Chapter 4 was up and running now it's turn for chapter 5. Oh you've read the last chapter right? Of course you did. Why did you think the Sheriff asked Stiles at the end of ch4? Any ideas. Oh well to late you'll find out here. :D Any who let's start shall we.
Unbetaed, Don't own Teen wolf etc anything that I didn't cover.
"Stiles?"
Stiles stared at his dad, both quiet after that until Stiles gave a nervous chuckle. "No. Not stiles. S-Scarlet, just Scarlet." Stiles answered, busying his hands with the bottom of Derek's jacket. Stan took a step back and shook his head slightly. "It's just...your so much like him even your eyes are like his. I know sounds crazy to think that my son turned into a girl." He laughed slightly. "Think I watched and fell asleep to, to many syfy movies." He shook his head but turned serious once again. "Are you going to be okay?" He asked, Stiles was blank and numbly nodded his head slowly. "I..think I'll just go upstairs and go to sleep." Stiles said, giving a small -hopefully-convincing smile, it must have because his dad gave a smile back and Stiles turned to walk up the stairs.
He was in his room in a matter of seconds and was closing his door behind him, walking to his bed and laying down on it, lights off and everything still on. Burying his face in his pillow and hugging it close. It was moments later like someone was trying not to fall flat on their face as they climbed through the window. "Stiles!" Scott exclaimed quietly, practically jumping on his friend's bed and yanking 'her' to sit up and look at him. Stiles looked a bit broken, he was still gripping the pillow. Scott's face softened since he saw his friend was unharmed, physically. "Derek told me what happened. I'm so sorry! I should have known something was wrong when you were back sooner. I should have been there to stop what that guy did." Scott said softly, pulling Stiles' into a hug, he could feel Stiles' shaking his head because of the long hair brushed against his skin.
"How could you have known something like that was going to happen? Club full of people. Music up to loud. To many scents and emotions to try picking one out." Stiles said, having moved an arm to wrap around Scott and patted his back. "Do Allison and Lydia know what happened?" Stiles asked, pulling away from the comforting hug, back to wrapping his arms around the pillow. He watched Scott shake his head side to side. "They think you left with a guy." Scott smirked slightly. "You don't even want to know what Lydia was saying." Scott said, shaking his head slightly, remembering what Lydia said. Stiles opened his mouth and than closed it.
"That girl is more inappropriate than I am." Stiles commented finally, chuckling slightly. Scott smiled glad that he had gotten Stiles to think of something different, he had noticed that Derek's leather jacket was on Stiles. He really did wish he was able to have gotten to Stiles before he had ran out of the club. The woods were dangerous especially with the Alpha running around killing people. "What are you doing tomorrow?" Scott asked, leaning back against the headboard. "Nothing. I don't even want to go anywhere. My legs hurt like hell. Worse than when Coach gives us extra laps to run." Scott gave him a look. "Dude. I'm serious, but i'm just glad I got to wear these." Stiles said, pointing at the boots, than moving to take them off and massaging the crown of his feet.
"Allison and Lydia get home safe?" Stiles asked, Scott nodded, Stiles laid down on the side that was closest to the wall, Scott still sat against the head board. It was silent and the only thing that could be heard was their breathing and to Scott the sounds downstairs, the Sheriff in his room sleeping now, the wind and noises outside and their heart beats. "How long do you think you'll be a girl?" Scott asked, glancing at Stiles. "I don't know. It's been three...four days at most. Maybe we have to run into that chick again to get her to change me back. It's hard work being a girl. You know, it took me two hours. Two hours Scott. Just to get ready. It use to take me max of thirty to get ready." Stiles complained, Scott just laughed as quietly as he could.
Stiles' hand swatted at Scott and managed to hit him in the stomach. "Shut. up. It's not that funny. Now i know why it takes girls forever to get ready." Stiles said, pulling his arm back to him and laying across his stomach. Scott looked at the clock for the time and mentally swore. "I should get home before my mom gets off her shift." Scott said, getting up from the bed and walking over to the window. Stiles sighed. "There's this thing called a door. You know, people walk through it to get in and out of a house without looking like a burglar." Stiles commented as his friend slipped through the window, landing a foot on the roof. "But it's more fun this way. Plus your dad doesn't know you are you and having me here with a supposed niece doesn't look good especially since I'm with Allison." Scott said before disappearing into the night.
Stiles turned his head lazily to look at the alarm clock next to his bed. It was one in the morning Stiles didn't move his head back to stare at the ceiling instead he carried on staring at the glowing orange numbers. He moved his hand slightly to tug the blanket that was near the edge over his body, but it just ended up lazily flopping down on his waist and he didn't move any more and just closed his eyes, hoping that there would be no nightmares. A few thoughts floated through his mind. For one. He could take on a crazy killing Alpha and still be scared of dying but there wasn't any trace of that on his face. Hell he could take on that crazy bitch Kate and not show he was scared of her. He should have been able to act like he would have with the Alpha and Kate with that guy. Done something to hurt him other than kick him where it counted.
Also the other thing was he practically broke down over the situation, it wouldn't have bothered him if he were alone but Derek was there and that just made it seem like he was weak. Stiles groaned and sat up opening his eyes. But he wasn't weak! He still couldn't figure out why he couldn't face this guy without freaking the fuck out. It didn't make any sense to him whatsoever. Running his hands through out the waved hair, messing it up more and fingers pulling out leaves and small twigs and tossing them on the floor angrily. With every twig or leaf thrown to the ground each word was said. "I. Am. A. Fucking. Idiot." Stiles had told himself, gripping his long dark brown hair at the roots. Sure people have told him he was an idiot before but he shrugged it off as if it was nothing. But for him to say it himself was probably the worse thing that he could have done.
His head was bowed and the hair that he wasn't gripping fell to the sides blocking his face. He didn't even move, jump, or yell at whoever had taken refuge on the spot next to him, Stiles didn't even look over at the person. He was pretty sure it was Derek now, since Scott had to get home and was sure his dad was sleeping now. It was silent so Stiles finally sighed and spoke. "I'm fine. Thanks for the save and all." Stiles said. "You're not fine." Was Derek's reply. "I'll get over it, okay. So. I'll be fine." Stiles countered back, letting go of his hair and turning to glare at Derek, but the glare didn't reach any of his features. Derek actually looked concern for his well being. Stiles sighed. "Sorry." He mumbled, burying his face in his hands. "You're not an idiot either. Yes, you may do things that are idiotic or stupid but you're not an idiot." Derek told Stiles.
Stiles scoffed. "Yeah, okay." Stiles commented somewhat sarcastically. He heard Derek sighed and seemed to shift on the bed to get more comfortable. Stiles looked at him, Derek had put his feet up on the bed, stretching out, hands behind his head. "You're seriously not staying here, are you?" Stiles questioned the wolf. He also noted that Derek had taken his shoes off and was in a gray t-shirt. Stiles sighed, Derek didn't even answer his posture and the fact he had taken his shoes off were the answer. "Okay. Fine. Stay. But if my dad comes in and finds you here, don't say I didn't warn you." Stiles said, moving to lay down and on his side, back facing Derek and he moved to get comfortable. It was silence between the two and Stiles was slowly drifting into darkness and even let himself forget that Derek was sitting next to him.
~It was dark and the only light was coming from the moon. The wind was coming pass and through the trees in a gentle breeze, hitting Stiles exposed skin with a warmness. Looking around he could tell he was in the woods, looking around than down at himself. Female. Go figure. Continuing to look around, and starting to walk through the dark towards whatever direction to leave the woods or find someone he knew there. It didn't take long when he had stumbled into the clearing of the Hale house and was walking towards it. Thinking that either Scott or Derek, maybe both were there, walking up the steps to the front door, pushing it open.
Neither of the wolves came to him when he had pushed the red charred door open. "Scott? Derek? You guys here?" He called out, there was no answer. Stiles wondered for a moment before continuing into the Hale home. Maybe they were focusing on something intently that they didn't hear him. Walking farther into the house, through the living room, than the kitchen, than back to the front, walking into another room stopping dead in his tracks. He could see any of the features on this dark figure except that cruel smile.
"Hey there, sweetheart. Didn't expect to see you here." The man said, a shudder of fear ran through Stiles' body as he slowly backed up away from the figure. 'No' he thought. "This can't be happening." Stiles spoke softly, fear lacing into his voice. Stiles turned to make a mad dash but come in contact with a body and was grabbed by his upper arms. Stiles struggled against the grip as best as he could, he wanted those hands off him. How the hell did the guy move so fast anyway! He couldn't be a werewolf. Stiles went to scream but no sound came from his mouth. The man smiled evilly. "No one can hear you. Shouldn't even bother." he said, Stiles tried pushing at the man's chest to get free, but instead lost his balance and fell to the ground, as the man let go.
Stiles scrambled away but was paralyzed on the ground as the man loomed over him. Stiles tried yelling out something. Anything. He could feel the same thing when the shirt was ripped but the relief flooded his body when the man was thrown away from him, remembering that Derek had saved him. He was able to moved and sat up ready to thank Derek, but instead of looking into the face of the guy he knew he saw the face of the monstrous face of the Alpha. Stiles eyes widened with fear. He was defenseless and didn't have any plan of action because his mind was shooting him blanks. Trying to crawl away from the beast, he wasn't sure which was worse. The guy or the alpha.
Stiles hit something with his back and it didn't feel like a wall or door. It felt more like legs, he visibly paled and he turned to face the person who the legs were attached to. He had to add Kate to that list now. Pain shot up his left leg and his head whipped back to look at what caused it, but it seemed he already knew just had to see it to believe it. The claws dug into his leg and he tried shaking and kicking his leg at the beast but it hurt. Snickering behind him made him ignore as the alpha dug his other set of claws in his right thigh and tried not to yell in pain, he wasn't even sure if he'd be able to make a sound anyway. Kate was holding some kind of rod and a blue spark rippled across it's surface. It wasn't until it had made connect with Stiles' skin to figure out what it was. The rod was a teaser, he withered on the floor, pain in his leg and thigh from the alpha's claws.
Stiles had fallen back to a laying position limply and stared at Kate who struck him again with the rod, his body convulsed under the electric shock.
Derek stayed awake and on alert when Stiles had fallen asleep. It wasn't until maybe an half hour later when Stiles started tossing and turning and Derek could smell the fear emitting off of him in waves. Derek had moved to shake Stiles awake and it looked as if he was in pain and he tried struggling against Derek's hold on his shoulder, which wasn't that tight either. "Stiles." He called the teen's name, the only response was his body had stopped moving and fighting against him. Derek studied him, he could still smell the fear and knew there was still something wrong. Stiles had started to toss and turn again and Derek stared as it seemed Stiles had been shocked as his body convulsed the same way Derek's had when Kate struck him with that electrical rod.
A very pained expression crossed Stiles' face and he convulsed again and Derek was able to wake him, covering his mouth quickly as he let a scream escape and tried moving away from Derek while looking around rapidly. His heart was beating fast and his eyes landed on Derek, he look concerned, shock and another emotion Stiles couldn't pinpoint. But seeing Derek, Stiles gave a sigh of relief and moved to pat down his right thigh and left calf. They were undamaged and not bleeding or in pain. He slowly moved to lay down on his back and stared at the ceiling trying to calm his heart rate and breathing, wiping the sweat from his face and wiping his hand on the blanket.
"Stiles?" Derek questioned the teen, who didn't move or reply at first before he rolled onto his stomach and looked up at Derek. The roll had brought their bodies closer than they were before. "Yeah Der?" Stiles questioned back, resting his head down on top of his crossed arms. "What the hell just happened?" Derek asked, moving slightly so he could see Stiles face. Stiles with a few more breaths regained normal breathing and though his heart was still beating a bit faster than it should he felt better knowing all of what he had thought happened was just a nightmare. "Nightmare." Stiles replied softly, tapping his fingers along his arm. It was once again silence and Stiles looked up at Derek. "I'm not weak you know." Stiles said, his voice was tired and weary. "'I didn't say that." Derek replied, Stiles moved to sit up and was sitting right next to Derek's hip.
"Thinking it." Stiles sighed. "In the woods. Even before that I could have done something instead of running. I could have fought back! but I didn't" Stiles said, head dropping to look at the darkened sheets in shame. "I wasn't thinking it. Stiles you couldn't have fought him like you could have. In this...body you're not strong enough to defend yourself from a larger man who probably weight twice what you weight." Derek reasoned with the teen. "He had a gun and knife. I don't think anyone wants to see you dead." Derek added, staring at Stiles for a moment. Stiles looked up, tears threatening to fall. "Don't you think I thought about dying there! But...I can't die. I can't leave my dad alone or Scott to deal with his furry problem or do something stupid because he's in love." he looked down at his hands than at Derek.
He sighed in frustration. "Damn it Derek. Don't you get it!" He asked the wolf who just continued to stare at him, eyebrow raised. It was just easier to let Stiles talk then interrupt him. "I need to be strong. This form doesn't do me any good. It doesn't have the physical strength I need and apparently I lost half of the fucking emotional strength I had. Fucking stupid sorcerer and her damn magic body changing spell." Stiles mumbled the last part about the sorcerer, mostly talking to himself there. Stiles let his shoulders drop and just sighed letting himself fall forward and resting against Derek, head on shoulder and moving so his back was comfortable against the wolfs side. "Fucking hate being a girl." Stiles murmured. Derek was a bit shock on how Stiles just made himself comfortable against him, because well, he wasn't expecting him to.
Derek tried moving as little as possible and dragged the blanket to cover Stiles who was silent and his heart beat was one that sounded that he was still awake. Derek moved his right arm to rest across Stiles's stomach, having it rise with his breathing. It stayed silent between them and Stiles was slowly falling asleep once again and this time no nightmares came, which Stiles was thankful for. At some point Derek had even fallen asleep, after made sure Stiles wasn't going to have another nightmare.
Morning- 8:34 am- Sunday.
Stan didn't expect the scene in front of him when he went to check on Scarlet that morning. She was still sleeping and was cuddled into someone's side, arm around that someone's waist, and that someone was Derek Hale. He had his arm wrapped around her mid-back protectively and the hand on the other arm was resting on her arm that was wrapped around his waist. Both were still sleeping and Stan half wanted to wake Hale up to talk to him but than again Scarlet seemed to look perfectly fine sleeping next to the man. Even though still a bit dirty from earlier in the morning of what happened, she looked fine. He watched for a few more seconds, even Hale's normal scowling face was relaxed and seemed to be also in a peaceful sleep. So instead of waking one or both up, he closed the door and headed on downstairs to work, scribbling a note, on it saying that Hale were to stay until he got home so he could talk to the man.
Time- 10:03 am.
Stiles was slowly waking up and the body next to him was giving off warmth and the blanket over him and that body was keeping the warmth in. The teen also noted that there was an arm wrapped around him, as he had his around something and there was a hand on that arm, his other arm was pinned folded between his body and the other. Stiles waited a few minutes before moving and rubbing at his eyes with his left hand. He remembered it was Derek who had stayed with him for the night. Having cuddled up to the wolf after the nightmare. He didn't really want to move, for one he was comfortable, two it was warm where he laid. Stiles was surprised Derek was actually in a deep sleep.
Stiles decided to just trace patterns on Derek's stomach with his fingers until he felt like getting up. Thinking. He had woken up only the tightest bit when he thought a door had been opened but he wasn't sure if it was something that was part of his imagination or part of the house's noises or that it actually happened. Stiles stayed like that for how ever long until he had to go to the bathroom, so he carefully got up and moved out of Derek's arm and the blanket. He almost tripped walking out of the room but caught himself and continued out of his room to the bathroom. Stiles shut the door behind him and went pee. After that he washed his hands and looked up in the mirror and smiled slightly at his reflection, his hair was a mess.
He wanted to take a shower so he walked back to his room gathering the towels and a pair of shorts, undergarments and a tank top. Having slipped off Derek's jacket on the back of his computer chair, walking to the bathroom carrying a towel and his chosen clothes. Walking back into the bathroom and taking a quick shower, scrubbing his hair and skin clean, unconsciously scrubbing it red. Climbing out he dried his body than wrapped his hair in the towel as he dressed, tossing the previously worn clothes into a hamper and bare feet padded across the carpet down the steps and into the kitchen. Stopping to grab the note his dad left and started to read it as he grabbed something to drink and took a few sips of the orange juice before almost choking on it.
Putting the container down and regained his breath. "DEREK!" He yelled, turning to go back to his room but almost ran into Derek who still had a hint to sleep to him. Stiles shoved the note towards him and urged him to read it, Derek furrowed his brows in confusion than skimmed through it until he saw what had Stiles calling him down here, looking up from the note he saw that Stiles was pacing, also noting the towel that had been wrapped around his neck and hair damp. Derek looked back down at the note. "Stiles. I don't think it's going to be that bad." Derek told the pacing female. Stiles turned to look at Derek. "That bad? Not going to be that bad? Derek. We are talking about my dad. The Sheriff of Beacon Hills. Who probably won't hesitate to shot you if you do something wrong." Stiles said, walking over to Derek and poking his chest. "Right there. Going to shot right. There." He poked at him. "We don't need you not dying and becoming all wolfie. Okay. So don't do anything stupid." Stiles told him, turning back to the juice he had been drinking, while working on getting Derek one.
Derek plopped himself down in one of the kitchen chairs as Stiles set a glass of orange juice in front of him, leaning against the counter. Stiles stayed silent, thinking of what his dad would possibly want to say to Derek. Maybe it was for last night? After all Stiles did tell him that it was Derek and..."Oh god." Stiles muttered, Derek looked at him. "What?" Stiles looked at Derek. "The only reason he added you onto that note is because he saw us sleeping. Together." Stiles told the wolf who stared at him blankly. Stiles groaned. "You're still half asleep aren't you?" Stiles asked him, Derek just smiled slightly and nodded. Stiles shook his head, chuckling slightly. Moving to gather some pans to make breakfast, absently making food for two. Basics like eggs, bacon, home fries and toast. Derek watched Stiles work on cooking silently.
"I never let my dad cook." Stiles said to fill the silence. "Why's that?" Derek asked, as Stiles moved to the fridge to take the orange juice and milk out and placing those on the table, taking the butter and jelly out to put on the table as well for the toast. "He always burns it. Even burns toast." Stiles replied as he piled the food onto two plates, grabbing two forks and placing one of the plates and fork in front of Derek. Placing his own plate across from Derek and sat down. Derek sat not touching the food. Stiles had already eaten some eggs and bacon and raised an eye brow at Derek and swallowed the food he had chewed. "It isn't poisoned, it doesn't taste bad, so just eat it. After all. I spent time making it." Stiles commented, smiling and just for shits and giggles gave Derek a quick wink before turning back to his food.
"Did you just wink at me?" Derek asked, picking up his fork and taking some eggs and putting it on a slice of toast. Stiles looked at him and hid a smile. "I have no idea what you're talking about Mr. Hale. I think you're seeing things." Stiles said, smirking as he began eating again, Derek shook his head and began to eat as well. As they eat, they made small talk, after they were done Derek helped Stiles with the dishes and soon they were both just chilling on the couch watching a random tv show. Stiles decided to cuddle into Derek's side who didn't seem to really mind and just put his arm around Stiles' shoulders. Around noon or a little after there was a knocking at the door. "It's open!" Stiles called from the living room, next thing he heard were heels clicking on the floor. "Living room." Stiles called out, moving to his knees to look over the couch resting against it to see who walked into his house.
Lydia wanted to make sure Scarlet had gotten home safe, even though she figured she went off with some guy, she wanted to make sure she had made it home without incident. She had knocked on the door and got a good sign when Scarlet had yelled out that it was open. Lydia smiled and opened the door and walking in, next hearing the living room, she walked towards where the voice resigned from. Turning the corner to find Scarlet looking at her from over the couch with a guy with dark hair next to her, arm on the back of the couch, possibly had been wrapped around her friend's shoulder before she arrived. "Hey Lydia." Stiles said, smiling, red head smiled back and flicked her eyes to the guy sitting next to Scarlet. "Just wanted to make sure you got home safe and wasn't kidnapped or something. Some guys at that place are real psychos." Lydia told her. "So. Who's that?" Lydia asked, pointing to Derek. Stiles turned to look at Derek, who turned his head to look at Stiles than at Lydia.
"Oh wait. I think I know who you are." Lydia said, thinking for a second. "Derek Hale. Right?" She asked, Derek nodded. "Well. I'm Lydia Martin. I should be going now." She said, a grin on her lips, and winked at Stiles and lipped that Derek was a hot and left the house. Stiles laughed and turned around plopping back down to face the t.v. "What?" Derek asked, glancing at Stiles. Stiles covered his mouth shaking his head. "Lydia says you're hot." Stiles got out, bursting out in laughter. Derek looked at him as if Stiles lose his mind. "It's not that funny." Derek told him, though there was a tugging at the corner of his lips, not making his statement seem serious. Stiles patted Derek's cheek. "At least you weren't scowling at her like you do everyone else." Stiles said, dropping his hand. Derek was scowling at him now. "Ah! See what I mean. You're scowling. You scare people away with that you know. But me. Nope. I'm use to your scowling. That's why I call you sour wolf." Stiles rambled on.
Derek raised an eyebrow at the teen who rambled on. "Stiles, do you ever shut up?"Derek asked, Stiles looked at him and smiled, leaning in towards Derek. Getting about an inch or two away. "Never." He said, tapping Derek on his noses, before trying to jump over the back off the couch, but Derek's arm came to wrap around his waist and brought Stiles to his body. "That's not fair!" Stiles exclaimed. "I didn't get a head start." Stiles said, wiggling against Derek's hold. "You still wouldn't escape from running from me. Remember Stiles. i'm a werewolf." Derek said, watching Stiles trying to get the hair from his face, grabbing the towel and throwing it in Derek's face, who moved slightly to the side, avoiding the towel. "Still not fair." Stiles grumbled as Derek avoided the towel.
"How about we go somewhere instead of waiting doing nothing and come back before your dad get home." Derek suggested, letting Stiles sit up. "Dad wrote that he was working til eight so we got till than. I don't know what I want to do though." Stiles said, sitting on top of his legs. "We can see a movie, grab lunch and try to figure out what to while we eat. How's that sound?" Derek asked, Stiles nodded and hopped up from the couch. "I'll be right back." he said, as he jogged up the stairs to get his phone, keys, slipping his feet into the boots and lacing them up and grabbing Derek's jacket and shoes, skipping the stairs as he went downstairs. " I grabbed your things too." Stiles commented as he tossed Derek's his shoes and jacket.
Stiles thought for a moment before snatching the jacket back and slipping it on, ignoring the 'hey' from Derek. "It's awesome." Was Stiles reply before he walked out of the house, to his jeep. Derek was by his side, grabbing Stiles by the collar of the jacket and turning him, leading him away from his jeep. "Hey, hey, hey. All you had to say was 'no we aren't taking your jeep.'...why aren't we taking my jeep?" Stiles asked, as the two walked towards Derek's camaro and Derek unlocked the doors, looking at Stiles. "Because my camaro is better and you know it." Derek answered, climbing in. Stiles smirked and shook his head, before climbing into the passenger seat.
"Okay. That's fair."
What do you think of this chapter? Suggestions? Ideas?
So I decided to go through pictures and try to find one that matched what I thought 'Scarlet' would look like. So here it is, all you have to do is take all the spaces away so you'll be able to get to it. Send me a pm what you thought 'Scarlet' might have looked like that is only if you can get a picture close enough to what you think she might look like.
http : / i208. photobucket. com/ albums/ bb18/ bloody_kin /img_0481. jpg
Photo I made for the story(which is also my avatar): http :/ i208. photobucket. com/ albums /bb18 /bloody_kin /Sterek. jpg -Minus the spaces-
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