So i thank those who have reviewed or inbox me with what they thought. I also thank those who have put Stiles Is A Girl on their story alert and 1,000+ hits on this fanfiction for May and over 2,000 over all including the other stories. So one has been wondering about the story about Stiles' mother and than how he knows how to shoot a bow, that'll be explained this chapter or the next. Also thinking of having the sorcerer still in town, just in the open and all.
Unbetaed.
Teen Wold season 2 is up and running! :3 So happy! Oh and the scene with Stiles and Derek in Stiles' jeep. Anyone else notice Stiles trying to get Derek to flirt with him.
Also on June 4tTH will have officially graduated high school. Excited I'm done with it and less than a month before moving for college.
Parting from the kiss, Stiles rested his forehead against the werewolf's, who had a smiled on his lips. "That's nice but that still doesn't mean I'll tell you." Derek said, and Stiles gave a half laugh. "Go figure." Stiles spoke and had his hands on Derek's shoulders leaning back, hands gripping the older man's shoulders not to fall back onto the ground. "You're no fun." Stiles stated and was sort of freaking out on the inside because he just kissed Derek and Derek didn't pull away or push him off or yell. Derek was sort of freaking out with the act but Derek was nicer and well smile and laughing was awesome. Derek raised and eyebrow before sliding his hands up to Stiles' rib cage and yanking the teen forward towards him who gave a slight yelp of surprise. "I'm plenty of fun." Derek replied, Stiles' hands had slipped off of Derek's shoulders and were resting on the back of the couch. Stiles opened his mouth but than closed it thinking.
"Yeah. Sure you are. And you're enjoying me sitting here." Stiles said sarcastically, Derek's grip tightened slightly, smirking. "Oh my god. You are." Stiles exclaimed, but couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head. This was so out of character for both of them but neither seemed to mind that fact. Stiles moved to turn around to face the TV, Derek letting him move. Stiles sat in Derek's lap facing the TV, leaning against the Beta's chest, where he had wrapped his arms around Stiles' stomach loosely. They were softly talking to each other like they were before the hunter incident in the woods, Derek lightly ran his fingers over Stiles' right hand.
Stiles had fallen asleep at some point in the warmth that was Derek and had moved so he was sitting sideways on the the oldest lap and face cuddled into his chest. Derek gave a soft chuckle as he carefully got up with Stiles in his arms and walked up to the teen's room, making sure to avoid whatever Stiles had on his floor, pulling back the cover carefully and laying Stiles down onto the bed. He was planning on leaving and searching for any leads on the Alpha and to find out what Kate was up to, as he moved from the bed after covering Stiles with the comforter, his wrist was caught by Stiles' hand. "You shurd stay hur." Stiles slurred sleepily, hearing Derek's chuckle. "And you should learn to pronounce your words without sleep slurring." Derek stated, fingers slipped off his wrist as Stiles sat up slightly with a glare.
Giving himself a few minutes before speaking. "And maybe you should just get your ass in this bed so I don't have to slur sleepily." Stiles countered, smirking softly at Derek's expression, who got over the comeback and walked around the bed slowly and slid in beside Stiles. "Well looks who wants to stand up for himself." Derek said and than got hit in the chest with Stiles' left hand as he moved to lay down. "There are pillows on this bed. Don't think I won't try to suffocate your werewolf ass." Stiles commented, turning on his side to look at the said werewolf who had an eyebrow raised. "Don't give me that look." Stiles said, turning onto his other side to prove the point, though he was hearing Derek chuckle, and pulled against the wolf's body. Stiles huffed. "You're so getting into trouble." Stiles mumbled but settled against Derek non the less.
-Next Morning-
Stiles woke up much like the morning before, except face buried into Derek's chest, left arm around Derek's waist and the right pinned between their bodies. Derek had one arm underneath Stiles' head as a pillow and his other arm around Stiles keeping him close. Stiles inhaled slowly, the smells of the trees, leaves, a faint scent of axe but he couldn't pin point which one. Wait. Derek wore axe? Well so much for being oblivious to things. He exhaled and wiggled his arm from between their bodies to stretch it out at an awkward angle without hitting himself in the face or Derek in the face. He carefully moved himself away from Derek and got to sitting on the edge of the bed, getting up and going to the bathroom.
After brushing his teeth and brushing his hair out and tying it into a ponytail missing a few strands but shrugged and headed back to his room to find Derek stretched out over the bed on his stomach and face some what buried into a pillow. Stiles smirked and move quickly but quietly to find his phone. After finding it and quickly moving towards the bed with his phone on camera. Smiling, snapping it and deciding if he should send it to Scott or not, though he would get a kick out of it. Just as he was getting ready to send it. "Don't you even dare send it." Derek said causing Stiles to jump slightly and finger pressing the send button, Stiles looked at Derek than to his phone than Derek again giving a sheepish smile.
"I...uh...you...it sent." Stiles stammered out, giving a nervous chuckle. "what?" Derek asked as he turned his head to look at him, though it didn't look threatening with him still in a sleep like state. "You scared me. I jumped. Finger pressed send." Stiles said, and his breath hitched as he was grabbed and pulled forward onto the bed as Derek rolled onto his back and Stiles fell over onto his chest with a 'oh my god' and trying not to lose his phone in the process but he failed. "Dude!" Stiles exclaimed as he used his hands to push him up into a sitting position glaring down at the Beta, who put on a innocent face. "Nope. No. You're not innocent. So that face go away now- hey, hey, hey what are you doing?" Stiles said, as he was being pulled to lay down and Derek was over him.
Stiles looked up at him. "So...This isn't weird." Stiles said, with slight sarcastic, laughing slightly. "Hey. You started it." Derek commented, smirking slightly. "And I wasn't told no." Stiles countered returning the smirk, fingers moving to rest on the wolf's neck, who leaned down, Stiles was the one who connected their lips in a kiss. There was a throat being cleared at the bedroom door, and Stiles yanked away and moved to see who was standing at his bedroom door. His dad. Well technically his uncle, since he wasn't exactly Stiles the boy. He gave a slight laugh. "Uh...hey there. I thought you'd be at work now." Stiles said a bit flustered, giving the best innocent smile he could. "And I thought Derek would have went home." Stan commented back, arm slightly crossed but loosely.
Stiles looked at Derek who had slowly moved off of Stiles and sat on the bed next to him, than back at his dad. "He...uh..stayed the night. He likes to cuddle." Stiles told his dad who just sighed and shook his head. "I can see that." Stan said, Stiles sat up. "So. Uh. You off to work or something?" Stiles asked, patting down the blanket that covered his legs while stretching. "I was just heading out now. I don't want you in the house all day." Stan said, pointedly looking at Derek and 'Scarlet'. "Or any house all day." He added. Stiles nodded. "So outside. Gotcha." Stiles said, raising his hand to wave bye. "Have a good day. Don't eat fast food or curly fries." Stiles told his dad as he turned and lifted his shoulders slightly. "No promises." He heard his dad called back. Stiles jumped out of the bed.
"I'll call the station and make sure they keep an eye on you!" Stiles called to him just as the front door closed, Stiles sighed and shook his head. "I'm so going to have to call later." Stiles mumbled to himself as he turned back towards Derek. "Well. You heard him. No house." Stiles said as he walked over to the closet searching for an outfit. "And do what?" Derek asked, laying back onto the bed. "Something. Oh. I know. Shop for a freaking bow and arrow to fight against Kate and her goons." Stiles said, turning around with a pair of skinnies, a plaid shirt and a beater. "I'm going to change." Stiles turns around and walks towards his bedroom door. "Stay." Stiles says before walking to the bathroom. Derek huffed from his laying spot on the bed. Stiles' phone started going off, Derek rolled onto his stomach and reached around on the ground for Stiles' phone and opened it. Scott.
He answered it. "You send that to anyone and I mean anyone. I WILL rip your throat out. With. My. Teeth." Derek said to him before the teen could say anything. "I...uh..Where's Stiles?" Scott asked slightly cautiously. Derek smirked, this was going to be fun. "Getting cleaned up." Derek replied. "from what?" He could hear the confusion in the teen's voice. "From some late night actives." Derek said, smirking. "Late...night actives?" Scott questioned, Derek sighed. "Put the pieces together Scott. It's not that hard." Derek said just as Stiles walked back in throwing the clothes in a basket. "Derek? What are you doing on my phone?" Stiles asked, looking at the Beta who looked up at him.
"Just telling Scott about our fun night." Derek stated, Stiles raised an eyebrow. Well was talking and basically cuddling a fun night? "What are you talking about?" Stiles asked him walking over to him, grabbing his phone from Derek just in time for Scott to hear him freak out. "Ugh that's just...no! Stiles wouldn't do that!" Stiles glanced at Derek. "Do what Scott?" He asked seriously. "What did you tell him Derek?" Stiles asked the man in front of him, who just smiled, not giving an answer. "Scott?" Stiles asked after not hearing anything from his friend, but he blurted out something about 'not needing to know about your sex life' before hanging up.
Stiles furrowed his eyebrows together as he brought the phone away from his ear to look at it in confusion. "Okay. That was strange. Like really strange." Stiles said, as he pocketed his phone and looked at Derek. "Come on. Get up, we're going out." Stiles said, walking around his room gathering a few things, Derek still laying down on the bed. Stiles turned to him as he slipped on a purple hoodie. "Dude." Stiles breathed staring at Derek who had closed his eyes, walking over to him he swatted at the Beta's head who made a grunt growling noise. "I told you we were going out. Get up." Stiles told him turning and leaving his room. He made it downstairs to the front door before Derek's voice cut through the silence. "You're going to tell me how you know how to make a bow?"
Stiles shrugged as he walked out of the house. "I could. But than again I don't have to." Stiles said, as Derek walked pass him, so he could lock the door. "I could make you tell me." Derek said as they walked towards Stiles' jeep, Stiles laughed slightly as he climbed into the driver's side. "Wouldn't work." Stiles said once Derek climbed into the passenger side. Stiles put the jeep in reverse, backed out and than shifted gears and was driving down the road. "My mom had these archery classes she use to go to on the weekdays. She use to take me when I turned six when I was messing around with them but than she helped with my accuracy and had taught me how to make a bow from what ever I had around me. We were lucky yesterday when you had the elastic band." Stiles explained after moments of silence.
"So your mom taught you. How long had she been doing it?" Derek asked, as he looked at Stiles' right hand, which the teen unwrapped and letting it breath, it was scabbing over already. "She started learning when she was six. Same time she started teaching me. I stopped practicing when she died." Stiles answered, it had been six years since he last made or picked up a bow and arrow. They pulled into a parking space at the sports store. "I think I just need to pick up some supplies to clean up the bows we have packed away." Stiles stated, which seemed to be talking to himself as he cut the engine and hopped out, Derek following the teen's lead. "Just how many would you have?" Derek asked as they pass through the store's doors. "Uh...a lot actually. We had all different sizes and she kept her old ones as she grew up. So I could probably pull one of those ones out." Stiles answered walking straight towards the bows and scanning the shelves to find a few things.
"Right. So once we get all that set, you're going to drive to my house and practice shooting?" Derek asked, standing behind the teen looking at the items on the shelf. "No. Wait. Yes. I'm going to do exactly that." Stiles glanced back at him before at the items. "How did you guess that?" Stiles asked, picking a few things up. "Well it's a secluded area. Good place to practice with out a license to hold said weapon." Derek said, as Stiles pushed some of the items into the Beta's hands. "Smart brain you have there." Stiles commented grabbing a few more things. "Okay. Set." Stiles said, walking towards the empty counter and setting the things down, Derek setting down what had been shoved at him. Bow strings, polish, some kind of tape and something else Derek wasn't sure what it was. Stiles watched as the cashier rung out the items and was soon telling him the price. Stiles grabbed his money and paid, grabbing the bag as he walked away.
"So, we'll stop by my house. I run to the attic and grab a few different bows to see which one works best." He dug his keys out and tossed them at Derek. "You drive. Don't crash my baby." Stiles said, as he moved to the passenger side. Derek looked a bit confused but none the less listened. It was thirty minutes later when they were pulling onto the dirt path towards Derek's house, Stiles with a bow in hand fixing it up some. Pulling up next to his house, Derek parked the jeep and cut the engine. Stiles handed the bow to Derek. "Got two more to look over." Stiles said, as he twisted in his seat and moved into his back seat, grabbing the next bow and starting on that. Derek studied the bow that was in his hand. It was thirty minutes after that Stiles had the back of his jeep open, a bow in hand and digging in a box to pull out the case of arrows, slipping the strap over his shoulder and grabbing a glove and carefully slipped it on his right hand.
Stiles glanced back at Derek who was watching him with an eyebrow raised. Stiles rolled his shoulders before walking away from his jeep and planted his feet on the ground, pulling an arrow out and raising the bow with the arrow loaded on it. Taking a slow breath before aiming and releasing the arrow. It flew threw the air and hit dead center of the tree Stiles was aiming at. A smile spread over his lips, it had been years and Stiles still had it. "Glad you're on our side." Derek's voice traveled to him. Stiles looked over at Derek, and gave him a slight smile. "Yeah, I think you should be glad about that. I got some serious aim here." Stiles waved the bow slightly. "Stella?" Someone called out, Stiles raised an eyebrow before looking over where the voice came from, Derek growled slightly and Stiles waved a hand at him.
It was an older man who seemed to be jogging, Stiles recognized the guy. He was one of the members of the club his mother was in, even helped him sometimes. He got closer. "Uh. No. Sister's daughter. Sorry." Stiles answered, hand resting at his side, gripping the bow. The man looked her over. "Oh sorry. Just you looked so much like her and I thought I was seeing a ghost. Oh by the way my name is Mike, old friend of her's." "I know. A club thing. Scarlet." Stiles answered, Mike looked down at the bow in his hand. "Practicing?" He questioned, Stiles nodded, Mike smiled slightly. "Let's see what you got?" He said, glancing at the blue jeep to see Derek leaning against it but looked back at Stiles, who shrugged and pulled an arrow out. He positioned it and aimed, pulling back and letting go. It flew straight forward and split the first arrow apart. "Damn it." Stiles said. "What do you mean? That was incredible." Mike said, Stiles sighed. "I have limited arrows and I just broke one of them." Stiles said, Mike looked thoughtful for a moment.
"Listen. The club is still running, it'd be cool to see some young skill there, remind the older people that they're up against something. I'm sure we could give you more up to date items. Stella was a great friend and I'm sure we'd have no trouble helping her niece out. You know where it is?" Stiles nodded. "Yeah. I'll stop by, thanks." Mike nodded and ran off, out of hearing distance for both of the two in front of the Hale house. "Well now. That was interesting." Stiles said, walking towards the tree he hit. "I think it was strange." Derek said, Stiles turned to him with the broke arrow and the non-broken arrow in hand. "Well. A bit. But my mom knew a lot of people, and now that I think about it, I sort of look like her when she was younger." Stiles stated as he pulled out another arrow once he was back in place.
"You going to go to the club?" Derek asked as he walked over and to stand behind Stiles watching how he pulled the arrow back and let it go, aiming at the same spot. "Yeah. To check some things out." Stiles answered, glancing back at Derek who looked impressed, than back at the tree pulling out another arrow. "Check what things?" Derek questioned, an eyebrow raised. "Some odd things I've noticed about my mom's life." Let's go off the arrow.
-Couple days later. Place: Dispatch W.W.H.C-
Stiles climbs out of his jeep and grabs the bag that was in the passenger seat, closing and locking his jeep up and walking through the doors to be find Mike grabbing a bow and a load of arrows. He turns to her. "Hey. Didn't actually think you'd take up the offer." He said, eyeing the bow that rested on Stiles' shoulder. "That's an old one. Stella's favorite. Good condition to." he said, Stiles shifted slightly and nodded. "I know. It was because she could move faster with it, light weight but still nice looking." Stiles said and Mike gave a smile. "Let me introduce you to everyone. How's Stan doing?" He asked as they made their way to the center of the building. "He's doing good. Still encased in his work." Stiles answers as they step through a pair of doors. Stiles was not expecting to see Chris or Kate there or the two goons that were with Kate or in fact any other hunters he knew of. He stopped and looked around the room.
Mike starts pointing to each person and saying their names, once that was done he introduced Stiles. "This is Scarlet. Stella's niece. Remember I mentioned her a couple days ago." Mike said, smiling lightly at her. "That's right. The one you saw shooting the arrows in front of the Hale house." Kate spoke, Stiles turned his attention to her, Kate smirked. "So. What's your aim like?" She asked, Stiles wanted to laugh. Kate knew exactly how his aim was. But he didn't laugh and went with something else. "Pretty amazing. Very accurate." Stiles replied, shouldering the bow off his shoulder. "Let's see it than." Kate said, looking around at the others, they were interested, so Stiles nodded, and drew an arrow and stayed planted where he was. He looked around the targets, deciding which to pick.
There was a number of them, a number of feet back. From ten feet to twenty-five feet to hundred feet. Stiles felt the arrow slightly, it was heavy enough to fly the hundred distance. He loaded the bow and pulled back, aiming for the very last target which hide behind another. It was silent and Stiles let it go. Everyone including him watched it fly, Stiles lowered the bow as it made an impacting thud as it hit the target. Chris looked at the arrow than at Stiles, impressed written on his features, Stiles looked around at everyone else who also seemed impressed, Kate had a smile on her lips. "You should get along just fine with us." She said, before the hours past with arrows flying through the air, thuds as they hit targets and small conversations. Stiles was actually surprised at how right Kate was when he fit in just perfectly and was talking among the members, who aged between twenty-five to fifty.
For the days leading up to Saturday, Stiles hung out with Derek, certain days he hung out with Lydia and Allison for 'girl time', Scott when he wasn't with Allison, but mostly it was with Derek and they usually stayed in watching t.v, cuddled to each other or out for walks and playing sports. Stiles finding out Derek was beyond amazing at playing lacrosse, which after Stiles switched to playing Tennis, which was a lot more fun than lacrosse especially when Stiles would hit the ball hard and Derek would happen to miss it as it either hit his chest or close to his face. But either way it was fun and they had fun playing it. There were a few times where they'd go and watch movies, other times Derek had stayed for dinner, and him and Stiles dad would talk about baseball or football, sports in general, or life in general. It was interesting.
Stiles was at the W.W.H.C on Saturday and was just finishing up as he passed by a room that had a barely closed door, but light and voices were streaming out. "She'd make a great addition." Stiles heard, he stopped before the door and looked around. Mostly everyone else headed home and no one was near him in the halls. He knelt down and peaked through the crack, to see Mike, Chris, Kate, and a few others who's names slipped his mind. "But haven't you seen her around? She's hanging out with Hale. She's not going to agree to something she doesn't know." Mike had said, he was sitting in a chair like the others, while Kate was sitting on a table, legs crossed. "Trust me she knows about them. When I first met her, she very much hinted to me she knew about werewolves and that she knew Derek was one of them." Kate spoke.
Stiles' features, if anyone was looking at him would be reading confusion, Stiles continued to listen. "But we also know that she's dating Derek. With what we know there is no way she'll become a hunter." Chris said, a dark brunette spoke next. "Than we just have to show her why we have to hunt them." Vince said, Stiles covered his mouth quickly, eyes widening. It made sense now why Kate and Chris were here. It wasn't just some club but a hunter club. Than that meant the Webster Wikes Hunting Club wasn't that but instead a Werewolf Hunting Club. Stiles shut his eyes. Why would his mother be involved in a werewolf hunting club? A hand had wrapped around the back of his neck and Stiles' eyes shot open and spun to face the owner. It was a red head female, if he recalled her name was Alice.
"Well. I think you just found out." Alice said, before pulling Stiles to stand up and lead him into the room that he was in front of. The occupants turned their heads to look at Stiles. Kate didn't seemed surprised. Alice had let go. "Found her outside the door." She said, as she walked over to take a seat. Mike nodded slightly. "How much did you hear?" He had asked, Stiles stiffened but looked to him. "That this is a hunter club. A club that hunts werewolves, and that you know that I know about them and that you know that I know Derek is one." Stiles stated, hands in fists. Kate smiled. "Smart and pretty." Kate said, swinging her legs. Stiles turned and glared at her, but than smirked. "Very. Maybe that's why Derek likes me better than he liked you." Stiles stated, everyone stayed silent, Kate stopped swinging her legs to look at him. "Oh honey. He liked me more. Actually loved me." Kate said, Stiles gave a laugh. "Loved. Past tense. So. i'd probably say he loves me more than he ever loved you." Kate sneered slightly.
Stiles smiled, it was half true anyway. Stiles and Derek were more of a couple than what Stiles originally thought, but he really wasn't complaining, or minded it. Plus it was fun to see how Kate reacted. Before anything else could be said between the two Chris spoke. "Enough." Stiles and Kate gave each other a glare before looking at Chris. Stiles spoke before any one else could. "Why was Stella part of this club? How did her own family not know she was a werewolf hunter?" Stiles asked, this is where his questions would start and the answers. He looked at Mike for the answer. It was silent for a long while and Stiles glaring at the man before Mike finally sighed. "She was a hunter years before she met Stan. She was in Washington and moved to Beacon Hills to gain a new form of safety, I suppose." Mike started with.
Stiles waved a hand for him to continue, he did. "It was a month when everyone here got to know her. After that she had met Stan and didn't come around to often. Was with him when he was off. Do you know how they met?" Mike asked looking at Stiles. Of course he knew. His mother would tell it to him as a bed time story. Stiles nodded, it seemed they were treating 'Scarlet' more like a daughter to Stella instead of a niece. "They met when they crossed paths, jogging in the woods. A few or more miles away from the Hale house." Stiles answered, Mike nodded, and leaned back into the chair he was sitting in. "She was also working a mission a few months later and had befriended the Hales, but mostly, Melinda and Valentine." "Derek and Laura's parents." Stiles answered, Mike nodded.
There was another sigh from the man. "She got to know them. Their family. The kids. Cousins, nieces, nephews. The uncles and aunts. The whole family. The problem was. She strayed from her mission, to see if they were actual danger to us and if they had done anything wrong." "If they killed someone." Stiles stated, Mike nodded. "Years later. She gets married to Stan. Has a kid of her own and names him after her grandfather and gave up on being a hunter but still stopped by to practice her hobby. Sometimes she brought Stiles with her. Honestly I think the kid would have been a great hunter but she wouldn't allow it. She got closer to the Hales as well." Stiles saw a hunted expression cross his features as well as everyone else in the room.
Stiles had a feeling he was going to learn how his mother really died. "We found out that she helped the Hales on the full moons. It didn't seem like she got hurt at all when she was doing that. But than, one full moon ten years ago she was in the Hale house when it went up in flames."Stiles eyes widened. "She died with most of the Hale family that night." Mike's voice softened and he closed his eyes. Stiles swore his heart stopped beating and than speed up like he was having a heart attack. He slowly backed up and stopped when his back hit the wall. How the hell couldn't he have known something like that? Something that drastic and very necessary to know, especially at that young of an age.
Stiles looked down at the boots he was wearing, the color was beginning to fade and they looked a lot older than they actually were. Stiles turned quickly and was out of the room, and running down the hall to the exit before anyone could stop him, he ran to his jeep, digging the keys out as fast as he could and got in quickly and peeled out of the parking lot and drove to Derek's house faster than he was suppose to but he couldn't go home. Not with this information and than having a possibility of breaking down in front of his dad and giving away a lot of secrets his dad didn't even know about. Derek was next to his jeep within minutes, of Stiles parking it, and cutting the engine, stumbling out into Derek's chest and arms, wrapping his smaller ones around Derek.
Derek was concerned, and wrapped his arms around Stiles who was quiet. "Stiles? What happened?" Derek asked after a moment of silence. Stiles was breathing slowly in and out and let go to close his door and than lead Derek to the porch of the burnt home, sitting down on one of the steps, Derek moved to sit behind him, taking off the leather jacket and resting it on Stiles' shoulders before wrapping his arms around the teen. "You know that W.W.H.C building I've been going to?" Stiles asked, Derek nodded, resting his head on Stiles' shoulder. "It was a werewolf hunting club. I didn't know until I over heard them speaking tonight and than."Stiles trailed off, carefully slipping his arms into the jacket's sleeves, Derek's arms had tensed around him meaning his body must have as well. "than what?" Derek questioned keeping the growl from his voice. "I found out how my mom really died. She was here. With your family and was burned to death." Stiles said quietly, hands resting on Derek's arms and tightened their grip slightly. "She became a family friend to yours and had given up hunting." Stiles said after a long heart wrenching silence.
Derek sighed and nuzzled into the side of Stiles' neck and Stiles leaned back into Derek closing his eyes. This was all to much to take in. It was insane, unbelievable but it was real and it was no lies. They stayed quiet as they comforted one another, Stiles' fingers lightly sliding over Derek's arm, Derek's face in Stiles' neck and one hand playing with the long hair, to help keep him calm or well both of them calm. "What the hell am I going to do?" Stiles asked after the long silence. It was silent for a minute after that. "Become a spy." Derek said, Stiles raised an eyebrow and turned around in the Beta's hold. "Be a spy? You want me, to join the hunters, and spy on them." Stiles said with a 'are you crazy' look. Derek nodded his head. "Are you fucking insane? It's bad enough I already had to deal with Kate and now you want me to voluntarily join her and the hunters." Stiles said, a had coming up to rest on Derek's forehead.
Derek leaned into it slightly. "Werewolves don't get sick." Derek said, Stiles gave a huffed laugh and shook his head slightly. "Not unless you're shot with wolfs bane. Got it." Stiles said, leaning forward, resting his forehead against his hand. It was another long silence of the two just sitting like that. "So a spy huh?" Stiles questioned, dropping his hand and leaning against Derek's chest. "For one, you'd be in the hunter loop and would know what's going on. Two. You'll have the bullets and equipment you'll need if the Alpha ever shows up and Scott or I aren't around to fight him off so you can run." Derek said, Stiles thought for a moment than sighed. "i suppose it wouldn't be that bad. I'm going to be making some rules of my own if I'm joining." Stiles said, standing up slowly, grabbing Derek's hands to make him stand as well.
Derek was taller than Stiles like this and he had Derek move to where he was standing and Stiles stood where Derek was. He smiled. "There. I'm taller than you now." Stiles said, hands resting on Derek shoulders as he looked down at the Beta, who was looking up at him. "Well if I step up like this." stepping up one step. "Makes you only a little bit taller now and if I do this."Another step up and Stiles was looking up at Derek now. "I'm taller than you." he smiled, Stiles laughed slightly. "Yeah well I can do this." Stiles said, a hand moved to the back of Derek's neck pulling him in for a kiss. Derek slipped his arms around Stiles and pulled him closer. Stiles fingers threaded with Derek's hair.
It was a few minutes later when they parted so they could get oxygen, Derek rested his forehead against Stiles', who smiled at him. "Well that's not really fair now." Stiles said, before Derek could actually get an answer out a growl echoed through the area. It wasn't Derek's and he swung around, standing protectively in front of Stiles. Stiles stared at the two glowing red eyes that shone out from the darkening surroundings. "Oh shit." Stiles breathed, hands instantly gripping onto the back of Derek's shirt. "Stiles run." Derek growled out, Stiles tightened his grip on Derek's shirt as he tried moving forward. "Wait. I can help!" Stiles exclaimed in a whisper. "Stiles. No. You could get hurt." Derek glanced back quickly than eyes on the Alpha again, snarling. Stiles dropped his hands from Derek's shirt, who darted forward because the Alpha advanced and roared. Stiles darted towards his jeep, even when Derek told him to run.
There are no flash bomb arrows in his jeep but there was arrows that could be used. Swinging the door open, usually Stiles could just hop half in and reach whatever was in the back but this time he had to crawl all the way in the car and just grabbed the arrows and bow when the door slammed shut. Stiles turned to look at the door and could see the window cracked, moving slowly around to try and see what it was and screamed when red eyes appeared right in front of the window he was looking out of and jumped back to the opposite side of the jeep. The clawed paws are on his jeep and he's staring right at Stiles. Who grabs the arrow and bow and holds it up. The Alpha roars and rears back and violently shoves the jeep. Hard enough that it rolls a few times before crashing into a tree and knocking it down with the weight of the jeep.
Stiles groaned in pain, he was thrown about the back of his jeep, a lot more than he probably would have been if he was his original body. He was smaller and therefore, lighter and easy to throw around. Stiles laid on his jeeps' ceiling staring up at the floor. Arrows broken, scattered over him, other not broken but digging in some parts of the skin. Like possibly the side of his neck, his left hand is throbbing and in pain, laying helplessly on his stomach. "fuck." He groaned out in pain, using his right hand to move the arrow points digging into his skin and tossing them away from his body. It hurt to move, a loud growl occurred and he stopped moving, heart beating fast. "Oh god. I'm going to die." He breathed out, and turned his head towards his right to see if the Alpha was going to attack again.
After nothing, he started breathing in and out slowly, and army crawled carefully out the driver window that was broken. Using his right hand to stand up and looking around. "Derek?" He calls out, his voice is pained, he starts walking slowly at first making sure his legs aren't injured. He's pretty sure there are bruises and cuts though. He looked at his right hand because it felt wet, and it was. With blood, the cuts that were healing were opened up and the scabs were missing, looking away from it and moving it to hold his left hand. "Derek?" He called out again and a pained groan came somewhere from his left, he heads over that way and practically trips down in front of Derek's body, using his right hand to reach out touching Derek's face lightly and checking him over for injuries. His right arm was cut open and blood was seeping out as it slowly healed, a few slash in different directions on his chest and a claw mark across his legs.
"Hey." pats Derek's face trying to get him to respond to him. Eyes flutter open and lock onto Stiles' face, his none hurt arm reaches up to Stiles' cheek and rests there. "What the hell happened to you?" Derek asked, trying to sit up and was able to, Stiles kneeling down and using a leg to help the wolf sit up. "I went to my jeep. To get the arrows and bow to help. He shut me in my jeep and fucking rolled it till it hit a tree." Stiles answered. "What injuries?" Derek asked, but was looking over Stiles and sees the cuts and the bruises that were forming, the cut on his right hand was bleeding again and he was holding his left hand close to his body. He carefully brought his right hand to Stiles left who winced back and bit his bottom lips from making a screaming time noise.
"I think it's broken." Stiles said, looking down at his wrist. "We have to get you to the hospital." Derek said, moving to stand up, Stiles got up quickly. "What? How the hell am I going to explain how this" Motioning to himself. "Happened?" Derek wobbled slightly, Stiles moves to wrap his good arm around his shoulder and holds it in place with his right, making sure his left hand isn't bumped to much. "Car crash." Derek answered. "Because it's sort of true. Get to the camaro, I should be healed by the time we get to the hospital." Derek said, as they made their way to the werewolf's car, Derek digging the keys out and unlocking it. Stiles helping him in before walking around and getting in the passenger seat. Derek started up the car and pulled out.
Stiles looks at Derek who looked like he was holding in anger but he was also concerned. "Why do you think the Alpha left?" Stiles asked, holding his hand in place. Derek shrugged. "I'm not sure. I think I heard an arrow or something fly through the air. I kind of blacked out for a short time." Derek, Stiles nodded and looked up at the hospital as they pulled up, Derek was right, he was healed by the time they were here, but it was going to be difficult to explain his torn clothes. Stiles took a breath and pushed the door open, Derek following after cutting the camaro's engine, right at Stiles' side. Stiles stands in the spot, breathing slowly. "Are you going to be okay?" Derek asked, Stiles nodded and started walking towards the doors, Derek by his side.
The first person to see him was Mrs. McCall who stared wide eyed for a minute before rushing up to him. "What happened?" She asked directed towards Stiles but glanced at Derek than back to Stiles. "What's your name sweet heart?" Mrs. McCall asked him. "Scarlet Stilinski." Stiles answered. "Stan's niece. Right this way, explain to me what happened." leads Stiles to a room, Derek following. "I was in..a car accident. Hit tree and roll over kind of accident." "And him?" Mrs. McCall motioned to Derek. "He found me." Mrs. McCall nodded, and was looking over his hand. "Broken. I'm going to need you to change into a hospital gown to see the rest of the damage. While you do that I'll call the Sheriff." She went to a cabinet and got out a cloth hospital gown and set it on Stiles' lap before leaving. Sighing and moving to stand, trying to work the shirt off without disturbing the broken hand to much.
"Stop." Derek said and walked over to a few drawers and started going through them until he turned around with a pair of scissors. "We're cutting my shirt?" Stiles asked as Derek walked back over to him to his right side grabbing the side of the shirt and started carefully cutting up. Stiles moving his arm up slightly and Derek cut to the neck piece than cut the sleeve care not to bump Stiles' hand. "Done, now you can just slip it off one side without worrying about your hand." Derek said, setting the scissors onto the counter, turning and sitting in the chair by the bed, eyes closed. Stiles slipped the shirt off and started on his boots, than pants and slipped the gown on. By that time Mrs. McCall was back. "Uh. Mr. Hale, I'm going to have to ask you to wait in the waiting room." She said, Derek opened his eyes and nodded. Standing up and walking to the waiting room.
The door closed and Melissa looking over the wounds, with the gown off, cleaning them. Bandaging any that need it or band-aids on others, cleaning his right hand. After all that the gown put back on, the hand in a cast and sling. It was an hour later by the time they were done and Stan and Derek were able to come back in. Stan coming right up to him and checking him over, avoiding the hand, asking a million and one questions. Stiles answering some, Derek others. Stan didn't want to leave but he had to get back to work, so he ordered Derek to take him home and keep him company. Derek agreed and that would explain why Stiles was struggling with a tank top at the current moment. Derek laughing at him, Stiles rolled his eyes at the Beta. "It's not funny. I'd like you try and get a shirt on when I can only move so much." Stiles didn't mind if Derek saw his body, after all Stiles just thought of it like a bikini kind of thing.
Derek shook his head but stood up from the computer chair and walked over to Stiles, helping him put the tank top on and moving him to sit on the bed, taking a seat next to him. It was silent for a long while and Stiles moved to lay down, bringing Derek with him, and lay at an angle using him as a pillow. "I told you to run." Derek said, fingers carding through Stiles' hair. "And I don't listen very well to orders. Plus I could have helped. I had arrows and a bow and super amazing aim." Stiles answered, moving his head so he could look at the Beta. "And if you ran. You wouldn't have cuts and bruises and a broken hand." Derek told him, Stiles laughed slightly. "Living in a world of werewolves and hunters I'm surprised injuries didn't come sooner" Stiles replied, it was quiet. "You know it wasn't your fault. Right?" Stiles asked him, sitting up and turning to look at Derek, who had that 'my fault' face.
Stiles slapped his right hand down onto Derek's chest. "Not your fault." Stiles said softly, slowly gripping the shirt fabric. Derek looked at Stiles, studying him for a few seconds before nodding. Stiles gave a slight smile and laid back down, keeping his hand where it rested on Derek's chest. They fell asleep like that.
Yeah. Took forever right? But it's here and now I have to start working on the next chapter. Hoped you enjoyed. Also looked like I revealed the whole deal with Stiles' mom and all that. Hoped it was cool and all.