Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or any of it's characters. If I did, Sterek would be canon.
A/N: The BHPD are told the truth about Beacon Hills, the Pack gain unlikely allies, and Stiles shares a secret.
The Hale Pack: Showdown
Gerard looked thoughtful, whilst the other hunters either looked confused or shocked. "Do we have a deal?" Peter asked with a grin, already knowing the answer.
"Deal."
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Derek stood quietly in the animal clinic, it was difficult to be in there, while Tammy's parents sobbed over her lifeless body. They had been confused and angry when Derek told them about the supernatural and what Tammy was. He didn't tell them that she was the one killing people, but they figured that out for themselves when he mentioned that Tammy was being controlled. They tearfully told Derek that they had noticed that Tammy wasn't herself, but they wrote it off to teenage drama. Derek knew that they'd regret that for the rest of their lives.
Derek stared at the ground, trying to block out the loving words Tammy's mother was whispering. "-and I love you sweetie. Never forget that." A loud gasp sounded, followed by a high pitched scream. Derek looked up and saw Tammy sat up on the table, gasping for breath. Gone were the scales and reptilian eyes, now replaced with werewolf ridges and glowing blue eyes.
"T-tammy? Sweetie?" Tammy's father called out and the girl shifted back to human and scampered off of the metal table, away from the couple.
"D-dad? Mum?" Tammy whimpered, "N-no you can't be here, you can't be!" She cried out with a sob. "You can't be here, you can't know. You can't know what I've done!"
"Sweetheart. That wasn't your fault!" Her mother assured, stepping closer to her daughter.
"But I did it! I killed people! I couldn't stop it! I tried and tried, but I couldn't. I-if you knew what I've done, you wouldn- If you could see what he made of me!" Tammy broke down, her body shook as she sobbed. Her knees gave in from under her and she fell to the floor. Her parents didn't hesitate to rush over and wrap her up in their arms. Whispering reassurance.
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"So what's going to happen to her?" Scott asked once Derek had finished Informing his Pack of what happened to Tammy. "Is she joining the pack?"
"No. I offered, but her parents, understandably, want to get her away from Beacon Hills and everything that happened." Derek explained, to the packs disappointment. "But they understand that she needs a pack, so once the school year is over, they'll be moving her to south America. There's a pack there that I know and trust. Once they're settled I'm, I'll go down and introduce them, and explain to the pack why her eyes are blue, and why it's not her fault."
"Why are her eyes blue?" Erica asked curiously. "I mean, I know that your eyes used to be blue too, but I thought that it was because you were born a wolf, but Tammy wasn't."
"No, I'll tell you why, but I need all of you to let me explain before you react. Okay?" The teenagers immediately agreed, and Derek took a deep breath. "Okay, for werewolves, blue eyes are the sign of a killer. That's why Tammy's eyes are blue, because she killed innocent people, even though she wasn't in control, they died at her hands. When I was younger, my eyes were the same as yours, but when I was fifteen, I met a girl. Her name was Paige and I fell for her. We dated for a while, but I was worried about having to tell her what I am, and how she'd react. I spoke to Peter about it and he convinced me that the only way I could stay with her was if she was like us. I was young and stupid and I believed him. He contacted an alpha named Ennis and convinced him to turn Paige. At the last second, I changed my mind, and I tried to stop him, but it was too late, Ennis had bitten her." Derek's eyes were clenched shut, his hands balled into fists, and pain evident in his voice. "But she didn't turn, her body rejected the bite. She was in so much pain, I-I couldn't stop it. And she begged me to. She begged me to make it stop. I-I had to. So I told her that I'm sorry, and I'll never forget her. Then I kissed her. Then I killed her. She was an innocent, and I killed her, so my eyes turned blue." Derek refused to look up at his pack, afraid that he'd see hatred in their eyes. Within seconds, a pair of arms wrapped around him, followed by another pair, and another, and another. Derek opened his eyes to find his pack embracing him, some with tears rolling down their cheeks.
"Wai- what?"
Lydia scoffed, the sound muffled due to her head being pressed to Derek's shoulder. "What? Did you think we'd hate you or something?"
"If you'd killed her in cold blood, then we'd be wary of you," Erica stated softly. "But you didn't, I don't need super senses to know that."
"I don't know what I'd do without you guys."
"Well, don't worry, cause you'll never have to find out." Stiles assured.
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The next day was rather hectic. Everyone who worked at the station had a lot of questions about what exactly happened, rightly so. As the event was too big to cover up, the Sheriff called a staff meeting and informed everyone of the supernatural. After being shown proof, courtesy of the Hale Pack, the police of Beacon Hills accepted it. Of course, they were shocked and slightly scared, but they didn't find it that hard to believe, as they had all seen impossible things in that town.
John was glad that his deputies were aware of the supernatural, so that they could properly defend themselves and the citizens of their town. Chris had volunteered to give them all specialist training, supply suitable weaponry and supplied John with the numbers of people who specialised in anti-supernatural weaponry.
They had all been informed that the Hale Pack was strictly off limits, and there were no complaints against that. There were a few questions about Tammy, as multiple deputies had seen her face that night, but after Derek stepped forward and explained why it wasn't her fault, and why it shouldn't be held against her, they understood. Well, kind of.
"That's terrible!" Tara cried in outrage. "This Matt kid forced her to kill these people against her will! And now she's forced to live out the rest of her life remembering all of it? That poor girl will probably blame herself and have nightmares for years! Juvie is too good for Matt!"
"I agree, Tara, but unfortunately we can't do anything about it." John Stilinski sighed, running a hand over his face. "The only thing we can do is not say anything about her. If we bring it up that Matt didn't physically kill anyone except Jessica, his lawyer will try to get him out in a couple of years, and lock Tammy away. We keep our mouths shut, kids in juvie till he's 18, then jail for life. If anyone has a problem with that, speak up now."
"No way!" A male deputy called out. "It wasn't her fault, the way I see it, she was just the weapon, Daehler is the one who pulled the trigger. You don't blame the gun, you blame the person aiming it." There was a chorus of agreement and John smiled, he chose the right people for this job.
"Right, starting tomorrow, your new training will begin. Mr Argent," The sheriff gestured to Chris who stood stoically. "is a professional supernatural hunter. He will be teaching everyone how to fight against different supernatural creatures. You will then practice fighting against the pack." John gestured to Allison next. "Allison here will be teaching you all how to shoot a bow and arrow. Now you're probably thinking 'Why do we need to learn that when we have guns?' Well, many supernatural creatures have advanced healing, and can heal from many injuries in seconds. But, with an arrow, they can't heal until it's taken out." He made a 'come here' gesture to Stiles and Lydia, who moved to stand next to him. "Lydia will be showing you how to use mountain ash." Lydia opened her hand to reveal a small pile of mountain ash. "Now, mountain ash blocks supernatural energy, no supernatural creature can escape it. However, you have to believe that it will work, and it has to be a complete circle, trapping the creature. All you need is a handful and you can protect a whole building if you want to, or just trap one creature. Lydia, if you could demonstrate." Lydia threw the ash into the air, and the deputies were all surprised when it landed in a perfect circle around Stiles. They were even more surprised when Stiles pressed his hand against the air and a blue shield appeared. When he pulled his hand back, it disappeared.
"As you can see, I'm completely trapped." Stiles stated, "I cannot get out of this circle. The only way I can get out is if the line is broken. Now, it can't be broken by a gust of wind of anything that simple, it needs to be broken by someone human." Lydia knelt and made a single line in the ash. "That's all it takes," Stiles stated, stepping out of the circle. "A single break in the line."
"Although, in contrast to what Stiles just said, it doesn't have to be a human to set and break the mountain ash." Lydia stated, sending the lanky boy a pointed look. "See, I'm what's known as a banshee, and I was able to handle it just fine. Whereas other supernatural creatures can't even touch the stuff. Not even in human form."
"But that's because banshee's are omens of death!" Stiles argued. "They don't actually hurt anyone. Before you, I doubt anyone has needed protection from a banshee." He then turned to face the deputies. "I'm serious, do not threaten or say anything bad about our pack in front of her! She will kick your ass, then call Allison and Erica to do the same. Once they're done, you'll be terrified to ever open your mouth again, and they won't have even broken a nail."
"Okay Stiles, enough scaring the deputies." Derek rolled his eyes, walking forward.
"I was just being honest." Stiles chuckled, walking back to the rest of the pack, pausing to give Derek a peck on the lips.
"Okay, so, back to werewolves." Derek announced, ignoring the shocked looks, flickering from him and Stiles to the sheriff. Half of the deputies were expecting to see John shoot Derek, but the man didn't even blink. "Unlike the rest of my pack, I was born a werewolf. Almost all of my family were werewolves. The rest of my pack were bitten. Now apart from better control in most born wolves, it's difficult to tell the difference. But you can tell what rank they are by their eyes." Derek closed his eyes for a moment and when he opened them, they were glowing red. "My eyes are red, because I'm an alpha, meaning I am the leader of this pack." He gestured to the pack, all of his beta's had their eyes glowing, Allison, Lydia and Danny all looked bitter that they didn't have glowing eyes at the moment. "Their eyes are amber because they are beta's, but omega's also have amber eyes. An omega is a lone wolf, you can recognise them as being rabid. In human form, they often look unkempt and ragged and they're often confused for being homeless, then again most of them actually are. They are dangerous, driven to insanity without a pack." He blinked and his eyes were normal again. "Blue eyes are what you need to look out for. A werewolf with blue eyes is a killer, however, we have learnt that it's not always as straightforward as that. Tammy has blue eyes, she might not have been in control, but she has killed people. Even though it wasn't her fault. So if you come across a werewolf, of any eye colour, I ask that you try to trap it, rather than kill."
"So, they were all bitten? Did one turn then bite the others, or..?"
"No. Only an Alpha can turn people." Derek stated. "However, I didn't turn them all. I turned Erica, Isaac and Boyd, after telling them everything and asking their permission." Derek explained. "An alpha doesn't have to ask permission to turn someone, but most prefer to. The bite is dangerous, it can either turn or kill. Teenagers are more likely to survive. Which is why Peter, the previous alpha, targeted Scott and Stiles the night that my sister died. He also bit Jackson before he died. He turned all three of them against their will." The deputies all looked horrified, Tara especially. "Most in this situation, try to fight the change, making it more difficult for them to control it. This means that they are more likely to become out of control. The bite can either turn a person, or kill them. The only exception we know to this rule is Lydia. That night when he killed Kate Argent, Peter attacked and bit Lydia and awoke her Banshee abilities. Peter was the one who bit Tammy, but rather than turning into a werewolf, she became the Kanima as sometimes the form you take is a reflection of the person you are." Derek explained, then stepped back and the sheriff took over again.
"I trust that all of you know of Peter Hale, whom Derek was referring to?" when everyone nodded, he continued. "There's no easy way to say this, so I'm just going to say it: He is alive again." All of the deputies started talking at once and Stilinski held his hand up to silence them. "I understand that you are all upset, I am too, but this is no time to argue. Peter Hale is dangerous, he was able to bring himself back to life, for crying out loud! He is too dangerous to live, but if we kill him again, he'll probably just bring himself back. Our best option is to capture him, keep him confined until we can find a way to keep him from coming back. Now, we're not sure how to do this yet, so any suggestion would be greatly appreciated. So tonight, I'd like you all to put some thought into it."
"We have another issue." Chris spoke up, moving to stand next to John. "Gerard Argent. He's a ruthless hunter, unlike myself, he doesn't follow any code of conduct, he will not hesitate to kill any supernatural creature he comes across. The only reason he hasn't killed any of the pack, is because he knows that if he does, Derek won't give him what he wants."
"And what does he want?" A deputy asked.
"To become a werewolf." John stated. "Gerard is dying of cancer. Terminal, and he's not ready to die just yet."
"You're right." A voice called from the back of the room, near the entrance to the station. Everyone looked to see around fifteen men dressed in all black. "And he's teamed up with Peter Hale to get what he wants." The man at the front spoke again.
"How do you know this, Merrick?" Chris demanded.
"Because I was there when they made the deal." The hunter, Merrick, told Chris, a hint of shame in his voice. "So were Barakat, Dawson and Gaskarth. The others just agreed with our decision."
"And what decision would that be?" John asked suspiciously.
"To stop working for Gerard, we thought that he knew best, but he was just manipulating us." Another hunter named Gaskarth stated. "None of us are ready to just join ranks with werewolves, like Chris is, but we're willing to fight alongside them, to stop Gerard. We swear that we won't harm any of them"
"We'll tell you everything that we know. All we ask for in return is to be allowed to leave when it's over. Not just town, but the Argents. You'll never hear from us again, and you'll never hear of us killing innocent creatures." The first hunter spoke again.
"Alright." John agreed. "But if you give us false information, or break your promise, there's nowhere on earth that you'll be able to hide. Understood?"
"Completely."
"Great." John smiled. "Why don't you come up here and tell us what you know."
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"What a day!" Stiles groaned as he flopped onto his bed that night. Derek chuckled as he removed his shirt.
"Tired?"
"So tired!" Stiles grumbled, holding his arms out. "Come cuddle me!" Derek chuckled again and walked over to the bed. "You're moving too slow!" Stiles had barely finished his sentence, when he was maneuvered onto his side, a pair of strong, familiar arms wrapped around his waist, and familiar chest pressed against his back.
"Better?" Derek teased in a hushed tone, lips brushing the back of Stiles' neck.
"Much." Stiles grinned and turned his head to face Derek then gave his mate a soft kiss. They pulled away a few seconds later, and Stiles let out a content hum. "So, how does it feel to have all of the deputies fighting over who gets to be your partner?"
"Scary, I really thought that Posey was gonna shoot O'brien for a second."
Stiles laughed. "No way, their bromance is too strong!" Stiles shook his head. "O'brien might have shot Sharman, though."
"Probably." Derek agreed. "Your hair's getting longer."
"Yup, I'm growing it out."
"Do you want to? Or is it just because I asked?"
"I want to, Der. Don't worry."
Derek smiled and peppered kisses across Stiles' neck. "Alright then." He paused when he reached the faded bite mark on Stiles left shoulder. Derek had a similar mark on his own shoulder. The pair had created the marks when completing the mating bond, and they haven't faded completely, but if the lore Derek heard growing up is true, they never will. Derek pressed a soft kiss to Stiles' mark, smiling as his mate let out a soft moan. "Is it sensitive?"
"Only when you touch it." Stiles smiled. "But you already knew that." Derek didn't say anything, instead, he placed another kiss to Stiles' mark, then nipped at it lightly. "Fuckin' tease."
"What did you see?" Derek asked softly, and Stiles' immediately turned tense. "In your hallucination, what did you see?"
"It doesn't matter."
"It does to me."
"Derek." Stiles growled. "Drop it." He clenched his eyes shut, trying to force away the memory that was trying to claw its way to the surface.
*Flashback*
Ten year old Stiles Stilinski carefully walked across the roof of Beacon Hills hospital, towards the brunette woman in a hospital gown, who was standing on the edge of the building. "Mummy?"
"Don't call me that!" The emaciated woman sneered, spinning around to face him. "You don't deserve to call me that, you monster! You're trying to kill me!" Claudia Stilinski screamed, her hair hung in ropes, deep circles were set under her eyes, her cheeks hollow and bruised. Her limbs were deathly pale and looked like bones.
"I'm not mummy, I promise!" Stiles cried, tears rolling down his face.
"Yes you are! You come to see me every day just to taunt me! Prove that you're winning! And when you're done with me you'll go after my husband!" She screamed, taking a step backwards, so that the heels of her feet were hanging off of the edge. "How is he supposed to deal with you on his own? How is he supposed to handle this hyperactive little bastard, who keeps ruining our lives?!" Stiles' little body shook as tears poured down his face. "Don't even pretend to care! You've won! You've killed me, Stiles, now you'll kill him." With that, Claudia leant backwards and disappeared from Stiles' sight, the boy screaming as he fell to his knees.
*End Flashback*
Stiles was crying in Derek's arms when John ran in. "What happened?" He demanded to know as he climbed onto the bed.
"I-I don't know. I asked him about his hallucination and he just broke down."
"It-it wasn't just a hallucination, it w-w-was based off of a mem-ry." Stiles sobbed, then explained his hallucination, then told them the memory that triggered it. John and Derek listened in horror, tears flooding both of their eyes. "I-I killed mum!" Stiles cried, finishing his story.
"No, you didn't!" John insisted immediately, he grabbed his son's chin and for him to look him in the eye. "You. Did. Not. Kill. Claudia. You hear me? She had a disease!" John insisted with tears spilling from his eyes. "What that disease made her say and do isn't your fault!" John pulled his son to his chest, whispering "It's not your fault." Over and over again as Derek quietly stood and slipped out of the room.
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Sunday was devoted to training. Derek wanted his pack prepared for the next attack, especially now that they knew that Peter and Gerard were working together. So the hunters that weren't working for Gerard were helping out and learning to fight with the pack, rather than against them. Although Derek and Stiles were apprehensive about allowing the hunters to know where they trained. Once they knew where it was, they'd be able to find it whenever they wanted to, at least until Deaton gathered the necessary ingredients to reinforce the warding.
"Then blindfold us." One hunter, Barakat, suggested.
"Kinky!" Erica commented from the backseat of Allison's car, winking at the hunter who had made the suggestion.
"Hunters are trained to memorise routes." Derek stated with his arms folded over his chest, electing to ignore his Beta. "Even if you can't see the way, you're taught to memorise turns, distances, land textures and elevations."
"Then fuckin' carry us if you have to." Gaskarth sighed in annoyance. "I don't see any other options here! You, understandably, don't want to train at any of our facilities, but we need to train together if we want to stand a chance."
"You don't trust us. Fine. We don't trust you either, but we all trust Chris." Dawson spoke up next. "And we all want Gerard and Peter gone. There's twelve of you, not counting Chris and his wife. Four are human and one is a Banshee without any supernatural strength, healing or reflexes. There are fifteen of us. Gerard has thirty men in town, Lord knows how many more he can bring in. We need each other in this. So it's up to you, we can train where you usually do, and you can use whatever means you want to get us there, or we can train somewhere else, of your choosing, or not work together at all. What's it gonna be?"
Derek and Stiles shared a look, then Stiles nodded and they both looked at the hunters again. "Gather your men into cars then follow us." Derek stated, then turned away and walked to the camaro.
"Alright," Stiles began, glaring at the hunters. "We're trusting Chris' judgement on this, but I swear to God, whether it's tomorrow or in twenty years, if you ever hurt anyone of them, I will find you and I will pay you back for everything that you did, with interest. Be it my dad, Derek, Melissa, any one of my pups- actually, anyone in this town. Unless they have been killing, at their own free will, with evidence. If that happens, you must contact us before you come to town or make any move to harm them. Otherwise, you won't live long enough to brag to your buddies over a beer. Understood?"
The hunters visibly gulped at the fire in Stiles eyes and the venom in his voice, "Got it." Merrick agreed with a nod
Then Dawson spoke up. "Damn kid, you're scarier than my mum."
Stiles simply smirked. "That's because I'm Pack mum. Now, I believe my mate asked you to gather your colleagues. We'll be waiting in the car."
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Allison smirked as she aimed her bow at a hunter, her foot on another one's throat. Lydia was just behind her, with a gun in each hand, aiming at two other hunters. A shot rang out and Allison's bow was broken. As the hunter she was aiming at moved forward, Allison threw the broken bow at him, used her right arm to grab a gun from her hip holster and aimed it at him. As she did that, she used her other hand to reach over her shoulder, put the arrow back in it's quiver then pulled the Katana from its sheath and held it out to her left in one graceful movement, just in time for the hunter that shot at her to freeze and narrowly avoids running into it.
Allison glanced around and made a mental calculation. Five with her and Lydia, three with Erica and Isaac, two with Boyd, and Stiles, Scott and Jackson had one each. That's thirteen, but no more hunters in sight. "There's two missing!" Allison called out urgently.
Immediately, Stiles subdued the hunter he held captive and dragged him over to Allison and Lydia, the others quickly followed his lead. Within minutes, the hunters were disarmed and in pairs, face to face, arms handcuffed behind their backs and their feet tied together.
"Alright, teams of two." Stiles ordered quietly, so that the hunters couldn't overhear. "Fast and strong. Alright? So: Scott and Boyd, Isaac and Jackson, Allison and Erica, Lydia, you're with me. Lydia and I will call my dad and Derek, and watch over the hunters until they arrive. Scott, Boyd, the two of you will search the grounds of the north sector, Okay?" The pair nodded in agreement. "Alright, Isaac, Jackson, south sector, grounds. Erica, Allison, I need the two of you to find a high vantage point and long range weapons, alright? Keep an eye on everything and if you see anything, howl! Or in your case Allison, tell Erica and get her to howl. Okay?"
"Quick question." Jackson stated. "What do we do if we're overpowered and they're forcing us to howl to set a trap?"
"Good thinking, Jacks." Stiles paused for a second, thoughtful. "Right, Howl twice, three seconds each. If any of you are hurt, howl as long and loud as you can. Lydia, Allison, if Erica or I are hurt and can't howl, scream. Understood?" It was a unanimous agreement and shortly after, everyone had gathered up weapons and engaged in their tasks.
Stiles pulled his phone out and dialed a familiar number. After two rings, the phone was answered. "Hey, we've got two missing hunters, the rest are all captive." He paused as the other person spoke. "Great, thanks, see you later." He hung up the phone and rang a second number. "Hey, Der, we have two missing hunters, so we need back up." He paused as Derek replied "Great, see you in a minute. Love you, bye."
"Everything sorted?"
"Yeah, don't worry about it." Stiles smiled reassuringly, then glanced around for any sign of the other two hunters. "Dad and Derek are on their way and the text should be coming through an min-" Stiles' phone cut him off, signalling a text. "-ute now."
Lydia immediately moved to look at the screen, "oh."
"Alright everyone, come back." Stiles called out
"Why are you calling them back?" A hunter asked. "There's no way you've found our men yet."
"Actually, we have." Stiles smirked. "You see, our resident techie, Danny, got his hands on these tracking devices, extremely tiny, and very difficult to see. During the fight, you each had one attached to you. Which is how we know that your men are hiding under Derek and Jacksons cars." Scott and Jackson walked into the clearing, shortly followed by Boyd and Isaac, then Erica and Allison, Derek and John arrived a few minutes later.
"Why are they face to face?" John asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Why are their feet tied together?" Derek asked, unintentionally mimicking the sheriff's expression.
"They're face to face so that they can't undo each other's handcuffs, and their feet are tied together so that if they try to stand, one of them will break the others feet." Stiles explained with a grin. "And before you ask, the last guy is hog tied because there's an uneven number of them."
"Right." John sighed. "Just, untie them."
"Do we have to?" Erica grinned, "Can't we draw on them first or something?"
"Ooh, in permanent marker!" Isaac agreed with an excited smile.
"I think that one would look good with a unibrow." Allison giggled, pointing to the hunter that shot her bow. "He owes me a new bow anyway."
"I want to give someone cat whiskers." Lydia stated, sending Merrick an evil smile.
"I wanna write 'assbutt' in big block letters on someone's forehead." Jackson smirked.
"Ooh, yes, I'll write 'Jerk' on another." Scott grinned.
"He looks like Sam." Boyd noticed, pointing to a hunter with shoulder length hair.
"He can be 'bitch' then." Erica decided.
"No." Stiles stated. "There will be no drawing on any of the hunters faces." He ordered, fixing his pups with a glare. "We need their help against Peter, Gerard and the others. I doubt that they'll want to go in public with any of those things on their faces, let alone help us. If they try to double cross us, or don't hold up their end of the deal, then you can draw on them. Until then, it's best behaviour. Understood?"
There were grumbles of agreement and Stiles smiled. "Thank you, now, if you'll all kindly untie these gentlemen, I'll go home and get dinner ready, we have guests tonight."
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"Come on in." Stiles invited politely, stepping to the side so that the man could walk in.
"Thank you, Mr Stilinski." Doctor Alan Deaton walked into the Stilinski household with a polite nod. "Although, I am unsure as to why I've been invited over for dinner."
"To discuss territory and your knowledge of the supernatural." Stiles explained as he shut the door. "And also to determine your value, whether you're worth considering to be our emissary. You may have been loyal and valuable to Talia, but you might not be to her son, we need to find out."
Deaton nodded, looking mildly impressed. "That's very wise. I can see why you are the Pack mother, rather than just simply the alpha's mate."
"I'm also Pack mum because I won't let anything or anyone harm my pups and get away with it." Stiles stated, flashing his eyes at the doctor for good measure. Deaton didn't even blink.
"I can see that, you, Stiles, are the right kind of pack mum. I believe that had you not been turned or not been Derek's mate, you'd still have taken over this role."
"I think so too." Stiles smiled at the doctor. "Now, if you'd follow me to the kitchen, dinner's almost ready."
In the kitchen, the pack worked as a well oiled unit, Derek and all of the teens helping to prepare their feast. Scott and Jackson were setting up the table, being passed plates and cutlery by Erica as she used her other hand to stir something in a pot on the stove. Next to her, Boyd was slicing a large joint of meat, occasionally reaching out to steady the pan for his mate. Close by, Lydia and Allison were serving various steamed vegetables into bowls as Derek took something out of the oven. Danny was putting boiled potatoes into bowls, and Isaac was mashing said potatoes.
"If you'd like to talk to my dad, Melissa, and Mr and Mrs Argent, they're in the living room, I need to help my pack." Stiles informed the doctor, and listened to Chris complain about having to stay in the same house as Gerard, before walking over to the oven, where Derek was.
"Hey." Stiles smiled, as he picked up a pair of tongs. "No! You can't just stab them with a fork! They'll deflate!"
"They're just popovers, Stiles." Derek rolled his eyes and Stiles gasped in outrage, then hit Derek with the tongs. "Ow! Stiles! What was that for?!"
"They are not popovers, you heathen! They are yorkshire puddings!" Stiles announced, pinching Derek's arm with the tongs for good measure.
"What's the difference?!" Derek glared in annoyance as Stiles gestured for him to move the pan to the table.
"Yorkshire puddings are softer, and are made with hot fat dripping from roasted meat! You pour it into the center of the batter, like I did earlier, then bake them. They're made to go with roast beef and gravy! Popovers use butter and are crispier. Yorkshire puddings have fluffier centers, to help absorb the juices!" Stiles explained heartily as he carefully transferred the food from the pan to the plates.
"Wow, you really know your food." Allison commented with a soft smile.
"Yup, I take it very seriously." Stiles grinned, sending a small glare to Derek. "How's that gravy coming, Erica?" He asked once he'd emptied the pan.
"Smooth, but I'm not sure if it's too watery." The blonde commented, staring at the pot with a soft frown.
"Let me see." Stiles requested, walking over to her. Erica stepped to the side, allowing Stiles to look into the pot. He stirred the gravy, then scooped some of it up with the spoon, and tasted it. "That's pretty good." He hummed with a hard to read expression on his face. "But you're right, it's slightly too watery. Could you hand me flour, beef stock, and salt, please?" The blonde did as he asked and within two minutes, Stiles was smiling at the pot. "Here, try this." He held the spoon up to Erica's lips.
"Oh my god, that's perfect!" She smiled happily.
"You did great!" Stiles told her honestly, his voice and expression filled with pride.
"No, you did. You fixed it."
"You can't fix what was never broken, it just wasn't finished yet. Give yourself the credit you deserve." Stiles smiled and patted the girl on the back, then turned to check on the rest of the Pack's progress with their assigned tasks. "Alright, is everything else ready?"
Ten minutes later, the pack and their guests sat around the table, enjoying their meal. "This is delicious." Chris complemented with an amazed look on his face. "You all made this from scratch?"
"Yup," Stiles announced proudly. "All of the ingredients are fresh from the farmers market this morning. We had to go pretty early to get the beef too, because it took eight hours to cook."
"But didn't you have training today at nine?" Victoria asked curiously.
"Yes, but I did all of the preparation beforehand and had my glamorous assistant, Danny, put it in the oven at exactly nine o'clock, and gave him detailed instructions on what to do."
"When he says detailed, he means detailed!" Danny announced. "There were four things to do, and he took up six pages describing each and every step! With hand drawn diagrams!"
"Hey, don't mock me!" Stiles cried indignantly, flicking a fork full of peas at the teen. "Take a bite of that beef, and tell me it wasn't worth it." Stiles defended waving his fork at him.
"I can't." Danny admitted in faux defeat, wiping a pea from his shoulder,
"Exactly."
"It amazes me how you can go from completely serious and mature pack mum, to immature, carefree teenager in two seconds flat." Melissa chuckled with a fond shake of her head.
"It's a gift." Stiles beamed at the woman. "As is the ability to cook beef so well.
"Alright, enough about the beef." John chuckled with an eye roll. "Although, it is good. I was worried that it'd be too raw."
"Haha!" Stiles drawled.
"Anyway," John turned to Deaton "we have business to discuss."
"Of course." Deaton nodded. "What would you like to know?"
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They didn't hear anything about or from Gerard for a couple of days, but the pack didn't let their guards down. Especially with the Lacrosse game the next night, which the entire pack would be at, as would Gerard.
Erica and Boyd were running through the woods, they'd just been on a date, and had ended up arguing over who was the faster runner. So, after dinner, they skipped the movie and opted to go straight to the car, change into the spare training clothes that they kept in there and had a race through the woods. "Hurry up slow coach!" Erica laughed over her shoulder as she weaved through tree's letting out a joy filled laugh.
The sun was starting to set and the air was nicely chilled. Erica prefered running in weather like this, she found it more relaxing. But that relaxed feeling soon went away. The blonde let out a shriek as strong and familiar arms wrapped around her waist and lifted her off of her feet. "Boyd!" She squealed. "Put me down!" She demanded with a giggle, trying to pry her mate's arms away.
"Nope." Boyd grinned. "You may be faster but I'm stronger, so I think I'm just going to carry you all night."
"No! Put me down!" Erica laughed, trying to wriggle out of Boyd's grasp. Then they heard something and they both froze, and Boyd immediately put Erica down.
"Do you hear-" Boyd was cut off by the sound of another wolf howling.
"We have to tell Derek!" Erica announced, grabbing Boyd's hand. "Come on."
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"There might not be any wolves at all." Chris stated. "Hunters sometimes use recordings of wolves howling to lure in omegas, or wolves who are unhappy with their current pack."
"That's awful!" Allison muttered in disgust.
"It is." Derek agreed. "But now we know that we aren't alone in the woods. So no going out there alone, alright?" The pack members nodded. "Alright, unless anyone has anything to add, that's all for tonight, so you can all go home and rest up for the big game tomorrow."
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Melissa cautiously walked into the boys locker room, to wish her son and his pack good luck before the Lacrosse game.
"Good morning," Coach Finstocks voice boomed out through a speaker. "In less than an hour, aircraft from here will join others from around the world. And you will be launching the largest aerial battle in the history of mankind."
Melissa looked around the room in confusion. "What?" She asked out loud in disbelief, but none of the players seemed fazed. She noticed Stiles and walked over to him.
"'Mankind.' That word should have new meaning for all of us today. We can't be-"
Melissa hit Stiles on the shoulder, gaining his attention "What the hell is he talking about?" She asked as Coach continued the speech.
"He does this every year." Stiles sighed, shaking his head slightly.
"Seriously?"
"Yeah."
"-We are fighting for our right to live." The rest of the team burst into cheers.
"Wait." Melissa began as realisation dawned on her, "Is this-?"
"Yeah, it's the speech from Independence Day." Stiles confirmed.
"-but as the day the world declared in one voice:-"
"It's Coach's favourite movie." Stiles explained.
"'We will not go quietly into the night!'"
"He doesn't know any sports speeches?" Melissa asked, raising an eyebrow because, surely, there were better speeches out there to motivate a high school lacrosse team with.
"I don't think he cares." Stiles replied honestly
"Today we celebrate our Independence Day!" Melissa shook her head as the team burst into cheers and applause. But it quickly died down when Gerard stepped into view.
"Well spoken Coach. I might have chosen something with a little more historical value, but there's no denying your passion." Boyd, Isaac and Danny crept closer to Stiles as Gerard spoke "And while I haven't been here long, there's no denying my pride in having a winning team for this school. I know you'll all be brilliant tonight, even with only one co-captain leading you." Over on a bench, Scott's head shot up and he stared at Gerard in shock and suspicion. "Now, I am your principal, but I am also a fan, so don't think I'll just be content for you to merely beat this team. Get out there and murder them!"
"You heard the man!" Coach yelled as Gerard walked away. "Asses on the field!"
"Coach!" Scott yelled, running over to the man. "Are you benching me?"
"It's not my decision." Coach stated solemnly.
"But I have to play!"
"McCall, you're failing three classes and you haven't made them up, like you did for the dance. 'Academics come first'." Coach Finstock stated, somewhat mockingly, with a frown. "Principal's orders."
"Coach. You don't get it, you have to let me play!"
"McCall, not tonight." Coach shook his head sadly. "Tonight, you're on the bench."
Scott sighed and turned to see his mum and pack mates were the only ones left in the room, looking at him sadly.
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"Stilinski, put on your helmet and get out there!" Coach demanded, walking over to Stiles, who was sat on the bench. "You're in for Greenberg."
"What? What happened to Greenberg?" Stiles asked, looking around.
"What happened to Greenberg?" Coach laughed. "He sucks, you suck slightly less." Coach used his hands to represent scales to demonstrate the marginal difference he believed was between Stiles' abilities and Greenberg's.
"I'm playing?" Stiles asked in shock and excitement. Yes, he'd been on the field once before, but he never actually got the ball, hopefully this time it would be different. "On the field? With the team?"
"Yes." Coach laughed. "Unless you'd rather play with yourself."
"I don't need to, I've got my boyfriend for that."
"Get the hell out there!" Coach demanded and Stiles fumbled for his equipment, then ran out onto the field.
Over on the bleachers, John sighed when he saw Stiles run onto the field. "Oh no, why is my son on the field?"
"Because he's on the team." Melissa reminded him in amusement.
"He is." John stated, eyes widening slightly. "He's on the team, he's on the field." He said, standing up, then yelled "My son is on the field!" excitedly, with a smile.
"Oh dear god." Stiles whispered, looking over to the bleachers to see his pack holding up homemade signs. One for Isaac, held by Allison as she sent a sympathetic glance to Scott. A sign for Jackson was held by Lydia, one for Boyd was held by Erica, one for Danny was held by Melissa, Derek wasn't there yet as he was still working, but Lydia promised that Derek would be holding a sign for Stiles too.
"Scott, can you hear me?" Gerard asking in a low voice. Glancing to his best friend, Stiles saw Scott's head shoot up. "Ah, you can. Good. Now, listen closely, because the game is about to get interesting." Looking around, Stiles could tell that all of the wolves were listening. "Let's put a real clock on this game, Scott. I'll give you until the last thirty seconds. When that scoreboard clock begins counting down from thirty, if you haven't given me Derek, then one of my men is gonna kill someone. So, tell me Scott. Who's gonna die tonight? Should it be your mother, who so bravely came out to support you? Or the sheriff, your best friend's father? Or how about the pretty little redhead who managed to survive the bite of an alpha? Or maybe one of these innocent teenagers, with their whole life ahead of them?"
"Oh god." Stiles repeated, sensing the anger and worry rolling off every wolf, which was just adding to his own.
"Or should I do everyone a favour and kill that ridiculous Coach? It's up to you Scott, but you are going to help me take Derek down." Gerard stated confidently. "Because if you don't, I'll have my hunter cut someone's head off, right in the middle of the field, and drench everyone you love or care about in blood." The whistle sounded, making Stiles wince, then pour all of his focus into the game. Stiles was immediately passed the ball, only to be tackled.
The game continued to go pretty badly, as Stiles refused to use his enhanced abilities. People were booing him, and Derek, his dad, Melissa and the rest of the pack looked so ashamed. At some point, Scott disappeared from the bench, But then, it turned around. Stiles got the ball. Everyone else was at the other end of the field, and started to run towards him, but he ran towards the goal. He froze about a meter from it, and turned to look at the herd of players running towards him. He heard everyone yelling at him to shoot, but it wasn't until Derek's calm and soothing voice broke through the noise, gently telling him to shoot, did he do so. So he stepped back then flung the ball forward, at full force, sending it past the goalie, into the net. And the crowd burst into cheers.
"I scored a goal!" He yelled excitedly. "I scored a goal!" Then he scored again, and again, and again, until the scores were tied. Then, as the clock ticked down and he scored the winning goal, just as the timer hit thirty. The seconds ticked away as Scott pushed through the crowd to get to the field, seemingly the only one to notice the man, fully dressed in black, stepping onto the field.
The buzzer hit zero and the whistle sounded, but nothing happened. At least, not at first.
One by one, the lights went off, leaving the field in darkness, then someone screamed. The lights soon came back on, and Scott saw a group of people, gathered around a body. He ran over, to see who it was. The hunter.
John ran over to see the hunter dead, he felt a moment of relief when he knew that it wasn't his son, but that relief went away when he realised that he couldn't see Stiles anywhere.
"Stiles? Where's Stiles? Where is my son? Where the hell is my son?!"
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"Wait, you're saying that this hunter killed himself?" Lydia asked incredulously.
"It looks that way." Melissa told her as she, Allison and Erica waited by the bleachers for the male members of the pack to return. "There was a stab wound in his stomach and a bloodied knife in his hand."
"Why would Gerard have one of his hunters kill themselves in the middle of the lacrosse field?" Erica asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Gerard had his hunter kill himself as a diversion." John all but growled, rather impressively for a human, as he walked over to them,
"So that he could get Stiles." Derek growled out, far more intimidating with his eyes flashing red.
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"Is that everyone?" Scott asked Isaac once Coach had left the locker room.
"Yeah, I think so." Isaac stated, not even flinching when Scott ripped the door off of Stiles locker, and pulled out a shirt. "You're gonna find him by scent?"
"Yeah." Scott nodded, then gestured to Boyd and Jackson. "All of us are. Except for you Danny."
"Of course." Danny nodded. "I'll try to trace his cell, but chances are it's turned off. If he even has it with him."
"How come you get his shirt and I get his shoe?" Isaac asked in annoyance, but Scott was distracted. By Peter.
"We need to talk." The former alpha said in lieu of a proper greeting. He was not met with a warm welcome.
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Stiles woke up in a basement, hanging from the ceiling, wires tied to his wrists, electrocuting him. He tried to shift, but couldn't.
Soon, Gerard came down the stairs. "There's no use trying to struggle, Stiles. The electricity keeps you from shifting."
"What are you doing with me?"
"At the moment, just keeping you comfortable. There's no point in torturing you, you won't give Derek up. The instinct to protect your alpha and mate is too strong. But that urge goes both ways. He will come find you, and when he does, I'll get what I want."
"No." Stiles shook his head. "You won't."
"Yes, I will, Mr Stilinski." Gerard assured. "Because, for every day he doesn't come for you, I will take another of your pack. Starting with the pretty little redhead."
"Actually, she's strawberry blonde." Stiles corrected with gritted teeth.
"Is that so?" Gerard chuckled, walking over to what looked like a control panel. "What else do you know?"
"That you're going to regret messing with my pack."
"I have to disagree with you there," Gerard chuckled, then turned a dial. Stiles hissed in pain, thrashing against the restraints. "I said that there's no point torturing you Stiles, but that doesn't mean it won't be fun."
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Jackson surged forward and grabbed Peter by his shirt collar, slamming him against a locker.
"Danny, get Derek." Scott ordered, and the Hawaiian rushed away to do so.
"Scott, who is that?" Isaac asked his mate in concern.
"That's Peter, Derek's Uncle. Little while back, he tried to kill us all, and then we set him on fire, and Derek slashed his throat." Scott said simply, eyes fixed on Peter watching for any sign he was about to attack. Of course, Isaac knew about everything Peter had done already, Scott mainly brought it up to remind Peter of what they were capable of. Of course, Scott usually abhorred violence and killing, but there were certain occasions where he was willing to make an exception.
"Hi."
"This is the guy that had Lydia bring him back to life?" Isaac asked in a tone that was somewhere in between surprise and disbelief. That reminder of what Peter had done to Lydia had Jackson snarling.
"Relax, she's a strong girl, I'm sure that the post traumatic stress is minimal."
By the time the others arrived, Peter had blood all over the bottom half of his face, and a quickly fading black eye. Boyd was now holding back one of Jackson's arms, to stop him from hitting Peter again, but he made no move to make Jackson let go of the man.
"You." Lydia sneered, she immediately pulled a gun from her bag and aimed it at Peter.
"Hello, Lydia, I know that the last time we saw each other was stressful for everyone, but there's really no need for the gun." Peter stated coolly.
"Are you serious?! 'No need for a gun'? You made me bring you back to life, poisoning my friends and hurting my alpha in the process! You made me feel like I was going crazy." Lydia seethed, stepping closer to the wolf, aiming the gun at Peters head.
"Lydia. Calm down." Derek soothed, placing a hand on the redhead's arm. "Let's not do something that we could get arrested for."
"Trust me, we won't get arrested because there will be no evidence." Lydia stated with a dark glare.
"But there are plenty of witnesses." The sheriff gently reminded her. "And we need him alive. He's working with Gerard, so he can help us get Stiles back."
"I am not actually working with him." Peter insisted "I am pretending to do so, in order to get close to him and find out what he wants, so that I can tell you what I know."
"Oh, so that's why you asked for his help capturing me, so that you could kill me and become the alpha?" Derek asked with a disbelieving look on his face.
"I only said that so that he would trust me." Peter stated, seemingly unphased that Derek knew of that particular conversation. "Do you really think that I want to become alpha again? The last time ended in my death, I am in no hurry to repeat that."
"Well, I am." Jackson stated, flashing his eyes.
"Jackson." Derek sighed. "Let him go."
"But-"
"Now." Jackson sighed, and reluctantly let go off Petter, stepping back and wrapping an arm around Lydia, who finally lowered the gun. Derek then glared at Peter. "Where is Stiles?"
"I don't know." Peter stated, straightening his clothes.
"Wrong answer." Derek growled, the next thing anyone knew, Peter was being hurled through the air, and sent flying into a wall. "Let's try that again."
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Just under an hour after the match, Scott got a phone call from Gerard. "He said that if we ever want to see Stiles again, I have to take Derek to a warehouse, he texted me the address." Scott explained. "He also said to go alone."
"No way." John stated, "you're not going alone."
"I have an idea." Lydia stated, drawing everyone's attention to her. "But it does involve some people sitting out."
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Chris had just finished threatening a hunter, telling him to stay the hell away from his wife, when he got the text. The text telling him that Gerard had kidnapped Stiles. Chris told Victoria, then the lights flickered and he knew. A few minutes later, Victoria told him that she could smell Stiles' blood. It took every ounce of self control either of them had, not to run down there and let Stiles go. But they knew that they had to wait until Gerard was gone.
It was almost an hour later that Gerard finally left the house, taking all of the hunters with him. "Alright, I'll go get Stiles, listen out for if they come back.
In the basement, Stiles struggled to keep his eyes open. Sweat dripped down his forehead and it to his eyes. Gerard had turned the electricity back down, but Stiles still couldn't shift. He also wasn't healing as fast as usual. Gerard had decided that throwing knives would be fun to use. They really weren't. Neither was the baseball bat.
Stiles forced his eyes shut when the door to the basement opened, trying to appear unconscious.
"Oh my god." A familiar voice gasped in horror, and Stiles opened his eyes.
"Chris." He sighed in relief. "Thank god." The man rushed over to the control panel, and Stiles felt the electricity stop. Within five minutes, Stiles was set free and being practically carried up the stairs by Chris. "Thank you." Stiles whispered. When they got to the top of the stairs, Victoria was there and started to help support him. "Thank you." He repeated, then felt his eyes slip shut.
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Scott led Derek into the warehouse with a guilty expression on his face. "What are we doing here Scott?" Derek growled for appearances. "I don't smell Stiles' scent!"
"That's because he was never here." Gerard chuckled as hunters left the shadows and surrounded the two wolves. "Thank you Scott, your assistance is greatly appreciated."
"You've been helping him?!" Derek demanded, glaring at the beta with red eyes, feigning outrage at the situation.
"I didn't have a choice!" Scott defended. "He threatened my mum and Isaac and Allison. What was I supposed to do?!"
"You were supposed to trust me!" Derek yelled.
"Now, now, Derek, no need to get angry." Gerard stated.
"Where's Stiles?" Scott demanded. "I've given you Derek, now give me Stiles back!"
"I will, Scott, don't worry." Gerard assured. "After I get what I want."
"What you want?"
Gerard rolled up his sleeve and held out his arm. "The bite."
"No way." Derek growled immediately.
"Ah, Derek you don't have a choice." Gerard chuckled. "Scott, if you want Stiles back, I need the bite."
Scott hesitated for a moment then grabbed Derek by the back of the neck. "Scott, don't!" Derek yelled as Scott forced him to walk towards Gerard. "Scott!" Scott forced the Alpha's mouth to Gerard's arm, letting go when Gerard hissed in pain.
"Thank you, Scott." Gerard smiled, once Derek let go and fell to the floor. Gerard smirked at the Alpha by his feet, then spoke to his hunters. "Kill them." He ordered predictably, but before any of them could move there was a whistling sound, then an arrow was embedded into a hunter's shoulder. Gerard looked up at the support beams to see Allison shooting another arrow, hitting a second hunter. He saw the brunette smirked at something opposite her, and he turned to see Boyd and Isaac flip off of another beam and start fight hunters. Gerard then noticed that Derek was no longer on the floor, and he and Scott were fighting hunters, side by side. Then the doors flew open and fifteen of his own men ran in, but rather than fighting the werewolves, they attacked the other hunters.
Suddenly, in the middle of all the fighting, Gerard felt light headed. He looked at his arm to see that his blood had turned black. Realisation dawned on him, and he pulled his pill bottle from his pocket. He took a pill out and crushed it in his hand. "Mountain ash!" He cried in anger, glaring at Scott and Derek, both of whom simply smirked at him.
"What? You didn't really think I'd betray my Alpha, did you?" Scott asked rhetorically, he shared a nod with Derek as the pair worked in tandem. It didn't take long for the pack and their allies to knock out the hunters. With the chaos cleared, Gerard could see that Allison had come down from the support beams, and at some point the sheriff and Lydia had arrived.
"Where's my son?" John demanded, putting a fresh ammo clip in his gun.
"I'll make you a deal, sheriff." Gerard coughed. "You keep me out of prison and I'll tell you. Otherwise, you'll never find him." John began to raise his gun, but a shot sounded and Gerard swayed on his feet for a second, before falling to the floor with a bullet hole in the center of his forehead. Everyone turned to see Chris lowering his gun.
"Stiles is at your house, Sheriff. Being patched up by Melissa. He is hurt, but it shouldn't take too long to heal." Chris informed him, and stepped towards John with his arms outstretched. "Do you need to arrest me?"
"For what? Self defense and saving my son?" John asked with a raised eyebrow, then turned to the pack. "Get home, the lot of you, make sure Stiles is okay. You can give your statements tomorrow."
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When they got home, Stiles was asleep on the sofa, shirtless, and covered in bruises and cuts. Melissa, Jackson, Erica, Danny, and Victoria stood around him. Derek immediately ran to his mate's side and dropped to his knees, gripping Stiles' hand tightly.
"He's healing slower than usual, but he is healing." Melissa assured gently. "I'd say he'll be fully healed in two days at the most."
Derek nodded and thanked her, eyes never leaving Stiles.
A/N: I hope that you've all enjoyed this chapter and are happy with the outcome! Virtual cookies are available for anyone who can figure out why I'm moving Tammy to South America.
middlechild274: Thank you, thank you, thank you! The next chapter will be less dark and I plan to do fluffy pack moments, especially over the summer break in the story, before moving on to 'season 3'. I hope that you've enjoyed this chapter xx
Lynette Serina Jones Harkness: Thank you so much, I am really glad that you liked it and I hope you feel the same way about this one xx
DragonDCelina: Thank you! So, not much pack fluff this chapter, but I promise there will be next chapter! I hope that you have enjoyed this xx
XxZessxX: Yes it is, but Peter didn't get to play on it. I did this for a reason, which will come up later. I promise. Stiles has spoken to his dad and Derek about it, and I'm sorry about the flashback, I just couldn't resist! Tammy is back! She'll be around more, next chapter though, but she won't be joining the pack, sorry. There's a reason for this, virtual cookies are available if you figure it out. The fluffiness will happen next chapter, now that all of their current threats have been taken care of. I hope that you enjoyed this chapter, please let me know xx
lateVMlover: She's technically from the show, although I don't know what her name was. She's based off of the girl talking to Scott and Stiles about Allison in the first episode, and in season two, she's the one who Scott and Allison overhear talking about Kate in relation to Allison on the day of Kate's funeral. I miss Derek too, I hope he's in 5b a lot more. Thank you and I hope that you like this chapter too xx
Candy Lof: I'm sorry, but there will be loads of that next chapter, I promise xx
Squidaloodaloo: Thank you so much! Well, you've got your angsty fluff over Stiles' hallucination, I hope that you liked it! You've also got more Boyd and a little more Danny. Now that their current threats are resolved, I can go back to pack fluff and things during the time gap between now and season three, so there's that too look forward to :D Anyway, I hope that you have enjoyed this chapter xx
xxkimberlysalvatorexx: Definitely! The twins will show up in two or three chapters time. I hope that you have liked this chapter xx