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SELENOPHILES OF BEACON HILLS | Teen Wolf Rewrite

Stiles Stilinksi/Original Female Character

chapter ten

fic summary; after an already traumatic evening involving the unfortunate discovery of a gruesome scene, amber is convinced to hike through the woods with her two best friends in search of the other half of a dead body. but it's not as if she could ever say no.. not when stiles looked at her like that.

chapter word count; 11,607

chapter notes; with both the police and hunters on his tail, derek attempts to lay low. scott stresses when someone new reveals they’ve figured out his secret. and amber and stiles, as always, are just along for the ride.

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wolf's bane

"Oh, god! Is she really close?" Amber asked loudly, refusing to check the mirrors to get a gauge on where Kate's SUV was behind them. Her knuckles were white from her tight grip on the steering wheel and her right hand throbbed dully in protest at the flexed muscles.

"She's literally right behind us!" Scott told her from the passenger seat, "You need to go faster!"

"Much faster!" Stiles reiterated from the back seat.

She whined a pitiful noise but proceeded to press her foot down harder on the gas pedal as she increased their speed. She dropped her right hand to shift gears and cut the wheel sharply to the left, the tires of the car squealing as they rounded a turn and careened between two large buildings. She up-shifted between gears as they took off again.

"I still don't know why neither one of us is driving when we arguably have the most experience. And we would definitely be going faster than this." Scott stated anxiously, leaning toward the driver's seat to peek at the Camaro's speedometer.

"Because Derek doesn't trust either of you enough to drive his car, okay? Now stop distracting me!" She snapped, her eyes hyper focused on the pavement in front of her as they raced through the area near the train depot.

"Amber, I really don't think you're grasping the concept of a car chase here!" Stiles critiqued from the backseat, reaching forward to rest a hand over the leather on the right side of the driver's seat.

"If I go any faster, I'm going to crash and kill us!" She told him, pressing down harder on the gas pedal and increasing their speed by another small increment.

"Well, if you don't go faster, they're going to kill us!" Stiles shouted, nudging her shoulder with his hand.

Her foot lowered onto the gas pedal that much more and she shifted between gears again, huffing an anxious breath when the car's engine revved and they sped up.

"They're gone." Stiles announced suddenly.

Her eyes finally flicked over to her side mirror to look out at the darkness behind them and her shoulders sagged in relief at the absence of headlights in the reflection.

"Where did they go?" She asked in confusion, letting up on the gas and down-shifting between gears as she allowed the car to slow incrementally.

Stiles clicked on his walkie-talkie from the backseat and Sheriff Stilinski's voice sounded out over the scratchy radio.

"All units. Suspect is on foot, heading into the Iron Works."

"Shit! Do you think the hunters know that now, too?" Amber questioned superfluously.

She took a hard right and turned in the direction of the old Iron Works building, speeding past a number of the many abandoned warehouses before she took one more sharp turn. She spotted a large open doorway in the side of the building that was once used for deliveries and she's cut the wheel sharply, tires squealing loudly again as they turned into the building.

"Stop, stop, stop!" Scott yelled suddenly, unbuckling his seatbelt and climbing over into the back to sit with Stiles.

Amber slammed on the brakes as she, too, spotted Derek squatting down behind a large piece of equipment. As the tires squealed in protest, Stiles reached across and into the front seat to swing the door passenger open for Derek.

"Get in! Get in!" Amber yelled, heart pounding as she watched Derek race to the vehicle through a spray of bullets.

As soon as he was inside the car, she shifted gears and slammed her foot down on the gas pedal again, taking off while a hunter that she couldn't see shot at the moving vehicle rapidly with an automatic weapon.

"What part of 'laying low' don't you understand!" Scott yelled at Derek as they sped back out of the building and Amber took them in the opposite direction.

"Dammit! I had him!" Derek yelled angrily, slamming his hand down on the dashboard.

"Who!" Amber yelled.

"The Alpha?" Stiles piped in frantically from the backseat.

"Yes!" Derek snapped, "He was right in front of me and the friggin' police showed up!"

"Woah, hey- They're just doing their jobs." Stiles defended immediately.

Amber turned her head just in time to catch Derek shoot Stiles a sharp glare before she refocused her eyes on the road.

"Yeah." Derek snapped in annoyance, "Thanks to someone who decided to make me the most wanted fugitive in the entire state."

Amber tightened her hands around the steering wheel, "A lie which I tried to get us all out of, if you both recall-" She started, eyes flicking up to glare at her friends in the rearview mirror, "But no, instead you both decided to give statements that directly contradicted mine and-"

"Can-can we seriously get past that?" Scott asked from the backseat, "I made a dumbass mistake. I get it!"

"Yeah, you've made a couple of those recently!" She snapped back, feeling guilty as soon as the words had left her mouth. It was a low-blow considering the groveling and heartfelt apology he had already given her for his behavior the day before.

"Alright! Alright-" Stiles interjected before turning his attention on Derek, "How did you find him?"

Derek didn't respond and Amber shifted her eyes over to the reluctant look on his face for a second before turning her attention back to the road, "Derek, c'mon." She urged.

"Can you try to trust us for like, half a second?" Scott snapped, leaning forward from the backseat.

"Yeah!" Stiles agreed, leaning forward in his own seat to stick his out face between Amber and Derek, "All of us."

Derek shot him another dark look and Stiles retreated into the backseat again, "Or just them," He conceded, "I'll be back here."

Derek sighed, turning his head in Amber's direction as he spoke, "Look, the last time I talked to my sister, she was close to figuring something out. She found two things. The first was a guy named Harris."

"Mr. Harris?" Amber repeated in confusion.

Stiles threw himself forward in his seat again to peer around Scott to look at Derek, "Our Chemistry teacher?"

"Why him?" Scott asked.

"I-I don't know yet." Derek told them.

After a few seconds to silence, Amber's eyes flicked over to Derek again, "Okay. So, what was the second thing she found?"

"It's some kind of symbol." He pulled a folded-up piece of paper out of the pocket of his jacket and opened it to show it to Scott and Stiles.

"What? What's the symbol?" Amber asked her friends immediately, her own eyes on the road.

"Uh.." Stiles said quietly, him and Scott remaining silent for a tense moment.

"What?" Derek asked them sharply, "You know what this is?"

"What is it?" Amber repeated frantically, not enjoying being left out.

"I've.. Seen it on a necklace." Scott announced as he leaned back in his seat, "Allison's necklace."

"No fucking way." Amber said in annoyed disbelief as she lowered her foot down on the gas.

It seemed, all roads lead back to the Argents.

Amber intentionally took the long way back into town and dropped Stiles off at home first, looping back to Scott's house afterward. When the car was empty aside from Amber and Derek, she turned to him as she pulled the Camaro back out onto the road.

"Okay, so. Jason is on shift until three o'clock tomorrow afternoon. When he gets home he usually just takes a shower and crawls into bed though-" She explained as she drove, "He's getting off a twenty-seven hour shift and he doesn't sleep well during down time at the station, so he'll probably be dead to the world until at least five on Thursday morning-"

"Why are you telling me this?" Derek interrupted.

She turned her head and looked at him dumbly, "Because you're going to hide at my house until we figure things out." She stated obviously.

Derek shook his head, "No."

"Uh, yes." She refuted, "Where else are you gonna go?"

"I don't know. But it doesn't matter, I'm not going to lay low at your house, Amber. I'll find something." Derek stubbornly persisted.

"Derek, please," She pleaded quietly, "C'mon it's not a big deal, okay? You can't be wandering around with both the Argents and the police looking for you. Be reasonable."

He sighed in frustration, knowing that she was right but not wanting to admit it.

"Derek-" She singsonged quietly, "You know you're gonna give in. C'mon, it'll only be for a little while, okay? Then you can go back to brooding all by your handsome-self in whatever dark and dreary crash pad your little heart desires."

"Fine." He finally grumbled, pointing to a side road a few blocks from her house and gesturing for her to take the turn.

She followed his direction and turned onto the road slowly, looking over at him in question.

"Park the car back there," He told her, nodding at a small alleyway that led to the parking lot behind what had once been an antique shop.

Once the car was parked behind the building, she climbed out of the car and tossed Derek the keys. He caught them easily and she grinned in response to his reflexes as they began to head in the direction of her house.

"Jason made a ton of avgolemono soup this morning before he went into work. I ate some for dinner and there's way more left than we need-" She told him excitedly, "It's really good and it was my yaya's recipe." She shivered violently in the night air as she spoke, "I'll warm some up for you before bed. You'll love it."

Derek shrugged out of his jacket, "Sounds fine." He told her blankly, dropping the heavy weight of his leather jacket over her shoulders without another word.

She huddled into the coat gratefully, sighing at the warmth it still held from Derek's own body heat.

It only took a few minutes for them to reach the house and as soon as they were inside, she gave him back his jacket and bounded into the kitchen to heat up some of the leftover soup. Derek followed her into the kitchen warily, looking around them as if he didn't quite believe that her brother wasn't about to walk around a corner and catch him in their house.

He leaned against the counter beside the refrigerator silently, his eyes tracing over the pictures and slips of paper that cluttered the surface.

There were a handful of photographs magnetized to the door. One of eight year old Scott, Stiles, and Amber grinning gap toothed at the camera as they huddled together on the dock at the lake. Another that her mom had taken of Amber sitting on Jason's shoulders precariously as she reached for a basketball that he'd managed to get stuck in the gutters along the roof. A picture of their parents looking up and smiling happily at the camera as they planted vegetables in the back garden. Ten year old Amber dressed as a firefighter for Halloween and laughing gleefully as she sprayed her dad behind the camera with icy water from the hose.

Also magnetized to the surface was her recent Chemistry test, where her brother had proudly hung it when he'd found it abandoned in a pile of junk on the dining table. It had been pinned up in between Jason's work schedule and their ever-growing weekly grocery list.

Amber silently watched in the corner of her eye as Derek studied each of the pictures, papers, and receipts littering the surface while she warmed the soup on the stovetop.

Once the soup was steaming and letting off an appetizing smell, she flicked the burner off and poured it into a bowl. She grabbed a large spoon and settled the food onto the counter with a flourish, gesturing for Derek to take a seat at one of the bar stools.

"Okay," She told him when he finally sat down, "I'm gonna go shower real quick, but I'll get you something to sleep in from Jason's room and leave it on my bed." She started to leave but paused in the doorway to the kitchen, "I don't know where you're hiding the rest of your clothes, but leave those ones in the hallway and I'll throw them in the laundry with a load of my stuff so they'll be clean by tomorrow. Sound good?"

"Sure." He nodded, eyes dropping down to the bowl in front of him before flicking back up to her.

"Cool." She smiled, "I'll leave you to it then."

She ran upstairs and dug through her brother's closet until she emerged with a pair of comfortable looking sweats and an old fire station tshirt. She did as she promised and left the items folded in a pile on the edge of her bed before going into the bathroom and showering quickly. She changed into pajamas and brushed her teeth before making her way back out into the hall.

The floor was free of any clothes so she approached the bedroom door slowly, rapping the knuckles of her left hand against the wood softly.

The door was pulled open mid-knock and she jumped in surprise, bringing a hand up to her chest as her heart raced, "Jesus," She exclaimed quietly, "Your reflexes are getting ridiculous."

Derek was tugging the gray tshirt the rest of the way down his chest as he opened the door, already changed into the sweatpants she'd left out for him. He blinked in thinly veiled amusement at her alarm and opened the door wider to allow her entry into the room.

"I need your dirty clothes so I can start a load of laundry." She reminded him, leaning against the doorframe.

He turned to grab the pile of clothes from the floor beside her bookshelf and handed them to her wordlessly.

She accepted the items and moved to leave, "I set an extra toothbrush on the sink in the bathroom so, y'know, 's all yours," He nodded and she took another step back, "Right. Just, get comfortable- Use whatever blankets. I'll grab more from downstairs on my way back." She told him before turning and heading toward the staircase.

After throwing a small load into the washing machine and getting it started, she pulled open the linen closet in the laundry room and grabbed an extra duvet, a knit throw blanket, and a quilt. Once she felt content that all of the bases were covered with the array of blankets, she headed back upstairs.

When she entered the bedroom again, she found Derek sitting on the hardwood floor. He'd taken just one of her five large pillows and had snagged the quilt that had been folded up at the end of her bed. The items were on the floor beside her desk along with him, positioned just below the large window along the wall.

He was flipping through an old paperback that he must've pulled from the bookshelf. It was a crime-thriller that Amber had reread four times and it was filled with dozens of sticky notes. They'd been stuck in the pages where she'd marked all of the little clues, foreshadowing, and false-leads that she'd picked up on with each read through the story.

She flushed in embarrassment at the werewolf casually holding such a silly piece of her, but quickly redirected her emotions. She tightened her arms around the blankets she was holding and glared at him coolly.

"Why on earth do you have a pillow on the floor?" She questioned, moving to drop the stack of blankets onto the bed.

He looked up from the book and furrowed his eyebrows silently before grabbing the pillow beside him and tossing it across the room where it landed back on the bed, "Sorry." He grumbled, returning his gaze to the book.

She looked between him and the pillow he'd thrown in stunned confusion for a few seconds, "Um, were you.. Planning on sleeping on the floor?"

His eyes lifted from the book in his hands to train on her again, "Where else would I sleep."

"Wh- In the bed?" She said in confusion, gesturing to the queen-sized bed on the opposite side of the room from him.

"Then where would you sleep?" Derek questioned.

"..In the bed?" She said slowly.

"We're not sleeping in a bed together." He told her firmly.

She blinked, "Why wouldn't we?"

"Because."

"Because why?" She prodded.

"Because you're a kid and it's not appropriate." He elaborated.

"Jesus, Derek." She laughed quietly, "I'm not going to jump your bones, alright? It's just sleeping. It's not that big of a deal. I sleep in a bed with Scott and Stiles all the time."

He shook his head, dropping his attention back to the book in his hands, "No."

"Why are you being so difficult?" She asked him, "If it'll make you feel better we can make a little pillow wall between us and everyth-"

"No." He didn't even look up from the pages as he spoke.

"Fine. What if you slept in the bed and I took the floor?" She bartered. She could probably handle a week of sleeping on the floor. Maybe. Derek had been sleeping god knows where for the last week and before that she was pretty sure that he'd most likely taken up residence on the uncomfortable and cushionless sofa she'd spotted in the old Hale house.

"No." Derek said, "I'm not stealing your bed."

She huffed quietly, looking between him and the bed and scrunching her face in thought, "Fine." She settled.

He looked up at her as if he didn't expect her to give up quite so easily, raising his eyebrows in surprise before once again returning his attention to the paperback he was holding.

She silently began to collect pillows from the bed, and dropped them to the floor beside it. She tossed one in Derek's direction before spreading the duvet out down at her feet. She determinedly sat down on top of the blanket now covering the hard floor and unfolded the extra quilt, throwing it over her legs.

"What are you doing." He said in exasperation.

She fluffed the stack of pillows behind her and laid down, shimmying in an attempt to get comfortable against the floor, "I'm sleeping where you're sleeping," She told him resolutely, "So I guess if you're sleeping on the cold hard floor, destined to lay awake all night and be both sore and cranky in the morning- So am I."

Derek blew out a hard breath through his nose in annoyance, but remained silent. She saw from the corner of her eye as he stood from the floor and she startled excitedly before watching him cross the room to turn the light off. Once he was finished, he made his way back over to his spot on the floor.

She huffed quietly and fluffed her pillow again, pulling the quilt up around her chin. She heard the quiet noise of Derek re-opening the paperback and flipping the page.

"You can't possibly be reading that in the dark." She said incredulously after a few moments.

"Werewolves have night vision." He told her blankly as she heard him turn another page.

"Of course they do." She muttered quietly.

She flipped onto her side in an attempt to get more comfortable and immediately regretted the decision when her shoulder pressed into the hardwood painfully. She turned onto her back again and lifted her butt off of the ground, adjusting her spine against the floor and pulling her pillow down to rest beneath her shoulders.

The quiet sound of Derek turning the page filled the room every couple of minutes. The hard surface of the floor made Amber's butt feel numb after no more than fifteen minutes had passed and she huffed and sighed, tugging at her pillow to readjust it once again.

"God. Fine." Derek cut through the silence suddenly. She heard the paperback drop loudly onto her desk and the sound of blankets rustling before the quilt was ripped from her body.

"Hey-" She sat up in surprise.

"I said fine." He repeated, "Now get in the bed."

She scrambled to get up off of the floor before he could change his mind. As she rose to stand, he tossed her pillows back onto the bed and waited impatiently as she climbed beneath the covers in the center of the mattress.

"Which side do you want?" She asked quietly. She could barely make out the shape of him standing beside the bed in the dark, but apparently he could see her just fine.

"This one." He said, pushing her to the side of the bed farthest from the door and window.

She threw the blankets open for him but they were tucked back over her immediately.

"I agreed to sleep in the bed." He told her firmly, "I'm not sleeping under the covers with you."

She rolled her eyes in the dark, flopping down into the bed and pulling the duvet further onto her side, tucking it around herself, "Such a prude." She muttered quietly under her breath, knowing full-well that he'd heard it anyway.

While she couldn't see anything in the pitch black of the room, she figured that having someone looking directly at you, even unseeingly, would probably be unnerving. So, she flipped onto her side and turned away from Derek when she felt his weight settle down against the mattress.

She sighed happily at the comfort of the bed and snuggled into the blankets, already beginning to feel sleepy, "G'night." She hummed.

She could practically hear the eye roll in Derek's sigh, "Good night, Amber."

"This is gonna be impossible, you know." Scott announced to his best friends as he pulled open the main doors to the school on Wednesday morning.

"We'll figure something out." Amber said resolutely as they entered the building.

Stiles stepped up between the two of them and nudged Scott with his shoulder, "Why don't you just ask her if you can borrow it?"

"How?" Scott questioned.

Stiles shrugged, "Easy. Just say, 'Hey, Allison, can I borrow your necklace to see if there's anything on it or in it that can lead me to an Alpha werewolf that I need to kill in order to get back together with you.'"

Amber reached up to slap Stiles on the back of his head, "Yeah. I'm sure that'll go over great. You're being very helpful."

"Okay, fine." He sighed before turning to her with excited eyes, "Wait. Why don't you just ask to borrow it? Girls share clothes, and jewelry, and stuff, right?"

"Yes, but not family heirlooms, Stiles." She said, shaking her head while tugging at the straps of her backpack and turning to Scott, "Besides, isn't it about time you tried to just talk to her?"

Scott shook his head, "She won't talk to me."

Amber sighed and scrunched her nose in thought, "I- She's literally always wearing it. I mean, she probably only takes it off to shower."

"Maybe." Stiles agreed before turning to look at Scott, "Look, you just gotta ease back into-" Scott stopped walking and Stiles pulled Amber to a halt before trying again, "You gotta ease back into it, man. Get on her good side. Remind her of the good times.. And then you ask her for the necklace."

Scott smiled softly as if he hadn't heard a word and Amber blinked, "Scott?"

Stiles smacked him on the arm aggressively, "You're thinking about Allison in the shower, aren't you?"

"Yeah," Scott admitted sheepishly.

"Stay focused, Scott." Amber scolded.

Stiles put a hand on Scott's shoulder and gave him a shake, "Get the necklace. Get the Alpha. Get cured. Get Allison. In that order. Got it?"

Scott nodded in understanding and Stiles guided Amber in the direction of the hallway where the two of their lockers were located with a gentle hand on the back of her neck.

"D'you think he'll be able to get the necklace?" She questioned.

"No idea." Stiles admitted, squeezing her neck softly, "But let's hope so."

On her way to second period, Amber was grabbed roughly by the arm and she stumbled as she was pulled from the stairwell and around the corner into the hallway.

"Um, ow-" She complained, rubbing her shoulder where her arm had pulled on the socket and looking up at Scott as he released her, "Reign in the super-strength, dude." She scolded in a hushed voice.

Stiles jogged up to the two of them, having been ditched only a few yards back when Scott had spotted Amber.

"Jackson knows I'm a werewolf." Scott told them quickly, already walking down the hallway again.

"W-Wait, what?" Amber asked, running to catch up with him.

"How the hell did he find out?" Stiles asked, falling into step beside her.

Scott looked at them with wild eyes, "I have no idea."

"I mean- are you sure he knows?" Amber questioned.

"Yeah, I- Did he say it out loud?" Stiles asked, "The word?"

Scott looked at Stiles in confusion, "What word?"

"Werewolf." Stiles hissed in annoyance as they walked, "Did he say 'I know you're a werewolf'?"

"No, but he implied it pretty freaking clearly." Scott told them worriedly, looking around them to check that no one was listening in on their conversation.

"Okay." Amber said quickly, "Okay, maybe this isn't so bad-"

Stiles nodded, "I mean- He doesn't have proof, right? And even if he wanted to tell someone, who's gonna believe him, anyway?"

"How about Allison's father?" Scott snapped quietly.

Amber made a small panicked noise and looked between her friends worriedly, gnawing on her lower lip. Allison was one thing, but the rest of the Argent family truly terrified her.

"Okay, it's bad." Stiles reached up a comforting hand to smooth down the hair at the back of Amber's head before settling his fingers between her shoulder blades.

"Guys, I need a cure." Scott told them, "Right now."

"Does-does Jackson know about Allison's dad?" Amber asked.

Scott shook his head, "I don't know."

"Okay, where's Derek?" Stiles asked after a moment, looking between Amber and Scott.

"He's laying low." Scott said vaguely, having only found out the older werewolf's location that morning.

"He's hiding in my bedroom." Amber clarified after a moment.

"Okay, that.. That I don't like." Stiles announced, pointing his finger accusingly at Amber before continuing with a sigh, "Look, I have another idea. It's gonna take a little time and finesse, though."

"We have the game tonight," Scott reminded him, "It's quarterfinals."

Amber looked up at Stiles and tugged on the billowing fabric at the bottom of his plaid shirt, pulling him to a stop in the hallway, "It's your first game." She said with wide eyes.

Stiles threw his head back in exasperation, dropping his hand from her back to pull the strap of his bookbag more firmly onto his shoulder, "I know, I know." Stiles sighed. He peeked over Amber's shoulder at Scott and changed the subject, "Do you have a plan for Allison yet?"

Scott sighed with an uncertain shrug, "She's in my next class." He told them.

"Get the necklace." Stiles ordered. He looked at Scott for a second and lifted his eyebrows with emphasis before patting Amber on the shoulder and heading down the hallway in the direction of his own class.

Amber reached a hand up to pat Scott softly on his bicep, "You can do this, Scott. Just, y'know-" She waved her hands emphatically, "Get the necklace." She reiterated before heading back to the stairwell that would take her to the Algebra II room.

Amber shook her head at Scott in disappointment and he guiltily sagged back into his chair as she spoke, "You sent your ex a bunch of cutesy couple-photos of the two of you? That is how you thought you would 'remind her of the good times'?" She scolded him, "Stiles didn't mean that quite so literally, you know."

Scott sulked but didn't respond, picking up the largest chicken tender from his plate and tossing it onto the top of his friend's salad sadly. He lifted his water bottle to his lips to take a sip and watched out of the corner of his eye as Amber sighed and began cutting up the chicken into small pieces over her greens, nudging her knee against his under the table in silent a thank you.

Stiles appeared behind them only a few moments later, patting Amber on the top of her head softly before moving around the table and sitting down across from her and Scott, "So, did you get the necklace?" Stiles asked unknowingly as he set his tray down.

"Not exactly." Scott admitted with a frown, continuing to avoid Amber's gaze.

Stiles sighed, "What happened?"

"He blew it." Amber told Stiles, stabbing her fork into her salad and stuffing a bite into her mouth.

Scott glared at her momentarily before looking across the table at Stiles, "She told me not to talk to her anymore. At all." He sighed.

Stiles spoke around a mouthful of his own chicken, "So she's not giving you the neckl-"

"She's not giving me the necklace." Scott interrupted.

"Well, did you find anything else out?" Stiles questioned as he ate.

Scott leaned back in his chair, "Just that I know nothing about girls, and that they're totally psychotic."

Amber stabbed aggressively into her salad and narrowed her eyes at Scott, "Or.. 'You know nothing about girls and also you were being a huge dick.'" The smile she directed at him was truly frightening.

Stiles leaned over the table, "Okay, okay-" He interjected, "I came up with a plan 'B' in case something like this happened."

"Good." Amber said, turning her attention back to her plate, "So, what's plan 'B'?"

"Just steal the stupid thing." Stiles told them obviously.

"You remember the bit of the conversation where I said that she probably only takes it off to get in the shower, right?" Amber questioned, looking at Stiles across the table.

He waved her off noncommittally and when she looked down at her plate, he gave Scott a look of solidarity and mouthed the words at him again silently, Steal it.

"Couldn't we at least try getting to Harris?" Scott asked his friends.

Stiles shook his head, "My dad put him on a twenty-four hour protective detail, okay? The necklace is all we got." He told them before directing his attention solely on Scott, "Steal it. Thank you."

Scott looked across the lunchroom over Stiles' shoulder to peek at Allison, but found that Jackson was sitting beside her and already staring directly at him. Scott sat up a little straighter in his seat and he felt Amber nudge him with her elbow in question at his sudden tenseness.

"Guys." Scott whispered, "He's watching us."

"Who, Jackson?" Amber asked back quietly, peering around Stiles' shoulder unsubtly to look for Jackson.

Scott pulled on her shoulder to tug her back into her seat normally just as Jackson bit into an apple across the lunchroom. Because Scott had been focused on the other boy, the sound was startlingly loud to his ears and he flinched at the crunch when Jackson's teeth ripped into the fruit.

"Scott. Can you hear me?" Jackson asked quietly, voice sounding as if he had his mouth hovering directly beside Scott's ear, "You can. Can't you?"

"What's wrong?" Stiles whispered across the table, his own body stiff at Scott's reaction.

"Jackson's talking to me. He knows I can hear him." Scott told his friends, looking between them frantically, "Amber, look at me." He hissed, nudging her with his elbow when she looked back across the room toward Jackson, "One of you talk to me. Just- Act normal. Pretend that nothing's happening."

"Are you trying to pretend not to hear me?"

"Say something! Talk to me-" Scott hissed.

Amber flinched and dropped her fork as she turned in her seat to face him fully, "I- um. I-" Scott looked at her with wide eyes and she shook her head anxiously, "I can't think under pressure! My mind's blank-"

"Your mind's blank?" Scott repeated incredulously, "You can't think of anything to say?"

"I don't- Um, okay. The-the-"

"Weather!" Stiles supplied helpfully from across the table, "Sports! Current events-" He said, seemingly just listing news segments as they popped into his head.

Amber's eyes flicked over to where Jackson had been sitting and she sagged in relief, "He's gone. He's not even sitting there anymore."

Scott's head snapped up to look around the lunchroom, trying to locate Jackson, "Where the hell is he?" He whispered.

"Looking for me, McCall?" Jackson's voice piped in, "I'm right here."

Scott averted his gaze quickly down to the tabletop.

"So, what else can you do? Huh? Can you see better? Are you stronger? More powerful?" Jackson prodded, "Y'know, I knew there was no way you suddenly got that good at lacrosse. Which means.. You're actually a cheater. Aren't you? I mean, can you even play lacrosse?"

"Yes." Scott whispered petulantly in response, though Jackson couldn't hear it.

Amber nudged him softly with her arm again in question but Scott ignored her, focussing intently on the table as he listened to Jackson continue.

"I'll bet my new co-captain is gonna score a bunch of shots tonight, aren't you?" Jackson needled, "And while you're pretending you're not a lying cheat- I'm gonna ruin your life, if you don't give me exactly what I want." He threatened with a quiet laugh, "And you know what I'm gonna start with? Her."

Scott's attention snapped up to see Jackson standing beside the vending machines, nodding his head in Allison's direction across the room. Scott's hand tightened into a fist around his bottle of water.

"I'm gonna destroy any chance you had with her. And.. When I'm done with that-" Jackson chuckled darkly, "I'll move on to Callisto and mess with whatever weird little threesome you and Stilinski 've got going on with her. I'm gonna get Amber all alone.. And I'm gonna get my hands all over her tight little body."

Scott's hands were trembling with rage and he set down his water bottle to grip at the edges of his lunch tray, white-knuckled.

"Scott c'mon, you can't let him do this," Stiles spoke quietly, leaning across the table, "You can't let him have that kind of power over you. Okay?"

Amber reached her hand over to rest on Scott's forearm, "Scott, just breathe, okay?"

"I'm gonna do everything you and Stilinski just wish you could do. And, Scott? She's gonna beg for more. I mean, look at her right now. Imagine what it'll be like, when she's got those hands all over me."

"Scott, just take a breath-" Amber whispered softly, worry in her voice.

Scott tightened his hold on the plastic of the tray and struggled to follow her advice, huffing a sharp breath in and out through his nose.

"I bet she likes to get loud... Maybe she's even a screamer." Jackson antagonized, "How're you gonna feel, Scott? When I'm making your best friend feel so good that she's screaming my name?"

Scott's lunch tray snapped in half and Amber and Stiles both flinched at the loud crack of the plastic. The entire lunchroom looked over at their table and Scott pulled in a couple of deep breaths in an attempt to calm his anger.

When he met Jackson's eye across the room, the boy was grinning at him like he knew exactly how close Scott was to completely losing control.

"Jesus. Scott, what did he even say?" Amber asked quietly. She was causally moving his food onto her tray and collecting the plastic shards from his own into a pile.

"Dude, was it that bad?" Stiles asked him.

"Yeah." Scott exhaled another angry breath through his nose, "Yeah, it was that bad."

When Amber caught sight of Lydia during the fifteen minute afternoon break, the redhead looked like she was about ready to snap.

"Lyds, what-" Lydia stormed past her without stopping and Amber raced to catch up with her, "Woah, what's going on?" She questioned worriedly.

Lydia huffed an agitated breath and wordlessly handed over her cell phone as they walked. Amber looked down at the device and saw a text message from Jackson displayed on the screen. She skimmed over it as they fast-walked down the hallway and her eyes widened as she looked up at her friend.

Amber held the phone back out to Lydia, "Wh-"

"Jackson!" Lydia called out sharply as they came up behind the boy.

He turned to face them with a smug smile and Amber shot him a dark glare.

"This little text-" Lydia snapped, waving her phone in front of him, "Not funny."

Jackson looked between them, raising his eyebrows innocently, "Oh, no, I wasn't trying to be funny. I would've put 'haha' at the end." He said, pointing to the message on the screen, "And, see- No 'haha.'"

"'Lydia. Please give me back my spare key at your earliest convenience - As we are no longer dating.'" Lydia read off slowly, shooting him an disbelieving look.

He looked at Lydia incredulously, "You didn't lose it, did you?"

Amber fought the urge to smack him and instead brought a hand up to rest on Lydia's back in solidarity, as the redhead let out an agitated breath, "What the hell is this?" Lydia hissed.

"Well, Lydia. In preparation for some pretty big changes, I've decided to drop some of the dead weight in my life. And... You're just about the deadest." Jackson said with a cruel shrug of nonchalance.

Amber seethed silently as Lydia spoke again, "Are you breaking up with me?" She questioned quietly.

"Dumping, actually." Jackson clarified, "I'm dumping you."

"Dumped." Lydia repeated slowly, "By the 'co-captain' of the lacrosse team.. I wonder how many minutes it'll take me to get over that."

Jackson shrugged with another infuriating grin, turning his attention to Amber for the first time since the conversation began. His eyes dropped down to her bare legs before raking them back up her body in a disgustingly slow drag and raising his eyebrows, "Looking good, Callisto." When he took a step to pass by them, he reached out and tugged teasingly at the hem of her skirt. "Hot." He reiterated.

She shoved his hand away and had to physically restrain herself from hitting him in the middle of the busy hallway, "Fuck off, Whittemore." She scrunched her face up angrily and he shrugged before walking away.

"Wait-! Seconds!" Lydia called out angrily to his retreating form, "It'll take seconds!"

Amber let her friend take a couple of deep breaths before she spoke, "Lyds, are- Are you okay?"

"Fine." Lydia said quickly, "I'm totally fine. I should've dumped him months ago, anyway."

"Lydia, it's okay to be upse-"

"I am not. Upset." She snapped, taking another breath, "So. Now that we're done wasting time on him, let's get to class."

Amber sighed, nodding and reaching out to rub Lydia's shoulder as they walked in the direction of their lockers.

Later that afternoon, Amber looked across the Jeep at Stiles pleadingly, "I really think we should swing by my house first so I can check on-"

"Y'know he's not actually a puppy." Stiles told her, his eyes flicking over at her momentarily as he drove, "You don't need to check on him to make sure he's fed, watered, and going to the bathroom at regular intervals."

"Stiles." She sighed at his annoyance, "He's in hiding, alright? It isn't like he's snuggling up under the covers with me at night-"

"Is that to imply that he's in your bed sleeping on top of the covers?" He cut in immediately, an air of sarcasm in his voice. She pursed her lips at the truth in his words and Stiles' caught sight of it in the corner of his eye, "Are you kidding?" He squeaked, "You're not seriously letting Derek Hale sleep in your bed!"

She thunked her head painfully against the window, "Stiles, c'mon. Don't-"

"Oh.. My god-" He whined, "Derek Hale is sleeping in your bed-"

"I'm making him sleep in my bed, alright?" She interjected, "He tried to sleep on the floor and I told him no. He's been sleeping god knows where for two months and- And I told him if he didn't sleep in the bed then I'd sleep on the floor miserably too."

"You're insane." He told her, "You're actually insane. You trust the guy so much that you're sleeping with him-"

"Oh, come on, don't make it gross." She said sharply as Stiles turned into his own driveway and parked, "He's like my brother."

Stiles paused in the motion of unbuckling his seatbelt, looking up at her in surprise, "Your brother?" He repeated. She nodded and he spoke again, "You think of Derek.. Like a brother." He said again.

She unbuckled herself and climbed out of the vehicle, "Yes, Stiles. What are you-"

He stumbled from the car to follow her toward the front door, "Why- Why is this the first time you've said-" He shook his head, "You did not mention that distinction before."

She shrugged as they stepped into the house, "You were being kind of a dick about it, so I thought I'd let you flounder for a bit," She told him as they climbed the stairs, "Honestly, I thought you'd have realized it on your own by now."

Stiles paused outside of his bedroom and scrunched his face up in frustration in a way that suggested he had too many things that he wanted to say all at once. He lifted his finger accusingly at her and narrowed his eyes before turning sharply and making a beeline for the laptop on his desk without a word.

She trailed in after him and tossed her bookbag on his bed just as Mr. Stilinski called down the hallway, "Hey, Stiles!"

He spun in his chair and looked in Amber's direction,"Yo, D- Derek-" He stuttered, eyes wide.

Amber's eyebrows furrowed in confusion and she turned her head, letting out a yelp of surprise at the sight of Derek standing right behind her. She flinched and jerked to the side, bashing her elbow sharply off of the corner of the open door.

Stiles dashed toward the door and grabbed it, closing it around himself and blocking the rest of the room off with his body as he greeted his dad in the hallway.

"What'd you say?" Stiles' dad asked in confusion.

"I said- 'Yo D-Dad'" Stiles told him slowly.

"Is Amber alright?" His dad followed up, "It sounded like she ran into something."

She rushed to the door and squeezed underneath where Stiles' forearm was resting against the doorframe, "I'm good," She said quickly, gripping onto Stiles' shirt for balance in the narrow space, "Just clumsy. Very, very clumsy. You know me, always... Running into things." She finished awkwardly.

The Sheriff narrowed his eyes suspiciously and looked between them, "Right.." He said slowly before focusing on Stiles, "Listen, I've got something I've gotta take care of. But, uh, I'm gonna be there tonight. I mean.. Your first game." The man grinned excitedly at his son.

"My first game." Stiles repeated with a nod, "Uh, it's great. Awesome. Uh- Good."

"I'm very happy for you," His father told him earnestly, "And I'm really proud of you."

Stiles huffed a nervous laugh, "Thanks. Me too. I'm happy and proud... Of myself."

"We- We're all very proud of Stiles." Amber repeated with a small smile.

The Sheriff grinned at his son, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jacket, "So, they're really gonna let you play, right?"

"Yeah, Dad," Stiles confirmed, his arm dropping slightly on the doorframe to rest more firmly across Amber's shoulders, "I'm first line. Believe that?"

"It's amazing," Amber agreed, patting her left hand on Stiles' chest, "That's our sexy little athlete. Finally getting a chance to play n' show us what he's got.."

The Sheriff looked between them again as Stiles made a small noise, "I uh- I'm very proud." Sheriff Stilinski repeated, stepping forward to rest a hand on his son's shoulder and giving it a loving squeeze. He ran his hand over the short cut of Stiles' hair before smiling again and turning to leave. "See you both there." The Sheriff told them.

"Uh huh." Amber nodded.

"Take it easy.." Stiles called out.

His dad slowly descended the stairs, looking between the two of them suspiciously again and shaking his head before disappearing out of sight.

"I just called you sexy in front of your dad." Amber whispered miserably. She ducked back from beneath his arm and tugged on Stiles' shirt to pull him into the room, beginning to mumble under her breath, "Why in god's name did I-"

The door swung shut with a bang and Amber was pushed a small step to the side when Derek shoved Stiles up against the wood of the door with a hand fisted into the boy's shirt.

"If you say one word-" Derek threatened quietly.

Stiles glared, "What, like 'Hey Dad, Derek Hale's in my room. Bring your gun.'?"

"Alright, testosterone central-" Amber scolded, stepping forward and gently loosening Derek's fingers from the fabric of Stiles' shirt, "Let's settle down."

Derek took a small step back at Amber's insistence and Stiles continued to glare at the older boy, "That's right. At this second, I'm harboring your fugitive ass. It's my house, my rules, buddy." Stiles slapped Derek's shoulder in emphasis and Derek's eyes dropped down to the point of contact before slowly moving back to Stiles with a dark look.

Amber pulled Derek back another step and Stiles grinned at him smugly. When Stiles moved to head back over to his desk, Derek jerked forward threateningly and the boy yelped in fear.

"Ho-Oh my god," Stiles flinched and scrambled to get away from the werewolf, stumbling as he fell into his desk chair. Amber moved to stand behind Stiles and put a hand on his shoulder comfortingly, shaking her head at the two of them.

"Scott didn't get the necklace?" Derek asked them after a moment.

"No-" Stiles started.

"He's working on it," Amber defended before slapping her hand down softly onto Stiles' shoulder, "But there's something else Stiles thinks we can try. He's the man with a plan." She boasted softly.

Derek raised his eyebrows and looked at Stiles expectantly.

"The night we were trapped at the school, Scott sent a text to Allison asking her to meet him there." Stiles explained.

Derek shrugged, "So?"

"So, Scott's phone was broken," Amber said, "It wasn't him."

"Well, can you find out who sent it?" Derek asked Stiles.

"No, not us." Stiles told him, spinning his chair to face his open laptop, "But I think we know somebody who can."

Twenty minutes later, Danny Mahealani arrived at the Stilinski household and looked at Stiles in annoyed disbelief.

"You want me to do what?" Danny asked him, gaze cutting across the room to where Amber was laying on her stomach on the bed with a textbook in front of her. She smiled at him awkwardly and lifted her shoulders in a shrug.

"Trace a text." Stiles repeated with a grimace.

Danny shook his head, "I came here to do lab work. That's what lab partners do." He looked over at Amber as if he was having trouble comprehending the situation he was being presented with, "And I'm not even your lab partner... Amber is. If she isn't busy then what am I even doing here?"

"We will do lab work, Alright? We'll have a big lab study date. All three of us.. Once you trace the text." Stiles told him.

"And what makes you think I know how?" Danny questioned slowly.

Stiles shrugged guiltily, leaning back in his chair and tapping his hands on the desk, "I.. I looked up your arrest report, so.."

Danny stepped back in surprise, "I-I was thirteen!" He defended, "They dropped the charges."

Amber sighed, slapping her hands down onto the textbook pages in front of her, "Danny, we don't care that you're a juvenile delinquent. In fact, it would really come in handy right now if you wanted to-"

"No." Danny said firmly, "No. We're doing lab work."

Stiles scrunched his face up in frustration as Danny grabbed a chair and sat down beside him, pulling out his Chemistry book. Amber shrugged in response and Stiles turned to face his desk with a grumble.

After a few seconds, Danny peeked over his shoulder as Stiles began typing something to look back at Derek, the werewolf was sitting at the very edge of the bed beside Amber's shoulder and he had an encyclopedia open in his lap, pretending to read it with an annoyed scowl on his face.

"Who's he again?" Danny asked Stiles not so quietly.

Stiles turned around and shot Amber a frantic look, unsure what to say, "Um-"

"He's Stiles' cousin." She supplied with a smile, laughing quietly under her breath when Derek's angry glare intensified.

Stiles nodded quickly, "Yup. My cousin... Miguel."

Danny looked at Derek more blatantly, eyes raking over his body slowly this time before he nudged Stiles, "Is that blood on his shirt?"

Amber's head snapped in Derek's direction. She looked more closely at his shirt to find that he did indeed have several smudges of blood staining the beige cotton over his abdomen. Why he had chosen to wear a dirty blood-smeared henley instead of the clothes she'd washed the night before, she couldn't understand. She opened her mouth to respond to Danny's question, "Oh, um.."

Stiles noticed the large stain as well, "Yeah. Yes, well. He gets these horrible nosebleeds." He supplied awkwardly, "Hey, Miguel-" Stiles called out loudly, turning around in his chair. Derek glared up at him as he continued, "I thought I told you, you could borrow one of my shirts." Stiles nodded his head toward the dresser across the room.

Derek's jaw clenched as he snapped the encyclopedia in his lap closed loudly. He tossed the heavy book onto the bed beside Amber and scowled at Stiles before moving over to the dresser and tugging his shirt over his head.

"So, anyway," Stiles started again, turing back toward Danny, "We both know you have the skills to trace that text, so we should probably-"

"Um. Stiles." Derek turned from the dresser with a shirt in his hand and sighed.

"Yes?" Stiles asked in annoyance.

"This," Derek said, pulling at the fabric of the shirt in his hands, "No fit."

Amber snorted, shaking her head at him as she returned to her book.

"Then try something else on." Stiles said in irritation. He turned back to Danny once again, "Wh-"

At the sound of his confused stutter, Amber looked up, watching the way Stiles turned his head back and forth rapidly between the boy in front of him and Derek. Danny's attention was focussed on Derek's shirtless body across the room, a look of dazed captivation on his face as he watched the muscles of Derek's back while he dug around for a shirt.

Derek pulled out a blue and orange striped atrocity that Amber didn't think she'd seen since they were in middle school, and he pulled the shirt down over his head.

"Hey, that one looks pretty good, huh?" Stiles asked, nudging Danny with his elbow, "What'd'you think, Danny?"

"Huh?" Danny asked in confusion.

"The shirt." Stiles clarified, pointing over to Derek again.

The stripes on the fabric were warped as they stretched tight over Derek's muscular frame and it barely came down to cover his stomach, revealing a small strip of skin and hair over the waistband of his jeans. Amber snorted out a laugh at the sight and Derek shot her a quick glare before directing his anger back toward Stiles.

"Uh.." Danny started slowly, eyeing Derek up and down with interest, "It-It's not really his color."

Derek tightened his mouth in annoyance and ripped the shirt back over his head, dropping it into the drawer and beginning to dig around again.

"You swing for a different team, but you still play ball, don't you, Danny boy?" Stiles teased quietly, a shiteating grin on his face.

"You're a horrible person." Danny responded quietly.

Stiles leaned back in his chair and smiled, "I know. It keeps me awake at night. Anyway.. About that text-"

"Stiles!" Derek snapped, turning from the dresser with another small tshirt in his fist, "None of these fit." He waved the shirt in the air angrily and the muscles of his stomach and chest flexed with the movement.

Stiles raised his eyebrows and turned to Danny slowly, a hopeful look in his eyes.

Danny sighed, "I'll need the ISP, the phone number, and the exact time of the text." He told them, turning toward the computer.

With Stiles' attention on Danny again, Amber sighed and took pity on the older boy in the room. She rolled off of the bed, careful not to flash the room in her skirt, and came up to stand beside Derek at the side of the dresser. She peeked inside with a frown, swiping at Derek's arm until he removed his hand from the drawer. She slammed it shut before pulling open the next drawer down.

She rifled through its contents for only a second before finding a soft black tshirt that she'd worn to sleep in the past and pulling it out, handing it over to the werewolf with an easy grin. "Here." She said softly.

Derek quickly pulled the shirt over his head, and he sighed in relief when it fit over his body normally.

Once Derek had been taken care of, Amber crossed the room and came to stand behind Stiles and Danny. She leaned to rest her forearms against the back of Stiles' chair, propping her chin over the top of his head as she watched Danny work at the laptop with quick movements. She didn't follow much of what was being done, but Danny typed what appeared to be code and clicked rapidly at the trackpad for a few minutes with a determined focus.

Derek stepped up beside Amber and they all watched quietly as the boy plugged away at tracing the message.

"There," Danny said after a few minutes, "The text was sent from a computer. This one." He gestured to the writing on the screen and Amber squinted as she read the words.

"What?" She said quietly in confusion, looking up at Derek beside her.

"Registered to that account name?" Derek asked, eyeing the same name that had made Amber's heart stutter in her chest nervously.

"No, no, no, no, that can't be right." Stiles interjected.

Danny shrugged, standing from his chair and pulling on his jacket as he made to leave, "You wanted me to trace it. I did. That's who sent your text."

Amber shook her head in denial, eyes rereading the screen over and over in the hopes that it would suddenly change to display something that made more sense. But, the screen didn't change. Beneath the jumble of code, the same words remained.

Account Registered to:

Beacon Hills Hospital - Melissa McCall

Scott had stolen Allison's necklace and the jewelry was safely stuffed into the pocket of his jeans as he collected his bike from the bushes beneath her bedroom window. He was just about to throw his leg over the seat and head home when a voice behind him made him flinch.

"Scott." Allison's dad called out. When Scott turned, the man was watching him closely, "Come on in."

Scott sighed in frustration but allowed Chris Argent to lead him back toward the front door of the house. Once they were inside, the two of them stood in the kitchen awkwardly for a long moment.

"She should be home in a few minutes," Chris told him, "She sometimes goes for a run after school."

Scott wiped his hands nervously on his jeans, "Y'know, actually, I should get going," He said hesitantly, "I've got a game to get to tonight."

Chris shook his head and turned to the fridge, "You want something to drink?" He questioned, retrieving two brown bottles and placing them on the countertop, "I'm gonna have a beer." He said as he popped the top off of both bottles.

Scott startled, looking at the bottle in confusion as Chris slid it across the countertop toward him, "You don't have to test me anymore," Scott told him, "Your daughter already dumped me."

Chris shook his head, sipping from his bottle, "No test," He assured him, "I'm sorry. High school romances.. They burn bright and fade fast." The man nodded toward the bottle again, "Go ahead."

Scott pushed the bottle away slowly, "I'm good, thanks."

Allison's dad sipped from his own bottle again before grinning, "So, I was curious about something, Scott," He started, his grin quickly fading into a sharp look, "How do you know Derek Hale?"

Scott blinked in surprise, faltering for a second, "Who?" He finally asked.

"Allison said that she's seen you talking to him," Chris elaborated, "Don't you think that's a little disconcerting, Scott?" He asked sharply, "You talking to an alleged murderer?"

"It's not like I'm the only one who knows him." Scott defended.

"No, that's true," Christ said in agreement, "You're friend Amber. She was dating him, wasn't she?"

"What?" Scott asked in genuine surprise, "No! She-she never-"

Chris hummed, "I guess there are some things that teenage girls only talk about in the company of their girlfriends, isn't there?" He asked, "So, now. Not only is he a dangerous guy, Scott. He's a twenty-one year old man. And he was dating a sixteen year old girl. Do you see an issue there, Scott?"

He balked, still reeling in confusion, "I-I mean, yes but they never-"

"Let me put it this way," Chris leaned back and crossed his arms, "You can tell me how you know Derek, or I can go and talk to your friend Amber and ask her."

"Why are you talking to me like I've done something wrong?" Scott asked frantically.

"Have you?" Chris asked him sharply, a moment passing before he sighed, "You don't have to be afraid of me. I mean, you get that I'm just thinking of my daughter's safety, right? If you and your friends are bringing dangerous people into her circle-"

"Will you believe me if I say I think about her safety too?" Scott interrupted, "That's all I think about." He admitted with a shaky breath, "When we were at the school the other night.. Every choice I made, everything I did. Every single thing was to make sure your daughter was safe!"

Chris scrunched his face in thought before nodding toward the doorway, "You should go," He told Scott in dismissal, "You don't want to be late for your game."

"Scott sent me a message!" Amber announced as they pulled into the parking lot at the hospital.

"Okay, well, what did he say?" Stiles asked while he pulled into a space and put the car in park, "Did he get the necklace?"

Amber leaned back to show her phone to the boys on either side of her in the Jeep, "It's just a picture of the necklace."

Derek pulled at her wrist to look at the photo just as Stiles' phone began ringing loudly.

Scrambling to pull the device out of his pocket, Stiles a accepted the call and immediately put it on speakerphone, "Yeah?" He answered.

"Are you with Amber?" Scott asked.

"I'm right here." She piped in.

"Did you get the picture?" Scott followed up.

"Yeah, we did," Stiles told him, "It looks just like the drawing."

Derek reached in front of Amber to grab Stiles by the wrist, yanking his cellphone across the vehicle to speak into it directly despite it being on speakerphone, and Stiles winced and made a noise of discomfort at the werewolf's tight grip.

"Hey, is there something on the back of it?" Derek questioned, "There's gotta be something. An inscription, an opening, something."

"No, no. The thing's flat," Scott's voice came through the phone, "And no, it doesn't open. There's nothing in it, on it, around it, nothing." They all paused as they processed the information and Scott spoke again, "And anyway, where are you guys? Stiles, man, you're supposed to be here. You're finally first line."

Amber frowned at the reminder and looked over at Stiles sadly just before Coach Finstock's voice sounded out in the background of the call.

"Where the hell is Bilinski!" He was shouting.

Scott sighed into the phone, "Stiles, you're not gonna play if you're not here to start."

Stiles threw his head back to thump against the side of the car in frustration and Amber reached out to grab hold of his wrist and rubbed her thumb along it softly.

"I know." Stiles told Scott, "Look, if you see my dad can you tell him- Tell him I'll be there. I'll just be a little bit late, okay?"

"Alright, dude." Scott said, "Just hurry up and get here."

"Alright," Stiles agreed, "Thanks."

Stiles ended the call and Amber continued to look at him sadly in the dim glow shining into the car from the streetlights.

"You're not gonna make it." Derek said blankly after a moment.

Amber turned to slap Derek's arm for his insensitivity as Stiles responded with a sigh, "I know."

"And neither one of you told him about his mom." Derek reminded them, nodding toward the hospital building.

"We can't tell him yet." Amber told him firmly.

Stiles nodded in agreement, "Not until we find out the truth."

"Right, let's go then." Amber said, moving to slide closer to Stiles so she could follow him out the driver's side.

"Wait, hold up," Derek said, "One more thing,"

The teens both turned back to look at him expectantly and Derek reached past Amber and gripped the back of Stiles' head, quickly thrusting his arm downward and bashing Stiles' face against the steering wheel with a hard smack.

"Derek!" Amber scolded, reaching up to delicately take Stiles' face into her hands and check for bleeding.

"God!" Stiles whined, allowing his head to be tilted back as Amber checked his nose, "What the hell was that for?"

"You know what that was for," Derek told him firmly, "You don't get to pimp me out for information. Now, go." He glared and pointed toward the hospital.

Amber scrunched her face angrily, but didn't find any cuts on Stiles' face or blood coming from his nose. She smoothed the thumb of her left hand over his cheek softly once before reaching out her other arm, pulling the handle behind Stiles to swing the door open.

They climbed out of the vehicle and Stiles shot Derek an angry look as he slammed the door shut again, wrapping an arm territorially around Amber's shoulders and leading her toward the building without a word.

"You okay?" She asked him quietly as they went through the automatic doors.

"After getting my head bashed in by a werewolf?" Stiles asked sarcastically, "Yeah I'm peachy."

She rolled her eyes in indignation at his sarcasm being directed toward her as they stepped into the main waiting area of the long-term hospice unit. She looked around slowly in confusion as she took in the desolate room around them.

"Where is everybody?" She asked, peeking over the top of the nurses station as if she might find someone lurking behind it.

"I dunno." Stiles said, peeking into the empty breakroom behind the desk, "Hello?" He called out.

They made their way slowly into the main hall in confusion, "I'm no expert but I'm pretty sure there's supposed to be a nurse or two working here." Amber said after a minute.

Her cellphone suddenly trilled loudly and they both jumped at the unexpected noise. She rushed to pull the device from her pocket and brought it up to her ear as she answered the call from an unknown number.

"Hello?" She said warily, pausing to stand beside Stiles.

"Did you talk to my uncle's nurse?" Derek asked immediately.

"No, we can't find her. Do you have a cell phone?" She questioned in confusion, "Why didn't I know you have a cell phone?"

"Did you talk to my uncle's nurse." Derek said again firmly.

Stiles pulled the phone out of her grip to put it on speaker so that he could hear more clearly, "Yeah. It's like Amber said, we can't find her." He repeated.

"Look, ask for Jennifer-" Derek told them through the speaker, "She's been looking after him."

They were standing just outside the room with a whiteboard on the door displaying Peter Hale in dry erase marker. Amber stepped around the corner to peek into the room for a second time, looking around the empty space slowly. The bed was neatly made and an empty wheelchair was parked against the wall at the end of it.

"Yeah, he's not here either." Amber told Derek, "There's nobody h-"

"What?" Derek interrupted in disbelief.

"He's not here." Stiles said, leaning against the doorframe beside Amber.

She turned to face Stiles as she spoke, "He's gone, Derek."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone and Amber waited patiently for Derek to give them some direction, bouncing up on the balls of her feet restlessly.

"Amber. Get out of there now!" Derek yelled through the speaker of the phone, "It's him! He's the Alpha! You guys need to get out!"

Amber felt her chest tighten at Derek's panicked words and she looked up at Stiles with wide eyes. She pushed him back out of the doorway with a hand on his chest and he stumbled back a step before his eyes caught on something down the hallway. She glanced over to where he was staring and flinched back at the sight of the man leaning against the wall. She took another clumsy step back toward the front doors, grabbing Stiles' hand and pulling him along with her.

The man pushed off of the wall casually and took a small step toward them, the bright fluorescent lights of the hallway showcased the severe burn scars marring the left side of his face.

"You must be Stiles," Derek's uncle spoke smoothly before slowly turning his focus to the girl, "And Amber." He took a deep breath through his nose and sighed with a tilt of his head, "I have to admit, my memories from my other form are a little fuzzy. But I do recognize the smell of your fear." He let a small smile take over his lips, "I never forget a scent."

"What are you doing here?" A female voice snapped sharply from behind them, "Visiting hours are over." She told the two teens angrily.

Amber gripped Stiles' hand tighter and spun wildly, not wanting to turn her back on Peter Hale or his nurse.

"You, and him-" Stiles stuttered looking between the adults on either side of them, "You-you're the one who sent the t- Oh, my g- And he's-"

"He's the Alpha." Amber whispered, letting her wide eyes fearfully drift over toward Peter Hale.

"Oh my god. We're gonna die." Stiles announced pitifully, squeezing her hand painfully tight.

Derek suddenly appeared from behind the nurses station and punched the woman in the side of her head forcefully. The woman, Jennifer, fell to the ground in a heap and Derek stepped forward until he was stood directly in front of Amber, blocking her view of Peter in the hallway.

"That's not nice." Peter scolded his nephew, "She's my nurse."

"She's a psychotic bitch who's helping you kill people." Derek snapped. He nodded his head at Stiles beside him, "Get Amber out of the way." He ordered.

Stiles looked between Derek and Peter for a slow second as the two werewolves geared up for a fight, "Oh, damn." Stiles grumbled.

"You think I killed Laura on purpose?" Peter asked Derek, stepping toward them slowly, "My own niece?"

Just as the two werewolves leapt into action, Amber was pulled to the side with Stiles' hands around her shoulders, falling into his chest as his back thumped against the wall behind them.

Derek growled loudly at his uncle and they lunged at one another in sync. Amber watched Peter shove his nephew against the wall beside them violently and Derek fell to the ground with a groan.

"Oh, god-" Amber squeaked, pulling Stiles down the hallway and away from the fight. The two of them stumbled and turned corner after corner to loop back around, crouching down to hide behind the nurses station. Releasing Stiles' hand, Amber leaned over to peer around the desk. She took a shaky breath and watched Derek push himself up onto his hands and knees as he spit a mouthful of blood onto the floor in front of him.

"Becoming an Alpha.. Taking that from Laura pushed me over a plateau in the healing process." Peter was explaining as he slowly made his way over to his nephew again, "I can't help that."

Derek got to his feet quickly and swung, but his hand was caught easily and Peter squeezed the fist in his grip. Even from several feet away, Amber could hear the bones in Derek's hand breaking and the noise made her sick to her stomach. Derek groaned in pain and collapsed onto his knees in front of his uncle.

"I tried to tell you what was happening. I tried to warn you." Peter admonished, bending over to grab Derek by his jacket before tossing him over the top of the nurses station like he weighed nothing.

The glass wall that had separated the space from the rest of the hallway shattered loudly as Derek's body crashed through it and shards of glass rained over Stiles and Amber's heads. The girl reached her arms up to block some of the debris as it fell and she watched Derek groan in pain as he hit the ground in front of them. She inched forward unconsciously and reached out for him but his gaze snapped up to her with a frantic look and he shook his head in a silent demand for her to stay put.

Derek began to drag himself away slowly on his elbows and Peter stalked behind him patiently. Stiles tugged Amber back to huddle beneath the desk until Peter had passed by them, the broken glass around them crunching underfoot as they squatted down and Amber took a nervous breath once the two werewolves were out of sight around a corner.

As soon as they were no longer in view, Stiles pulled her up to her feet and ran in the direction of the exit.

"No, no, wait! We can't leave him-" Amber pleaded, pulling against Stiles' hand on her wrist as he dragged her outside through the automatic doors.

"Yeah, well, not leaving isn't really an option." Stiles told her firmly, opening the passenger door of the Jeep and shoving her toward the vehicle.

She turned around and braced herself with a hand on the metal of the doorframe, "Stiles, please." She begged weakly when he tried to push her into the car again. She looked up at him in the dim light in the parking lot and felt her chest tighten as if she were about to cry.

"There's nothing we can do." Stiles told her.

She shook her head, "We- We can-"

"-Take on the Alpha even though he's in there kicking Derek's ass like it's nothing?" He finished, raising his eyebrows, "There's nothing we can do for him. But we need to go warn Scott."

She whined quietly, looking back at the doors to the hospital in distress as Stiles nudged her into the car again gently.

"Amber, please, for the love of god, get in the car." Stiles pleaded worriedly. "Scott." He reminded her, "We need to get to Scott."

With an anxious frown and a stomach full of knots, she climbed into the Jeep and allowed Stiles to slam the door shut behind her.

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Spoiled Brat Stiles who the sheriff has allowed to get away with anything, he’s untouchable and always gets his way. Literally never been told no, throws a tantrum if he has to wait too long, etc… and new deputy Derek who is his glorified babysitter.

He eventually works out the best way to shut stiles up and keep him out of trouble is to stuff him so full that he can’t think… cut to a few years later and he’s a barely mobile blob who hasn’t had a thought beyond the pain in his stuffed stomach for a long long time.

"Barely mobile blob" and "Stiles" is the perfect pairing. When Claudia dies, the Sheriff for sure overcompensates. Isn't home a lot, Stiles mostly is babysat by whatever game system he wants or neighbors who help the Sheriff out. And all the deputies feel bad like "he lost his mom...the Sheriff is always working...it's tough." Which - gets him out of being dumb in high school because no one wants to pull over the Sheriff's kid and they all let him off with a warning and tell themselves "he's a good kid, he just acts out a little." And he hasn't done any major rule breaking so - he gets away with plenty. After high school says he's taking a "Gap year" which means sleeping in until 12 and ignoring the Sheriff's pleas to get a job. No one gives the newest member of the station the memo about the jeep or the Sheriff's bratty son. So Deputy Hale pulls over Stiles, ignores the "seriously, dude? You can't give me a ticket." Derek doesn't realize he's a Stilinski until he's got his license in hand, but he still doesn't care. Stiles gets a ticket, Derek is back at the station hours later, not thinking much of it as he fills out his paperwork for the day, until Stiles comes storming in asking about the "hot deputy who wrote him the ticket." The Sheriff grimaces a bit as he tells Derek that his son is..... "smart but a bit stubborn" and "maybe I've given into him too often." Then asks Derek as personal favor if he could just...keep on eye on Stiles when he's out on patrol, to keep him out of any major trouble. Which is how Derek ends up force feeding Stiles pizza and beer and finding out one way to keep him from being a brat.... *** He gets called to break up a party at the preserve. Flashes the lights and most kids go scrambling out of the abandoned house. Stiles is one of the few who didn't run.

"Don't be a fucking cockblock, dude. It was just a party." Derek kicks everyone else out with a stern yell and then tells Stiles "You can't be drinking underage." "I'm 4 months away from being 21. Who cares?" "Fine. Might as well drink the rest then!"

Derek loses his temper and starts stalks over to Stiles, holding his hair tightly in his grasp and tilting his head back as he cracks another beer open and starts pouring it down Stiles throat. "You can't do gurgle do this!" "Yeah? I found you drunk at a party. No one's gonna believe anything differently. Drink." "You can' Burp do th-hic.."

"Pizza is next..." Stiles is too drunk and bloated to complain to the Sheriff when he gets home, just staggers and leans heavily on Derek as they walk to the front door, hiccupping and burping. Even burps and slurs out an apology to his dad when Derek tells him what happened. It definitely gives Derek ideas for the future. It takes Stiles a few times (including Derek arresting him for a day and feeding him donuts in the holding cell) before they come to a good arrangement- mostly involving him eating everything Derek gives him...and in exchange Derek brings home more food and promises to fuck him after.... The Sheriff watches his son balloon and is actually relieved....no more speeding if he's too fat to fit behind the wheel of the jeep!

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taeswolfie · 1 year ago

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𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 : 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏

☽︎𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒅☾︎

Ch.13 - Ch.15

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x fem!Reader

Word count: 4.1k

"You really don't remember anything?" Y/n asked Lydia as she and Allison walked with her to the school doors.

"They called it a fugue state, which is basically a way of saying 'we have no idea why you can't remember running through the woods naked for two days'. But personally, I don't care. I lost nine pounds." Lydia paused in front of the doors and did a little pose making all three chuckle.

"Are you ready for this?" Allison asked.

"Please. It's not like my aunt's a serial killer." Lydia turned on her heel and walked through the doors. Allison gave her back a blank look. Y/n smiled at her, giving her arm a pat before following Lydia, Allison followed a moment later. Lydia paused and the girls stood next to her to find everyone in the hall had stopped in their tracks to stare at them. Usually Allison would be stared at for being the new girl, Lydia for being pretty and popular, and Y/n for being kind of intimidating and a bit of an outsider. The way they were staring this time was different.

"Maybe it's the nine pounds." Allison spoke quietly to Lydia.

"What the hell are you all looking at?" Y/n yelled to the crowd and her forceful tone spurred everyone into moving on. She gave a smile to her friends. Lydia gave her a tiny nod before flicking some of her hair back and striding down the hall in her usual confident bravado. Y/n and Allison shared a smile and followed the strawberry blonde.

...

Later Y/n sat with Scott and Stiles at the field as they got ready for practice. Scott tells her what happened in the locker room. "It was kind of like a scent, but I couldn't tell who it was."

"Makes sense. A room full of sweaty boys and only one other werewolf? Even with heightened smell, it would be hard to pinpoint the owner of one scent in that cacophony of stimuli."

"What if you can get him one-on-one? Would that help?" Stiles asked.

"Yeah." Scott nodded.

"Okay. I think I got an idea." Stiles ran off down the field leaving Scott and Y/n.

"Is that how you could tell I was turning?" Scott asked her suddenly. "Because you could smell it?"

"Kind of. But mostly I knew the signs and I could kind of... Sense it, I guess. But the scent does help. Almost every creature has a scent."

"Like how you smell like flowers?"

She nodded. "That is a witch's natural scent."

Stiles ran back to them then carrying the goalie stick. "I told Coach you're switching with Danny for the day." He gave Scott the stick.

"But I hate playing goal."

"Remember when I said I had an idea? This is the idea."

"Ohh." Scott nodded.

"There we go."

"It's a great idea, babe." Stiles looked at Y/n with eyebrows raised in pleased surprise and she gave him a wink.

"What's the idea?" Scott asked and the two gave him strange looks.

"I seriously don't understand how you survive without me and Y/n sometimes." Stiles grabs Scott and hauls him up just as Coach blows the whistle.

"Let's go! Line it up! Faster!" The players line up in their positions, Scott going to guard the goal. Coach blows the whistle and tosses a ball to the first boy. When the player goes forward Scott runs out of goal and tackles the player to the ground. He helps the guy up and then 'subtly' sniffs him. "McCall!"

"Yeah."

"Usually the goalie stays... Somewhere within the vicinity of the actual goal."

"Yes, Coach." Scott goes back into position. Coach blows the whistle. This time it's Matt's turn. He goes forward and Scott comes out of goal again, flipping Matt on to his back. Scott sniffs him with even less subtlety.

"What the hell man?"

"My bad, dude."

"McCall!" Coach calls again as Scott goes back. "The position's Goal Keeper. Not Goal Abandoner."

"Sorry, Coach." Another whistle, another ball. Scott and the other player go at each other again, the player defending goal just stood by this time. Scott sniffs the player. Y/n sighs and closes her eyes at the scene.

"Stilinski," Coach grabs the face guard on Stiles' helmet, pulling him a bit closer to himself, "what the hell is wrong with your friend?"

"Uh, he's failing two classes, he's a little socially awkward, and if you look close enough, his jaw line's kind of uneven."

Coach lets the mask go. "That's interesting." Another whistle and another ball, this one for Danny. "Let's fire it up." Scott ends up body slamming Danny onto his back.

When Scott sniffed him, he noticed. "It's Armani."

"Huh?"

"My aftershave. Armani."

"Oh. It's nice." Scott smiles at him.

"McCall!" Coach calls again. "You come out of that goal one more time and you'll be doing suicide runs till you die. It'll be the first ever suicide run that actually ends in a suicide." Y/n can't help but laugh at Coach's threat as Scott gets into position again. "Got it?"

"Yes, Coach."

Next in line is Jackson, but when he notices what Scott's doing he decides to opt out. "Uh, Coach, my shoulder's hurting. I'm gonna... I'm gonna sit this one out."

Y/n narrows her eyes at Jackson's behavior, until the next boy in line catches her attention. Isaac Lahey. He's in a few of her classes and he seems like the nice quiet type, but the heavy rise and fall of his shoulders is what really draws her eyes and shows how agitated he seems. Coach blows the whistle and tosses the ball. Isaac catches it and dashes forward, Scott quick to match his pace. The two meet and end up throwing each other to where they land on hands and knees. They both look up at each other with glowing yellow eyes, but they dim when Coach yet again blows the whistle.

Everyone's attention is drawn to three people walking onto field. Sheriff Stilinski and two deputies. "Don't tell them." Isaac asks of Scott. "Please don't tell them."

Scott, Stiles and Y/n stand by and watch Noah talk to Isaac. "His father's dead." Scott informs.

"They think it was murder." Y/n adds.

Noah gently takes Isaac by the shoulder and leads him away. "Are they saying he's a suspect?" Stiles asks.

"I'm not sure, why?" Scott looks at him.

"Because they can lock him in a holding cell for 24 hours."

"Like, overnight?"

"During the full moon." Y/n frowns.

"How good are these holding cells at holding people?"

"People, good. Werewolves, probably not that good." Stiles answers.

"Stiles, remember when I said I don't have the urge to maim and kill?"

"Yeah."

"He does." Y/n said before Scott could. She could already feel it.

…

In Mr. Harris' class Y/n sits at the table in front of the boys. Scott and Stiles talk while she listens in. "Why would Derek choose Isaac?" Scott asked.

"Peter told me that if the Bite doesn't turn you it could kill you. And maybe teenagers have a better chance of surviving."

"Does being a teenager mean your dad can't hold him?"

"Well, not unless they have solid evidence. Or a witness. Wait." Stiles twisted around to look at Danny's table, noticing Jackson's absence. "Danny." He whispers to the teen who looks up at him. "Where's Jackson?"

"In the Principal's office talking to your dad."

"What? Why?"

"Maybe because he lives across the street from Isaac." Danny turns away while Stiles looks at Scott.

"Witness." Scott says.

"We gotta get to the Principal's office."

"How?"

Y/n smirks. "I got this, boys." She whispers to them.

"Everyone please turn to page 73." Mr. Harris says as he faces the chalkboard. Two seconds later a wadded up piece of paper hits him on the back of the head and he flinches. A few students laugh and he whips around to find the culprit. "Who in the hell did that?" His eyes go to the trio who immediately point fingers at each other.

They're obviously sent exactly where they wanted to go and they sit outside the office, Scott between the other two, as he and Y/n listen to Noah talk to Jackson. "Wait, so are you telling me that you knew Isaac's father was hitting him?"

"Hitting him? He was kicking the crap out of him."

"Did you ever say anything to anyone? A teacher, parents, anyone?"

"Nope. It's not my problem." Y/n throws a disgusted look towards the window. Just another tick mark in the 'Jackson's an asshole' column.

"No, no, of course not. You know, it's funny that the kids getting beaten up are always the ones who least deserve it."

"Yeah... Wait, what?"

Y/n quietly snickered and looked at Stiles past Scott. "I love your dad." She smiled.

"I think we're done here." Noah said and a moment later he walked out with his deputy. Stiles quickly scrambled to grab a magazine to cover his face and hide from Noah, but the adult had already seen him. Still he decided to go along with it in a slightly disappointed fashion. "Hi, Scott and Y/n."

"Heh." Scott gave the man a little wave.

"Hiya, Sheriff." Y/n smiled at him. Noah took one more look at Stiles and sighed a bit while walking off.

"Kids." A voice called all of a sudden and the three looked to find the new Principal, Gerard Argent. He smiles at them and Y/n's muscles tense a bit. "Come on in." The three teens sit in chairs in front of Gerard as he sits at his desk. Y/n didn't like being in the middle, directly facing the Hunter, but she really had no choice. She sits a bit slouched in the chair with her arms folded over her chest, a look of mild disinterest on her face. A façade she often wears when she wants to bar someone out and keep her secrets hidden. "Y/n L/n." Gerard starts while holding a folder with her information. "Very good grades and not in trouble often except for one teacher in particular. I see you have quite a few artistic extracurriculars. Are you an artist?" He looks up at her.

She shrugs a shoulder. "Kind of."

"Well, from what I see here I would say you're very good." He smiles before looking through another folder. "Scott McCall. Academically not the most accomplished, but I see you have become quite the star athlete." He looks at the last folder. "Mr. Stilinski. Oh, perfect grades, but little to no extracurriculars. Maybe you should try lacrosse."

"Oh, actually I'm already-" Stiles is cut off by the man.

"Hold on." He looks at Scott. "McCall. You're the Scott that was dating my granddaughter."

"We were dating but not anymore. Not dating, not seeing any of each other or doing anything with each other... At all." Y/n closes her eyes for a moment and lets out a quiet sigh at his over-explaining. She would normally laugh at him, but she's focused on keeping her guard up for the Hunter to do much more than that.

"Relax, Scott, you look like you're about to crack a cyanide pill with your teeth."

"Just a hard breakup."

"Oh, that's too bad. You seem like a pretty nice kid to me. Now listen, guys. Yes, I am the Principal, but I really don't want you to think of me as the enemy."

"Heh, is that so?" Stiles laughs a bit. Y/n clenches her teeth. She doesn't think he's the enemy, she knows he's the enemy. A man like him can be nothing but.

"However, this being my first day, I do need to support my teachers. So unfortunately someone is going to have to take the fall and stay behind for detention." He looks pointedly at Stiles, Scott and Y/n also turning to look at him. When Stiles looks up to see everyone looking at him he sighs.

Scott and Y/n run down the halls and towards one of the school doors, bursting through them and catching sight of Isaac as he's driven away in the back of a cruiser. They turn to go back inside once he's out of sight when tires squealing catches their attention. They look to find Derek in his sleek black car. "Get in." He says.

"Are you serious?" Scott asks.

Y/n gestures towards where Isaac was a moment ago. "You did that. All of that? That's your fault."

"I know that." Derek admits. "Now get in the car and help me."

"No, I've got a better idea." Scott says. "I'm gonna call a lawyer. Because a lawyer might actually have a chance at getting him out before the moon goes up."

"Not when they do a real search of the house."

"What do you mean?"

"Whatever Jackson said to the cops, what's inside is worse. A lot worse." He opens the passenger door.

"Go." Y/n nodded towards Derek. "I'll wait for Stiles." Scott sighed and got into the car. Y/n watched them drive off before going back into the school to wait for Stiles' detention to be over. She had sat outside of the classroom like she had before, reading a book while she waited. A sudden whispering caught her attention. She lifted her head from her book and looked down the hall both ways, but there was no one around. The school was empty save her, Stiles and a few teachers. She furrowed her brow when the whispering persisted. She put the book in her bag and stood up, leaving her stuff there as she took a few steps into the middle of the hall.

She turned this way and that yet there was nothing. Until suddenly there was. A glimpse of brown hair and a leather jacket at the end of the darkened hallway. She frowned more at this and followed after the mysterious person. Who would be wandering the halls at this time? When she got to the end she caught the person just as they turned another corner. She kept following until she got to the gymnasium, but when she went in it was empty. She looked around in confusion. Where did he go?

She huffed in annoyance. What was she even doing? She turned to leave when something caught her eye. A basketball sitting in the middle of the court. She walked over to it and picked it up. She twirled it in her fingers, the black lines blurring with the orange as it spun in her hands. She narrowed her eyes as she stared at the ball. The shapes it made seemed to form a face. She slowly brought it closer to her own face to try and make it out. Suddenly a hand snatched the ball from her hands. She gasped and jumped back at the boy now standing in front of her, smiling at her. Brown hair and blue eyes that seemed familiar to her.

"Y/n?" She jumped at Stiles' voice behind her and turned to find him at the doors of the gymnasium, her bag in his hands. "Are you okay?" He asked her with concern in his voice.

She glanced behind her, the boy and even the ball where nowhere to be seen, before giving him a small smile. "Yeah. I- I'm fine. I was just bored and decided to wander around. Did Harris let you out early?" She tried to switch subjects.

"Early?" He laughed a bit. "It's dark out."

"What?" Her eyes darted to the window to find that it was indeed dark out. How long had she been standing there?

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes, I'm sure. We need to go." Whatever just happened will have to be put on the back burner for the moment, helping Isaac is the priority right now. She quickly rushed out of the gymnasium, grabbing her bag from Stiles, and pulling him along with her out to the car.

He pulled his phone from his bag and dialed Allison. "Hey, sorry, Harris literally just let me out of detention. Literally. And he had my phone the whole frickin' time."

"Well, we need to do something right now. They were asking me all these questions about Lydia and how she was bitten by Peter, and then they sent this guy out."

"Wait, what guy?"

"He was dressed as a Sheriff's deputy."

"They're sending him to the station for Isaac."

"He was also carrying this box with something on it, like, um, like a carving or something."

"What was it?"

"Hold on, hold on. It's in one of these books." There's a pause and the sound of rustling pages. "I'm taking a picture." A moment later Stiles gets the photo and looks at it, showing it to Y/n after a second. "Did you get it?"

"Yeah." Y/n takes the phone from Stiles. "Wolfsbane."

"What does that mean?"

"It means they're gonna kill him." Y/n hangs up and she and Stiles get into the car, driving to the station as fast as they could.

The 'deputy' the Argents sent drove down the road in a black SUV until there was a 'pop' sound. He frowned at the noise and wondered what it was, jumping slightly when the sound came again. He pulled over and got out, his eyes immediately going to the tire. An arrow stuck out of the front and back tire letting air escape from them. He went to examine it more when a third arrow embedded itself into his thigh, it's owner being none other than Allison Argent herself. She smirked and went back around the corner to call her friends.

"Hey, did you slow him down?" Y/n asked as she held the phone on speaker.

"You could say that."

Y/n smiled. "That's why we're friends." Allison chuckled a bit.

"We're headed to the station right now." Stiles said.

"Where's Scott?"

"Isaac's."

"Does he have a plan?"

"Yeah, but not a very good one."

"And unfortunately we don't have any time to come up with a better one." Y/n hung up then. Both teens took nervous glances at the full moon that was steadily rising in the sky.

They pull up to the station with Derek, having picked him up on the way. "Okay, now the keys to every cell are in a password protected lockbox in my father's office." Stiles informed. "The problem is getting past the front desk."

"I'll distract her." Derek said as he went to get out only for Stiles to stop him with a hand on his shoulder.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa- you? You're not going in there." Derek looked pointedly at the teen's hand. "I'm taking my hand off."

"I was exonerated."

"You're still a person of interest."

"An innocent person."

"An- you? Yeah, right!" Stiles laughed. "Okay, fine. What's your plan?"

"To distract her."

"Uh-huh. How? By punching her in the face?"

Derek huffed a short, dry laugh. "By talking to her."

"Okay, all right. Give me a sample. What are you gonna open with?" Derek looks around for a moment before looking at Stiles again. "Dead silence. That should work beautifully. Any other ideas?"

He seemed to think for a second. "I'm thinking about punching you in the face."

"Oh, my God." Y/n groaned from the backseat. "Move. Move!" She ordered and made Derek move so she could get out.

"What are you gonna do?"

"I'm gonna work my magic." She smirked and strided off into the station. Derek looked at Stiles who was watching Y/n walk with a slightly dazed expression. He sighed and smacked Stiles' over the head who whined in protest before they followed the witch.

Y/n walked up to the desk, the officer behind the desk looking at the folder in her hands. "Good evening, how can I help..." She trails off when she looks into Y/n's eyes which are glowing. "You?" Her eyes seemed to grow distant as Y/n's magic works on her.

"Hi." Y/n smiled.

"Hi."

"It's so late, isn't it? You must be tired from working so much." The officer nodded a bit. "Sit down, relax, take a deep breath." The woman obeyed what Y/n told her to do, sitting down, relaxing, and taking a deep breath. "When you wake up in a little while you won't remember my face or my voice, you won't remember what I said or that you fell asleep. You will be well rested and continue your night as normal. Now... Sleep." Y/n's eyes flashed, the color reflecting in the woman's before her head laid back on the chair, coaxed into a gentle nap. Derek and Stiles had watched this exchange from behind the door. Stiles was in a bit of awe while Derek had a look of mild respect. She turned to them with a smile and gestured for them to come out. "She should be out until we're done."

"You. Are. Amazing!" Stiles beamed and kissed her cheek before running off to his dad's office. He went over to the little lockbox on the wall and punched in the code, but when he gets it open it's empty. He hears keys jingling in the hall and realizes he was a little too slow. "Oh, no."

The fake deputy limps through the Sheriff's station, blood trailing behind him as his leg continues to bleed, keys in his hand. He pulls out a box from his pocket and takes out the syringe of wolfsbane, holding it in his mouth for a second to tuck the box away again. Stiles rounds the corner looking behind him and nearly runs into the Hunter. "Whoa. Uh, just looking, um.." Stiles looks down and notices the piece of Allison's arrow still sticking out of the man and he realizes this is the Hunter. "Oh, sh-" He goes to run but the Hunter catches him by the back of his shirt, pulling him back and holding a hand over his mouth as he pulls him along.

As Stiles struggles with the man he spots a fire alarm and he pulls the switch as he's tugged past it. The Hunter pulls Stiles into the room with the holding cells and lets him go. Stiles scrambles into a sitting position and they both look over to the cells, only to find the door loosely on its hinges and the cell empty. Isaac rushes at the man from the side wolfed out. He grabs the man, banging him onto a desk and then throwing him against the opposite wall. Stiles rushes to sit against the other side of the room, away from the angry werewolf. The Hunter goes to stab Isaac with the needle. Isaac catches his wrist and growls, teeth bared. He squeezes and twists the man's arm until he drops the needle and then pushes his head into the wall. He lets him crumple to the ground, knocked out.

"Stiles!" Y/n rushes to the boy as Derek crushes the needle under his shoe. Isaac looks at him and then down, his eyes quickly darting to the teens. Derek glances between them and his Beta, knowing what he's wanting to do and taking action before he can. His eyes glow their Alpha red and his canines come out as he roars at Isaac. The Beta's eyes widen and he falls back, cowering into the wall in fear. After a moment Isaac peeks his head up from behind his arms, now shifted back to normal as he looks up at his Alpha.

"How did you do that?" Stiles asks.

Derek looks at him. "I'm the Alpha."

"Are you okay?" Y/n asks Stiles as she puts her hands on either side of his face, her eyes showing her worry.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine."

She sighs. "Good." And then she kisses him, reassurance for herself that he is okay. When she pulls away he's slightly dazed and she looks up at Derek. "Get Isaac out of here before the Sheriff comes." He gives her a small nod and does as she says, taking Isaac and high-tailing it out of there. She helps Stiles to his feet and they look around. Pretty soon the Sheriff walks down the halls to the holding cells, turning off the fire alarm as he passes. Once he gets to the door he looks between the unconscious man on the floor, his son, and his son's girlfriend, raising his brows in expectation of an explanation. Y/n stays quiet as Stiles looks around and then points at the Hunter.

"Uh, he did it."

Ch.15

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mischiefashale · 1 year ago

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Okay last ten minutes.

I'm going to ignore the fact that Derek is going to burn himself the same way that his family burned in front of him as a teenager and just try and go with the flow but I still fucking hate it I honestly even debated about watching the last 20 minutes of this.

It seems to me like Scott who would presumably be the person who left the jar in the hands of Liam and Hakira should be making the ultimate sacrifice especially as it appears to me that he's the alpha who left the territory that made him an alpha unprotected on the first place. But I digress.

Honestly it looks like Jordan was holding him just fine.

Is there a reason that couldn't let go after he was on fire?

Honestly if Allison gets to live through being killed by a Nogitsune then Derek should too.

And of course he becomes a True Alpha of anyone deserves it it's Definitely Derek.

And of course Scott wants to Mac up on Allison before remembering that his so-called Brothers son is there mourning his father.

What happened to the test is the LAX game?

The rage I feel inside my soul that Stiles is not at the memorial will burn with the passion of a thousand burning Suns for eternity.

Oh my God I fucking hate this so much.

Your son did not leave it behind sir he left it in the care of his very most best friend scoot McCall. Who then apparently abandoned it when he moved to LA.

I am a sucker for those montages.

I hate the Jennifer is included right at the part where the sheriff says the people that he loved

Where the fuck is Cora?

Complicated feelings about that jeep my dick.

Is my firm belief that Eli is driving straight across that bridge to the owner of said Jeep.

Chicken possibly mean the 15 years that she spent dead and not emotionally growing like the rest of her peers could she?

I am just going to hold out hope the Eli is visiting at the animal shelter while he lives with the sheriff. And don't him walking up pride Rock and looking over BH I'll let that sustain me as much as it can.

Well we already know Eichen isn't very secure.

Well we have made it to the end. I am so disappointed even more than I originally was when I was reading all the synopsis and what I gathered from other posts. It felt very disjointed and I wish we would have seen more of the "pack" and working together.

Especially Liam and Mason TBH. They were brothers too and I don't think they got one scene together.

It almost feels like one of those shows where all of the cast hate each other so they have to film their scenes separately.

AND WHAT HAPPENED TO MONROE?????

#teen wolf #teen wolf the movie #anti scott mccall #derek hale #eli hale #peter hale #allison argent #jordan parrish #liam dunbar #mason hewitt #sheriff stilinski

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whatever-letmebe · 11 months ago

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And yet another abandoned Teen Wolf fic

This is my favorite one.

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January

It starts to rain right as Stiles drives past the „Welcome to Beacon Hills“ sign.

okay, sorry, that was a joke 🙈 I don't even remember what my plans for this one were? I think it was supposed to be a story about Stiles returning to Beacon Hills after college and all the complicated feelings he had about it.

This next one, though - I have a whole outline for it. It's a kidnapping story because I love kidnapping stories.

For the safety of my family, I will do anything

If Stiles had known what would happen, he would have appreciated his life a little more. He would have told his father that he loved him. He would have spent his afternoons creating art or learning mandarin. Hell, he would have watched a fucking sun set every once in a while.

Of course, he didn’t know. There was no foreshadowing, no narrative voice warning him.

So, he barely acknowledged his father in the morning, just gave him a wave and reminded him to get enough sleep because sleep deprivation massively increases the risk of car accidents. He didn’t pay attention to the landscape. He talked with Scott about mostly meaningless stuff, didn’t return Erica’s smile because he was distracted by something and he also didn’t tell Harris to go fuck himself. He really should have told Harris off.

Now he’s in the school parking lot staring into the eyes of a truly furious and possibly crazy Jackson Whittemore who has him backed up against his Jeep and looks like he is about to skin Stiles alive.

Being cornered by Jackson is nothing new to Stiles. Although usually there are some of Jackson’s popular asshole friends with him. Usually Stiles is with Scott who will defend him with everything he has (and get his ass kicked as a result – Scott is not a fighter but it’s the thought that counts and the thought is awesome). Also, Jackson does not usually show up at school after being absent for the day just to harass Stiles. And he usually doesn’t look quite as mad as he does right now. So, this is a new situation and Stiles doesn’t like it one bit.

Jackson has both hands planted next to Stiles’ head against the car door. He moves in a little closer, their bodies are almost touching now and Stiles can see every pore of Jacksons face.

“I need your dad to back off. Tell him to leave me the fuck alone!” Jackson snarls.

This is…not what Stiles expected. He expected threats about not looking at Lydia, maybe with some homophobic slurs thrown in there (the irony is not lost on him).

“Whoa, dude, I have no idea what you’re on about. Did someone finally think about testing you for steroids? Did you get a ticket for driving too fast? Download the wrong kind of porn? Whatever it is is, I can tell you now, that my dad will not let you off the hook. He’s a cop through and through – he is the sheriff. If you did something wrong, I am sorry – or not so sorry, really – but you’re gonna get what’s coming. There is just no way I or anybody for that matter will convince my father to let this slide, whatever it is.”

In retrospect that was probably not the smartest thing to say. Stiles can admit that sometimes (okay, most times) he kind of sucks at keeping his mouth shut.

That's all I wrote 😔 Basically, the story diverges from canon right in the first episode with Peter biting Jackson instead of Scott. Chris Argent and Kate accompany Allison to a lacrosse game and they notice Jackson who uses his werewolf powers to win the game. They get suspicious. After / during the game Kate manages to drug Jackson with wolfsbane and then her and Christ stake out in front of his house. Later that night, Jackson's at home and so is Isaac across the street. Isaac has a fight with his dad and Jackson hears it because of his heightened senses. He goes over, probably more to complain than to help, (he's under the influence of wolfsbane and can barely control himself). He loses control when Mr. Lahey yells at him. He shifts and attacks Mr. Lahey. The Argents get out of their car and are ready to shoot Jackson. Jackson flees and gets almost run over by Mr. Stilinski's car, who was called to the scene. The sheriff sees Jackson in full-shift for a moment before Jackson escapes. Sheriff Stilinski also sees the Argents with their weapons out and arrests them. Chris decides to tell sheriff Stilinski about werewolves and makes him promise not to do anything about Jackson. In turn, Chris says he will tell the sheriff once he has caught Jackson. Jackson hides in the old train depot and calls Peter, his alpha. Peter is super annoyed and tells Jackson to lay low for the time being. Jackson really sucks at doing what he's told, though. He's freaking out. So he comes up with the brilliant idea to kidnap Stiles and then blackmail the sheriff into not arresting him for attacking Mr. Lahey. He only calls Peter after he has already kidnapped Stiles. Peter thinks that's not the worst plan actually. Derek is uncomfortable with it but doesn't question his alpha. And that's where my outline ended. There was also a side plot with Isaac. I wanted all the characters to find out about werewolves and then for their paths to cross. I wanted the sheriff to really struggle, unsure of who (if anybody) he should trust. I maybe wanted Stiles and Derek to fall in love?

#teen wolf #teen wolf fanfiction #abandoned wips #I'm just gonna post all of them here because why not?

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idle-rodent · 4 months ago

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YES oh my fricking gods he did. I'll never forgive the writers for not showing the aftermath and him dealing with the most traumatic event in his life but in-fudging-stead showing only Scott having bad time remembering it 2 SEASONS LATER FOR SOME REASON. S5 and 6 were rushed and half-assed. We don't talk about the movie. It's the Cursed Child of Teen Wolf. The Teen Flop. Anyway.

The way they WASTED. WASTED so much quality material after s3 and for what? So many micro-plot holes, seemingly meaningless but so so annoying when you start thinking about them. Was Derek the King on the chessboard because Stiles put his name there or was it the fox? If the latter, WHY would he put Derek as the most important chess piece, the one that needs protection the most? Was he fully aware of the meaning of it? He probably did, he is intelligent, but did he figure out what that means in the context of Stiles? Why would a human point to a werewolf as the most vulnerable? It doesn't make sense in a werewolf terms. Humans are squishy, weak, and can be possessed. The next logical choice for the King would be Stiles's dad - his last remaining parent, his caregiver. Even Scott as his best friend and "Alpha" would be more suitable. But no, it was Derek.

Wanna know my theory why? Because regardless if it was Stiles's or Void's choice, based on Stiles memory the person that could be affected the most by a loss of bodily autonomy and emotional manipulation, would be Derek. All that to be left unanswered though.

Another unanswered thing is when exactly did Stiles become his anchor instead of anger. The lockers room dream and how Derek actually had to see him there to remember the way to recognize whether it's a dream or reality. All that from the Void experience.

They wrote a dynamic and story between secondary characters that deserved it's own spin-off, but abandoned it because it'd be more popular than whatever they came up with for the main character of the show.

Next time the possession is being brought up is to villanize Stiles. Like, correct me if I'm wrong but I only recall it being mentioned because Theo wanted to "see the Void Stiles" and then when they were dealing with Anuk-Ite. The latter was what Scott was scared of - possessed Stiles. Once again, it's what effect the Void had on a character other than Stiles.

Let's be honest. Like HONEST honest. They didn't know what to do. The writers. Cuz why have TEENAGERS deal with the trauma of mass slaughter, seeing your school friend/love literally die, and go seek therapy, if you can have them just "get over it" during a summer break. Issues well hidden are issues gone am I right ha ha.

I swear, Sterek deserved more than metaphor onion and untreated issues.

THIS is what should have happened . . I mean stiles deserved more support after the void tbh

#teen wolf #derek hale #stiles stilinski #sterek

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 2 years ago

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how about a fic where Stiles is trying to learn werewolf culture and about his role as the alpha’s mate

Yeah.

Nesting Dolls by TheSleepyOne

(1/1 I 1,048 I Mature I Sterek)

When people think of a werewolf’s rut they think of the monster of myth. They conceive these thoughts of an aggressive beast with no care for their mates. They would say werewolves in rut were monsters worse than men. Creatures that should be burned alive before they could come for the woman and children. None of these people have actually been with a werewolf during his rut.

On Pack, On Family, On Love by AlexTheShipper

(1/1 I 1,352 I General I Sterek)

Stiles doesn't feel he's truly part of the pack, and Jackson doesn't help the problem. Derek has something to say on the matter.

Boo by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(1/1 I 1,837 I General I Sterek)

“Wolves are territorial.”

Stiles sighed explosively, rubbing at his face. “Yes, Derek. I know. I am best friends with one, and dating another. And have been in this pack since the tender age of sixteen, back when I was only an adorable little troublemaker as opposed to the drop dead gorgeous troublemaker I grew into. Why do you keep sayi—”

Stiles paused, and Derek practically saw the lightbulb over his head. He let his hands slide off his face, staring at Derek for a few seconds. The Werewolf stared back, then turned to go back to their cart before someone took it away thinking it’d been abandoned.

Werewolf Facts, Brought to You by an Alpha's Human Mate by Singing_Siren

(1/1 I 2,852 I General I Sterek)

The thing that most people don’t realize, despite the overwhelming evidence, is that werewolves are not human. Because of this, they do not act or think like humans. They have different instincts, different cultures and social norms. Stiles’s life was changed when he came to that realization, mostly for the better. Before then, he had been looking at the wolves’ behavior through a human lens, which led to bad times for everybody.

So, when new people become aware of the supernatural world, Stiles has a well thought out pamphlet waiting to help with the transition. He even has a numbered list of things that differ from werewolves to humans!

Stripped Like a Wire. Exposed Like a Nerve by Ailovlovyuu

(3/? I 4,306 I Explicit I Sterek)

In a world where Weres are known and co-exist with humans, Stiles wanders into the woods not expecting an invading pack on Hale territory. Now Derek, Stiles and Sherif Stilinski have to pick up the pieces of that night and move forward into the new life presented before them.

Aka

The one where the power of love heals and there’s a lot of cool were-society world building.

Cause I Built A Home (For You, For Me) by nymphe

(1/1 I 6,860 I Teen I Sterek)

Erica is giggling somewhere in the background. “I think he’d like exactly what you’d like, mom.”

Or, a 5 Times fic wherein Stiles doesn’t realize he’s been accidentally co-parenting a gang of furry teenagers/displaying Perfect Mate Characteristics, + the 1 Time Derek enlightens him.

I'm Coming Down Fast but Don't Let Me Break You by keldjinfae, Scribblesnpaws

(1/1 I 28,059 I Explicit I Sterek)

Survival in a supernatural hotspot like Beacon Hills can be a challenge when dealing with everything from overzealous hunters to an alpha werewolf with a migraine and a craving for onions. Fortunately, Stiles has a few simple rules to help keep everyone from ripping each other’s throats out. With their teeth. And no, Derek, he will not just “let that one go,” ever.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #mates #pack dynamics

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princeescaluswords · 2 years ago

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I can't get this post out of my head.

There's a reason that every time I see someone argue "well, the answer is to curate your own experiences!" I have to shake my head, because they are always, always, always missing the point.

There's a writer that I stumbled across over a year ago who tends to write what others might call dark fiction but I call exploitative fiction. In this writing, they make it a point to have Peter and Stiles (sometimes with other accomplices) murder Scott McCall and/or Alan Deaton. Sometimes there is humiliation or degradation involved. I've never seen any story where the victims are capable of defending themselves, let alone a serious threat. This writer has written this particular scenario dozens and dozens of times within a very narrow range of scenarios. It's obvious that the point of these stories isn't exploring dark themes. It's obviously revenge porn generated because a television show did not make the white male serial killer the main character.

I can say this because the victims of these stories are always Scott McCall and Alan Deaton, though recently they've expanded to include Melissa McCall, because of the way they treated the Hale Pack, by which they mean Peter Hale. It's revenge for denying Peter his legacy, rejecting his philosophy of killing your enemies, or refusing to submit. Though strangely, I've never encountered any stories where Peter and Stiles murder Derek for stealing the alpha power from Peter, they never humiliate the Sheriff or Parrish before slaughtering them for objecting to Peter's murder spree, and they never degrade Isaac before killing him for abandoning the Hale Pack.

Of course, these stories are never tagged appropriately; I didn't seek them out. I finally had to get in the habit of excluding that particular author specifically when searching for Teen Wolf fanfiction, because they come out with a story once a week. Their works are very popular; I won't include the name here, but I will share it in DMs if you want. The worst part is the subject isn't really unique; hundreds of other writers do the same thing of punishing characters for not bowing to white men. What's unique about this author is their volume and their attitude: they have a habit of putting a note a the end of their stories: "I write for stress relief, so I won't take criticism." Oh, is that why you write racist, pornographic violence?

The answer from many well-meaning people is "curate your own experiences!" In other words, let this writer and their followers have their own little corner of the internet and concentrate on avoiding them, which is possible, though it is easier said than done. But this admonition strikes me as galling in its tone deafness every time.

Why do I think this? Let's perform a thought experiment:

You walk into an auditorium to talk about something you love with 100 strangers you don't know and who don't know you. One person stands up and says "My life is filled with stress, so in order to cope, I repeatedly imagine black and brown people being murdered." You would probably try to move your chair a little further away from them, wouldn't you? But that's not the worst part. The worst part is that 92 other people start clapping for them. They appreciate having this content available. You become upset, because you find this behavior repulsive. (Everyone should find it repulsive). When you act in response, some positive soul turns to you and says "You could just have not come in here!" or "You could just leave!"

No one is stopping you from leaving and never coming back, but that wouldn't erase the fact that you know that there's a person out there who loves to imagine brown and black characters being killed in order to feel better about themselves, and there there are people who celebrate this person and reward them with their time and attention. All the "curating experience" won't erase the fact that this person is out there, still writing these stories, still finding 'relief' in writing a wrong because a television show decided that in this instance, a Latino teenager would be the good guy and the rich white male serial-killing con artist would be the bad guy.

I don't see how it could, and I'm going to say so.

#fandom racism #teen wolf fandom racism #fandom problems #fanfiction problems

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painofhumanity · 3 months ago

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"BULLSHIT," Stiles snapped. "You don't leave someone you consider your world behind, you don't- you don't just drop off the face of the earth for near a goddamn decade!" He didn't want to hear any explanations or justifications, because that would make him understand, and Stiles didn't want to understand; he just wanted to be angry. Because Stiles' anger burned hot, but it was better than the aching emptiness of his grief, or the feeling of being abandoned.

He let out a harsh, grating laugh that held no humor in it. "Protecting us? Is that what you think?" Stiles' face was hard as he thought back on all the times he'd nearly died in the past year and a half. "You're either an idiot, or an ass." He wasn't ruling out the man being both.

"You were serving your country, Dad was serving Beacon Hills, and you know where I was? I was watching my mom die. And then watching my dad try to drink himself through his grief and learning how to take care of the house by myself. And I spent the better part of the last ten years just hoping to God that he came home after every shift so that I didn't end up alone. So, sorry, if I don't really give a crap about what you think you were protecting me from."

Stiles shook with barely contained emotions and scrunched his face for a moment as he tried not to start crying in his anger and hurt. "Screw this. Screw you. We've all been just fine without you, so-- Feel free to go find Mom's grave and say hi and then go back to wherever the Hell you've been. . . Maybe next time someone dies you can be bothered to show up."

Vail gave a small nod at him in understanding. He could tell his nephew was pissed at him and he had a right to be. As far as Stiles knew, he vanished without a trace for no reason.

Still, he didn't expect to be pushed back like that, he just let out a sigh. "It wasn't something I wanted to do. I love-loved, my sister. She was my world. I was doing my job. Your dad, Ella, they knew I'd be out touch for who knows how long!" He didn't intend to yell at him, but volume control wasn't his strength, and he didn't appreciate the implication he would abandon Claudia like that.

"I was off the grid protecting all of us! I...I couldn't know anything! I wasn't allowed to talk to anyone! I would have left and been right here the moment I knew, damn any regulations, any commands!" He swallowed. "Claudia was my world. My idol. She's...she's d..." His voice broke, and he couldn't finish the sentence. He couldn't say dead yet, it was too real.

He glared at his nephew, his tone darkening, fighting to keep Set at bay. "Don't ever insinuate I would have abandoned her or any of you. I came here the moment I could. I will never forgive myself for not being there for her."

#stiles stilinski ; threads #vailtoset #PAIN #queue the raven: nevermore

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christinesficrecs · 2 years ago

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Hey Chris!! Do you know this particular fic, where stiles has to bond with Alpha Derek so that he could escape from Peter's clutches. The fic starts with a scene where stiles runs into Jackson and his lackies at night and Derek manages to save him and takes him to a hotel. I think he leaves with Derek after the bonding to live with his Pack, gets new friends.... And so on... I don't remember the rest.

Can anyone help with this one?

Thank you everyone!! It’s the first one but the 2nd one is pretty similar and not as wordy if you’re short on time. ❤️

Human is Just a Word by lady emebalia (emebalia) | 173.5K | Explicit

Getting claimed by a werewolf has so not been on Stiles' agenda for the night. But at least he can choose whose human pet he's going to be. That's a plus, right?

His Abandoned Omega by xcaellachx | 40.4K | Explicit

Stiles Stilinski is an omega who was promised to an unknown alpha in a much-anticipated and influential arranged mating. When his alpha never showed, his family and the town took it out on Stiles in the form of physical and mental abuse. He has become a shadow of himself, lonely and desperate for affection.

Derek Hale refused to let himself be trapped in an arranged mating so after college he never returned home. Now he must return to Beacon Hills because his father is ill, though he has a feeling it is nothing more than a trap.

One chance meeting changes both of their lives and Derek is determined to end his arranged mating so he can claim the omega of his dreams with the gorgeous whiskey eyes. Stiles is filled with hope for the first time in years, but he has sworn to save himself for his arranged alpha. Will Derek be able to change his mind or will the town beat Stiles down before he can?

#asks #sterek fics #ficrecs #lost and found

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babeyvenus · 2 years ago

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My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 51: Shadow Woman

After learning about Sam's history, Derek felt as if he understood her a bit better. He lightly dragged his thumb down her cheek as he frowned softly.

“I'm just glad you didn't die on us. I don't know what I would've done.”

He understood why she was the way she was.

“You're not alone, Derek.”

He understood why she and the boys were so close. Why she stayed with her mother. Why she acted the way she acted toward the others that they've come across.

“You haven’t given up trying to push me away, yet? It doesn’t get old?”

It made sense now.

“I'm not leaving you. I won't leave you.”

He was so curious about her and why she felt the need to be so persistent in helping him and Scott to begin with.

“I'm not gonna let you go out there if it means you're gonna die and I won't be able to do anything about it.”

It wasn't just because she cared… she was afraid. She was afraid of being alone.

“I don't wanna do that without you.”

He sighed softly, laying back against her pillows, and closed his eyes. With her brother and father missing, it messed her up. The abandonment dug a hole in her being and her friends only filled it so much.

This entire time… Derek was worried about himself. Thinking about himself and how he was the bane of everyone's pain but now he knew he wasn't just that. This wasn't his fault yet he felt like it was.

He wasn't here to protect her either.

Despite all that she's been through, she was still caring and not as cold as he expected her to be after hearing what happened.

In the beginning, he was just a stranger to her. The boys were right to have their suspicions and guards up around him, but she wasn't like them…

She could've been hostile toward him, but she wasn't. She was definitely crazy brave for standing up to him and Peter, regardless of their supernatural status. But she welcomed them all the same.

He frowned at another thought that plagued his mind. She could've been just like the Argents.

However, she was the opposite. She wasn't as threatening when she found out who bit Scott. Hell, she was on the Hales' side the entire time.

She could've hated him. He anticipated it. He wasn't supposed to care. He was supposed to gather betas for revenge. So was Peter. And he did.

But he lost his betas. His alpha spark and this girl, this once human girl, stayed by his side.

She made him think of Paige. Maybe… maybe this was his new chance. A chance to do better. To do right. To make sure he didn't relive a repeat.

He was… scared when Sam had gotten bit.

He hid it well, but he was terrified. Terrified that he'd let another innocent girl die because of his mistakes.

She could've lost her life and she didn't blame him for getting bit. She made it seem like it was a normal occurrence when she told her mother.

He thanked his lucky stars. That was, if he had any.

Even laying next to her, he felt lucky. The dim moonlight that peeked through her curtains, he saw how her usually plump cheeks were less swollen from crying so hard.

Her eyes were still a little puffy, but it didn't bother him much. She slept peacefully. At least he hoped.

This wasn't something he expected to come home to. Another family reunion? One that wasn't mysteriously his?

He wondered about her father and brother. Was the trip even worth it? Was it worth tearing her apart so emotionally?

Did they really miss her?

Derek lifted a hand to hover his fingertips over her cheek. He glanced at the small faded scar over her eyelid. He felt guilty that it hadn't healed completely before she got bit.

She'd probably tell him that it wasn't his fault. She was always like that. He kinda wished she'd just yell at him, tell him to get lost, to never see her or her friends again.

Maybe it'd hurt less if she had. He can't imagine why anyone would hurt her so bad even as a kid. She sounded so sweet and kind hearted from what Stiles had described.

It made him wish he'd met her earlier. Before the fire. Before Kate.

His thoughts paused as he heard a soft groan come from her and watched as she woke up. Her eyes slowly opened and met his, a relieved expression washed over her face.

"Hi.", she whispered softly. A small smile lifted his lips. "Hi.", he responded. "How're you feeling?"

She let out a muffled noise and rubbed her face on her pillow. "Still kinda tired, but I'm okay. You okay?"

He let out a snort. Worried about him as always… "Yeah. I'm okay."

He watched as she lifted a hand, the tips of her fingers pressed against his scruffy cheek. "You're really here…", she muttered.

He nodded. "I'm back."

She dropped her hand with a small huff and a smile. Derek returned her smile and brought her into his hold. "I missed you.", he muttered in her hair. She nuzzled into his chest. "I really missed you."

He laid a kiss on top of her forehead and looked down at her. "How come you were sick?", he asked softly.

She looked up at him, a questioning look on her face. "When I came home, I smelled you all over my couch. I smelled your pain. You were sick. Why?", he responded.

"I got drugged and kidnapped.", she muttered, looking down. Derek's face hardened. What the hell happened while he was gone?

"By who?", he asked. "A guy me, Stiles and Scott knew when we were younger.", she responded. She told him everything that happened from meeting Theo to him being dragged to hell by his dead sister.

Good riddance, Derek thought. The boy was power hungry and it didn't set Derek in a good way. Even going as far to get everyone to hate Stiles and getting Liam to kill Scott. It was too much.

He wanted to ask her so many other questions. How much had he missed out on since he left?

There was one thing that also bothered him. While he went to visit Cora, the sky suddenly changed one night. It tripped him out so much, he thought he hadn't even slept yet.

"Did a weird thing happen here? Like a sudden change in the sky?", he asked. Sam felt her cheeks heat up in embarrassment as she shrunk under her covers. That was one detail she left out of her explanation.

So her powers did reach around the world…

She hadn't meant to do that. It was an accident.

Derek looked at her in confusion. "What? What happened?", he asked quietly.

She looked up at him. "I did it…" He raised a thick eyebrow in question. "Did what?", he asked. She grumbled in embarrassment. "I changed the sky. It wasn't my fault. I had this stupid hallucination. When Stiles snapped me out of it, the next thing I know, it's night outside."

She waited for him to laugh. To let out a teasing chuckle. To tell her she was being a big baby and that it was reckless of her to do that.

He did neither of those things, to her surprise. Instead, he wrapped an arm around her, his thumb rubbing at her back. "You wanna tell me what the hallucination was about?", he asked softly.

He didn't wanna pressure her, considering the last hallucination almost made her drown herself out of guilt. He couldn't imagine what this one was like.

She frowned softly and told him what she saw. In the end, Derek was jumbled with emotions. They were bouncing everywhere. He was worried, relieved, pissed and pleased all at the same time.

He was relieved she couldn't sense chemosignals.

"I don't know. I know that house meant a lot to you, but it brings me comfort too. I don't know why. I used to get relieved when I saw it. Now the loft holds that relief for me too.", she says. He looked down at her, but she didn't meet his eyes.

Her safe place was where he resided…

He wondered if the boys had figured that out already. Maybe Peter did. It was no wonder why they smelled her all over the couch.

It was a faint smell, but potent nonetheless. If her comfort wasn't something she could explain, he wouldn't question it anymore.

She sighed and sat up. "What's wrong?", he asked.

She looked at him. "We gotta figure out who's been kidnapping people for youth.", she said.

He sat up on his elbows. "You actually wanna help them?", he asks, referring to the two that came with the info.

She frowned. "I'm not helping them. I'm helping the people who are in danger.", she corrected. "Even if it meant you had to work with them?", he asked.

She paused. Would she have to work with them? It'd be awkward and annoying. If she could avoid it, it'd be great.

She sighed through her nose. "If it can't be helped…"

She lifted herself out of the bed, floating softly on the carpet floor as she stretched. Derek watched in surprise, fully sitting up now. He really missed out on a lot.

"You can fly now?", he muttered. She turned to him. "What, jealous?", she asked, teasingly.

He scoffed with a smile as she went to freshen up. When she disappeared in her bathroom, he turned on a lamp and laid back down on her bed, looking around her room.

It seemed bigger than the last time he came. There were things that he hadn't noticed. He knew about her little bookshelf that she had acquired before he left. Her desk was neater and she ended up getting a new alarm clock.

She had a slightly bigger TV sat on an entertainment center that stood next to her bedroom door.

Looks like that spot's taken if he ever were to come back by himself. But he didn't think he'd need to sneak in the house anymore now. But, it was a force of habit.

The entertainment center was neatly occupied by DVD cases, PlayStation controllers, the console and games.

Why hadn't he noticed all of this before…?

Maybe because they were constantly running around trying to stay alive from any possible threat that harmed their lives…

Had he been doing a good job teaching her to stay alive…?

He'd like to think so, considering she was still alive.

"Your thoughts are loud.", he hears and looks over at Sam who emerged from the bathroom dressed more comfortably.

He lets out a chuckle. She smiled and walked over to him.

"What else have you learned about your new powers?", Derek asked. She hummed and used her shadow to make her float and sat on top of the black blob that floated below her.

"Well, now that I know I can change the day to night, I have to work on that before I unintentionally do that again and cause a worldwide situation.", she said.

She frowned in thought. There was a new thing she tried, but it was worth a shot. She reached for his head and plucked a strand, making him reel back, and place a hand on his head in reaction. "The hell was that for?", he fussed, scratching at his slightly sore scalp.

She floated to her carpet floor, creating a glowing resin that she had done before and placed the strand of dark hair in the middle.

It was a harmless thing, of course. She knew that, but it was still shocking to him.

He watched as the small, illuminated crescent moon appeared on her forehead and looked at his hand that seemed to glow as well.

He lifted his hand and saw a similar illuminated moon on the corner of his wrist, inspecting it as it faded.

He looked at Sam as she looked at him with a sheepish smile. "I kinda made a link to you. It'll let me know if something's wrong with you.", she explained. He understood now.

It was creative. Smart.

He smiled. "Thanks for that.", he said. Her eyes nearly sparkled at his smile. It always brought butterflies in her stomach, but brought her relief that he was still able to even after everything that happened.

She smiled.

The next day, the pack met up at Scott's house, discussing what they should do about the kidnapped.

"Where should we even look first?", Lydia asked.

"They said there were people running away from Beacon Hills, but they weren't far. So that just means that whoever's doing the kidnapping is still here.", Stiles said.

Scott turned to Sam. "Why don't we ask your grandma?", he asked. Sam looked at him in confusion. "Why my grandma?"

They looked at her, confused as well. "You… don't know?", Liam asked. She looked at him then looked at her packmates. "Know what?"

Stiles frowned. "Your mom told us your grandma pretty much knows every single supernatural thing in Beacon Hills. Including the Argents."

Sam frowned deeply, and glanced at Derek who looked at her with an expression that gave the confirmation.

The truth dropped into her stomach with a nauseating wave. Her eyes weakly blinked. "I feel sick.", she muttered.

"It's not your fault.", Derek quickly reassured.

Sam rubbed at her temples as she sat down. She knew her mom went to her grandma for help as far as protection spells, but…

It made sense that she knew about the supernatural things in Beacon Hills, but…

Why hadn't she gone to her for help before?

Sam let out a sigh, dragging a hand down her face. "Fine. We'll go to her to see what she knows."

They couldn't go to the store since it was closed on certain days so Sam drove the girls and led the boys to her grandma's house.

She stared at the house with a frown. It brought back memories that bothered her a bit. Shaking it off, she got out of her car and walked up to the porch, knocking on the door.

The pack stood behind her and waited.

Three more knocks and they could hear the old rickety door opening. To the pack's surprise, they saw an older woman that was shorter than Sam despite having some of her features.

She didn't have grey hair, rather dark hair with white streaks. Her eyes seemed approachable whilst she wore a smile that could warm anyone's heart.

It definitely warmed Sam's. She smiled and gave her grandma a hug. "Hi, granny.", she softly greeted.

The older woman greeted her back with a hug and scolded the girl. "You should've told me you were bringing company. Y'all come on in."

The pack looked at Sam for confirmation and the girl only smiled, nodding her head towards the door as she walked through.

As she looked around, she felt a sense of familiarity. She hadn't exactly been to the house in years. Seeing her at the shop was enough and she wasn't always exactly invited. Especially not recently with everything going on.

Sam was trying to avoid giving her grandmother any type of hints that she was now involved with supernatural mysteries and fights.

Now, she had no choice but to tell her. "So, why the visit?", she hears her grandma ask.

Sam turns to her, "We came here to see what you knew about the recent supernatural issues that's been happening. Something about someone kidnapping people to make themselves younger."

The older woman's face turned into a frown as she looked at her granddaughter's friends. Taking one good look at them, she pointed at each. "Werewolves," She said pointing at Liam, Scott and Derek. She pointed at Malia. "Coyote."

She looked at Kira and huffed. "Kitsune." She pointed at Lydia, "Banshee." She looked at Stiles. "You were possessed…"

Stiles looked down, scratching behind his neck. Anita turned to her granddaughter. "How long have you known?"

"About the supernatural or the recent issue?", Sam asked.

"Both, while we're at it.", Anita responded, crossing her arms. Sam sighed and glanced at her pack before looking back at her grandma.

"For a while now.", Sam responded. It wasn't completely a lie, and it was an avoidance. Anita sighed, rubbing her temple.

"I know a lot of what's here in Beacon Hills. I know what's what and weaknesses and strengths. But what you're looking for will be hard to find.", Anita determined.

Sam frowned as her grandmother walked into a hall that was lined up with bookshelves. She pulled a book out of the bookshelf in front of her.

She opened it, and walked back to Sam. "The thing you're looking for is normally called a shadow person.”, she says, handing the book over to Sam. “They drain people of their energies and life force in their sleep. But if what you're looking for is a woman, then that would be a shadow woman, of course.”

Sam looked at the description in the book then paused as she looked up at her grandma. "How'd you know it was a woman?"

Anita scoffed, "The shadow man doesn't drain people to make himself younger. More powerful, maybe, but definitely not younger. A shadow woman may be trying to make herself more physical, hence draining people out of their youth to make her look young."

Sam closed the book. "If it's just a woman, that'll be easy.", she determined, walking past her.

Anita stopped her. "Hold your horses. Why are you so confident?"

Sam turned to her, an eyebrow raised. "You don't know?", Scott asked.

Anita looked confused. What had her granddaughter not told her?

"I thought you knew every supernatural thing that happens in Beacon Hills?", Malia asked. Anita frowned. "I know of every supernatural thing in Beacon Hills. Not what happens in Beacon Hills.", she corrected and turned to her granddaughter.

"Mom's leaving you out of the loop, too, huh?", Sam said and sighed. "I can control shadows and apparently the night as well.", she confessed.

Anita was more than surprised, she was intrigued and almost seemed expectant.

"Your mom had you do some studying too, hm?", Anita asked. Sam frowned a bit, but agreed nonetheless.

If she didn't know about everything that's happened, she doesn't need to now. Sam felt no need to explain more.

"Who's been protecting you?", Anita asked. "Who's your entities?"

"Nyx and Hecate. Sometimes Eris.", Sam confessed, shocking Anita a bit.

Sam sighed. "I've done all my research and if that's all then thanks for the book, granny. I'll see you later.", she said, smiling and pushing her friends out of the door.

Anita followed and watched from the porch as the pack piled into their cars and pulled out from her driveway.

She has the power to manipulate shadows to her will and has the power of the moon…

Anita smirked.

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