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January 9th, 2013

9:03 PM

They had this hate/flirt relationship ever since they met. When Stiles turned 18, they began to see each other… well, if you could call hooking up in the woods' seeing each other. Stiles looked up at Derek's Loft Balcony, debating if he should even be here… he knew when Derek was lying to him.

"Why the woods? Why not either of our houses?" Stiles asked a couple of months ago.

"Because I don't want the pack to find out that we are seeing each other," He said

"But why? Are you embarrassed by me? If you are, then I will find someone-"Stiles began to snap, but Derek put a hand over his mouth, growling a little in his throat at Stiles suggesting that… even though he was correct.

"Look, Stiles, I don't normally trust humans. They would say I am a hypocrite if I didn't approve of my Betas seeing humans when I am doing the same thing," Derek explained.

That's why Stiles was surprised to find the note on his pillow when he got home from his job at the local Drug Store.

Hey Baby,

Today is the 3rd anniversary of when we first met. I want to make it special. I am cooking us dinner and setting up for a romantic night. Leave and tell your father that you will stay at Scott's house so we won't be bothered. You know how I like it when you dress up, be ready by 9

Love,

Derek

It was an odd note, Stile. Stiles thought Derek was romantic. He didn't want to be picky, but the day they met was January 11th. Nonetheless, he was seduced by this note and quickly took a shower, putting on his best clothes. He owned a silky button-up shirt he would wear to weddings or funerals. He then pulled on his favorite jeans, not wanting to be too formal. He put on some cologne that Derek has commented on many times and Derek's favorite lace thong that he wore. Derek was bi and loved it when Stiles would mix and match masculine clothing with the feminine.

Stiles made his way up to Derek's floor. He reached in his back pocket so he could read the note one more time. Stiles searched all his pockets for the note, but he must have dropped it when he was getting out of the Jeep. He hoped it was somewhere he could find. Stiles loved that note. Before Stiles could even knock, Derek slid his door open. The Alpha Wolf met Stiles' sweet smile with wide eyes.

"Stiles, what are you doing here?" Derek asked, and Stiles knit his eyebrows together, confused, now frowning at Derek's demeanor.

"You told me to come at 9… did you mean to write down another time?"

"What?"

"The note you wrote me and left on my pillow?" Stiles told him, and Derek's face made him think he had been hit in the head too many times. How could he have forgotten the note that he had written? "You told me it's the 3rd anniversary of meeting me, and you wanted to make it special?"

"That's the ridiculous anniversary to celebrate," Derek muttered, and Stiles raised his eyebrows. He couldn't believe he got so pumped up for Derek to insult him. "Look, Stiles… I am busy. Can I come to talk to you in a couple of hours?"

"Stiles?" A feminine voice came from inside the loft. Derek palmed his forehead, and Stiles looked at him, hurt. "Hey, what brings you here?" Jessica Stone pulled the door open so Stiles could see her. She put her hand on her hip and showed over her elegant lingerie. Derek tried to push her back into the apartment when he saw Stiles glaring at her, Derek had a pretty menacing glare, but it was nothing close to Stiles'. She stepped out of the apartment and looked Stiles up and down.

"Jessica, get back in here," Derek snapped, not wanting the two to get into an argument.

"What? I want to say hello to my favorite cousin," She smirked while Derek showed honest confusion when she said that. Stiles spit in her face as he pushed her out of his way. He went into the stairwell after hearing Derek calling after him.

"Stiles!" Derek grabbed him by the wrist when he turned to go down the third flight of stairs. Stiles used Derek's strength to pull him back to punch him in the throat. Stiles couldn't do much damage to a werewolf. He learned he could break their windpipe, giving him the chance to escape their grasp as it heals. Derek kept his wrist still in his grip as he coughed, then caught Stiles' second punch. "Look, I know you're mad?"

"Mad? Mad! You haven't even seen me mad… Derek? Her! She is my cousin!"

"I didn't know-"

"She is a human, Derek, and you are fucking her in your apartment. What? Am I just that gross that you don't want me to be in your loft?" Stiles threw another punch that Derek caught. "Don't you see she is using you to piss me off? She does that to everyone that I talk to. She is a snake, Derek,"

"Stiles, it doesn't mean anything,"

"I don't mean anything? Do I mean anything?" Stiles asked, and Derek was quiet for a little too long than Stiles liked. He tried to pull his wrist away from Derek. He broke free, but he used too much force, throwing himself off balance and beginning to fall back down the stairwell. Derek quickly caught him, resulting in Stiles crushing his windpipe again for his 'thank you.

"Stiles, please wait. It is not that you don't mean anything to me… I care about you-"

"Derek, Babe? Where are you?" Derek stopped talking, looking from Jessica to Stiles. Jessica knew exactly what chaos she was causing, enjoying every second of it.

"If you say one more word to me tonight, I will burn this whole motherfucking building down. Keep yourself and her away from me," Stiles threatened, and Derek looked at him, shocked. He had never seen so much hurt in Stiles' eyes before.

Stiles walked down the other seven flights of stairs and was met by a curly-haired, blue-eyed beta, who he wasn't exactly thrilled to see at this moment. "Stiles, are you okay?"

"Isaac, not now," Stiles said coldly and walked out of the building, satisfied that Isaac listened to him. He swung open the door to his Jeep and cranked up the car, but it didn't even sputter. He started breaking down as he kept turning his keys in the ignition.

"I don't think it is going to start up," Isaac put a hand on Stiles' shoulder. Knowing Stiles was windpipe crazy, he caught Stiles' fist right before it collided with his Adam's Apple. "Pop the hood. I will help you find the problem," he said and did it himself when Stiles glared at him. He opened the hood and gulped, catching Stiles' attention; he closed the hood. "Let me go grab my bike. I can give you a ride home," Stiles popped the hood again and looked for himself. His jaw dropped when he saw his entire engine missing. "It is a bad neighborhood…."

"The engine is 400 pounds! How could someone steal it and you not hear it?"

"I was kind of focused on something else…." Isaac said, and Stiles' nose flared as he slammed the hood and the door, storming off to walk home. "Stiles, just wait, and I will pull my bike out of the garage," Isaac said, and Stiles ignored him.

"Go back. I want to be alone,"

"I know, but it's not safe for you to be walking home at this time of night," Isaac told him when Stiles pulled up his leg and reached in his shoe, threatening Isaac with a knife made of silver.

"I think I can manage," Stiles told him, telling him not to feel guilty when Isaac gave him sad eyes. He put his knife back in its holster.

"Stiles, I just want to make sure you are safe…."

"Well, I just want to make sure I don't break down in a hearing range of Derek," Stiles muttered, stomping away faster. Isaac followed him, cautious not to set him off again… that wasn't going to happen. "Why Isaac?" Stiles turned his stomping back to look up into Isaac's big concerned eyes. "Why her! Why does everyone get tricked by her? What is it with her that made Theo go to her, that made Derek get to her…."? Stiles hid his face in his eyes, "that made you run to her,"

"It is not your fault… men are just stupid,"

"I am a man, and I would never do that to someone," Stiles wiped his eyes, "Give me a real answer,"

Isaac sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "When we were together last year… you wouldn't sleep with me, she offered. She is losing Stiles; it wasn't worth losing you… I was weak, and it was a full moon,"

"I learned from you and Theo. I slept with Derek whenever he wanted me to," Stiles didn't understand. Isaac hated that he broke Stiles like this. Stiles always told him that he wanted to wait until they were married. Stiles wasn't religious. It was just something he wanted for himself. Isaac tilted Stiles' face to look up at him. Stiles pushed him away and sobbed more, wiping away the tears.

"There is something else you should know…." Isaac told him, and Stiles, despite his flooding eyes, looked up at him to listen. "I um… I live on the bottom floor, but I can still hear up in Derek's room," Isaac didn't know where to put his hands. He wanted to hold Stiles because he knew how he would react… but Stiles didn't want to be touched, so he rubbed his eyes, trying to stop his eyes from tearing up. "I-I don't know how long they have been sleeping together, or if they had done it another time other than a couple of weeks ago… but tonight they weren't sleeping together. Jessica came to tell Derek something, and when he told her to go home, she began trying to seduce him…."

"What was it, Isaac? Just tell me," Stiles sighed.

"She's pregnant," He told him, bracing for Stiles to freak out. He just sobbed harder where he collapsed onto the sidewalk they were on.

"I-I don't believe her. She has pulled that trick before," Stiles whimpered as he was pulled back up to stand and wrapped in Isaac's arms, he didn't wrap his arms around him, and he wasn't pulling away. When Isaac and Stiles were dating, he discovered that Isaac slept with Jessica. She had started a rumor she was pregnant. She even started wearing padding to pull off the lie, but since their friends were wolves, they could tell she was lying. Everyone knew it was a lie except for Isaac. He was with her until it was time for her to give birth, and he walked in on her trying to set up a scene to convey her losing the baby.

"I'm sorry, Stiles, I am so sorry… but I could hear her Baby's heartbeat," Isaac hugged Stiles tighter to him. Stiles cried in his arms for a couple of minutes before he lightly pushed him away, continuing to walk home. The air was silent… too silent, the two boys weren't talking, and there were no cars on the road. Isaac's hair on the back of his neck was sticking up. He knew it made Stiles upset for him to hold his hand, but he wanted to be close to Stiles in case there was an attack on them. The pack had been paranoid ever since those vampires came through the town.

"Is that a siren?" Stiles asked. He picked up the pace when he heard the very low sound of a police car's siren. Walking around the block corner, he saw a crashed squad car in the ditch. Stiles started to run toward the cop car when he recognized it as his fathers. "Let me go!" Stiles tried to escape Isaac holding him back. With all his strength, he couldn't even move Isaac by an inch.

"Stiles, stop, look at your surroundings… this could be a trap," Isaac explained his actions while Stiles slowly lost his mind. He was clawing and kicking to get out of Isaac's grip. Stiles knew where they were. On Highway 88, the crashed car was in front of Beacon Park. Ten years ago, his mother was found here raped and beaten to death. That was an anniversary that Stiles could never have forgotten. She was found on January 1st. His start of the New Year was always heartbreaking to him.

"Isaac!" Stiles whimpered and wriggled out of his grip. Isaac didn't have the heart to tell him… he could smell that his father was in the car, but he couldn't hear his heartbeat. Isaac tilted his head up into the air and heard a roar for his pack to come. It was cut off in the middle of the call. Isaac's arms were still tightly wrapped around stiles as he fell to the ground. When Stiles untangled himself from Isaac and stood up, he could see a dart in Isaac's next. It reeked of Wolfsbane. Isaac was convulsing under him as Stiles sat on him to keep him; still, he ripped out the dart and turned him to his side to calm his seizure. Stiles hear the screeching of a tire coming to a stop behind him. He wasn't fast enough to react. He felt a hand cover his nose and mouth with a cloth soaked with chloroform. Stiles heard howls in the distance as he faded away. He felt himself being picked up and put into a van.

January 9th, 2013

8:23 PM

Stiles woke up disoriented, looking up at a ceiling he didn't recognize. He gulped when he looked down to see that he was completely naked. The room was so dark he couldn't see all the black and blue bruises over his body. He sure could feel them, though. The bed felt like he was the only one on it. He began to get off the bed but found out his hands were tied to the post of the bed. He closed his eyes and remembered the self-defense training that his father taught him, and then he remembered the sight of his father's squad car in the ditch. He shook it out of his mind… none of the training his father taught helped him in the situation. It was only combat training. He did remember a small part of a movie he had seen with this scenario.

Before he tried escaping, his father had taught him to take in his surroundings, it was dark, but he couldn't hear anyone in the room with him. The only light in the room was coming from under a door, and the bathroom door was cracked open. He assessed that it was dark outside and that he was most likely in a hotel room. He worked quickly by tensing his right arm, pulling all of the ropes slack, he tried pulling out his left hand, but it was too big to slip out. Stiles folded his hand and pulled down, wincing from the pain. He was determined. He felt his thumb pop out of its socket, but he slipped his hand out, then slipped his other hand out.

Stiles wanted to run out of the hotel room immediately, but he didn't know if whoever or how many people were holding him hostage or if they were outside the room. Stiles kept balance until he made it into the bathroom. He locked the door as his body seized up. He was on the bathroom floor, holding in screams of pain. His body was throbbing in pain. Stiles thought that his knee might be sprained or broken. He found his strength and looked around for a weapon in the counters, the bathtub, the plunger. Stiles gripped the counter's edge and stood, looking into the mirror. He looked horrible. He had two black eyes and a bloody lip. His mouth was agape, and he let out whimpers as he looked down at his chest, he didn't know what, but there was a branded symbol on his sternum. Stiles couldn't remember anything other than last night. He thought he would remember how he had gotten so beat up.

Stiles looked deeper into the mirror. Then he looked behind him at the shower curtain rod. He grabbed the rod and backed up. Without a second thought, he slammed it into the mirror. It took him a couple of tries, but it finally broke. He grabbed a towel and picked up a shard. He wrapped the cloth around the bottom of the shard and made it into a weapon. Stiles put his ear to the door, trying to see if anyone was coming in. When he felt safe, he unlocked the door and entered the room. The chain locked the hotel door and turned on the room light. He rummaged through the room, looking for any trace of who was holding him captive. He looked for a phone, but it was disconnected. He found the cords on the floor.

Stiles didn't care that he was naked. He wanted to get to safety. He looked through the peephole in the door, then put his ear to listen outside. He unlocked the door and limped down the hallway, debating if he should knock on doors and scream. He had no idea if this kidnapper had accomplished… he was going to head for the lobby, and hopefully, there would be a desk person to help him. He didn't want to wait on the elevator, but he defiantly didn't want to be trapped in the stairwell if his abductor was there. Stiles screamed when the elevator opened, there was a man with a hoodie over his head. The distinctive look the abductor had was he was wearing a store-bought Richard Nixon mask.

"How the hell did you get out of your room? Get back. We have to wait for the getaway car," Nixon told him, reaching for his neck, but Stiles surprised him by stabbing the shard through his neck. Stiles pushed him out of the way and rapidly pushed the elevator button to close the door. As the doors closed, he watched Nixon pull the shard out of his neck. Then he gulped when he watched the wound heal. Stiles sobbed as the elevator went down 11 levels to the lobby. His heart stopped at every level in case it had stopped for someone.

"Help!" Stiles cried out when the door opened. He sounded like Lydia. His throat was sore from all of his crying. He screamed for help another time as he limped away from the elevators and stairwell. The nighttime desk attendant came running when he heard screaming. He took off his coat and wrapped it around Stiles.

"Suzzanne! Call 911!" the Guy shouted and helped Stiles walk-off of his injured knee. Stiles screamed, almost bursting out his eardrums when he heard the stairwell door open. Nixon came out fighting to scoop up Stiles, but the Desk Guy had a good grip on him. "Help!" he called out, and several other workers ran over. Nixon growled and excepted this loss. The others wouldn't be happy, but they would have plenty of other times to take Stiles. He let go of Stiles, dodging a security guard's grip, and ran out of the door. Suzanne was on the phone with 911 as everyone helped Stiles to the couch. The Desk Guy stayed with him and kneeled in front of him. "What's your name? What is happening?" he asked. Stiles began to hyperventilate.

"S-Stiles, my name is Stiles Stilinski," Stiles couldn't breathe, "I-I saw my father's car crash in the ditch. I am from Beacon Hills… I-I-" he stopped talking when he saw the face on the Desk Guy's face. "What?"

The Guy had dealt with panic attacks before. He didn't want to tell Stiles what he knew. It would only make it worse. He tried talking to keep Stiles' mind off of what just happened. "My name is Benny; you are in the Oceanside Hotel in Nieghton… I have been working here for four years. I am 25…." Benny ran his hands through his hair, stressed out. "Guys, where is the ambulance? Are the cops on the way?" He asked and got mixed responses.

Seeing someone else freak out sort of made Stiles balance his emotions. He steadied his breathing and closed his eyes. "I… I need to borrow a phone. I want to speak to my father," Stiles started to tremble as all of what was happening sank in. He looked into Benny's green eyes, almost like he recognized them. He had recognized the look of worry on his face. "Please, I just need to call him and tell him I am alive," Stiles begged.

"Stiles… you have been on the news all night," Benny closed his eyes and gulped when the TV sound seemed a thousand times louder, "Someone turns off the TV!" Benny ordered.

"Stiles Stilinski, the son of the deceased Claudia Stilinski, has spread through the nation tonight," Stiles saw his mother's sister, Courtney Stone, reporting his abduction. "Beacon Hills PD is searching everywhere for the 18-Year-Old, and as his aunt, I have personally set up a GoFundMe page for my nephew. I beg of you. If you have any spare change for Stiles, he will greatly need it. Not only will he have to pay for his father's funeral, but I will also help him seek a proper investigation into my sister/his mother's death. I knew it years ago, but last night's events have put speculation into everyone's minds, what happened to Claudia Stilinski? Sheriff Noah Stilinski's autopsy hasn't been completed yet, but sources tell me he was dead hours before the car crash. Was squad car's sensors showing-"that's all Stiles heard before the tv was shut off.

"Stiles, Stay with me," Benny cradled his neck as Stiles stared into the corner of the room, finally shutting down from all the stress.