Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or any of it's characters. If I did, Sterek would be canon.
A/N: It's time for Kate's funeral, Derek gets a job and Gerard comes to town.
The Hale Pack: I'm not coming back
Derek nodded. "Okay. Brace yourself."
-Teen Wolf-Sterek-Teen Wolf-Sterek-
"With all due respect sheriff, this is my daughter and you can't keep her from me." Chris Argent's voice carried upstairs at the Stilinski house two weeks later, on a Wednesday.
"I can't, but she can choose to stay away and file for emancipation Mr Argent." John rebuked.
"She can't be emancipated, there are no grounds for it!"
"Actually, she fits the criteria. She's financially self-sufficient, due to having a job, which she started two days ago. She is currently living apart from you and has made alternative living arrangements. She is definitely sufficiently mature enough to make decisions and to function as an adult, and she is well on track to receive a high school diploma."
"But she is my daughter, it's my job to take care of her!" Chris argued back. Upstairs in Stiles and Derek's bedroom, Allison sighed and pushed herself off of the bed.
"This is ridiculous." She muttered, then made her way downstairs, Stiles, Lydia, Erica and Boyd following behind her.
"Dad, enough!" She snapped, once the Sheriff and the hunter were in her line of sight, drawing their attention to her. "What is this about?" She demanded as she crossed her arms over her chest, keeping her guard up even though her father's appearance made her want to wrap him up in a hug and make sure he was okay. The hunter looked older and far more haggard than the last time they had seen him, his stubble had grown out to a small beard and he had dark circles under his eyes.
"This is about you coming home." Chris had a pained expression on his face as he spoke. He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down before continuing. "Allison, I'm sorry. Your mother is too. She and I talked things over and have come to an agreement. We won't try to pressure or force you into leaving the pack. As long as none of you hurt anyone, we will make sure that nobody hurts you. I swear. We just want you home sweetie. Please. Just come back home. If after a month, you aren't happy with the way things are and you don't think we're being fair, then you can move out and we won't fight it." He sighed and looked down as the pack nodded to Allison, the hunter was being truthful "I promise that we will support you and try to accept the pack."
The hunter looked up at his daughter again and tried to win her over. "I can help you learn self defence, being a part of a pack attracts enemies, I can train you and the rest of the pack, if you'd like." His eyes glanced at the other four Pack members present. "It's one thing to learn how to fight like a wolf and another to fight against a wolf. I can help you all with how to fight with weapons for when you're unable to shift. I can show you how a hunter thinks, so that if any outsiders who think like Kate come to town, you'll be able to anticipate their moves. I can help you. All I ask for in return, is a second chance to prove myself, Allison, prove that I will be a good and supportive father."
"You are a good father." Allison insisted, stepping closer to the hunter. "You're just stubborn and overprotective." Chris chuckled. "I don't know if I'm ready to move back in yet, but I do miss you and mum." She admitted softly.
"Why don't you and your wife join us for dinner on Friday night?" Stiles offered. "Call it a trial run. You can spend time with your daughter and get to know us. An easy atmosphere, no pressure. We understand that from a young age, you've been taught to hate us, so if you find it too much, then you don't have to talk to us. As long as you don't call us mutt's or insult us, we'll be fine." Everyone looked pleased with the suggestion and Chris nodded.
"Yeah, that's a good idea. We'll bring dessert."
"Ooh, mum's special apple pie?" Allison asked hopefully and Chris chuckled.
"Sure sweetie."
"What was that about pie?" Stiles asked excitedly
"Does your mum sacrifice people to the scarecrow god to grow amazing apples?" Erica teased leaning against Boyd with a grin.
"I hope your apple pie was frickin' worth it!" Lydia proclaimed in a deep voice, earning her a chuckle from her best friends and Pack Mates. Allison, Stiles, and Erica all gave her a high five and Boyd nodded in appreciation.
"Love me some pie" Allison grinned in a similarly deep voice.
"I do not understand that reference." Boyd stated in a deep voice of his own, causing the teens to pause and stare at him for a moment, before bursting into hysterical laughter.
"You - totally - did that - on - purpose!" Lydia gasped out between laughs.
"Indeed."
"Uh, what's going on?" Chris asked John as he gestured to the teenagers in front of him.
"I have no idea." John admitted as the front door opened.
"Supernatural." Derek stated as he walked into the house, causing the two fathers to look at him. He was flanked by Scott, Jackson and Isaac and all four of them were holding shopping bags filled with groceries. The most noticeable thing, however, was Scott's hair. Gone was the floppy mop, now replaced with a short tamed style. "It's a tv show. There was a stargate reference in there too. Stiles, Scott and the girls forced us to watch them. Along with some other shows. Although Boyd immediately handed over season 1 of SG-1 when Stiles said we should watch it. It was just there in his bag ready."
"I like to be prepared" Boyd stated with a small grin on his lips. "Do you need help with the groceries?"
"Yes please, there are more bag's in the car." Derek informed him as he made his way to the kitchen. "That means you two as well." The men just heard him say, but Erica and Stiles heard it clearly, and stifled their laughter as they moved towards the front door.
"Where are you going?" Lydia asked as she stifled her own laughter.
"Groceries." The two wolves replied in unison.
"I'll help." Allison stated.
"I'll go help put away and tell Derek about Friday." Lydia said and went to the kitchen. Minutes later, the pack was bustling about the kitchen, working as a well oiled machine to put the abundance of groceries away. The pack had bought so much food that John wasn't convinced it would all fit in the kitchen cupboards and fridge/freezer.
"Are you staying for lunch Mr Argent?" Derek asked politely as he turned on the oven.
"Call me Chris, and no, thank you, I have to finish the arrangements for Kate's funeral tomorrow." He said, a bitter undertone to his voice.
"Oh, I won't be going." Allison informed him without looking up as she chopped up potatoes.
"I wish I could say the same." Chris sighed. "But Gerard, my father, is coming so I have to."
"You're father?" John asked warily. "Is he a hunter too?"
"Yes, a ruthless one at that. So try to lay low. I'll bring a photo of him to dinner and I'll try to get something with his scent, to help you avoid him." Chris informed them, earning a grateful nod from Derek. "Alright, I've gotta go, but enjoy your meal and unless we run into each other, I'll see you on Friday, what time?"
"7." The sheriff informed him, "And at some point you and I will need to have a professional talk about boundaries and terms in relation to the Hale pack and it's land."
"Understood, we can arrange a time at dinner, and in the meantime I'll keep my hunters away from the preserve."
"Thank you." The sheriff said, shaking the hunter's hand. Allison gave her father a hug that lasted a full minute and then the man was gone.
"Was there really a need to bring up emancipation, dad?" Stiles asked once the sheriff had locked the front door. The man just shrugged in return.
"Probably not, but just so you know, I think he thinks Allison has been turned." John said as he made his way to the living room.
"For when you're unable to shift." Allison repeated her father's words in recognition, then shrugged her shoulders. "Oh well."
"Aren't you gonna correct him?" Isaac asked in amusement as the girl continued chopping vegetables.
"Nah, that way, he can be confused if I ever have the need to hit him over the head with a baseball bat made of mountain ash." She smirked as Stiles raised his eyebrows at her.
"You have a mountain ash baseball bat?"
"I will in 4-6 business days. So will Lydia, the sheriff, Danny and mrs McCall" Allison explained and Lydia nodded in agreement as Scott looked up in surprise.
"My mum?"
"Yeah, Stiles mentioned that it was her go-to weapon, it'd be a good idea for her to have a mountain ash one to fend off supernatural creatures." Allison explained.
"That'll work until she finds out." Derek agreed with a nod.
"You mean that I can tell her?" Scott asked, half hopeful, half nervous.
"Yes, she'll find out eventually, it's better off coming from you in a controlled atmosphere." Derek stated as he placed a tray of homemade burgers in the oven. "Same goes for all of you, except Isaac." The curly haired boy looked up in confusion. "If your father finds out, I will have to kill him. Sorry." His heart skipped over the 'sorry', not that it surprised anyone.
"I'll help." Stiles informed them and the rest of the pack agreed eagerly.
"That won't be necessary." Isaac shook his head as he came to a decision, his Pack's fiercely protective attitude towards him had emboldened him. It reminded him that things were different than they had been for the majority of his life. While he had been alone most of his life, terrified of his abusive father and not overly close to his (deceased) older brother who allowed the abuse to happen and would, before enlisting, often antagonise their father before going to a friend's house, leaving Isaac to suffer from the resulting rage. Now Isaac had a family who would care for him and support him through the hard times that were to come.
His mind made up, Isaac took a deep breath, held his head high and marched into the living room before he could talk himself out of it. He stopped directly in front of the Sheriff, blocking the man's view of whatever reality tv show he was barely paying attention to. "Sheriff, I know that you're off duty, but I need to report something."
-Teen Wolf-Sterek-Teen Wolf-Sterek-
It was the day of Kate's funeral and everybody at school was talking about it. People had the nasty habit of pointing at Allison and whispering things. So, the pack decided to show people what happened when you upset one of their own.
"I say we kill them." Isaac suggested casually at lunch.
"I'm in." Erica announced, raising her hand.
"We can't kill everyone!" Scott protested as he rolled his eyes at his Mate.
"Well, we could, but it would take a while." Jackson chimed in helpfully, which earned him a glare from Scott.
"But if we kill them all, then we'll just have hunters after us." Lydia reminded them to Scott's relief.
"We can kill them too." Erica stated with a devious smirk plastered on her face.
"Then we'll be just as bad as Peter and even Kate." Stiles reminded them as he munched on Doritos.
"And I doubt that even the Sheriff could help you if commit mass murder." Danny chuckled, shaking his head at them.
"You mean 'help us' you're in this too." Jackson corrected, flicking a sour patch kid at his best friend. Danny chuckled, tossing a couple of grapes at Jackson.
"I'm gonna end up hacking the FBI to get you all out of trouble, aren't I?"
"Probably." Scott nodded seriously.
"Hey Allison." Tammy, a friend of Scott and Stiles' greeted as she walked over to the pack. "How are you doing?" She asked in a sympathetic tone, but the wolves knew that she was anything but sincere. Stiles found himself flashing back to the day after Peter bit him, also known as Allison's first day at school, when he and Tammy had been talking about Allison's immediate inclusion into Lydia's clique.
"I'm fine thanks, how are you?" Allison asked happily, earning her a raised eyebrow from the girl.
"You're asking me? My aunt's not the psychotic bitch that killed people." She stated bluntly.
"And I can't choose who I'm related to." Was Allison's reply. Her pack looked ready to attack Tammy, but Allison held up her hand. "You're right, she did kill people and the second that I found out, I turned my back on her. I want nothing to do with her. We may have been related, but she is not my family."
"What ever happened to 'blood is thicker than water'?" Tammy asked snidely, raising an eyebrow at Allison.
"That's a misconception." Lydia announced whilst rolling her eyes at the girl. "The original saying is: The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. Which basically means: That blood shed in battle, bonds soldiers more strongly than simple genetics. Although we commonly use it to suggest the strength of family ties, it doesn't refer to family at all."
"It's fine, Lydia." Allison assured her best, a comforting smile gracing her lips, then returned her attention to Tammy. "I love my family, but blood doesn't automatically make somebody family. I used to consider her family before I knew who she truly was. When I found out that she mercilessly killed innocent people I realised that the person I loved wasn't real, that made it pretty easy to turn my back on her. She was a monster and I am in no way obligated to support her or pretend to grieve her."
Tammy nodded with wide eyes, somewhat surprised by Allison's response and moved to sit down. "I get it, it mus-"
"No." Lydia stated, stopping Tammy in her tracks. "No, you don't get it and you can't sit with us."
"I can't sit with you because I don't have a serial killer as a relative?"
"You can't sit with us because you're a bitch." Erica growled, her hands curled into fist to conceal her claws. The blonde girl's vision hadn't yet turned red though, so she knew it was safe to glare heartedly at the girl before her.
"And you're treating Allison's misfortune as nothing more than gossip." Stiles glared at the girl. "I thought you were better than that Tammy, unfortunately not. Please leave us alone and if you go whispering about Allison or any of her relatives, we will know."
"Really Stiles? You join the popular clique and suddenly you're better than everyone?" Tammy sneered, which really riled the pack up. Tammy couldn't help herself, she felt betrayed by Scott and Stiles. She used to be their friend, then suddenly Scott becomes athletic and starts dating the hot new girl, and Stiles gets a hot, older boyfriend and suddenly they're too good for her? Tammy felt her hands curl into fists against her own volition as she glared at the boy who used to bitch about Jackson and the unjust social hierarchy of their school with her.
"We're not a clique," Isaac snapped at Tammy, trying to force back his wolf as the girl turned her attention to him.
"We're family." Boyd stated the perfect image of calm and collected, but the Pack didn't need super senses to know that he was also close to shifting.
"We are all better than you because we don't belittle people for their misfortunes." Jackson sneered, Lydia gently placed her hand on his as she spoke.
"If I were you I'd walk away. We are very protective of our family and if you say or do anything to upset our family, we will get revenge." The redhead promised fiercely, but diplomatically.
"A month ago you didn't give any of them a second glance." Tammy stated, gesturing to Scott, Stiles, Isaac, Erica and Boyd. "Now all of a sudden they're family? What a load of bull. And I remember that Jackson wouldn't think twice about belittling anyone, now you above it?" She glared, how could they just forgive him for all the hateful things he's said over the years.
"I changed." Jackson growled, ready to attack the girl the second he had the chance, only holding back because of the witnesses, who were all whispering around them.
"Sure." Tammy drawled sarcastically. "You said soldiers in your little english lesson, right Lydia? Well none of you are soldiers or fought together, unless your little 'family' is actually a gang."
The pack looked at the girl like she had suddenly sprouted a second head. "Are you forgetting that we were abducted, injured and almost killed by Kate and Peter? Then attacked two more times by Peter? We spent time in the hospital!" Jackson sneered. "Even if we hadn't, we're still family. We all care and look out for each other, despite all the shit from the past."
"And that has nothing to do with Scott's sudden athletic stardom or Erica's slutty attire?" Tammy retorted, refusing to back down despite the murderous looks she was receiving from the leather clad group in front of her.
"Slutty?! You stupid bitch, I will rip your throat out with my teeth!" Erica screamed, now on her feet, leaning over the table to reach the girl, but was held back by Isaac and Boyd. Tammy opened her mouth to say something else, but was stopped as a loud smack sounded, shocking the cafeteria into silence. Her head snapped to the side as a red mark appeared on her cheek. She slowly turned her head to look at Allison in shock.
The brunette's hand was still raised. Her usual friendly smile was long gone, replaced by an angry scowl, when she spoke, her voice was low and dangerous. "You listen to me, bitch. You can say what you think about Kate, and how fucked up she was. I don't care, in fact I agree, but if you dare say anything about my family, I will end you. We may not have been close for long, but that doesn't change a thing. Forget everything you thought you knew about them. Jackson, Lydia, Scott, all of them, you do not know them, you do not know me. We are not who you think we are. Erica is not dressed like a slut. In fact, there's no such thing as a slut or a prude, those are insults created by bigoted guys to make girls feel bad. Are you a virgin Tammy?"
"Y-yes."
"Then by that standard, you are a prude."
"I'm not a prude!" The girl protested immediately, "I'm just not a slut!"
"So, someone who's had sex is a slut?" Tammy nodded. "So your parents are sluts? Your grandparents?"
"That's different!"
"How?"
Tammy froze in shock, trying to think of a reason. After a moment she said "Because they're married and adults!"
Stiles barked out a laugh. "Tammy, your parents were sixteen and still in high school when you were conceived! They didn't get married until you were eight! Scott and I were at the wedding."
"B-but I-I-"
"Lay off it sweetheart." Lydia advised, inspecting her nails. "You're trying to sound smart, but you're just being stupid and hypocritical."
"Walk away." Danny told her. "Before you embarrass yourself further, just walk away."
The girl went to say something, before thinking better of it and stomped out of the cafeteria without another word. Everyone stared at the pack for a moment, before a glare from Jackson had them turning away. Instantly the silence was filled by overlapping conversations, discussing what had just happened.
"Well that was an eye opener." Scott commented as he lifted a fork full of cafeteria 'food' to his mouth.
"Can we kill her?" Isaac asked, semi-hopefully.
"No, no one is killing anyone." Stiles stated firmly, pausing for a second before adding. "Yet."
"Uh, no one is killing anyone ever." Scott insisted, for good measure he even put on the expression Stiles could never resist: His famous 'sad puppy' look, complete with a believable pout and his big brown eyes sparkling with unshed tears.
"What if someone was attacking one of us," Isaac asked, causing Scott to look at him, for the first time ever Scott regretted looking at his mate. Isaac had turned the tables and pulled out his own 'sad puppy' look that utterly destroyed Scott. He knew instantly that he wouldn't be able to argue anything Isaac said next. "and the only way to save our Pack Mate meant that the person attacking them would get fatally injured?"
"That's different, that's self defense." Scott defended his view point. "It's another thing entirely to attack and kill her in cold blood."
"Hey, you're the one who said no killing ever." Jackson reminded the crooked-jawed wolf, a smirk on his lips.
"You knew what I meant." Scott glared playfully at Jackson, flashing his eyes so quickly, it was barely noticeable to the wolves and not noticeable at all to the humans.
After that, it was easy for the pack to regain a steady flow of conversation.
"How's Derek's first day at work going?" Danny asked Stiles as the boy locked his phone.
"Pretty good, although he's complaining about being stuck with paperwork. I'm glad though, I'd rather he be bored at work than be shot at. Even if he'd be okay."
"How'd he get the job so fast?" Scott asked in confusion. "Don't you need to go to the police academy and stuff?"
"He did in New York." Stiles explained, a proud smile on his face. "He was just about to join the NYPD when Laura went missing and he dropped everything to come here."
"That's kind of sad." Allison commented. "Don't get me wrong, I'm so happy that Derek came back to Beacon Hills. Everything would have been so different if he hadn't, but it's a shame that he had to give up everything he worked to build."
"I get what you're saying, Ally, I do." Jackson said with a nod. "But I think that it really is for the best. I mean, just look at how happy he is. Sure he might have been content in his old life, but this town is where he belongs. Despite all of the tragedy that has taken place here, despite what is yet to come, he has built a new family. In doing that, he's given all of us something incredible. I thought that Danny and Lydia were the only people that I could count on. The only people I'd ever be able to count on, but now I've got all of you. Yes, I hate that we all had to go through shit to get here, but, for me, it just makes me appreciate all of you even more. It is upsetting that Derek had to give up everything, Ally, but I don't call it a shame. I call it a blessing."
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Dinner with the Argents was going rather well, despite the initial, expected, tension. "So Allison." Chris started, wiping at his mouth with a napkin. "I just realised that I haven't asked yet, how are you liking living with the Sheriff?"
"It was great, but I don't live here anymore, I moved out a couple of days after everything with the Alpha." She explained with a smile, surprising her parents.
"Oh?" Victoria asked, glancing at Scott suspiciously. "Where are you staying now?"
"With Lydia." Allison informed her, taking another bite of her steak. "She offered me her guest room when she got out of the hospital. I accepted because there's only so many times I can deal with putting the toilet seat down before I snap." She teased, sending Stiles a seemingly menacing glare, but everyone in the room knew her well enough to know that it was lacking any real heat.
"Hey, it's better than going into the bathroom and drowning in beauty products!" Stiles teased back. "There is no way you need all of that stuff!"
"Yes, we do." The girls chorused in unison.
"Stiles, no matter how many products she has, it is nowhere as bad as the amount of deodorant you spray." The sheriff reminded him.
"Hey that was before I turned!" Stiles protested "I have learned the error of my ways since then and I no longer fumigate the entire place every morning."
"Not quite the correct context to use that word, but I'll let it slide." Lydia muttered under her breath so only the wolves could hear her.
"Yeah, you just replaced it with leaving the toilet seat up." Allison giggled aloud, unaware of what her best friends had said and Stiles stuck his tongue out at her.
"Anyway." Allison giggled, looking at her parents again. "Where was I? Oh, yeah, I'm staying with Lydia now, and I pay rent and everything."
"Although she doesn't have to." Lydia cut in, sending Allison a pointed look.
"If I don't, I feel like a moocher." Allison defended with a tone of exasperation, making it clear to the Argents that the duo had had that exact argument a few times already.
"You didn't pay the sheriff!" Lydia retorted with aggravation in her tone and expression, though it was overshadowed by the fond smile she couldn't manage to keep off of her face.
"Because when the sheriff tells you not to pay rent, you listen!" Allison responded.
"But not to your best friend?"
"Exactly!"
"Ugh, bitch."
"Jerk."
"Language!" Derek stated, half teasingly.
"Sorry alpha." The pair apologised in unison, earning an annoyed glare from mrs Argent.
Victoria cleared her throat. "Allison, although I should be relieved that you aren't living with boys, I'll admit that I took comfort in knowing that one of them was the sheriff, who has knowledge of the supernatural."
"I did too,"Chris admitted. "Also knowing that the other two were mates, even if they haven't completed the bond-"
"They have." John told him, with a gleam in his eyes. "They completed it a few weeks ago, on the night of the dance. The Hale Pack is now established and secured, and has human members to balance them."
"Danny, right? You said members? Plural. I remember seeing Lydia get bitten, so who else is human?" Chris asked, looking at Boyd and Isaac.
"We have three human members, dad, the sheriff is human.." Allison stated, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "And by the way, Lydia isn't a wolf."
"Then what is she?" Chris asked, eyeing the redhead warily, suddenly far more uncertain of the girl his daughter called her Best Friend.
"A banshee." Danny said simply, as he reached for his bag. "At least, I think so. I've been doing research, I was going to mention it later, but what the heck?" He pulled an old leather bound book from his bag. "And based on what you told me, the scream, her knowing that Kate was going to die, I'd say she's a Banshee. Her abilities were likely suppressed, brought forth by the bite." He opened the book to a page about Banshee's and set it on the table for everyone to see.
"What do you think?" Derek as Lydia, whose eyes were fixed on the page.
"Banshee." She said slowly, then nodded. "It feels, right? I guess. Thank you Danny, I think you got it." Danny smiled at his friend, before putting the book away.
"You can read it yourself later, but it says that the powers of a Banshee are genetically passed, so if I were you, I'd talk to your mum."
"Allison, I don't know how I feel about you living with a Banshee, if that's even what she is." Victoria protested."She could be dangerous."
"Kate was dangerous, but you were okay for me to live with her."
"That's different, had she tried something, we could have protected you."
"I can protect myself." Allison stated, holding her head high and jutting out her chin as she stared defiantly at her parents. "I grew up discreetly being trained by hunters, now I train with wolves. I sleep with a knife under my pillow and a gun under my mattress. I carry Chinese ring daggers, a folding crossbow and other protective items in my bag on a daily basis. I have a 9 million volt stun baton in my car. I have four compound bows, one in my car, one in Stiles Jeep, one here and one at Lydia's. I have a chest filled with weapons in my closet!" The look on her parents faces was priceless, but Allison forced herself not to laugh. "I'm more than prepared and if I face something or someone that I can't handle alone, I have my pack to help me."
Chris nodded in acceptance, but Victoria still looked unconvinced. "Okay, but I'd still like to help train you. All of you."
"Thank you Chris, we can arrange a time to meet up." Derek nodded gratefully.
"Great." Chris smiled, then looked around at everyone's, except Victoria's which had over half left, empty plates. Knowing that his wife wasn't going to finish the food. "How about I take these to the kitchen, then we can have dessert?"
"I'll help." Stiles offered and started stacking plates.
"So, Derek, how do you plan to support yourself and the others?" Victoria asked tensely, purposely avoiding the word 'pack' in relation to her daughter.
"I have a job at the sheriff's station as an assistant deputy." Seeing the accusing look on Victoria's face, Derek continued. "Back in New York I had enrolled at the Police Academy, I had graduated just before Laura's death. I didn't apply here immediately as I wanted to take care of the alpha first, and before I met Stiles, I planned to come here, get rid of the alpha and go back to New York. But there are far more reason's for me to stay than there are to leave."
Despite some passive aggressive comments from Victoria, the rest of the evening went well. John and Chris were able to arrange an informal agreement in relation to territory and hunting. There would be a formal treaty that would be written out, signed and sent to the hunters council.
"There's actually a hunters council?" Scott asked in disbelief.
"Yes, they've been around for several hundred years. Not as long as the werewolf council but-"
"There's a werewolf council?!"
"...No."
"You're mean."
"So I've been told."
Stiles chose that moment to interrupt. "Children, children, enough of that. Scott, go help Jackson with the dishes."
"Bu-"
"Now." Scott grumbled as he walked to the kitchen sink.
"You're good at this." Derek whispered into Stiles' ear as he hugged his mate from behind.
"Good at what?" Stiles looked over his shoulder at Derek.
"Being Pack mum." He whispered at a volume only Stiles would hear.
"What? I'm so not P-"
"You totally are." Derek chuckled, placing a soft kiss to Stiles' shoulder.
"Nope."
"Stiles! Isaac stole the remote, but it's my turn to pick the movie!" Erica's voice called as she ran towards the couple. Followed by Isaac,
"She's lying! It's my turn." Stiles pulled out his phone and tapped on the screen a couple of times. "Actually, according to this schedule, it's Boyd's turn."
"Dammit." They whined in unison.
"Yup, Erica is tomorrow, then Isaac on Sunday." He informed them, showing them the schedule on his phone.
Erica sighed, then a thought occurred to her and she smirked. "No!" Stiles and Derek said in unison. The blonde batted her eyelids innocently.
"Whatever do you mean?"
"You will not convince Boyd to select your choice!" Stiles said firmly. "You hear me Boyd? Don't let her influence you, okay?"
"Okay." Was the reply.
Allison came to the kitchen, her parents behind her. "Hey, Stiles, I'm going to pick up some stuff from my parents house, could you drive me?"
"Yeah, of course, shall we do the thing on the way back?"
"You read my mind." Allison grinned.
"What thing?" Derek asked curiously.
"Nothing." They yelled in unison.
"I'll go get my keys, put a jacket on." Stiles told Allison, then ran up the stairs. Derek looked at Allison with a raised eyebrow.
"My lips are sealed." She grinned as she walked to the coat rack, which was currently overflowing with leather. She was somehow able to find the one that belonged to her and tugged it on just in time for Stiles to come bounding down the stairs. She grabbed a second jacket from the rack and held it out for the male.
"Thanks." He smiled, tugging on the jacket.
"Uh, Stiles?" Derek asked, causing his mate to look at him. "That's my jacket."
"I know. So did Allison." The Argent nodded with a grin on her face.
"Of course." Derek sighed but then Stiles wrapped his arms around Derek's neck and pushed himself onto his tiptoes so that he could whisper in Derek's ear, low enough that nobody else could hear.
"I prefer smelling like you whenever I have to go out without you, so everybody knows who I belong to." Suddenly Derek was much more willing to loan Stiles his Jacket. He let out a low, possessive growl as Stiles turned his head so that he could give Derek a passionate, yet chaste, kiss.
"I love you." Stiles reminded Derek when they both pulled back.
"I love you too." Derek gave Stiles another soft kiss before he reluctantly let go of his Mate. "Be safe."
"I will, don't let the pups kill each other."
"I Won't." Derek promised, then decided that he had let go far too soon and pulled Stiles back in for another quick kiss.
"We'll be back in about an hour, feel free to start the movie without us."
"Please, even if I wanted to, there's no way that the others would let me." Derek chuckled.
"Fair enough, do something fun while we're gone. I'll see you soon. Love you."
"Love you." Derek replied and gave Stiles a final kiss before Allison giggled and grabbed Stiles' arm, pulling him away from Derek.
"Come on, lover boy." She teased, pulling him away from his mate.
"Okay, okay, I'm coming."
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"Come on in Stiles," Chris invited, despite Victoria's glare
"Thank you, Mr Argent." Stiles smiled as he stepped into the house.
"Allison, all of your stuff is where you left it, but uh- not all of ours is?" He raised an eyebrow in amusement.
"Uh, it was to fight against the alpha!" Allison defended quickly.
"You really needed that against the alpha?"
"Look, I'm sorry, but the Katana is just so cool and-" Both of her parent's eyes widened and Allison knew instantly that they weren't talking about the Katana.
"Katana? I was talking about the smoke grenade! When did you get the katana? How did you get into that room? What else did you take?!" Chris asked urgently.
Stiles and Allison exchanged a nervous look. "Allison." Victoria warned, giving Allison a stern look that only a mother could achieve.
"Not much, just a M1911A1 Colt, some Chinese ring daggers, a few extra arrows, a tactical compound bow, a quiver, a couple flash bolts, ultrasonic emitters, tasers, silver chains and wolfsbane bullets." She listed the items they had 'borrowed' thoughtfully.
"And the Winchester!" Stiles reminded her.
"Oh yeah! And a Winchester Shotgun."
"Oh, so not much?" Chris drawled sarcastically.
Allison turned red from embarrassment "We'll return what we still have first thing tom-"
"Don't worry about it." Chris assured. "We can get plenty more easily, I'm glad that you took the initiative to think ahead and stay prepared. I'm proud of you. But, next time, ask me first, okay? Either of you."
"Okay dad."
"Okay, Mr Argent."
"Great, now go get your things, your Pack is waiting on you and you've still got that mystery task." He reminded the duo as his wife scowled at the word 'Pack'.
"Thanks dad." Allison smiled gratefully, before heading to her old room, Stiles directly behind her.
"Okay, so, the top and middle draw, the chest in my closet, the stuff in the vent and the box under my bed." Allison stated, pointing to the places in question.
"On it." Stiles grinned, heading for the closet first, he went to pick up the chest, but froze, then stepped back. "Uh, Ally?"
"Yeah?"
"That's mountain ash."
"Oh, of course it is, why wouldn't it be? I'm so sorry! Uh, it's too heavy for me alone... DAD!" She yelled out, half a minute later, the hunter was walking into the room.
"Yes, Allison?"
"Can you help me with the chest? It's-"
"Mountain ash, right. Yeah, I got it." He moved to pick it up, only to find he could only lift it about three inches high. "What the hell do you have in this thing?" He groaned as he set it on the ground.
"Books and weapons, mostly." Allison shrugged as she grabbed a thick blanket from a draw. "Okay, if you could lift it again and I'll set this under it so you don't have to carry it alone."
"What other weapons could you possibly have in there?" Stiles asked incredulously, pulling a box out from under the bed.
"Throwing knives, Nunchaku, butterfly knives, a Cobra Self Cocking Tactical Crossbow Pistol 80-lb and a couple kubatons." Allison shrugged as she and her father started to lift the chest. Stiles walked over and supported the middle, helping the Argent's move the chest.
"She went through a big self defense phase. I think it's the only phase that I was upset that she grew out of." Chris chuckled.
"Well, it's back now." Allison stated with a slight shrug. They were able to get everything moved quickly, and within twenty minutes, the pair were almost ready to leave.
"Chris!" A male voice called out as Stiles put the last item in the Jeep.
"Gerard." Chris greeted tensely.
"This must be Allison, hello sweetheart." The man greeted in an overly friendly voice. "And who's this young man? Dare I say boyfriend?"
Despite knowing that he wasn't a good man, the two couldn't help but laugh.
"God no. Not that there's anything wrong with Ally, but I'm seeing someone else, and my best friend is her boyfriend." Stiles informed the man. "I'm Stiles Stilinski."
"Stilinski? where have I heard that name before?" Gerard asked.
"My dad's the sheriff."
"Ahh yes, well it's a pleasure to meet you Stiles, may I say, that's an unusual name." He said, holding out his hand for Stiles to shake.
"It's just a nickname." Stiles explained, shaking the man's hand. "My real name is polish and impossible to pronounce."
"I see." Gerard nodded pleasantly. "I'm Gerard. Chris and Kate's father. Well, I was Kate's father. I trust you heard about her untimely death?"
"Yes."
"It's quite a tragedy. I was sad that I didn't see you at the funeral, Allison." Allison snorted at that, earning her a fiery look from Gerard. "Something you'd like to say?"
"I wouldn't say tragedy, so much as karma. She killed an entire family!" Allison stated angrily.
"That's merely speculation." Gerard retorted, a glare set in place.
"She admitted it to me, right before she tried to kill me!"
Gerard's look turned suspicious "And why exactly would she do that?"
"Because she's psychotic and realised that I was on to what she'd done."
"Now, with that attitude I'm not sure I want to give this to you." He lied as he pulled something out of his pocket, Stiles could smell Wolfsbane.
Allison shook her head whilst rolling her eyes, not risking a glance at Stiles, who was fighting to keep his features neutral.
"Whatever it is, I'm not interested, thanks. I'll see you around, dad. Come on Stiles, I'll drive." Stiles moved to the passenger side door. Usually he'd protest, but he didn't want to get on her bad side.
"When's your curfew?" Gerard asked, no doubt hoping to 'talk' to her when she returns.
"She doesn't have one." Chris informed him, suddenly relieved for the first time that Allison was refusing to move back home.
"I don't live here anymore." Allison said and climbed into the driver's seat of the jeep. "See you around. Love you dad, tell mum I love her too and I'll visit soon." With that she shut the door as Chris returned the 'love you' and promised to pass on the message, then the girl drove off without a second glance.
"You okay?" She asked Stiles after a few minutes of driving. "That was wolfsbane he was gonna give me, right?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." Stiles assured, even though his head was hanging out of the window as he eagerly breathed in the clean air. Being in the Argent household with all that mountain ash and wolfsbane wasn't that fun, especially given that the smell of wolfsbane was no longer confined to the weapons room and immediate area. Stiles was half convinced that Mrs Argent had added wolfsbane to an aerosol or something as the smell now coated the entire house. Not badly enough to cause him anything more than an itchy throat, but it was still annoying. "And yes, that was definitely wolfsbane. He was trying to test you."
"Great," Allison sighed in frustration as she drove them to their destination. "That's one more thing to worry about."
"Don't worry, we'll be fine." Stiles assured her, despite his own anxiety over the situation. "We have our Pack and each other, as long as we all stick together everything will work out fine." Allison smiled at him gratefully. "And we have something far more important to focus on right now." He nodded towards the building that Allison had just pulled up in front of. "This is gonna be great for the Pack, especially Derek, and it's something we can control. So what do you say that we forget all of the unpleasantness going on right now and focus on doing something nice for our Pack?"
"Yeah, let's do this!"
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When Stiles and Allison got back, just over an hour later, the pack were waiting in the Stilinski living room. The sofa and armchairs had been pushed to the side of the room, and the pack was sprawled out over the floor, on top of cushions and blankets, chatting idly. A clear space was left between Derek and Erica, a smaller space between Scott and Isaac.
"So we met Chris' father, Gerard." Stiles announced as he made his way to Derek. "When we were getting the stuff from Argent's house, he was there. Tried to be all gentlemanly, called Kate's death a tragedy, Ally told him otherwise, which pissed him off." He nestled into Derek and pulled Erica closer to him.
"He knew what Kate had done, before it came out. I could tell by the way he reacted when I brought it up." Allison announced as she snuggled up to her mates. "I think he might have been involved, at least with the planning. I don't know why, it's just a feeling, but I'm convinced."
"Okay, we'll start looking into it tomorrow, for now, let's just enjoy our Friday night and not worry about all of that." Derek insisted, not wanting to be reminded of the horrible situation just yet, and the pack eagerly agreed. Jackson and Scott got up to grab the snacks from the kitchen now that their Pack Mates had returned. "Boyd, what are we watching?"
"Serenity."
"I love you!" Was called out by multiple pack members, namely Stiles, Scott, Allison, Erica, and Lydia.
Then, of course, someone, Jackson, had to ask "What's Serenity?"
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Isaac and Stiles sat at the Sheriff's station on Saturday evening, waiting on Derek and John. The two men were meeting with a lawyer, sorting out the paperwork so that Derek could become Isaac's legal guardian. The two were also there so that Isaac would be safe if anything went wrong with Coach Lahey's transport to the county prison to await trial. Scott and Allison want to be there, all of the pack did, but Scott and Allison were both working. Allison couldn't skip because she'd only recently started. Scott couldn't because Stiles and Derek still didn't trust Deaton and wanted Scott to gather as much information as he could.
Erica couldn't be there because her parents had questions about her sudden cure, so Boyd was with her as moral support whilst she explained everything to them. Danny couldn't go because it was his sister's birthday. Lydia and Jackson offered to be there, but Isaac declined when he discovered that it was their two year anniversary.
The two sat side by side as Stiles helped Isaac with his maths homework.
"So, how long have you been..y'know?" Isaac asked, glancing up at the deputy just two meters away.
"Bi or the other thing?" Stiles asked without looking up.
"The other thing."
"Almost three months, since the night Derek's sister died."
"Really?" Isaac asked, eye's widening in surprise. "I thought it'd been longer. What about Scott?"
"The same amount of time, we were together when Peter attacked. Although he fought it at first, he's only recently started to embrace it and focus on controlling it rather than suppressing it." Stiles explained to the curly haired boy, who nodded.
"That explains it," Isaac realised, "I thought you had gone through it before him because you seem to have an easier time."
"I don't have an easier time, per se. It's always difficult, especially when you get angry or scared, but you learn to focus on other things, the things that keep you, you." Stiles told him, hoping his pup would understand what he's saying. "It was easier for me than to find that connection than it was for Scott, because of Derek. The moment I met him I felt drawn to him, my wolf felt drawn to him because it knew we were mates, even if I didn't. Being close to him made me feel at ease and helped me focus. In that regard being around Derek is more effective than Adderall ever was. We're meant to be, and being around him makes me feel complete. His scent and heartbeat keeps me grounded and stops me from getting distracted by everything going on around me or getting lost in my head, and helps me to focus on what I need to in order to stay human."
"An anchor. Right? You guys mention it a lot." He asked curiously. The pack had mentioned it and told Isaac and Boyd that they'd each have to find their own anchor's before they could hope to even be lucid during a full moon, let alone in control over their wolf side.
"Yeah."
"What's yours?"
"Well, mine is a combination of things. It started off as my dad, Scott, Melissa, and obviously Derek had wormed his way in there, even though we'd only known each other for, like, two days. Now that list also includes the pack, including you. I don't want to hurt anyone that I care about, and I know that if I lose control, I could. But it doesn't have to be that for everybody. Derek's is anger, Scott's is Allison, and probably you now, but you'd have to ask him. Jackson's anchor is Lydia, Danny and his car." Isaac nodded, before he fully registered what Stiles had said.
"Wait, his car?" Isaac asked incredulously but before Stiles could say anything else, all of the phones in the station started ringing.
Deputies rushed around to answer the phones, everyone was talking at the same time and the shrill ringing hurt the wolves ears, so they were unable to make out what was going on at first.
Then John rushed out of his office, followed by Derek and the lawyer. "What the hell is going on?" He demanded.
"Sir, we have a problem." Tara told the sheriff in a hushed voice, glancing at Isaac in concern, unaware that he could hear everything that she said. "As the prisoner was being transferred, the van was attacked, no one saw by who, but by the amount of damage, it seemed to have been a wild animal."
"Were there any casualties?" John asked, sending Isaac his own worried glance.
"Two deputies and a state trooper were severely injured, they're being transported to the hospital as we speak. And the prisoner.. Lahey, he's..."
"Yes, deputy?"
"He's dead, sir."
With that, Derek shot to Isaac's side, as he and Stiles tried to console the curly haired boy. Isaac was frozen in shock as tears pooled in his eyes.
Isaac's father was dead. The man who had abused Isaac for years was dead. Isaac thought he should be relieved, but all he felt was grief.
A/N: I'm sorry that this chapter is kinda short, but I will make up for it, promise xx
middlechild274: Thank you very much, I hope that you enjoy this x
CorruptedWriter: Yup, I'm glad :) Scallisaac will be kinda background, so I hope it doesn't bother you too much, I just couldn't choose! I love Scallison, Allisaac and Scisaac, so I thought, why not mix all three? I don't have to choose, anyone who ships any of those three will be happy and people who don't won't have to worry because it's not a major part of the story. The scale will be tipping soon, especially with Gerard in the mix, anything with that man equals chaos. Anyway, stay tuned to learn more x
: I agree wholeheartedly, I miss Danny from the show. I plan to include lot's of Danny in this story, so if you're a Danny fan, then you'll be happy, I hope x
XxZessxX: Yes, he does. The pack, although unconventional, is well fitted and loyal. Thank you, I'll probably include more of that then, I like to imagine that, had half of them not died or left, that's how the pack would feel and act. Damn right, now people will think twice about messing with Stiles, well most people. That's what I was going for, I'm glad that you picked up on it. I hope that you continue to enjoy the story, please let me know what you think x
carameldip18: Thank you so much, I hope that you like this chapter, too x
shaniaj3: Yay, thank you. I am going to include Danny in the pack. I love Danny :) I've decided that Jackson isn't going to be a Kanima, but the murders are still going to take place. You'll just have to wait and see who or what is behind it x
Half Alien: Thank you, I hope you enjoy this chapter and continue to read x
XkabarjohnX: Thank you. There will be more Sterek moments here and there, but at the moment I'm focusing on the pack dynamics and things like that x
lateVMlover: Thank you, I hope that you enjoy this chapter too x
mycookiesgaara: Not for a couple of seasons xD Thank you. I agree, he will make more appearances throughout the story. So do I, I was hopeful that there would be more Danny in season 4 when it was revealed that he knew about the supernatural, but alas, no. Don't worry though, Danny is a part of the pack in this story so you'll see a lot more of him x
Assantra: That's ace xD I hope you are enjoying the story x
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Ominous07: Thank you, that makes me so happy! I feel the same, but unfortunately Jeff say's no :( Anyways, I hope that you like this chapter and continue to read x