Author's Note: These have been mostly in order up to now but it occurred to me that I skipped one of my favorite Hurt Stiles moments. Again the language in this one is a bit tougher than usual. Also this one is very long… I own nothing'

The Sheriff's Station

Stiles really wanted nothing more at that moment than to punch Matt in the head, or maybe Scott. She'd called this, called it from the moment she'd set eyes on the creepy little bastard. But no here she was marching back into her dad's office a gun pressed to the back of her head. She cleared her throat to let the other two know she was there, Scott should have heard him coming, but he hadn't. What good were werewolf senses if one never used them? If her dad got hurt or worse here she was going to kill Matt, then Jackson, then Scott. Or maybe she'd just stop helping him, if she did he'd be dead within the week anyway she had no doubt. Deaton might be able to keep him alive for a few days Stiles mused as the three of them were marched away from the Sheriff's office. Matt marched them to the holding cells and pulled a pair of handcuffs from his belt. He tossed them to Stiles who barely caught them. He gestured towards her father with his gun.

"Cuff him to the wall." Stiles hesitated glaring at Matt like her death stare was going to actually do him some damage. He pointed his gun at the former sheriff.

"Do it now or I swear to god I will shoot him." Stiles frowned at her dad who sat down slowly on the bench and just as slowly raised his hand to the hook on the wall where they usually handcuffed suspects. Stiles reluctantly snapped one cuff around the wall hook then the other around her father's wrist. He nodded to her reassuringly. Matt waved the gun around again.

"Tighter." Stiles glared at him over her shoulder. But her father spoke.

"Do what he says Stiles." Stiles complied tightening the cuff around her father's hand with an apologetic look. Matt gestured for her to step back from her dad and she did. Her father took his eyes off her instead turning to Matt.

"Matt, listen to me. Stop this now. You don't have to do this." Before another word could pass her father's lips Matt reached out and wrapped a hand is Stiles' short hair jamming the gun under her chin.

"Shut up old man! Unless you want me to repaint this place with your daughter's brain!" The former Sheriff froze a look in his eyes Stiles had never seen before. Fear, true fear was painted in his face as Matt bodily dragged her out of the room, the gun still jammed under her chin. Scott followed slowly looking like a kicked puppy. Matt dragged them back a different way and for a moment Stiles wasn't sure why. Then she spotted what was in the hallway and had to stifle a scream. Four cops, good men Stiles had known most of her life were laying bloodied in the hallway. Matt had paused. Scott spoke.

"You're not gonna get away with this Matt. You've killed to many people." Matt was smirking, Stiles couldn't see it but she could hear it.

"Oh I didn't kill them, that's what Jackson is for." As Matt began to drag her around the corner she spotted a scaled claw reach out of the hallway and drag the only still breathing officer off with a whimper. Tears stung Stiles' eyes as they were dragged into her dad's office. Matt still hadn't taken the gun out from under her chin. Scott was practically vibrating with suppressed growls.

"Let her go Matt." Matt shook his head.

"No, I'm not taking any chances with you Scotty. See I know your furry little secret. No. You're going to destroy all the evidence on that desk and then sweet little Stiles here is gonna delete everything off the computer. Or her brains paint the office instead. Scott let all pretenses drop and growled at Matt his eyes flashing gold. Matt pushed the gun further into Stiles chin making her tilt her head back slightly.

"Do it!" Scott stopped growling and picked up a folder off the desk and began shredding the contents. Once he was done Matt walked Stiles over to computer and made her sit down at the desk both hands on the keyboard as he instructed Scott to the other side of the room. He really wasn't taking any chances with Scott not after he'd called someone with his phone in his pocket earlier. Stiles really hoped he'd called Derek not Isaac or Allison but knowing Scott there was no way of knowing. Stiles typed in her fathers passwords and pulled up all the digital evidence as Matt and Scott talked about why Matt was doing what he did. While Matt had his eyes off her Stiles thought fast and emailed the whole file to herself before exiting the email window before Matt could see what she'd done. Then she went about deleting what was on the computer. There was no way Matt was going to get away with this, not if Stiles had anything to day about it. They all looked up as someone pulled into the parking lot outside.

"Look's like your mom is here!" Matt grinned as Scott went pale.

"Please Matt just let me tell her to go away, please don't hurt her." Matt was pointing the gun at Stiles again.

"Walk both of you!" Stiles had no choice. She really hoped that if that was Mrs. McCall she had spotted the officer, dead behind the front counter and ran. Matt had Scott open the door and if Stiles was honest she had never been happier to see the scowling face of Derek Hale. But then he keeled over like a downed tree, that had Stiles rolling her eyes even as a half transformed Jackson stepped into the room. Matt flipped the alpha over with his foot and smiled as Derek tried to snarl his eyes flashing red, looking less intimidating than a wet kitten. Matt laughed.

"So he's one of you lot too? I thought he might be. Werewolves, Kanimas, it's like Halloween year-round with you people." He waved his gun at Stiles with a smile. "Except for you Stiles, what do you turn into again?"

"Abominable Snowman. But it's really more of a seasonal thing." Matt sneered and made a small gesture with his gun free hand. Jackson lunged behind the two still standing teens and Matt nodded. Stiles felt something slice into the back of her neck.

"You bitch!" She slurred out as everything went nearly instantly numb and she toppled Scott making an aborted move to catch her before Matt leveled the gun at his head. Stiles landed on top of Derek which she supposed was better than landing on the floor on her face. Knowing her luck today she would probably have broken her nose. Derek was growling still but his eyes were watching Matt.

"Get. Her. Off. Me." Derek snarled even as his nostrils seemed to be working overtime. Matt knelt down and smiled.

"I don't know Derek, I think you two make a cute couple." Derek wanted to snarl at the boy, lunge at him and tear his head off. He was behind all of this. All of the killings. Behind Stiles now laying paralyzed on top of him. If he was honest he didn't have too many problems with Stiles laying on top of him, his wolf had calmed down immensely when she landed on him instead of on the floor and behind all the rage at the Kanima and its master his wolf was doing happy circles and rolling in the fact the Stiles would smell like him for a while after this mess was over, if they lived. Then someone else pulled up to the station and Matt and Scott began arguing again. Then Matt flipped Stiles off of him and his wolf snarled, she already smelled too much like this psycho and gun oil for his tastes. But when Matt pressed his foot down on her throat Derek let out a growl that shook the whole station. But he could do nothing to stop it, he still couldn't even twitch his fingers.

Stiles couldn't breathe, couldn't think. Her body was begging her brain to fight back but she could do nothing but splutter as Matt's sneaker pressed harder. Scott relented just as Stiles was sure she was going to pass out. Matt pressed down one more time and Stiles saw stars as Derek growled loudly. Then he removed his foot and Stiles choked out a cough, gasping for air as Scott opened the door, Matt with the gun to the back of his head. Then Matt had shot Scott and Mrs. McCall was panicking, Stiles was almost certain she hadn't noticed herself and Derek laid out on the floor, but Stiles couldn't blame her for that. After all she had no idea that werewolves were real let alone that her son was one. Her father screaming her name from the other room sounding panicked and broken had tears sliding down Stiles' face as Matt dragged Mrs. McCall and Scott out of the room. She felt Derek's finger twitch as Jackson followed Matt like a zombie on a leash. She tried to glance down but couldn't tilt her head up.

"What are you doing?" Derek glanced at her. For once they were at eye level with each other, Stiles was at least six inches shorter than the alpha if not more. She was still red faced and out of breath, her voice scratchy from Matt stepping on her vocal chords.

"Something I hope works." Stiles managed to glance down and gagged as she saw Derek's claws sink into his leg.

"Oh god! Why are you hurting yourself! That's the last thing we need!" Derek growled slightly and it startled Stiles enough to stave off the panic attack that had been building since Jackson sliced into her neck.

"I'm kickstarting the healing process, trying to purge the venom from my system. I won't be much use paralyzed." Stiles tried to nod.

"Yeah and this time I can't save you either." Derek scoffed but his eyes were still glowing red, and if Stiles didn't know better she would say there was worry in his eyes. There was silence between the two of them for a moment before Matt dragged a still bleeding Scott back into the room. He was babbling about the supernatural, then he pulled up his shirt and Stiles spotted the scales growing on his side that looked suspiciously like the scales that Jackson was now fully adorned with. Stiles swore under her breath.

"What the hell is that?" Derek made a noise that was about halfway between a verbal shrug and a swear word. Then he did what Stiles had never thought he'd do. He answered her question.

"Not sure. I've done some research, the Kanima is only supposed to go after murderers." Stiles made a noise of comprehension.

"I read that too. But Jackson's been killing people who never hurt anyone.: The image of the hallway full of officers, their blood splattered nearly to the celling still haunted Stiles. Derek nodded.

"And Matt killed the mother, so he's a murderer." Stiles hummed in agreement as Matt and Scott left the room again, not giving the two people on the floor another thought. Once they were gone Derek nodded slightly.

"So Matt breaks the rules…" Derek said testing his fingers and finding them more inclined to movement than any other part of him.

"Matt becomes the Kanima." Stiles said glancing down at Derek's leg. "How's that hypothetical situation we talked about coming along?" Stiles asked right before the sound of gunfire, shattering glass and splintering wood filled the station. She could hear Mrs. McCall panicking from the other room, the absence of her father's voice had her heart going a mile a minute, until Derek moved his hand a fraction of an inch and gently squeezed her hand. She only felt the pressure, not the callouses or the blood on his hand but it was enough to calm her heartbeat and that made Derek's wolf purr. Then smoke was pouring out of the bullpen, the sounds of gunfire had stopped. A moment later Matt came barreling out of the room not even glancing behind him. He looked panicked. He raced passed them towards the holding cells. Scott followed him out a moment after, wolfed out. He calmed slightly as Derek struggled to his feet.

"Take her! Go!" Scott scooped Stiles up off the floor as the sounds of breaking glass sounded around them and the Kanima jumped through the room not paying them any attention for once and Stiles was glad of it as Scott carried her through the door the Kanima and Matt had just gone through. Derek was covering them from behind, maybe waiting for the hunters like the idiotic Alpha he was. Scott glanced through the crack in the door then set her down on the chair normally reserved for the officer watching the prisoners in the holding cells.

"Don't move." Scott said and Stiles would have glared at him if her head hadn't lolled back so she was looking at the celling instead.

"You're so fucking funny Scott." Stiles was starting to get the barest amount of feeling back as Scott slipped through the door. Stiles flinched as more gunfire sounded. She decided she could at least try to get to the other trapped humans, she had to know that her dad was ok. He had to be ok. So with an awkward flail she managed to fall off her chair onto her front. She managed to bend her arm at the elbow, her feet still weren't working. She painfully pulled herself along the floor contemplating that honestly this was probably the safest position to be in with crazy hunters firing guns in a police station. She pulled herself around the corner just in time to see Matt pistol whip her father in the head. As he fell Stiles let out a scream. Matt turned his eyes locking on the still mostly paralyzed girl on the floor even as Mrs. McCall tried to draw his attention away from her. But instead of walking over to her he nodded towards her and something slimy wrapped around her neck and pulled her off the floor. Her hands barely listened to her but somehow she found herself clutching Jacksons tail as he carried her over to Matt who leveled the gun at her. He smirked.

A roar shook the station again and Derek appeared in the doorway as if Stiles had summoned him. Matt seemed to decide, rightly so that the angered Alpha was a bigger threat than Stiles and the Kanima dropped her as Mrs. McCall screamed. She landed hard about four feet away from her father. Unable to really stop her fall she cracked her head on the floor and her whole world blurred as Scott finally made his appearance bowling Matt of his feet as Derek and the Kanima wrestled. Stiles really wanted to stay awake to see how the fight turned out, if she was going to die she'd honestly rather see it coming so she knew who to come back and haunt. But the pain in her head became too much and she passed out.

She didn't know how much later it was that she woke up but she was being loaded onto a stretcher and finally had the use of all her limbs again. She groaned and three people practically materialized at her side. Derek and Scott on her right and her dad on her left. She breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to her dad.

"You ok?" He nodded.

"From what Melisa tells me I have Derek and Scott to thank for that." Scott's smile was slightly forced and Derek's ears had turned pink. Stiles swore as she sat up the EMT looking disapproving. She rubbed her head.

"Ow. What about Matt?" Her father shook his head.

"We haven't found him yet, but they're asking me to stay." One of the officers who hadn't been on duty that night stepped up to her father's side and whispered something in his ear. He pulled a face Stiles recognized as his good news bad news face. She grabbed him by the hand.

"What is it?" Her father sighed and lowered his voice.

"They just found Matt. He's dead. Drowned by the looks of it. They want me to take a look." Stiles nodded letting go of his hand.

"Go be an amazing cop dad." He nodded and looked at Derek and Scott.

"Look after her." Scott nodded. The EMT took her over to the ambulance but since she was awake and responsive she refused to be taken to the hospital. He pronounced her with a minor concussion and left her alone with Scott and Derek. Scott looked like a kicked puppy. Stiles reached out to him and he accepted the hug she offered him. He spoke as he held on.

"My mom knows. I don't know what to do." Stiles squeezed him a touch tighter.

"We'll figure this out. I know we will." Derek had started to pull away looking almost sad when Stiles called out to him.

"This isn't over is it? They didn't say anything about Jackson, which means this didn't end when Matt died. But we're back to square one aren't we?" Derek shook his head.

"No. I know who killed Matt, and who the Kanima's new master is." He took a deep breath and glared down at the dirt like it had personally offended him. "It's Gerard." Stiles swore. Derek nodded.

"This is nowhere near over." With that he slipped off into the darkness.