands on his cheeks, and seconds later he had a set of lips on his. "It was good." Derek whispered against his mouth. "We will try that again."