Mischief Mondays Chapter 13: Stalion - The FBI Liaison, a teen wolf fanfic

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Title: The FBI Liaison – Mischief Mondays Series

Tags: m/m, Magic Council AU, Good Alpha Pack, Spark Stiles, fluff, m/f

Main Pairing: Deucalion/Stiles

Side Pairings: Boyd/Erica, Ennis/Kali

Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Deucalion Blackwood, Peter Hale, Derek Hale, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Marin Morrell, Ethan Steiner, Aiden Steiner, Kali, Ennis

Summary: The Magic Council has liaisons in every major law enforcement agency and the Alpha Packs regularly have to work with them. When Deucalion's pack is sent to meet a liaison for their current mission, they are pleasantly surprised to be reunited with Stiles.

The FBI Liaison

Mischief Mondays Series

Deucalion furrowed his brows, the exasperation could be felt in the room once he was done speaking. Their pack may be the most effective and the strongest that the North American Magic Council had to offer, but sadly that didn't mean they could pick and choose their missions. If anything, it usually entailed them getting send on the hardest and most high profile cases.

Which often times entailed cases that had drawn hade the news and thus, the involvement of human law-enforcement. The Magic Council had liaisons in every larger body of law-enforcement, that wasn't the problem. The problem was working with said liaisons.

"I don't want to work with the FBI, they're always so arrogant," Erica groaned. "They always think they're better than us for having gone through 'training'. Like we didn't train for the job too."

A smile tugged on Deucalion's lips as he heard her complaints. He had a bit of a soft spot for the loud, brash girl ever since they'd collected her and her mate three years ago. The smile turned a little more wistful as he remembered Beacon Hills. Perhaps their most memorable mission to date.

They'd been sent there to reunite Cora Hale with her family, after word of a new Hale Alpha had reached the Magic Council. The youngest Hale had been placed in foster care by the Magic Council after the fire, Laura too young and too new to being an Alpha to take on a proper pack, much less raise a child. She'd chosen a pack of two with her teenage brother, not trusting herself to take care of two kids and be a good Alpha. The council had placed Cora with a good pack and foster family.

The assumption had been that Laura had returned, older and more sure in her role, ready to reclaim the territory and make both Peter and Cora part of her pack. What they found instead was her younger brother, new Alpha and completely in over his head, with a loose pack of rebellious teenagers. Two of whom had run away after leaving the pack and had run straight into the Alpha Pack's arms. Erica and Boyd were taken in by Deucalion for medical care and an evaluation and even after being reunited with their families, the two teens… kept coming back. They were quick to befriend Ethan and Aiden and just kept sticking around, even while Deucalion's pack evaluated Derek, tried to teach him how to be an Alpha and mend his relationship to his other betas.

That alone wouldn't have been too outstanding, they helped guide a lot of young Alphas and often there were estranged betas. It was the Darach, who started terrorizing the town during the evaluation, and the rise of a True Alpha that had derailed the mission and kept Deucalion's pack in Beacon Hills for over half a year; much longer than such a mission had any right to take.

Usually, that would have irritated Deucalion. But there was a curious, powerful and endearing young Spark in that town and he had captured the Alpha's full attention. The boy was close to Boyd and Erica and after a few visits, the two teens started dragging Stiles along to the Alpha Pack's den. Which was for the best, because until then, the boy hadn't even been aware of his status as a Spark. It was Marin, who became his mentor and started teaching him about his magic. A wonderful excuse to have the delightful little thing in Deucalion's home.

The Darach was taken care of by their joined forces, Scott McCall embraced his nature as a True Alpha and built his own pack, around his mate Allison, Stiles, the banshee Lydia, and the two former Hale Pack betas Jackson and Isaac, both who had lost too much trust in Derek.

Cora, though glad to know her brother and uncle alive, chose to return to the family and pack she had built in Mexico. There was a disconnect that could not be mended, while the pack and foster family who had raised her for the past six years had come too important to her to be abandoned.

Derek joined Deucalion's pack. It was how all Alpha Packs had formed, from packless Alphas. Either like Deucalion, whose pack had died, or from failed packs, where young and inexperienced Alphas couldn't gain their betas' trusts. Peter had joined them too, unwilling to call himself Scott's beta and already greedy to regain his status as an Alpha himself, but not to lead a pack.

Erica and Boyd chose to leave with them too, which was much rarer. Usually, if aiding a young pack failed, the assigned Alpha Pack would find new packs to place the betas with. In this case, most of the Hale betas had easily integrated into the newly formed McCall Pack. But Erica and Boyd would rather be caught dead than join the same pack as Allison Argent, the hunter who had nearly killed them both and captured them to be tortured by her grandfather.

It was unusual, for an Alpha Pack to accept betas into their midst, and yet Deucalion left with one new Alpha and three betas. Peter was a little different, Deucalion had a longstanding history and friendship with the man, knew him to be ruthless and effective enough that the next feral Alpha they would hunt down, Peter would gladly rip apart to become an Alpha again.

But Boyd and Erica were young and yet, Deucalion couldn't bring himself to place them in another pack. They'd bonded, not just formed friendships with Ethan and Aiden, Ennis had practically adopted them, Kali had taught them how to fight, Erica loved shadowing Deucalion to learn from the Alpha of Alphas. The two had grown on them all and so, an exception was made.

Strings were pulled with the council, to assign them the next three rouge Alphas to hunt down. Nearly three months of hunts and harsh fights, and the three betas had gained Alpha status.

So yes, Beacon Hills had been special. A mission that had regained them four new pack members and had brought Deucalion a slight obsession over a powerful and snarky little Spark.

"Don't let Stiles hear you, Erica," Derek teased and Deucalion could hear the smirk in his voice.

Erica gasped indignantly. "How dare you! Stiles is the exception to the rule, obviously! Proof that not all FBI agents are useless or arrogant."

There was a little whine and then the sound of a soft thump as though she had collapsed onto the couch. "I miss my Batman. Deuc, can we go and track him down after this? Pretty please?"

Silence befell the room and Deucalion couldn't help but frown. He was well-aware of the fact that Boyd and Erica kept regular contact with the Spark, texts near daily and phone-calls about once a week or so, allowing Deucalion to also hear the boy's voice.

But it had been three years since they'd left Beacon Hills. They had returned some months later, after Erica, Boyd and Peter had become Alphas, because… because Stiles had called them. Told them that he was dying, that he wanted to see them. Deucalion's pack had returned, together, all of them fond of and concerned for the young Spark. He had been dying, but not of the thing he'd thought. A possession. And they had done their best to help break it. They stayed in Beacon Hills for a couple of weeks, perhaps the first time in Deucalion's life that their pack took time off from missions, so they could help save Stiles' life.

Two years had passed since then and they hadn't seen the Spark since. The final year of high school kept Stiles occupied and Deucalion had not wanted to return to him before the boy was off-age, his wolf had growled and snarled and lashed out at the threat to the boy's life. Fascination had grown into more. Deucalion's wolf had chosen the Spark as its mate. But Deucalion knew he could not approach the sheriff's son while he was still underage and still in high school.

And then Stiles had taken off to Quantico, as soon as he had graduated, much to everyone's surprise. Deucalion thought it would be a struggle to court the boy and get him to leave Beacon Hills, yet leaving he did, all on his own account. Boyd and Erica kept the pack updated on how Stiles' training was going, how time consuming it was, how exhausted he was from it. Deucalion thought it was not fitting to burden the boy with thoughts of courting.

His training had ended now though and he had been put to work for a couple weeks, hadn't he? Off age and in a stable place in life… Deucalion tilted his head, a wolfish grin spreading over his lips.

"Yes," Deucalion purred lightly. "I think it's due time we get our wayward Spark."

Peter snorted amused, Kali heaved a sigh, Marin and Derek chuckled and the four teenagers and Ennis made delighted and cheerful noises at that. He was so transparent to his pack, wasn't he? A pleased feeling filled his chest at the thought of the boy's excited voice and delightful honey and lightning scent. Yes, after this mission, he deserved a little reward.

/break\

Stiles sighed exhausted as he gathered his things from the dingy little motel he was staying at. One would think the FBI could spring for something less… cockroach infested. Today had been so draining, all he wanted was to curl together on the too soft mattress and sleep until the morning. Alas, he had to go and meet whatever Alpha Pack the Magic Council had assigned to his case.

He huffed in frustration and put his magic cloak – well, it was a hooded red leather jacket, but it had the function of a magic cloak – on and straightened his posture. Alpha Packs were a pain in the ass, which was a huge disappointment considering his first contact with one. Sadly, the Alpha Packs he had worked with in his function as an FBI liaison for the Magic Council had all vastly disappointed and not lived up to the high standard set by Deucalion's pack. Usually, they thought they were so much better, for being wolves and operating outside human laws. Pff.

The Magic Council had given him a time and location, a diner downtown, to meet his contacts. He was supposed to meet the Alpha and the Emissary, but in his experience, the rest of the pack would be close by, not trusting the FBI liaison. Which was part of why their relationships tended to be strained. He put on his runed charms for protection and to hide his scent; he preferred if the Alpha Packs couldn't smell that he was a Spark. In his experience, being underestimated paid off.

He left half an hour earlier than he was supposed to meet them, because he liked to survey the place, be in as much control as he could. After all, he was alone and they were a whole pack, not just of werewolves but of Alphas. Sure, technically they were on the same side, but he didn't know these people and he wasn't fool enough to trust blindly. Not anymore.

At the diner, he ordered a strawberry milkshake and a burger with curly fries, for nostalgia's sake. It had been over a year now since he last got to try and take greasy food away from his dad. Sure, he bribed Jordan into keeping an eye on his dad's diet, but the poor deputy could only do so much before his dad pulled the 'I'm the sheriff and your boss, damn it' card. He kept the hood of his jacket pulled into his face and dipped his fries into the milkshake, watching the people who entered.

He heard the soft tap-tap-tap of the walking cane before he looked up from his burger. The sound had effectively conditioned him into feeling thrilled and excited, some three years ago, and he found himself frustrated that it still had that Pavlovian effect. He fully expected a charming smile and handsome Alpha, a hot British accent using some cute pet name that made him feel all warm.

And exactly that expectation was what made the reality feel all the more bizarre, because… that actually was Deucalion Blackwood, walking into the diner with Marin at his side. Stiles stared and blinked, wondering if he had nodded off. He had barely slept the past few days. His gut twisted at the other possibility, that his mind was playing tricks on him. He started pressing his thumbs against the pads of his fingers, slowly counting them all. Ten fingers. Not a dream. Not a trick of his mind.

Marin was turned toward Deucalion with a smile, talking to him. Making them look like just two friends coming to a diner to eat. But an Alpha and an Emissary, just when Stiles was supposed to meet an Alpha and an Emissary here…? There was no way this was a coincident. His heart leaped into his throat as he jumped up the moment they stepped in.

People on tables across the diner froze and then turned toward him, telling him that their pack had been here even earlier than Stiles and were now ready to defend their Alpha and Emissary. So Stiles was quick to push the hood off his head, running his fingers through his hair in the process.

"Marin! Deuc!" Stiles exclaimed loudly and excitedly.

His mentor's head turned to him, wide eyes, surprise turning into delight as she recognized him. Would… Would Deuc even recognize him? He should take his runed charms off, just maybe Deuc would recognize his scent, even though it had been two years since they saw each other-

"Stiles, darling boy, what are you doing here?"

Stiles' heart stopped beating at that, his cheeks turning furiously red. Oh. The Alpha of Alphas had recognized him by his voice alone? He didn't know what to do with that, or with the way it made him feel. Before he had a chance to answer did he get tackled by two redheads and a blonde.

"Batman!" Erica yelped into his ear. "Ah, I can't believe you're here. We were just talking about going to track you down so I can see you again, after this mission."

She nuzzled his neck, rubbing her face against his, her hands down his arms and back, scent-marking him very thoroughly like she wanted to put a 'back off, mine' claim on him. Very typically Erica. Stiles grinned and scent-marked her back, basking in her attention and that of the twins.

"Why don't you smell?" Ethan growled into his other ear, sniffing him.

"Magic. I prefer not to broadcast my status as a Spark when meeting foreign packs."

"I don't like that," Aiden glowered, rubbing his hand down Stiles' spine. "Feels wrong."

Well, he guessed that his own lack of scent may factor into why he was being scent-marked so thoroughly. The wolves were trying to compensate. Smiling amused, Stiles removed his scent-dampening charm, causing all wolves around him to relax significantly.

"Are the three of you done yet? There are more of us who'd like a chance to scent-mark our favorite Spark," Peter asked pointedly, both eyebrows raised. "Hello, Stiles."

Aiden, Ethan and Erica reluctantly let go of him, taking seats at Stiles' booth. Stiles grinned and eagerly wrapped his arms around the two Hales, pulling Peter and Derek in as close as he could, while Boyd came up to hug him from behind and nuzzle his face into the back of Stiles' neck.

"Hey, Zombiewolf, looking good for a dead man," Stiles grinned, rubbing his cheek against Peter's.

Once the three wolves were satisfied did Stiles find himself in a headlock by Ennis, the man ruffling his hair roughly while grinning. His mate next to him offered a smile when she ran a hand down Stiles' arm. Kali had never been as affectionate with Stiles as the rest of the pack, but she still did have the need to scent-mark him all the same.

It was only when Deucalion cleared his throat that the wolves stepped away from Stiles fully and oh, right. The Alpha of Alphas maybe wasn't that fond of his pack scent-marking a non-pack person like that. A small, strained smile spread over Stiles' lips. Sure, they'd come back to help save his life during the Nogitsune, but that had been two years ago too. For most of them, what was he really. Marin's former pupil, Boyd, Erica and Derek's former pack mate, Aiden and Ethan's former class-mate. Former, former, former. And he had never been quite anything to Deucalion himself.

"Darling," Deucalion smiled and reached out for him.

Stiles stepped up, to be within reach, and waited with bated breath. The Alpha's hand patted at his shoulder and from there, slowly wandered up, brushing with much deliberation over the span of Stiles' neck until he could cup Stiles' cheek. His thumb brushed gently over Stiles' moles like the Alpha was mapping them out. Stiles couldn't help but nuzzle into the touch. When the hand left his cheek, it wandered around Stiles' neck, squeezing the back of his neck and using that touch to draw Stiles into the man's chest. Stiles' heart stuttered just a little as he found himself engulfed by the Alpha's strong arms, surrounded by his scent, hugged close and tight.

"Hey, Demon Wolf," Stiles whispered, voice breaking a little.

The hand on his neck slipped down Stiles' spine, so very slow and firm, and then wandered back up underneath Stiles' jacket, to get closer, to press more scent into Stiles, where the leather jacket would have kept most of it. A shudder went up and down Stiles' spine at just how impossibly possessive the gesture was. Deucalion's hand rested between Stiles' shoulder-blades, just as the man's other hand came to rest low on Stiles' lower back, pushing him closer into the Alpha. It should be weird or awkward, to be hugged so intimately by his old crush – on whom he, evidently, still had a crush – but it just felt… good. Tension drained from him as he practically melted in the Alpha's arms, feeling safer and warmer than he had in too many months. His eyelids fluttered shut and he tucked his head under Deucalion's chin, leaning against the wolf with his full weight.

"This is getting awkward," Aiden commented dryly. "People are staring."

"The lady behind the counter has a very nasty glare on her face," Boyd added amused.

"Fairly sure she thinks you guys are gonna fuck on the table," Erica snickered.

Kali smacked her lightly to reprimand her, but her words were enough to have Stiles jolt out of Deuc's arms, a bright blush on his cheeks. To his surprise did Deucalion not look embarrassed, he just glared into the general direction of Erica. Stiles blinked, feeling too hazy from that hug to really comprehend what was happening. Slowly, he sat down in front of his by now probably cold burger, squishing Peter, Erica and Boyd together. Not that there was much squishing happening, Erica just happily climbed into her mate's lap. The twins sat opposite them and were now joined by Deucalion, so the Alpha of Alpha sat opposite Stiles. Kali, Ennis, Marin and Derek took the table right next to the booth, easily pulling it and its corresponding chairs close against the booth's table.

"It's very good to see you again, Stiles," Marin smiled at Stiles, sitting next to Deucalion.

Stiles grinned brightly at his former mentor, even while he brushed his leg against Derek's next to him. He'd missed the Sourwolf. They'd saved each other's lives so often in the past, there was a certain sense of safety and protection that he associated with Derek.

"So you're our contact with the FBI this time around?" Ennis asked with a grunt. "Finally, they assign us someone competent and bearable."

"I could say the same," Stiles huffed, stuffing three curly fries into his mouth. "The last Alpha Pack I worked with was so incompetent, I'm still amazed everyone got out of that alive and the Alpha Pack I worked with before them… Yeah, let's say not all are stellar model Alphas like you guys."

He cleared his throat and reached for his milkshake, feeling tense and wired now that his thoughts had drifted into that direction. Something must have given in his scent, because the wolves around him tensed. Urgh. He wasn't used to being around people who worried about him, much less wolves who worried about him and could tell when something was up based on scent.

"Sweet boy, I need you to explain what that means," Deucalion's voice was tight as he spoke.

He reached out over the table, feeling for Stiles' hand, until he found it. Stiles' grip on his milkshake tightened as he stared at their hands, joined together like that. Looking very possessive on the Alpha's front once again, like Stiles was something precious to be held into.

"Oh, they were very disorganized and they didn't appreciate taking advise from a 'newbie', much less an FBI agent. Things exploded, hence the near death," Stiles said casually.

"The other one," Deucalion growled in warning. "The pack you cut yourself off about."

Stiles sighed agitated and leaned his head back against the booth. "It wasn't anything to write home about. The Pack Alpha was just a little… let's say too handsy."

The growling around him actually made him jump a little, the grip Deucalion had on his hand tightening some. "What does 'handsy' mean, dearest?"

Rolling his eyes, Stiles sank down lower in his seat. "Sparks are rare and I'm powerful, even by Spark standards. Some Alphas get it in their head that they want to have me. Not necessarily in a 'life partner' sense and more in a 'prized possession' sense. And while I'm not against hook-ups, I am against being treated like an object to be owned."

There was that growling again and the entire diner was now shooting them pointed looks. Stiles sank even lower in his seat, ducking his head in embarrassment. Deucalion's thumb was running gentle circles over the back of Stiles' hand, not letting go. The look on his face was hard, a little fang showing and there was even a flash of red peeking from behind the black sunglasses.

"I'll need you to provide me with a name, sweetheart."

Before Stiles could roll his eyes again did Erica wrap her arms around him. "Yeah, no, Deuc's right. Tell me who to sink my claws into. Non-negotiable, there will be blood."

It would never stop startling Stiles to see her and Boyd flash their eyes Alpha red, especially not when they were doing so because they felt protective of Stiles. A small smile played on his lips as he flashed his own eyes back at them, letting his magic burn bright in his eyes.

"I don't know how willing you are to track the Harlow Pack down in Alaska," Stiles offered, tilting his head. "After letting Michael know what I thought about his hands on places they had no right to be, I reported him to the council. He's been… transferred."

His hand was lifted off the table by a clearly pleased and amused Deucalion, who placed a gentle kiss on his knuckles. "You're too merciful, darling. We'll make sure to pay him a visit for you."

"Should have never befriended a bunch of murder wolves," Stiles muttered beneath his breath, unable to keep the fondness out of his voice. "Believe me, I know how to retaliate with my magic without killing and still leave a… lasting impression."

"Oh, I do not doubt you," Deucalion's voice dropped into a purr. "You are a vicious little thing and I delight in it. Still, my wolf would feel more at ease if I were to tear the heart out of the man who felt entitled to you and treated you with less than the respect you deserve."

An impossible warmth overcame Stiles and though he had dealt with the problem accordingly (and maybe a little more cruel than had strictly been necessary), it pleased him to have the Demon Wolf so ready to defend his honor and, by the looks of it, Deuc's pack in a solid line behind him.

Stiles cleared his throat and put his milkshake down. "Let's talks business, shall we?"

/break\

The case that had brought Stiles back into Deucalion's life was a duo of rogue hunters, who had indiscriminately killed supernatural beings throughout five states and looked, to humans, like a pair of regular serial killers, which was what had brought the FBI into it. Stiles shared with them everything the FBI had gathered so far, additionally to the Spark's own excessive research.

Deucalion's wolf had purred at just how thorough his chosen mate was. He'd known of Stiles' well-thought out research, but to meet it in a professional capacity made every other liaison he'd had to work with look incompetent and bland in comparison.

Kali was the one to rip the throat out of the last of the two hunters, blood still dripping from her claws by the sound of it as she stepped up to her mate. Deucalion wrinkled his nose at the pheromones the mated pair gave off, the desire and want radiating off Ennis as he pulled Kali into a very sound and, judging by the gagging noises the twins made, very graphic kiss. Things Deucalion was glad he didn't have to see, because the teenagers had, on multiple occasions, complained about the utter lack of decency between Kali and Ennis.

"…Those two should go and take a room and, good gods stop making out on top of the body," Stiles' voice rose the longer the sentence went on. "You. Are. Dis-gus-ting!"

Erica cackled, much closer now. Judging by everything, Deucalion would bet she was draping herself all over Stiles. After Deucalion himself, she was the one to scent-mark their Spark most thoroughly, the two had a close bond. After the past two weeks of working together so closely, the entire pack had dosed Stiles sufficiently in their scent, indistinguishable from the way the Blackwood Pack smelt among each other. Stiles smelt like pack by now.

"Leave them be, you are just jealous," Peter teased, a knowing note to his voice.

Deucalion refrained from growling. His old friend loved to bait him and had taken to doing so for these past two weeks with abandon. Pushing Stiles toward him while continuously nudging the Spark about his love life, past and present. Thankfully, there was no present.

"Why, Peter, are you propositioning me?" Stiles countered, voice cheeky.

This time, Deucalion did not refrain from growling. The light, teasing atmosphere came to a sudden halt. Someone cleared their throat and the scent of heated arousal from Ennis and Kali died down as they felt and heard their Alpha's agitation.

"Relax, Demon Wolf," Stiles' smile was evident in his voice. "I'm just teasing him. Wouldn't be hitting on someone else while an Alpha's courting me, that seems… rude."

Deucalion tensed and turned toward his Spark, making Stiles laugh. "You… are aware of that?"

"What, you thought I didn't notice? All the food deliveries to my motel room that I didn't order but were already paid for? The little gifts you so subtly have been giving me in the past two weeks that you were trying to pass off as useful for the case? Don't insult my intelligence, Deuc."

That made the Alpha wince. "I would never, dearest. I simply… I meant to be subtle in it, to build up and properly ask to court you once this case wraps up."

Stiles hummed and stepped closer, until Deucalion could feel his body heat nearly press against him. "You weren't as subtle as you thought, Demon Wolf. But the case is over. So, ask me."

Deucalion's heart jumped in delighted excitement and he wrapped his arms around Stiles' waist, pulling the Spark flush against himself. "Spark Stilinski, will you allow me the honor to court you?"

He could feel Stiles' breath puff against his cheek, hear the boy's own heart race in his chest. "I accept your courting, Alpha Blackwood. Now kiss me, will you?"

He could hear most of his pack cheering when he finally laid his lips on Stiles' for the first time, claiming the boy, tasting him and drawing him in as close as he could.

"Calling us out for making out over a corpse but they do something as profound as a courting acceptance next to it," Ennis muttered beneath his breath.

"Speaking of the corpse," Boyd cleared his throat awkwardly. "I think we should leave before Stiles' team comes in for the clean-up."

Stiles pushed off Deucalion, much to the Alpha's dismay. "Ri—ight. Good plan. Okay. I'll take care of this mess, debrief my team… do paperwork… and then I'll come and find you guys."

"Find us?" Derek asked, sounding curious.

"Yeah," Stiles' voice was brimming with mischief. "I told you, no other Alpha Pack's ever measured up to you. You're not getting rid of me again. And besides, Deuc's gonna have a harder time courting me if we're always states apart."

Deucalion growled pleased and drew his Spark in close for another kiss. "You take care of everything you need, Marin and I will draw up the paperwork for a permanent liaison, sweetheart."

Stiles relaxed in his arms, showing that despite his sure words, there had been some anxiety about being rejected. Never. Deucalion captured his lips in one more reassuring kiss.

/break\

Stiles was quick to gather his things from his motel room – not that he had unpacked much, but all the little courting gifts he'd gotten from Deuc in the past two weeks were littering his room – stuffing it all into his suitcase before rushing out of the room. He was giddy to get to his pack.

A broad smile spread over his lips when he found the Blackwood Pack waiting for him in the parking lot, Derek and Erica leaning against the Camaro, with Peter and Boyd already inside. Ennis was leaning against his pick-up truck with his arms crossed and a grin on his lips, Marin and Kali sitting in the car. The twins were sitting on their bikes. Stiles frowned, but then his face brightened when he spotted Deucalion, standing next to Stiles' Jeep.

"I can't believe you still drive this death-trap, Stiles," Peter commented dryly.

"Yeah. Try not killing our Alpha," Ennis requested with a chuckle. "I'd like to take a look at that thing though. According to Boyd and Erica, it is held together by 'duct-tape and dreams'."

"And magic," Stiles added cheerfully. "So, no need to worry too much. My magic's making this baby ten times safer than any of your cars and a hundred times safer than the bikes."

"We will have to talk about that," Marin stuck her head out of the car window.

Stiles grinned at her and gave a little salute. "I'm a little tuckered out in the magic department after this mission, but once we make a rest stop somewhere and I got a couple hours of sleep in, I am more than happy to share all my protection runes with you and apply them to all vehicles."

"How tired are you, darling?" Deucalion frowned and stepped up to him. "We don't have to leave right away, we can return to our hotel and stay a few additional nights."

"Nah. I'm good to drive a few hours," Stiles shrugged. "Honestly, I want to get the hell out of this town. It gives me the creeps. Reminds me too much of Beacon Hills."

Stiles met Deucalion half-way and took the Alpha's hand to let him know. The wolf reached out for him to pull Stiles into a slow, soft kiss, until the Spark practically melted against him. They only broke their kiss when Ennis honked before driving off, followed by the others.

"So," Stiles' voice was a little breathy. "Where are we going?"

"Why," Deucalion's smile was deadly, a promise of murder. "Alaska, of course."

~*~ The End ~*~

Author's note: Heeey, guys, what's up *cradling Peter, Derek, Boyd and Erica close to my chest* Funny thing is, I fully could not let go of these, dunno how that happened, even for a Stalion fic. They're part of the Alpha Pack now