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January 12th, 2013

4:03 AM

"Hey... Stiles, wake up..." Isaac carefully said to Stiles. He wanted to hug him awake but didn't want to touch him. While he was in the hospital, he freaked out and ripped out his IV when a Male Nurse was trying to flip him over on his side so he wouldn't have bed sores on his backside. "Mischief," Isaac tried. It was a nickname Scott gave him because the two of them couldn't pronounce Mieczysław. They would call him that sometimes when he wouldn't respond to Stiles.

"Stiles," Derek almost shouted. Scott and Isaac growled at him. Derek rolled his eyes; he never was too guy to treat someone like they were glass. "See, he woke up," Derek shrugged when Stiles rubbed his eyes. Scott was thinking twice about letting Derek come to take Stiles home from the hospital, but he was the only one who knew how to drive the Pack Van. The Pack Van was a Military-Grade Hummer, they were treating Stiles like he was the president and the pack was his secret service.

"Stiles, we are almost to your home... Parrish says reporters and citizens are camping on your lawn. It might be a little upsetting getting you inside,"

"I don't want to go there..." Stiles told them. The nurse had injected a sedative in him because he hadn't slept for more than 2 hours since he was checked in.

"But Stiles, don't you want to return to bed?" Scott asked

"No," Stiles shook his head, tearing up, "They said my father was murdered. He could have been home when he died," Stiles whimpered. Scott tried to comfort him without touching him, which was hard for everyone in the van, even Derek.

"Sweetie, it is okay. We don't have to go back to your house," Lydia spoke up, "You can sleep in my bed if you want to go to my house,"

"Or we can go to my house... it is more familiar there," Scott offered.

"We are going to the Loft," Derek decided as he sent the change of directions to Parrish.

"Derek, I don't think that's a good idea," Kira told him.

"I don't care. It's the most logical place. I have security alarms everywhere, we all will live in close quarters, and there is a safe room. Enough Said," Derek proclaimed, and then everyone looked at Stiles.

"What do you think, Stiles?" Isaac asked

"If it is spoken from the King's Mouth, it must be done," Stiles sighed. It sounded sarcastic but had more venom than everyone was used to Stiles having.

They pulled into the parking lot. There were reporters camped out there, too. News crews from all over California, and even Oregon came. They researched Stile's entire online existence. They were camped out from his house, even to Matt Daehler's house. They were friends on Facebook sense because Stiles forgot to delete him. Several cop cars had cleared out the reporters. Then they barricaded the path to the front door of the building. Parrish helped Stiles down from the tall vehicle and put his arm around Stiles to help him walk.

"It is okay. Just keep your head down, and I will help you into the building," Parrish told him, and Stiles nodded.

He covered his eyes from the flashing cameras and shouting reporters. 'Do you know who murdered your father?', 'Do you know who kidnapped you?', 'Were you raped?', 'Do you know who killed your father?' They eventually reached the front door, and Isaac opened the door. Parrish waited for the Pack to make it into the lobby for him to talk.

"We're going to chase off the people from your lawn. Technically since this is an apartment building, the parking lot is public. Only the inside is private property, so it's not illegal for them to harass you... There will be cops watching you and surveillance of the area until we know you're safe." He told Stiles. "There will be at likes 3 or 4 deputies around at all times if you don't feel safe or want someone to talk to. We will let you ride in the car with us. We want you to stay safe."

"When can I go back to school?" Stiles asked, and everyone looked at him. Even the newest deputy knew Stiles hated school.

"Well, your doctor has ordered you to rest for a couple of days until your broken bones heal... so maybe in six weeks?" Parrish said.

"That won't be necessary, I spoke with the principal, and he said the school would work with Stiles to graduate while staying at home," Derek told them.

"It is my senior year, dumbass. I am not going to be homeschooled. I have earned the right to walk at graduation and tell the entire faculty to suck it," Stiles argued. Derek's face grew red, and Parrish spoke up so the Deputies would witness a Pack Fight.

"You guys can figure that out... do you understand everything I told you, Stiles?" He asked, and Stiles nodded, "Okay, we are going to get started on those pests out there. We will keep you safe, okay?" he said, and Stiles blushed to look down.

"Sheriff Stilinski was the best person I have ever met. I will protect you with my life," Deputy David told him, and Stiles crossed his arms, uncomfortable as the other two deputies had similar goodbyes.

"Alright, Stiles, I cleared out Peter's nook for me to stay in. You can take my bed," Derek told him, "I will see if the school will let you at graduation if you finish your credits here,"

"Derek, I am going back to school in a week, and there is nothing you can do to stop me," Stiles snapped, "I am not going in your Loft until you fumigate the Jessica out of it," Stiles told him, and Derek slowly growled. Scott, Isaac, Liam, Jackson, and Malia growled in response to Derek trying to intimidate Stiles. Stiles sighed because he didn't want this. "Isaac... can you just take me to your loft?" Stiles asked. Isaac suppressed his excitement not to scare Stiles away.

"We are going to go up to Derek's for a while... do you want anything, Sweetie?" Lydia asked, and he shook his head

"Buddy, do you want me to hang out too?" Scott asked.

"No... I don't want you guys to drop everything. Today is a school day, so you have to go. Especially Malia and You, you two can't miss another day, or you will be held back," Stiles told Scott, and they began to protest. Stiles shook his head, telling them that he wasn't swaying.

Isaac walked Stiles down into the Elevator, living on the 2nd floor. He always thought it was so smart that Derek bought this building. He doesn't let anyone live here except for Pack and his family. Isaac, Cora, Allison, and her Father, Malia, and Jackson all live in separate apartments, and there is plenty of room left for the rest of the Pack. Isaac helped Stiles into his Studio Apartment. It was an open room except for a bathroom. The floor was deep gray, and the walls were light blue. Isaac didn't have much furniture. He had a kitchen, a couch, a box tv on top of stacked books, a bed, and camping equipment for a dining room.

"Do you want to be on the bed or the couch? Are you hungry? I don't have food in here... I can go out and buy stuff. I could order a pizza... oh what, it is 4 in the morning. I have meatloaf... but it's a month old, and the hospital told us to feed you liquids and build your appetite back up to solids." Isaac said all in one breath, Stiles was the main one that would ramble, but now it was Isaac. Stiles pointed to the couch, and Isaac helped him sit, "Shit, am I hurting you?" Isaac widened his eyes and kneeled as Stiles whimpered in pain.

"You're fine. It hurts when I sit down," Stiles hissed in pain. He had two broken ribs and a broken kneecap. Isaac held Stile's hand and took away his pain, "Please don't do that..."

"Oh shit... sorry, I have been trying not to touch you,"

"Not that, don't take my pain away,"

"Why?"

"I don't like it... it makes me feel like I am cheating," Stiles muttered

"But, it helps you heal faster..." Isaac told him

"I don't care. Would you please not do that?"

"Okay... I'm sorry," Isaac told him, "So... does that mean I can hold your hand?" Isaac asked. Stiles blushed and fought a smile. Isaac noticed

"Don't push it... do you have any soup?" He asked.

Trigger Warning: Rape

9:02 AM

Stiles and Derek have been kissing for hours in the Beacon Hills Preserve. Stiles was comfortable with kissing. Derek slides his tongue into Stile's mouth and pushes Stile's head onto the wet blanket soaked by the morning dew.

"Your skin is so beautiful," Derek said, kissing Stile's neck and making him giggle. He blushed because it was girly. He expected Derek to make fun of him, but Derek kissed him harder. He trailed kisses down to his naked chest.

"Derek..." Stiles moaned and arched his back as Derek ran his hands under his back. He felt the Alpha's beard tickle his belly as he kissed down his body. Derek fisted his hands in Derek's short hair, only turning him on more, and he bit Stiles' button of his jeans. "Derek... " Stiles, breathless, closed his eyes, blushing, "I-I am a virgin... just go slower, please," Stiles begged. Stiles subconsciously knew this memory; it was his first time. He knew what happened; next, Derek would go back to kissing him until Stiles calmed down. That didn't happen... When Stiles opened his eyes again, he was looking at a ceiling, the frigid air of the hotel room. Stiles whimpered and shut his eyes, "Wake up... Wake up," Stiles told himself.

Stiles started to gasp for breath. He felt hands constrict around his throat. He opened his eyes and saw the Nixon mask peering down at him. Stiles clawed at his hands, trying to pry them from his neck. The hands were taken off of his neck. When he finally caught his breath, he was punched in the rib. He heard the bone break. When Stiles caught his breath, he realized that the bed was rocking back and forth, then he felt the pain of himself being raped. He closed his eyes, hoping to back into the woods with Derek, he tried to move, but his hands were handcuffed.

"Hey!" He heard a voice shout, then a door slam. He watched a guy in a bug mask run into the room and punch Nixon off of him. "Why did you do this to him? The Boss isn't going to be happy with this," Their voices sounded so familiar. They then watched another man enter the room; his identity was masked differently. His body was blurred out as they do in movies airing on TV. His voice sounded like they put it through a voice changer.

"What did you do to him?" The Man ran to Stile's side, touching his bruised and cut-up body and inspecting his body.

"Calm down. He will heal anyway when we get done," Nixon scoffed and pulled off his mask. Stiles whimpered as the pain of his broken rib took over his body. The Man picked up a torch and a branding tool.

"Put your mask back on," The Blur told him in an intimating command.

"The kid is drugged so much I am surprised he hasn't overdosed," He rolled his eyes and the Blur walked over to him, taking the torch and branding tool.

"Kneel," The Blur commanded, looking like he was resisting, "Kneel. Down." He said, and Nixon knelt. The Blur turned the torch on as he pried his eyes open. Stiles squirmed and cried as Peter screamed in pain.

"Stiles! Wake up!" Stiles hear as he felt his entire body freeze in pain, "Stiles!" Derek held him taking his pain away until he calmed down. Stiles found out that the more he sobbed, the more his body hurt, so he slowly calmed his cries. "What just happened?" Derek asked him. Tears were rolling down his face. "You... You were just calmly sleeping, and then you started screaming and writhing in pain,".

"I-I have night terrors,"

"Stiles, that was a lot more than a night terror... tell me what happened."

"I promise, it was just a nightmare,"

"If you don't tell me, then I am going to find out myself," Derek said, retracting his claws. Then he held Stiles when he started to sob again. Derek didn't understand how humans could survive broken ribs for more than the 5 seconds he had to before they healed.

"I remember... well, I-I remember 5 minutes," Stiles wiped his face.

"Did you see his face?" Derek asked

"There were three off them..."

"Two more than the guy in a Richard Nixon mask?" he asked.

"There was one in a Bug Mask. One was blurred out... he seemed like the one in charge,"

"Who... did this to you, did they all," Derek couldn't say it. He felt like a failure for not being able to protect Stiles.

"I-I don't know, I just remember Nixon hurting me... he took off his mask,"

"Did you recognize him?" Derek asked, and Stiles nodded, "Who was he?" Derek growled, and his eyes glowed red.

"Your Uncle... it was Peter,"