Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or any of it's characters. If I did, Sterek would be canon.
A/N: The Stilinski's and Derek under one roof, the alpha attacks, Allison turns 17 and Stiles is attractive. Things will pick up next chapter, which will be up no later than next Friday at 10pm London time.
The Hale Pack: Attacks and Sleepovers
Sheriff John Stilinski had never been more determined in his life. "Tell me all there is to know about werewolves and what I can do to help."
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"Then she pulled a condom out of her pocket!" Scott informed Stiles over the phone.
"Wow, go Ally! How did her family react?" Stiles asked, while sitting on the edge of his bed pulling on his pajamas.
"Well, her aunt looked a mixture of embarrassed and impressed, her dad just had this murderous expression on his face... Again."
"Wow, you had an interesting night, dude." Stiles chuckled.
"Well, apparently, so did you. How did it go with your dad?"
"Well he apologised about a million times for how he reacted and for kicking me out." Stiles informed Scott with as he rolled his eyes, despite knowing his best friend couldn't see him.
"Wait a second, he kicked you out? As in kicked you out of the house?" Scott asked, clearly appalled. "What the fuck, dude? That is not okay, why didn't you tell me? Where did you go?"
"Woah dude, calm down, I'm back home now, and he feels super bad about it!" Stiles defended quickly. "I stayed with Derek, and I didn't say anything because when I saw you last night, Derek had just been shot. I was going to tell you at school but when I arrived this morning, he called me and apologised and assured me that he didn't mean it. So just don't bring it up, okay? I don't want to make a big thing of it. More than anything, I just want to forget it ever happened."
Scott sounded unconvinced but ultimately agreed to let it go. "Alright, fine, but if anything like that happens again-"
"It won't!" Stiles confidently replied, before adding for Scott's benefit, "But if it does, I promise I'll call you right away."
"Good. So other than that, how did it go?"
"He was pretty shaken up," Stiles told his best friend honestly. "but, uh, he took it quite well, he was a bit- um- overwhelmed, but he's doing okay."
"Does he know about you and Derek, not just the relationship but, uh..."
"Yeah, he knows that we're mates." Stiles stated, then looked up to see his dad walking into his room.
"Good, so he's okay with it?"
"Yup, he's being really understanding." Stiles said, smiling at his dad.
"That's great! Uh, look man I gotta go, I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"Alright, g'night Scotty."
"Night Stiles."
Stiles hung up and placed his phone on his nightstand. "Hey, dad." He greeted with a smile.
"Hey, so how's Scott doing?" The sheriff asked, sitting down on his son's bed, next to him.
"Well, on one hand he's doing well, major sports star, got a girlfriend and he even had dinner with said girlfriend's family tonight. On the other hand the family in question are werewolf hunters, and Scott is a werewolf. Oh, and one of the hunters, Allison's dad, shot him in the arm with a crossbow on the night of the full moon. Then there's the fact that the werewolf that bit us, the alpha, is a psychotic murderer that wants us to kill with him and if we don't, he'll probably kill us. So, he's as well as he can be, considering the circumstances." Stiles stated with a nod.
"Right." John sighed deeply, his eyes wide as he ran a hand through his hair and attempted to process both the information he'd been given and the flippant manner in which his son spoke of it all.
"Sorry, it's just nice to be able to tell you these things." Stiles apologised sheepishly.
"It's fine, Stiles. I'm glad you can tell me. Besides, some of the stuff that has happened in this town makes a lot more sense now. Especially the Hale fire." Stiles nodded in agreement. "And, about what I said-"
"Dad, no. I know you didn't mean it, it's fine." Stiles assured John but the man just shook his head, refusing to accept forgiveness so easily.
"It's not okay, you may have forgiven me, but I haven't. I promise I'll make up for it, son." The Sheriff stated firmly, Stiles just sighed and nodded, knowing he couldn't change his fathers mind. "I was scared when you... transformed. Suddenly my whole world was flipped upside down and things that I had told myself my entire life couldn't possibly be real were real. And worst of all, I had failed to protect you from it." John took Stiles' hands in his own and looked him in the eyes, Stiles' heart broke at the tears that had flooded John's eyes. "Now, I know you're happy being a werewolf for the most part, but the fact remains that you were attacked, you could have died, and I wasn't there, I didn't even know you were injured-"
"Now, wait a minute!" Stiles interjected loudly, "I made sure that you didn't-"
"Let me finish, please?" John all but begged, squeezing Stiles' hand comfortingly. The young werewolf sighed but nodded in agreement, earning him a grateful smile from his father. "I wasn't there, and you were hurt, and I could have lost you, add that to the revelation that the supernatural exists and that you had become one, and again I didn't notice. In that moment when everything changed, I was terrified, not of you or Derek or Scott, but of everything else. And of losing you. I was so afraid of losing you to something that I couldn't fight, that I pushed you away. In that moment, seeing you like that, all I could think of was your mother." Stiles' breath hitched and it was his turn to tighten his grip. "Of how I slowly lost her, how we slowly lost her to something we couldn't fight. Something outside of our control. And the fear of going through that again... it was too much. What I said was horrific and not even fear can excuse that-"
"Eh, agree to disagree." Stiles gave his father a teary smile.
"-but I swear, it will never ever happen again. And I'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you, Stiles." John swore with more conviction than Stiles had ever seen from him. He withdrew one hand to wipe away his tears and Stiles' did the same. Feeling how heavy things had gotten, John decided to lighten the mood a little. "I'll even eat that god-awful rabbit food you pack me for lunch, rather than ordering burgers."
"I knew it!" Stiles exclaimed triumphantly, pointing an accusatory finger at his father. The pair shared a laugh before sharing a hug.
"I'm so sorry." John whispered, holding his kid tightly.
"You're already forgiven, dad, stop apologising!" Stiles groaned, hoping his father would stop apologising.
John shook his head and chuckled ruefully. "I will apologise for this for the rest of my life. No amount of apologies will make up for what I said, but a lifetime's worth would be a good start."
"It's clear where I get my stubbornness from." Stiles grumbled, causing the Sheriff to chuckle into his son's shoulder.
"And don't you forget it, kid." After a few minutes, John released his son and stood up. "I'm going to bed, goodnight Stiles."
"G'night dad." Stiles smiled.
John turned to face his son's open window. "Goodnight Derek." Stiles' expression turned sheepish and Derek's head slowly poked through the window to see John looking at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Goodnight Sheriff," Derek said nervously. John flickered his eyes from Stiles to Derek several times before rolling his eyes.
"No funny business." John warned. Both of the younger males smiled at him gratefully as Derek climbed through the window.
"Love you, dad." Stiles beamed.
"Love you to kiddo." The sheriff stated and started to leave the room. "Oh and Derek?" He asked, turning to face the man, now frozen halfway between Stiles' window and bed.
"Yeah?" Derek asked, surprisingly timid, and Stiles could smell his mates panic flooding the room.
"Next time, ask." Derek nodded, but John wasn't finished talking. "Or, if you don't want to get caught, don't leave your jacket in plain sight. Goodnight boys." John smirked then walked out as the two wolves stared in shock at the leather jacket hung on the back of Stiles desk chair.
As John pulled the door shut behind him, he heard his son burst into hysterical laughter and just caught Derek's mumble of "Shush you." followed by the sound of bed springs groaning. The Sheriff rolled his eyes fondly, opting for a glass of whiskey before bed while he tried to make sense of everything he'd learnt that night.
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The next day, Stiles woke up with the biggest smile on his face. His mate was sleeping behind him, arms wrapped around Stiles waist as they spooned, his dad knew and accepted Stiles for who, and what, he was and he had great friends. He chose to block out all thoughts of the alpha and hunters and school and simply enjoy lying in bed with Derek for the next 5 minutes.
"Hmm- G'morning." Derek greeted sleepily, kissing the back of Stiles' neck. Stiles smiled languidly and turned his head to look at Derek.
"Morning." He mumbled, and placed a soft kiss on Derek's lips which the elder man deepened, regardless of morning breath. Stiles turned his body without breaking the kiss, so that he was fully facing his mate. As the pair kissed leisurely Derek's hands made their way to Stiles' hips, gripping him firmly but gently, while Stiles tangled his hands in Derek's soft black hair.
After a few minutes of making out, the pair pulled away reluctantly, gasping for breath. "I could get used to this." Stiles let out breathlessly and Derek hummed his agreement in response, burying his face in the crook of Stiles' neck, breathing in his favourite scent. Their legs tangled together as they rested, savouring their small moment of nirvana. Stiles felt his eyes flutter shut, but couldn't bring himself to care at that moment, school be damned. All he wanted to do was stay in his mate's arms, lying in their bed, feeling the warm light of the morning sun peeking through the window bathing his skin.
"Oh no you don't, you've got school, Stiles." Derek stated, pulling away from Stiles, leaving the boy without his personal heater. Thanks to the fact that neither of them had fully woken up, and that they both felt safe and tranquil, neither Stiles nor Derek noticed the bedroom door slowly and silently being pushed open.
Stiles let out a senseless mumble and fumbled to pull Derek back to him. "Aww, come on, 5 more minutes? Please? I just want to snuggle!" Stiles begged and his chances were looking good due to the look on Derek's face and the fact that he hadn't actually left the bed.
"If we do, 5 minutes will turn into 10, which will turn into an hour, which will turn into us falling asleep, which will mean you'll be late for school, or end up deciding to just not go." Derek began explaining to Stiles, both wolves still blissfully unaware that John Stilinski was standing in the doorway, having gone to make sure Stiles was getting up for school. "That will damage your grades, attendance and annoy your dad, which means you'll be grounded, then you won't be able to see anyone outside of school, including me. And, because your dad knows about the supernatural, your window will probably end up laced with mountain ash and/or wolfsbane. So I won't be able to sneak in, and you won't be able to sneak out. Do you really want that?"
"No." Stiles mumbled and Derek leant forward and kissed Stiles chastely on the forehead.
"Exactly." Derek stated and pulled the covers off of them revealing Stiles' Batman pajamas and Derek's bare torso and black sweatpants. "Now get dressed."
Stiles sighed but sat up and moved to get out of bed. The sheriff slowly backed out of the room, a soft smile on his face. As John walked towards the stairs, he heard Derek ask Stiles, "Hey, wasn't the door closed when we went to sleep?"
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"Hey, Stiles!" Lydia greeted strutting over to the boy in the lunch line. No one dared call out the Queen B on cutting in line, so let it be. "How's Derek doing?"
"Hey Lyd, he's better, still not 100% but alright." Stiles informed her as they moved up the line with their trays. "How are you doing? Did you get everything for tonight?"
"You bet, it's gonna be amazing!" Lydia stated with a smirk, then shrugged "Which is a given seeing as I'm planning it."
Stiles let out a chuckle. "Damn right."
"Oh, before I forget, it's Allison's birthday the day after tomorrow! She's turning 17." Lydia informed him as the two walked over to an empty table.
"17? Oh, probably had to redo a year because of all the moving." Stiles said, mostly to himself.
"That's what I thought, too." Lydia nodded as she sat down at the table, Stiles sitting opposite her.
"I wish she'd said something, then I'd be able to get her a better present. I mean, obviously, I haven't gotten her anything yet, but thankfully I'm a good listener." Stiles beamed proudly.
"Just don't get her the brown leather jacket she's been after, I already did. Oh, and don't get her anything in pastel, it's so for not her!" Lydia commanded with a glare. Stiles nodded, mentally taking note of what she had said. "I'd offer to go with you and make sure that you don't mess up, but I'm spending tomorrow with Jackson."
"I could send you pictures of what I pick out before I buy it?" Stiles suggested before taking a bite of his food. Lydia gave him an approving smile and agreed.
"Good thinking, do that!" The red-head then noticed Allison and Scott approaching the table and changed the subject to her phone call with her mum the night before.
When Scott and Allison reached the table, the four of them exchanged greetings, Allison sat next to Lydia and Scott sat next to Stiles. The group had a brief discussion about their morning lessons before moving on to the main topic. "So, you guys brought your stuff to spend the night at mine, right?" Allison asked Stiles and Lydia with excitement, both of whom gave their confirmations.
"I can't believe you dad is letting you have friends stay over on a school night!" Scott exclaimed, trying to sound happy for them, but they all knew that he was disappointed that he wasn't allowed to join them for the sleepover, being Allison's boyfriend and all.
"Sorry dude, but you have to have a boyfriend before you'll be welcome in the Argent household overnight" Stiles joked, only for Allison to nod sagely in confirmation.
"It's true, back in San Francisco, I had a friend named Amanita who is a Lesbian. Just in case I turned out to be into girls, or even just curious about my sexuality, my parents refused to let us have a sleepover, at my house or hers. When she was at my house, we had to leave the door to whatever room we were in wide open." Allison informed him honestly. "If you're into girls, you may not be alone with me in a room." She stated whist rolling her eyes at her parents' rules. "That's why I tell them that Stiles is Gay instead of Bi."
Scott couldn't help but chuckle at that. "Your parents really are protective."
"Tell me about it!"
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While Allison and Lydia were grabbing their belongings from their lockers at the end of the school day, Stiles was walking Scott to the bike racks. "Hey dude, just so you know, Lydia told me at lunch that Allison's birthday is the day after tomorrow, so after school tomorrow I'm going to swing by the mall before joining my dad on patrol, get her a gift, y'know? Did you wanna come with?" Scott of course agreed emphatically and thanked Stiles for letting him know. They bid farewell to each other and Scott peddled off to work, while Stiles made his way to the Jeep to wait for Lydia and Allison.
He wasn't waiting long before they arrived. Allison climbed into the back seat as Lydia had called shotgun. Once they were all buckled in, Stiles started the car and began driving out of the car park. "Alright, now before we head to Ally's house, is there anything we need that we haven't got already."
"Ice-cream!" Allison told him firmly. Lydia nodded in agreement, twisting in her seat to look and point at the brunette.
"Good thinking!" She complimented with a grin. "I brought us a lot of snacks last night but couldn't get ice-cream for obvious reasons. We also need soda, as I did not want to carry those bottles home last night."
With that settled, Stiles drove towards the store, the three friends chatting amongst themselves easily the entire way.
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"Hi sheriff, is everything okay?" Derek asked as he walked into the Stilinski household, around the same time that Stiles, Lydia and Allison were pulling up at Allison's house.
"Call me John, Derek and everything's fine. I just thought that since Stiles is out for the night, and I have a few hours until work, it'd be a good opportunity for us to get to know each other." The sheriff stated, closing the front door and leading Derek to the living room.
"Okay," Derek agreed, sitting on the couch as John occupied the armchair.
"So..." John started awkwardly. "You like sports?"
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Stiles, Allison and Lydia were all laughing gleefully when they walked into the Argent household.
"You can't be serious" Lydia exclaimed in between her laughter.
"It's true!" Allison insisted honestly. "She just pulled off her shirt and bra, stood on the desk and yelled 'Do these look like milk cartons to you?' She refused to believe that women produced milk in their breasts. Even after the teacher explained that it only happens when a woman is pregnant."
"Oh my God." Stiles gasped out, barely keeping his grip on the shopping bags he was carrying. "That is amazing! Terrifying, but amazing. What happened?"
"She got detention for like three weeks for 'exposing herself' and people were still making fun of her when I moved away." Allison informed them as she led them into the kitchen. "The only reason she wasn't suspended was because she came from a really conservitive family who didn't even teach her about periods and the school felt bad for her."
"Damn," Lydia uttered, suddenly somber as she remembered that a lot of people were denied basic knowledge because of their families. "I hope she managed to learn everything they refused to teach her from somewhere, or else she's in for a shocking journey into adulthood."
At that moment, Kate and Victoria Argent walked into the kitchen. "Ah, you're home, good." Victoria greeted politely. "Hello Lydia, Stiles. Allison, how was school?"
"Good." Allison replied with a smile. "How was work?"
"Good."
Allison nodded in response before turning her attention to Kate. "Aunt Kate, these are my friends Lydia and Stiles. Guys, this is my aunt Kate." She introduced with a grin.
"Nice to meet you both." The woman smiled reaching out to shake their hands, starting with Lydia who took it easily. "I've heard a lot about you both."
"Likewise." Lydia smiled politely. Stiles kept his expression placid as he shook the woman's hand, barely resisting the urge to snap it off. After all, this was the woman who had shot his mate two nights prior.
"Pleasure to meet you." Stiles managed to force the words out in a pleasant tone.
"So, what are you three planning on doing tonight?" Kate asked, peering into their grocery bags curiously. "You have enough food to feed an army in here, you sure it's just the three of you?" She teased.
"Yes, it's just us." Allison assured. "We're gonna be watching movies, mostly,"
"We're also gonna be painting our nails," Lydia continued, sending a mischievous look in Stiles' direction. For his part, Stiles merely rolled his eyes.
"-and talking about our boyfriends," Stiles added with a grin, "although we can all agree that I win in that department." He bragged, forcing himself to act casually in the presence of the two older Argent women.
Lydia shook her head at the lanky boy "Just because D is-"
"Older? Hotter? Smarter? Nicer? Bi-"
"Uh, no, Scott is way nicer than D!" Allison interjected with a light hearted glare.
"Okay, fine Scott is nicer than D, but I was mainly referring to Jackson with that one." Stiles conceded Allison's point quickly.
"Maybe," Lydia hummed. "But Jackson is way hotter than D."
"No he's not." Stiles and Allison countered in perfect unison, startling them both slightly. "I was gonna say that." they said, still in perfect sync. "Stop it! I'm talking. No, I am!" They both burst into startled laughter while the other three women watched them in amusement.
"Okay, you two have been spending way too much time together." Lydia commented drily.
"If we've been spending too much time together, then you have been spending too much time with us too." Stiles countered as he unpacked their groceries.
"It's true." Allison agreed, still chuckling as she put the ice-cream in the freezer until after dinner. "Whenever Stiles and I are hanging out, you're always with us. In fact, I spend more time with you than I do with Stiles." She pointed out.
"Perhaps, but I haven't started doing the creepy twin-talking-in-unison thing with either of you, so my point is still valid." The redhead countered.
"Yet. You haven't started talking in unison with us yet." Stiles grinned, sharing a look with Allison. "Give it time."
"Never gonna happen." Lydia stated confidently, only to find her two best friends talking with her. "Lucky guess." They both grinned while still speaking in time with her, causing her to glare at the both of them. "Okay, you've made your point. I'm serious, stop it!"
"Fine," Allison sighed, causing Stiles to whine at her, having enjoyed winding Lydia up, especially as it distracted him from Kate. For a moment it felt like it was just the three of them in the kitchen.
"You three are just peas in a pod, huh?" Kate smiled as Victoria left the kitchen, having grown fed up with the teenagers' antics. "Well, enjoy your evening, guys. Ally, your mum and I have some stuff we need to do, your dad will be home in an hour. Can we trust you all to behave until then?"
"Of course!" Allison assured her aunt honestly. "Have a good time. We're just gonna do our homework first, then we're gonna put on a movie."
"Sounds like fun." Kate responded before Victoria called out, informing her that they had to leave. "Alright, I gotta go, but I'll see you guys later."
"See you later." Allison said, as Stiles and Lydia both said their farewells to the huntress. Once she left, Stiles relaxed greatly, an action that did not go unnoticed by Lydia who chose not to comment on it at that moment in time. When they heard a car drive away from the house, the trio grabbed their school bags, the soda bottles and the snacks that weren't at risk of defrosting and made their way upstairs to Allison's room, all ready to have a good night.
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The next night, across town, a worker was changing a bulb in a video rental store.
Lydia pulled up outside the rental store, Jackson arguing from the passenger seat. "Hoosiers is not only the best basketball movie ever. It is the best sports movie ever made."
"No." Was Lydia's only reply.
"It's got Gene Hackman and Dennis Hopper." Jackson explained.
"No."
"Lydia, I swear to God you're gonna like it." Jackson promised, frustration seeping into his voice.
"No."
"I am not watching The Notebook again." Jackson growled while Lydia simply sat smirking smugly, knowing that she would get her way in the end. After all, 30 minutes earlier she had successfully talked Scott out of buying the hideous bracelet he wanted to get Allison for her birthday, just because it had charms of the letters 'A' and 'S' in the worst font Lydia had ever laid eyes on. At least Stiles picked out the perfect gift on his own, so she didn't have to worry there. Well, six out of seven of Stiles' gift ideas were terrible, but those were back ups if he couldn't find what he really wanted to get her.
"Can somebody help me find The Notebook?" Jackson called out inside the store a few minutes later, searching through the shelves, having caved to Lydia's wishes. Again. "Hello? Is anybody working here? You gotta be kidding me." Jackson sighed, continuing around the store. His eyes soon fell on a pair of feet poking out of one of the isles.
Jackson cautiously grew closer, nerves growing with every step. Before too long, Jackson found himself staring down at the bloodied corpse of the video store clerk. Jackson gasped at the deep cuts on the victims neck. He stumbled backwards in shock.
"Oh my god." Jackson stumbled into the ladders behind him knocking them over. The lights in the store flickered as Jackson looked around with a growing feeling of terror. Freezing at a growl, eyes fixed on the red eyed monster before him. The creature bound forward and Jackson hid in one of the rows, gasping for breath. After a moment of silence, he peered around to where he last saw the creature. Without warning, the creature shot across the isle and Jackson swung back so he wouldn't be seen. After a few more glimpses of the creature running, Jackson was starting to really worry. He heard a series of crashes, but only realised what was happening at the last second.
The creature had knocked over the shelves at the back of the store, starting a domino effect on the row that Jackson was hiding in. When he realised what was happening he dove away from the shelves, but was too slow. The shelf landed on Jackson's legs, pinning the bottom half of his body in place. Jackson's heart sped up as the creature stalked over to him. It crouched down and sniffed him, while embedding it's claws into the back of his neck. After a moment, it pulled back, growling angrily before sprinting away. The creature smashed through the store window and ran past Lydia's car, terrifying her. Lydia screamed and stared after the creature in shock and horror.
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Stiles was sitting in the passenger seat of his dad's police cruiser, both Stilinski's munching on burgers. "Did they forget my curly fries?" The sheriff asked, turning to face Stiles.
"You're not supposed to eat fries, especially the curly ones!" Stiles explained, grabbing the drink.
"Well, I am carrying a lethal weapon. If I want the curly fries, I will have the curly fries." John stated with an annoyed look.
"If you think getting rid of contractions in all your sentences makes your argument any more legitimate, you are wrong." Stiles retorted, earning him an annoyed look for John. Stiles smirked, sipping his drink. "Besides, you promised to eat healthier, remember?"
"I promised to eat the healthy lunches you make me." John countered with a smirk of his own. Stiles scowled at his father and opened his mouth to respond.
"Unit one, do you copy?"
Stiles reached for the radio, but was stopped by his father slapping his hand.
"Sorry," Stiles said unapologetically, leaning back. The Sheriff proceeded to reply to dispatch.
"Unit one copy."
"We've got a report of a possible 187." Stiles' head shot up, mouth now filled with curly fries.
"A murder?" Stiles gasped around the fries,losing several of them in the process.
Not long after, the Stilinski's pulled up next to an ambulance outside the video store.
"Stay here," John ordered, opening the car door. Stiles sighed, intending to go along with what his dad had said, when he noticed it.
Stiles' hand shot out and gripped his dad's arm. "Stil-"
"No, dad, it's the Alpha, he was here, I can smell him." He took another whiff to be sure, then nodded to himself. "Yeah, yeah, it's definitely him, and it's strong to, he wasn't just passing through, he-"
"He's responsible for what happened." The sheriff finished for his son with a sigh. "Come on" Both men climbed out of the car and walked to the ambulance.
"Paul, let's get this area locked up!" The Sheriff announced, walking beside Stiles to the ambulance.
"Jackson? Lydia?" Stiles called out in concern, he smelt them the second his dad opened the door, but as he grew closer, he noticed the strength of Jackson's scent. He was, or had been, bleeding.
"Hey, what's up, are you okay? Obviously you're not okay, you're at a crime scene in an ambulance. How bad is it?" Stile rambled.
"I'm fine, Stilinski," Jackson snapped, but Stiles could tell that Jackson wasn't actually annoyed, at least not at Stiles. The Jackson turned to John. "I don't see why I can't just go home?"
"I hear ya, but the EMT say's you hit your head pretty hard and you've got some deep cuts on the back of your neck there. They need to make sure that you don't have a concussion and that the wounds are clean." The sheriff explained calmly, but it did nothing to sooth Jackson.
"What part of 'I'm fine' do you not understand? I just wanna go home!"
"Dude, we understand that, but you can't yet, okay?" Stiles explained and Jackson started to protest, but Stiles continued. "Look, after everything, I don't blame you for wanting to go home and forget about it, but it'll be kinda difficult if you're concussed! Even more so, if those wounds get infected, okay? Just let 'em do their jobs, chill with your girlfriend for a bit, who is still in shock, by the way." Stiles explained gesturing to Lydia who was sat in the ambulance, completely still and wrapped in a blanket. "Then when they give the all clear, you can go home and unwind. Right now, though, just let them help, man."
Jackson glared at Stiles for a second but climbed into the ambulance, sitting next to Lydia and grabbed her hand.
"Woah, is that a dead body?" Stiles asked, hitting his dad's arm in order to change the subject.
"Alright, everybody back up, back up." John ordered the crowd of people gathering around the ambulance. Stiles looked up to the roof of the store and smiled at his mate and best friend.
"Starting to get it?" Stiles heard Derek ask Scott.
"I get that he's killing people, but I don't get why." Scott replied, looking at Derek. "I-I mean, this isn't standard practice, right? We don't go out in the middle of the night killing people, do we?"
"No, we're predators, we don't have to be killers." Derek explained, eye's fixed on his mate, not even glancing at Scott.
"Then why is he a killer?" Scott asked in confusion.
"That's what we're gonna find out." Derek stated, finally looking to Scott, and stepping away from the building's edge. The two wolves walked away, unaware of the spiral pattern lying directly beneath their feet.
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"You know, I have a life too." Scott stated as Derek climbed the stairs at the old Hale house, looking for Stiles.
"No, you don't." Derek stated simply, eliciting a chuckle from Stiles, who was somewhere in the house.
"Yes, I do!" Scott argued, ignoring Stiles "I don't care what you say about him making me his pet or-"
"Part of his pack." Stiles and Derek corrected in unison. Stiles' tone was chiding, while Derek's was annoyed.
"Whatever. I have homework to do. I have to go to a parent/teacher conference tomorrow because I'm failing chemistry."
"You wanna do homework?" Derek asked, inclining his head "Or do you wanna not die?" Scott sighed as Derek continued "You have less than a week until the full moon. You don't kill with him, he kills you."
"Okay, seriously, who made up these rules?" Scott asked in annoyance as Stiles called out.
"He's right man, it is sort of barbaric!"
Derek rolled his eyes and continued. "It's a rite of passage into his pack."
"You know what else is a rite of passage?" Scott asked, raising an eyebrow, "Graduating from high school." He yelled, "And you don't have to kill anyone to do it! Why can't you just find him yourself? Why can't you just sniff him out when he's a human?"
"Because his human scent could be entirely different." Derek informed him in annoyance "It has to be you. You have a connection with him, a link that you can't understand. If I can teach you to control your abilities, you can find him."
"So if I help you, you can stop him?" Scott asked, calmer now.
"Not alone. We're stronger in numbers. A pack makes the individual more powerful." Derek explained, but that only seemed to rile Scott up again.
"Right, pack! Why can't Stiles do it?" Scott asked.
"His connection to the alpha isn't as strong as yours." Derek stated simply.
"Why not?" Scott and Stiles asked in confusion, Stiles still somewhere else in the house.
"Because of me." Derek sighed. "We may not have completed the bond yet, but we've accepted each other as mates. That makes our connection to each other stronger than anything else. The second strongest is his connection to you because you were turned together and have known each other for so long, then his family and friends, then the Alpha, then everyone else he knows." Derek stated.
"But you, Scott. Your connections go: Stiles, friends and family, the Alpha, me, everyone else. It's a small difference, but it's enough."
Scott sighed. "How am I supposed to help if I have no idea what I'm doing?"
"Because I'm gonna teach you." Derek stressed in exasperation. "Do you remember what happened that first night you were shot in the arm- Right after you were hit?"
"Yeah, I changed back." Scott stated with a nod.
Derek walked closer to Scott, "And when you were hit by his car, same thing, right?" Scott nodded. "What's the common denominator?" Scott shrugged and Derek grabbed his hand, squeezing it.
Scott cried out in pain and Stiles appeared at the top of the stairs. "What the hell are you doing?" Stiles demanded angrily as Scott fell to his knees in pain.
"It'll heal." Derek stated, releasing Scott's hand.
"It still hurt!" Scott yelled in a mix of anger and pain.
"And that's what keeps you human - Pain." Derek stated while gesturing to Scott's hand, "Maybe you will survive." Derek looked to the top of the stairs, only to find that Stiles had disappeared again. "Stiles, what the hell are you doing?" Derek called out, following his boyfriend's scent, shortly followed by Scott.
"Packing your stuff." Was the casual reply.
"Why?" Derek asked walking to the room that used to be his childhood bedroom.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, you're moving in with me." Stiles stated, smiling up at his mate while neatly folding a black t-shirt and placing it in Derek's duffel bag.
Derek raised an eyebrow while Scott spoke up. "Does your dad know?"
"Yup." Stiles beamed, despite Derek's suspicious look. "In fact, it was his suggestion."
Both Derek and Scott gave him disbelieving looks.
"Okay, so it wasn't without prompting, but he said he enjoyed spending time with you last night and that you seem like a good guy, then after I told him that you were living here, he offered to let you stay with us. On the condition of 'No funny business' and after we find the alpha, you have to get a job. You don't have to pay rent or anything, but you can't just sit around doing nothing all day. His words not mine." Stiles explained as he placed the last pair of jeans in the bag. "Is there anything else lying around, or is this everything here?" Stiles asked, zipping the bag and standing up.
There was a moment of silence as Derek stared at Stiles. "There's some stuff downstairs. Everything else is either in my car or my storage locker."
"Storage locker?" Scott asked in confusion while Stiles walked over to them.
"I lived in New York for six years, do you really think I only have enough belongings to fill a duffel bag?" Derek asked incredulously with a raised eyebrow.
"W-well, I-I- No." Scott stammered.
"Come on, Der-bear, leave Scotty alone, okay? Now, let's go home."
-Teen Wolf-Sterek-Teen Wolf-Sterek-
The next morning, Kate walked into Allison's room as the girl got ready for school. "Hey. Listen, you know I feel totally horrible about my behavior the other night with Scott, right?"
"Oh, totally forgotten." Allison assured with a smile.
"No, not forgotten by me. Come on. Call me a "horrid bitch" or something." Kate insisted
"You were just.. being protective." Allison shrugged, too polite to tell her aunt what she truly thought about the situation in question.
"I was being a protective horrid bitch." Kate stated. "Who is giving you your birthday present early so you'll forgive her. Kate smiled, pulling a small box from behind her back and handed it to Allison. "Forgiven?"
Allison gasped at the necklace lying inside the box. "Completely. I love it!
"It's a family heirloom." Kate informed Allison, who investigated the necklace further. "And you know me, I hate and loathe all sentimental crap, but that.. Well, look at the symbol in the middle of the pendant. See that? "
Allison nodded "Yeah."
"You ever wanna learn a little something about your family... Look it up."
"You're gonna make me work for it? I thought this was supposed to be an apology." Allison teased with a small smirk.
"Some mysteries" Kate grabbed the necklace and placed it around Allison's neck "Are worth the effort."
"Thanks."
-Teen Wolf-Sterek-Teen Wolf-Sterek-
At school, Allison walked over to her locker happily. However, that happiness evaporated when she opened the locker and multiple balloons floated out. There were 'Happy Birthday' signs on the inside of the door, along with two cards and two presents, neatly wrapped and placed in the bottom of the locker. Allison fought to get the balloons back inside the locker. When she did so, she noticed the cards and presents.
Allison grabbed the cards first and read them, unaware of Scott walking up behind her. "Stiles and Lydia... Of course..." Allison muttered in annoyance after she'd seen who the cards were from.
"Happy birthday!" Scott greeted cheerfully, making his presence known. She looked at him startled, looking horrified when she saw the present in his hands
"No, no. Uh, no. I mean, yes. Please don't tell anybody! How did you even find out?" Allison begged as she grabbed the present out of his hands and shoved it into her bag along with the gifts from Stiles and Lydia. She then attempted to shove the balloons back into her locker.
"Lydia found out, she told Stiles and Stiles told me." He explained, shuffling his feet in uncertainty "Why didn't you tell me?" Asked Scott, slightly upset.
"Because I don't want people to know. Because... I'm 17." Allison whispered after looking around to make sure nobody was paying close attention to them.
"You're 17?" Scott repeated in shock, Stiles and Lydia had failed to mention that particular fact.
"That's the reaction I'm trying to avoid." Allison said in annoyance.
"Why? I mean, I-I totally get it. Uh, you had to repeat a year because of all the moving around, right?" Allison gave him a shocked look, followed by a soft kiss "What was that for?"
"For, literally, being the first person to ever make the correct assumption. Everybody's always like, 'What - Did you get held back?' 'Did you ride the short bus?' Uh, 'Did you have a baby?'!"
"That's what you hear on your birthday?"
"Oh, yeah. All day long." Allison sighed
"Then - What if we got out of here?" Scott suggested.
"Skip class?" Allison asked, clearly uncertain about the suggestion.
"Yeah, the whole day."
"Well, you're asking someone who's never skipped one class to bail out the entire day, and I don't-"
"No, see, that's perfect. If you get caught, then they'll go easy on you." Scott assured.
"Well, what if you get caught?" She asked, finally succeeding to get the balloons back inside her locker, clicking the lock back in place.
"Let's... try not to think about that." Scott said, leading her out of the school.
-Teen Wolf-Sterek-Teen Wolf-Sterek-
"Just a friendly reminder." Mr Harris announced at the beginning of chemistry. "Parent/teacher conferences are tonight. Students below a "C" average are required to attend. I won't name you, because the shame and self-disgust should be more than enough punishment. Has anyone seen Scott McCall?" He asked looking at Stiles, who was hunched over his text book with a highlighter. He was saved from answering when Jackson walked in the room, looking pale and sleep deprived.
Harris walked over to him as he sat at his desk. "Hey Jackson, if you need to leave early for any reason, you let me know." Jackson nodded and Harris headed to the front of the class. "Everyone, start reading chapter 9! Mr. Stilinski," Stiles' head shot up. "Try putting the highlighter down between paragraphs. It's chemistry, not a colouring book!"
Stiles glared at the back of Harris' head before tilting his head back, shooting the highlighter cap from his mouth, into the air, then caught it easily. Stiles leaned forward to talk to Danny.
"Danny, can I ask you a question?" Stiles asked quietly.
"No." Was the reply.
"Well I'm going to anyway." He stated, causing Danny to roll his eyes. "Did Lydia show up in your homeroom today?"
"No." Danny sighed.
"Can I ask you another question?"
"Answers still no." Danny replied in annoyance.
"Why don't you like me?"
"I never said that I don't like you." Danny replied.
"Well it's pretty clear with the way you barely talk to me, get annoyed at me easily, and I know it's personal because you're like the nicest guy ever!" Danny turned to face Stiles.
"It's not- It's- It's not that I don't like you, it's because at first, I thought you thought of being gay as a joke, with the way you'd ask if you're attractive to gay guys." Danny huffed. "Then when I found out that you had a boyfriend, a hot one at that, I was annoyed at myself for not picking up on it." Danny explained honestly, turning slightly to look at Stiles as he explained himself.
Stiles nodded, "I understand what you're saying, but I was honestly just curious if other guy's found me attractive. I only specifically said gay guys so I could find out if I had a chance with anyone. Which, I now realise, was not a great method. But I do have to ask one more question.."
"Yes?" Danny sighed.
"Do you find me attractive? Just here me out. I'm not sure if Derek actually finds me attractive. I mean, I know that he loves me as much as I love him and he likes my personality, somehow. But am I attractive?" Stiles asked, leaning closer to hear Danny's answer.
"As long as your boyfriend isn't going to kill me for my answer.." Stiles nodded enthusiastically.
"You have my word. In fact, he won't even know that this conversation existed!" Stiles promised.
"Yes, you're attractive." Danny mumbled, cheeks turning red.
Stiles beamed and hugged Danny from behind. "So are you." He whispered in his ear as if it were a secret, then returned to his seat, a pleased smile on his face.
A/N: Here you go, I hope you like this chapter.
cornelia. scchuitema: I'm glad you like it :) There will be more soon, I promise x
lovewar66: Yay, there will be lots and lots more of it! Yes, he is. I guess you have to wait and see when I get to that chapter xD Thank you, I hope you enjoy this chapter too x
XxZessxX: I agree, I was upset that I could use all of the scenes, but they just didn't fit with the story. But I think I made up for it with the Sterek moments? There'll be more Lydia in the next chapter, I promise and she'll get to her awesome self a lot sooner than in the show :) x
sidneytrahan101: Aww, yay! Here you go gorgeous! x
Derpy Hooves Loves Muffins Sis: Does that mean you don't want the slash or you want me to write it? Because if you don't want it, I'm sorry but there's gonna be so much Sterek! x
mks 12 98: Yeah, but he's gonna make up for it. And if he had, they wouldn't have needed to call his dad, then Lydia wouldn't blurt out 'boyfriend' then the Sheriff wouldn't find out about Stiles and Derek until later, meaning, he wouldn't have discovered the hole in their meeting story and found out about the supernatural until later. And you'll soon see that my story kinda needs him knowing about it now x
High Serpent King: It will be ;) Things will really pick up in the next chapter x
Heather: Thank you, I'm glad that I've done them justice :) x
expat19: Here you go, I hope you like this x