Little Red Hoodie - MaryLouLeach (2024)

Chapter 1: Marks

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Derek the highschool king and top alpha was pacing the small hospital room. He glared at a nervous Jackson and an anxious but quiet Boyd.

“As long as we keep the story straight we are fine, it’s not like the little freak can prove otherwise.” Jackson glared from Boyd to an overly calm Derek.

“Then why the f*ck are we even here Jackson!” Boyd snapped, the dark skinned athlete stood up and met the now growling Jackson. Derek stood between the two glad the hall was empty.

“Listen we are all a little on edge. It was an accident, right. Who knows if Freakinski even knows what happened, the nurse said he presented. It suits our story, we happened to witness his little accident he flipped his piece of sh*t jeep and rolled down that slope into a tree. Alright. We had no reception out there so we pulled him from the jeep and brought him in.”

“We don’t all have to be here.” Derek growled pushing a fumeing Jackson back. “Where’s Lydia?”

“She’s freaking out she won't come into the hospital. You know banchee and all. That and she’s nervous the cops will get involved. She thinks this is her fault.”

“It is her fault, you two were the ones arguing she pulled the keys out of the ignition and threw them like a spoiled little princess! We were in the middle of the f*cking road! Because the two of you can’t keep your hormones under control! Stilinski could have been killed if he didn't present. Humans don’t f*cking heal!” Boyd spat keeping his voice low.

“He’s a nobody who’s going to look into this? He’s the one that flipped the jeep-” Jackson defended his girlfriend.

“To avoid hitting the car we were in!” Boyd growled moving to push his friend, obviously he wasn’t getting through to the idiot. “Yeah, and while we are on humans you do get that Lydia would not have survived that kind of hit either. You should be thanking Stilinski! Not trying to think of another way to make his life hell! You do know when Derek pulled him from the jeep, his first words were ‘is anyone hurt?’ He actually was worried about us. You should be worried about him. Instead you’re out here scared that your lawyer daddy is going to send you away to military school or take the keys to your f*cking stupid ass charger!”

“He’s threatened one more f*cking mess up, and he will. I wouldn’t see Lydia again until we graduated. We’re bonded! That’s a long time! Not to mention her parents would send her away to some reform school. Why should our lives be-”

“You shallow piece of-” Boyd’s clenched fist came up, Derek stepped between the two.

“Boyd! Don’t act like you’re any better. What would happen to you with an arrest on your record? No lacrosse scholarship and bye bye free ticket out of Beacon Hills. You’ll be working at the gas station going to the BH community. I’m sure Erica would stick around to be with such an awesome winner.” Jackson pushed at the dark hand that twisted his front collar.

Derek winced, that was below the belt he put a firm hand on both their shoulders, “Why would the cops get involved? Like we said we keep to the story.” Derek snapped. “Jackson go calm down Lydia let her know everything is under control no one is going to go down for this. Boyd, you can leave, I’ll stick around for the little bastard to wake up and I’ll give him a warning. “

“Are you sure we shouldn’t just-”Boyd released Jackson his dark eyes questioning his long time friend. He trusted Derek, but the guilt, it didn’t sit right with him. He couldn’t get the image of the bruised and bloody human out of his head.

“What come clean?” Jackson glared at his lacrosse teammate.

“I mean the kid just presented after being in a big accident. And the nurse did say his body didn’t take the change well he’s in there now on some pretty scary meds. And he’s a f*cking omega. I mean Derek if you got caught threatening an omega-”

“They’re the weaker of the three categories.” Jackson cut Boyd off, “It would be an easy threat just a little pheromones and the kid won't be able to even move. No harm no foul. “

“It’ll be fine. Just go. It’s less suspicious the fewer of us are around.” Boyd looked disappointed and turned passing by Jackson without a word.

“Don’t worry about this I have it handled. I’ll see you at school Monday.” Derek patted his friend on the shoulder.

Jackson nodded, “Is it weird that the doctor thanked us for bringing him in like we saved his life. Unreal. We might even become heros by monday.” Jackson smirked and jogged down the empty corridor back to Lydia who stood outside waiting for him.

Derek didn’t care about Lydia’s meltdown this was her fault and if he hadn’t been riding in the back because he had been drinking at a party that night he would already be home. Instead he had to catch a ride with that power couple of BH High, more like powerfully dysfunctional.

At least he had Jennifer’s number tucked securely away in his cell contacts, she was well worth today’s trouble. Rumors were right, as the new girl and a beta at that, she gave an awesome blow j*b. He frowned, looking down at his forearm covered by the soft white leather of his maroon letter jacket.

He had felt his arm burn when he pulled the smaller boy from flipped old jeep, he could feel the pain replicated in a similar place, he had at first thought he cut himself on some glass or random piece of twisted metal. He didn't care at the time, because he was an alpha and alphas healed fast.

However when he laid the dazed younger boy in the grass he’d pulled up his own sleeve examining just what he refused to believe.

There on the flat surface of his well toned forearm was a tattoo, the black markings caused his already adrenaline infused heart to pound harder in his chest. Jackson was too busy trying to calm Lydia and Boyd was trying to get service on his cell phone to take notice of Derek’s world falling apart around him.

He could feel the heat radiating off the little freak, just earlier that day Derek had knocked all of stiles books off his desk in Lit. I mean what the hell was a Sophom*ore doing in a junior’s English class? f*cking showoff! He was in most of Derek’s classes and his scores made them all (alphas and betas) look like a bunch of idiots. Some of the teachers even added fuel to the fire, alphas were supposed to be at the top of every ladder betas their close second and omegas at the bottom, however this nobody neutral was making them look bad.

Whenever Derek messed with him the kid said nothing he would just collect his notebooks, his textbooks and scattered pencils and pens that had been on his desk. Or whatever else Derek felt like knocking over or throwing.

The alpha had wanted some kind of reaction he was prepared for a reason to hit the f*cking loser but Stilinski kept his head down and ignored the laughter of those in class along with the erasers launched at his turned back. Some teachers put him at the front of class and that just made it easy to throw gum, or erasers or spitballs at his cropped hair.

Now Derek was looking down at smaller form, he quickly pulled the sleeve of Stilinski’s red hoodie back revealing some kind of continuation of his own mark. Even with his heightened vision he couldn’t make out what the soul mark was exactly. This didn’t matter, what kind of luck did he have to be saddled with this freak? Had he wronged someone in a past life? Karma was going to make him pay dearly for whatever past indiscretions.

Derek pushed all this away he had to focus, if his parents found out he was drinking at a party he would lose his car, his phone and whatever privileges his parents felt necessary. Just when things were getting interesting with Jennifer.

The young alpha growled entering the room, there was an IV drip leading into the young wolf’s thin arm.

Why were there still bruises? He should be healing now at a fast rate, still the left side of his face had multiple scratches from the shattered glass of the driver side window, a big gash just at the pup’s hairline had started to form an ugly purple bruise. Why did Stilinski look so pathetic, almost ghostly white and where was the kid’s parents? He had heard the nurse make the call almost two hours ago. Derek’s parents would be freaking out if they had a call from the hospital.

Maybe the freak’s parents found him just as useless as everyone else. The captain of the lacrosse team pushed any remorse away, this kid could ruin his life, imagine being stuck with a useless soulmate with a neutral scent.

He paused, no scratch that, under the horrible scent of hospital antiseptic, alcohol and saline there was something else. Something like fresh honey and vanilla was blossoming becoming stronger the more he took notice of it. His inner wolf growled wanting to be closer, and he shook his head pushing that idea away. That wasn’t even something he would explore, obviously his nerves were wearing on his wolf.

He quickly turned Stilinski’s right hand over, wondering now why the pup’s hand felt ice cold. Derek remembered his own presenting it was a stomach ache and a fever. It kept him out of school for a day. He woke up the next morning feeling like a million dollars and everything had been easy since. Being an alpha meant he was less than 5 percent likely to ever catch a cold, and 1 percent likely to develop a life threatening disease.

That and he could run and jump higher than his piers that had yet to present, he was always picked first and being alpha meant he was always surrounded by people who wanted to be acquainted with him, wanted to know him and endless girls fell into that last department.

Stilinski, was the worst of the worst he was an unpresented blood born were, meaning he couldn’t phase until he presented he didn’t belong with the humans and he didn’t belong with a pack he was a nobody. Derek had heard the kid was prone to panic attacks, he didn’t socialize with anyone but Mccall, but that was until Mccall joined lacrosse. Jackson had made it clear that if he was going to be apart of their circle of friends there was a no losers allowed rule, and the scent of loser always covered Mccall as long as he associated with Freakinski.

Now, Derek was saddled with the threat of bonding with said freak, because that's what Stilinski was. He should have presented in middle school. Really who was a neutral in high school? All of this was besides the point.

Derek didn’t care about Stilinski and his faulty genetics. What he did care about was his friends and them not getting into any trouble. Jackson was already in a strained relationship with his father, this little mishap could definitely end him in some reform school. Derek had to keep him Stilinski quiet, if the kid didn’t tell anyone about what really caused his accident then no harm no foul.

Insurance would take care of the piece of sh*t jeep maybe the pup would even get a better car cause really the jeep was lame. It might even buy Stilinski some kind of popularity points, he could really use something because dorky, spaz just put a big target on his back.

And as far as their bonding mark goes, well Derek was going to find a way out of that. Derek’s heart was starting to finally calm, and his scattered thoughts finding a reasonable outcome to this f*cking horrible situation.

Then Stalinski started to stir, his whiskey colored eyes blinking open slowly, a hand clumsily shooting up to pull at the oxygen cannula under his nose. His split bottom lip reopened as he mouthed something like a fish out of water. He groaned, and tried to speak again, Derek remained silent caught in the swirl of such brown eyes. Did Stalinski always look so fragile? He was obviously confused but there was something else there in their depths.

“Dad?” He groaned blinking he turned the purpling side of his face towards Derek sensing a presence. There was a whimper and more confusion, Derek wanted to growl to be threatening but somehow his wolf refused. Instead his voice came out unsteady,

“No. I’m not your f*cking dad.”

“Derek?” Stilinski squinted, Derek felt the skip of a steady heart beat, “Is everyone okay?” The newly presented werewolf caught his breath a shaky hand going to his obviously injured left side. “Did I hit anyone?”

This caught Derek off guard again, “Why do you care idiot?”

“It hurts.” the boy whimpered reaching for the call button but Derek had to keep his cool had to be intimidating.

“Hey! Focus idiot.” He took the call button remote holding it away from the broken omega, those whiskey colored eyes started to fill with panic as did the newly developed scent.

“Listen freak, I’ll only say this once. You don't remember how you flipped your jeep. We found you in that ditch. You're grateful. You were presenting and lost control. And this! “ Derek held up his forearm for the younger pup to see.

“Not you. Not you. I don’t want you.” came the pained whine.

“You’ve got it wrong! It’s me who doesn’t want you! So keep it quiet or else!” The alpha let go of the call button remote, wrinkling his nose. There was another flood of fear and anxiety like waves, wide eyes watched fearfully at the still raised arm, Stilinski tried to scoot farther away from the alpha teen. Did he think Derek was going to hit him?Derek almost phased tasting the flood of emotion saturating the air. The omega was hurt and the alpha wanted to protect, now that was damn confusing.

“Please don’t.” A hoarse plea, another whimper. “Just leave me alone.” Breathless now.

Derek felt his wolf whimper and snap as if gnawing at an invisible muzzle, his paws clawing to get out just below the surface. An eerie feeling of rejection pushed at Derek and both he and his wolf didn’t like it. The human part of Derek was surprised but the wolf was angry.

A nurse burst into the room just then trying to calm the boy, several alarms were going off in the room.

“Sorry Mr. Hale please step away, we have to stabilize him first.” The beta nurse snapped.

“What’s wrong?”

“He’s just a little touch starved and his body is weak from presenting. Don’t take what he says to heart, when dealing with touch starvation it’s normal for the one suffering to recoil from any touch, even a familiar one. Don’t go far. As his soulmate we’ll need you to scent and hold him but first-“

“I’m not his soul mate. I hardly know him-“ Derek lied, but somehow he was holding the omega’s icy hand in his own. When did that happen?

The woman pulled the alphas sleeve back one eyebrow raised at the halfmoon and what looked like three half bands.

The omega had the continuation of the three black bands and the other half of the moon. “Stick around bonding services will be around to register you. Congratulations kid, most of us spend our whole lives searching and never finding our match.”

Derek was outside refusing to go back in the room, anyway Stilinski had obviously settled without his scent as an anchor. The nurses were shaking their head, the omega’s father still hadn’t shown up. The bonding coordinator was an annoying man named Deaton, once he assured Derek of the Bonding Privacy act, even though he was technically still a minor untill he was eighteen and for the omega it would twenty-five, the alpha decided to leave. He accepted the brochures and appointment card from Deaton and then made to leave.

He was right on time because he was passing the Sheriff in the empty hall. Good thing Boyd was long gone, his guilt would have definitely given them away.

Derek was outside wondering how the hell he was going to get home when a heavy hand clamped down on his shoulder. “Derek Hale?” The deep voice growled and the teenager spun around ready to be put in handcuffs and taken away.

“Yes. Sir.” he hated how his voice came out almost as a squeak. However the alpha Sheriff who had a familiar scent didn’t take notice, instead he took the teens right hand in an iron grip and slapped his right shoulder heavily.

“You saved him. You were there and you pulled him from the wreck. I owe you so much pup.” Derek was so confused and even more so when the alpha embraced him.

“He’s my only son. He’s all I have.” The alpha released the teen, “I’ll have one of my deputies give you a ride home. If you have any problems with your parents just have them call me and I’ll explain. You are a hero kid.”

Derek cringed inwardly, and then the words hit him. Of course Stilinski was Sheriff Noah Stilinski's son, his only son. His now only omega son, and Derek had threatened him. Not like he would carry out a threat especially against an omega, but that wouldn’t matter.

Chapter 2: Feel

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Jackson waited for the Sheriff to leave before stepping into the light, his normal smug grin long gone, replaced by one the alpha didn’t recognize. Derek just wanted to get home and sleep, just put this whole thing far away from him.

“sh*t. The Sheriff is his f*cking dad?” Jackson turned back to the hospital entrance watching the retreating back of the officer, as if the Sheriff was coming back for them.

“Why are you still here? I thought you were taking Lydia home.”

Jackson shrugged, “ I did, I dropped her off and came back because I figured you would need a ride. Boyd too.”

Derek could smell the guilt, “His dad, just showed up. That’s what was taking so long.”

“Is he alright now? I mean he should be healing faster right? Now that he presented.”

The Hale Alpha’s eyebrows shot together again, that was unexpected, Jackson looked pale still, he wasn’t in pain physical but something else was bothering him. “Lydia is just going through a lot right now with her parents and our bond. I’m sorry that you and Boyd were caught up in it. Her parents aren’t banshees like she is but her grandmother is, and her aunt as well as an impressive amount of cousins and what not. They work for the government and law enforcement. Her mom is pressuring her to do the same, which means they want her to join a pack. That means I would have to join one with her and I don’t want to be apart of-look sorry Derek this isn’t something you need to know. I just wanted to tell you sorry from us both. “

Derek put a hand on his friend’s shoulder, “I get it. Man we aren’t even seniors yet. Tell her to start worrying about that sh*t next year. Lets just be happy we are Varsity members, we have semi okay grades and play first string on all the sports teams we choose. Life is good, lets enjoy it while we can. Anyway. Packs aren’t as bad as you think, if you’re really worried. I can have my mom talk to you both, she knows all about packs and can even find ones you might find worthy of the great Jackson Whittemore. There are smaller ones in the area that could use a lawyer, if that's what you are going to be when you grow up. Lydia might not even want to work law enforcement. I thought she found psychology was way more interesting.”

“See! You get it!” Jackson perked up. “Anyway I tried texting you-”

“f*ck! My phone. “ Derek made a face turning back to the hospital, he should go back and get it. He didn’t want to, he actually contemplated just buying a new one. However that one had Jenifer’s number in it. He thought he had put it in his pocket but obviously he left it back in the hospital room when Deaton was talking to him. He was too busy pushing all the new information down into a dark place where he could process it alone.

The two came up short just outside the room where the newly presented Stiles was recovering.

“How could you be so irresponsible? What the hell were you even doing out this late! Answer me Stiles!”

Jackson flinched putting a hand to his face trying to cover the smell of anxiety coming from not just the injured omega but the anger from the Sheriff.

“I was just out for a drive. I needed to clear my head. I wasn’t feeling well-” Stiles answer was almost a whisper but the two wolves outside the hospital room had good enough hearing they picked up on it. They could hear the sob, the smell of salt added more to the anxiety, both wolves tensed fearing that was it, the omega would buckle.

“Stiles-son. I-” the Sheriff’s tone softened, Derek wondered if he was regretting his harsh tones and angry pheromones. The alpha could visualize the omega scooting away from his father in the same way he had when he decided Derek was a threat. Was the Sheriff abusive? It wouldn’t be the first time someone in power was easily covering their actions. Isaac's father had been hurting Isaac for years and no one knew until recently. It had been the Sheriff to discover Isaac in that freezer. It didn’t make sense if it was the same Alpha that was so outraged for Isaac to be hurting the up until now unpresented son.

Derek fought the urge to push into the room, he could feel fear and a confusing wave of rejection. Somehow he knew it wasn’t from him, Stiles was in pain still. Why was he still in pain? He should have healed by now, why hadn’t he healed? The pain was almost overwhelming Derek and then panic was adding to it.

“Dude he’s just as bad as my dad.” Jackson whispered not meeting Derek’s eyes, the alpha ignored his friend, who found the alpha’s phone on an empty chair.

Derek was already bursting into the room causing Stiles to flinch he had turned his face away from his father into a pillow. This action bared the boys neck it was a sign of submission and Derek held back a growl.

The Sheriff frowned “Oh-” Derek couldn’t find his words, “My phone.” He was walking towards Stiles without consenting with his brain, or at least he hadn’t told his legs to move. They operated on their own. There was a deeper tone to his voice almost possessive, and the alpha Sheriff tensed “Sorry for the interruption.” He didn’t understand why his voice wasn’t sounding sorry at all.

The Sheriff narrowed his eyes from Derek whose hands were resting on the bed’s safety bar near Stiles’ bruised face. The boy was curled up, his bruised face still hidden his breaths coming up short. Derek’s wolf howled, scratching at the surface needing to touch, to calm and scent it’s new mate.

Instead Derek kept his wolf back, barely.

“I just remembered I hadn’t said goodbye to Stiles. “ It sounded lame to him his voice even sounded strained, but the Sheriff was now too distracted by an angry doctor and disapproving nurse.

“Sheriff I know he’s your son but he’s been through a lot tonight, he’s not healing. As expected from his medical history.”

Derek stopped listening instead he instinctively did something his uncle had once showed him, not all alphas could do it but he knew he could. He’d done it for his little brother once when he fell from the porch. This however was bigger than a scraped knee.

He put a hand on Stile’s guarded abdomen, sliding under the bruised arm to where his ribs were on fire. He could feel the intense burn in his own ribs, he felt the pain crawl up his fingertips and then arm. He waited for the intensity to pass and went for the carefully wrapped arm.

“See you at school.” The alpha growled before he took the pain from the boy’s injured arm. The omega’s breathing seemed less labored and more steady his face had even turned towards the alpha, eyes closed he was asleep.

Derek studied the bruises, focusing on the mole dotted face. Had the boy always looked so small? The alpha remembered shoving the kid against a locker, he tried to recall the small body against his own. It was fun, at the time at least flinging the easy target against the lockers. But, had he always been so fragile? He looked younger than his age, and Derek fought the urge to push fingers through the disheveled hair.

The Hale alpha left the room while the Sheriff and Doctor continued to speak in lowered aggressive tones. “He’s been here over three hours and you are just showing up. The boy is touch starved Sheriff-”

“What did you do?” Jackson was nervous.

“I reminded him to keep quiet. Come on let’s get out of here.” Derek just wanted to return to his bed, the ache in his arm and ribs was just a low throbb, nothing compared to what Stilinski had been holding in.

When he laid in his comfortable bed, it wasn’t guilt that sat in his throat before exhaustion finally let him sleep.

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Stiles woke up in his room alone, glad it was home and not the hospital. His father wasn’t speaking to him other than angry disappointed barking of orders. Sure Stiles was a failure, he presented as an omega. Why couldn’t he have been a beta? Why was the universe his enemy? He had a sh*tty immune system and sh*ttier genetics due to some mysterious illness his mother had when he was still developing in her womb. That’s why Stiles was such a late bloomer as they say, maybe it was the same illness that had her take her own life.

Stiles knew she secretly hated him as well, though he had been seven he remembered her words. Her rejection, he remembered the blood that pooled under her. Even now the smell of blood causes him to feel light headed sends him into a panic. So does being caged in by small rooms, so did everything, he was just useless wasn’t he.

He didn’t want to go to school ever again if it meant he would have to face his three tormentors. Why did it have to be Derek Hales?

Thankfully, he was allowed a week off so here he was in his room on a school day, a wednesday to be more accurate. He hated the idea of falling behind in assignments, his grades were above average but maybe not now. He normally would text Scott and ask his best friend to get him his homework. However thats never going to happen, his cell had been quiet these last three days. He thought maybe Scott would at least feel bad and show up once with some snacks and a new video game to help fight off boredom.

Thinking of Scott made his chest hurt, like some invisible string that was unraveling. There was a hard knock on his front door again, maybe that’s what made him wake up from his nap. That was another thing, since presenting all he did was nap, apparently his useless body was trying to get used to all the new unsubtle changes.

He sighed wondering who the hell would be knocking, he didn’t remember ordering anything. So no pizza, no packages? Maybe a wrong house, that happened, the neighbor was always ordering weird things in odd sized packages. He claimed it was workout equipment but Stiles had his doubts. He didn’t want to sign for anything he would have to walk over and give to the neighbor when he was finally home.

“Alright, alright.” He groaned “Hold your horses-” He opened the door expecting the ups man or the new younger mailman the one with the green eyes and nice thighs. Instead it was a highschool lacrosse player and his very irritable girlfriend.

Yes, Erica Reyes was standing on Stiles’ front porch arms crossed over her chest wearing her trademark black leather jacket, her dark eyes with even darker eyeshadow had Stiles frozen like a mouse caught in a cat’s sights.

A cat wearing a very short black skirt, long legs and were those fishnets. She always did look good in fishnets, Stiles wondered how exactly someone like Boyd a jock in just jeans and t-shirts could hold the attention of the blond goddess of leather. Then again Boyd was pretty buff and well he played as a starter on the lacrosse team and football team and hell he even played ice hockey. Speaking of, the two were usually arm and arm connected at the-

“Well! Say something!” Erica growled, and Stiles at first thought she was talking to him but she was grabbing someone just off to the side, a big someone in a letterman jacket.

“Stilinski-” A nervous stutter came from a very tall and usually intimidating Boyd?

“Are you going to let us in? Oh and some mail guy said this was for your neighbor and you’d know where to deliver it.” Erica pushed Boyd forward, the Beta male had a rectangular package in his hands.

“P-please come in. And yeah, that’s my neighbors he gets his stuff sent here he’s never home. I usually take it to him when he gets home”

Erica noticed the neighbor pulling in, he was some hipster that attended the community college, Stiles opened the door wider to allow the two to enter. Erica looked over her shoulder with a growl, Stiles didn’t have a chance to say anything before she took the package from Boyd and stomped over.

“Oh, that’s him. He-” Stiles winced watching the blond thrust the package into the older male’s stomach and her words were almost threatening.

“Hey perv, get your own mail delivered. Stiles isn’t your cute delivery boy! I’m sure his dad the Sheriff would find it interesting that the much older neighbor was eyeing his underage son.”

The hipster with dark hair pushed his glasses up and quickly took the package apologizing to the blonde in the black pin heels. How did she walk in those?

She was back glaring until the college student another Beta was safely in his house across the street.

“Creep. I bet if you didn’t have that tree blocking your window that creeper would probably be using some camera to spy on you. I could smell his arousal from here.”

“What? Ew no!” Stiles made a face quickly slamming the door behind him.”Well that’s eye opening and terrifying” He sighed, “And somehow it’s not surprising.”

Erica and Boyd were standing in his living room staring at him, “Nice pjs Batman.”

Stiles glanced down at his faded grey sweats with the black bat signal pattern, and his batman t-shirt that matched it. “It glows in the dark?””

Erica’s crimson lips turning up in a smile or maybe it was grin, why did Stiles feel like he was on the menu. His cheeks were bright red now he was sure of it, he could feel his ears and neck flushing. Boyd cleared his throat, he knew his girlfriend and soon to be bondmate all too well. He didn’t think the poor kid could take her teasing. He still looked like sh*t, there was bruises fading slowly from the left side of his face, his arm wasn’t wrapped tightly in some beige colored brace.

Boyd didn’t understand, but Erica did. Erica suffered from epilepsy due to some medication she had to take. Not very many people knew about her problem, she was told it would stop once she bonded with Boyd and her children would have a slight chance they would have the same affliction. However she still held back on bonding to everyone’s surprise but her own.

So when she heard from her boyfriend what he had been apart of, she had flipped out on him. She hated weaklings, she had problems but she wasn’t weak from it. She hated pity and if someone pitied her she would beat the holy hell out of them. So the unpresented pup had always disgusted her. However she drew a line at nearly causing someone to lose a life. Finding the pup with his bruises still visible brought out a certain understanding, so maybe they weren’t so different after all.

So with this in mind she turned and slugged her Boyfriend in the arm. “Say something.”

Stiles put his hands up taking a step back, the air was filled with something and he nervously looked between the highschool royalty. Maybe he was haluscinating, this couldn’t be happening to him. Erica and Boyd didn’t just show up to visit?

Oh! He flinched from them, god he was slow. “I-I get it. Okay. I won't tell anyone. Derek was clear at the hospital.” Stiles put his good arm to his aching left side, he shivered remembering the cold look in the alpha’s eyes. He had made it very clear, the omega remembered the raised fist holding the call button. It was like the time he had dangled Stiles’ lunch box over his head demanding he jump for it if he wanted it back. That was in middle school, but somehow it was much more humiliating in the hospital then it had been in a full cafeteria.

There was a tightness in his chest, and the room threatened to spin, why didn’t they just leave him alone.

“Woah, calm down pup.” Boyd was reaching out to steady the Omega that flinched away his back coming up against the closed front door.

“It’s alright. Stilinski.” Erica swore at her boyfriend, “Uh, Stiles.” She put a hand on his trembling shoulder, knowing betas weren’t the strongest with their calming pheromones. She looked to Boyd.

“Stiles.” Boyd took a cue from his soon to be bondmate, “I’m not here to hurt you. I came to uh, apologize.”

Stiles didn’t understand why the simple feel of both hands on his opposite shoulders kept him upright, he felt grounded.

“What?” He whispered his eyes not coming up from their feet. Erica had cute toes and Boyd’s sneakers were ridiculously clean. Maybe he kept them clean by wiping them on his bullied victims faces.

“It’s true.” Erica led Stiles to the old couch in the living room, he was handed a glass of cold water before he realized she’d even left his side. Then Boyd was sitting on the old coffee table facing Stiles who held the glass of water with two hands, thankfully he wasn't shaking too badly, that would be embarrassing. More embarrassing than having two popular kids in his sad excuse of a living room. He really needed to dust and he hadn’t straightened up for days.

His dad hadn’t said anything, Stiles had wanted him to. He had for years kept the house tidy and made his dad dinner and packed his lunches. However it’s like it never mattered because the Sheriff was still angry at him for not revealing who his soulmate was.

“Focus kid.” Eric snapped her fingers sitting next to him crossing those shapely legs.

Focus Stiles. He looked over to Boyd not meeting his eyes, that was too hard but he could maybe go about chin level. Right? That wasn’t too bad.

“I, I told Erica about Friday night. About what happened and how sorry I was.” Boyd took a deep breath and let it out.

“LIsten Stiles. What happened was bullsh*t. It’s wrong, that your jeep was wrecked because princess Lydia had a tantrum. She could have been killed, you could have been killed. Whittemore, Hale and Boyd are being hailed as some kind of f*cking heros for saving you. The story grew from a car accident to a robbery then a burning house. It’s f*cking bullsh*t. Boyd wanted to come here and apologize.”

“How did you know where I live?” Stiles sipped the water, there was a bad taste in his mouth, he fought the panic threatening again. So word at school got around?

“I asked your friend Scott.”

“Scott knows I was in an accident?”

“Yeah.” Boyd replied “I told him Monday and asked him for your address.” Boyd left out the part where he threatened to beat it out of the smaller were. He had told Scott that Stiles presented and he was in an accident. Scott had been suspicious but gave in, knowing that the Sheriff’s house had to be the safest place in town. He had asked more about the accident but Erica growled at him and told the young alpha to f*ck off.

Now Boyd was holding out a folder, “What? You want me to do your homework?” Stiles was confused not taking the black folder, it was probably Erica’s. Boyd looked like a peach folder type of guy, maybe Lisa Frank with puppies?

“No idiot, it’s your homework. So you can stay on track. I heard from Hale that you’ll be out for a week.”

Stiles nodded slowly how did Derek know that?

“Thank you.” There was a pressure in the omega’s chest, not panic but confusion. Why were they being nice? Didn’t they hate him? He was disgusting and worse than that he was useless even more so as an omega. He wasn’t even healing fast enough, the doctor said once he bonded with his soulmate there was an actual chance his immune system would kick back into normal even maybe hyperdrive. Maybe. Or he’d end up dying in childbirth because surprise he was weak.

“I’m going to tell your dad what really happened.”

“What?” Stiles still clutched the glass in his hand. Boyd had put the black glossy folder next to Stiles on the couch, the omega made the mistake of meeting the betas brown eyes.

“It’s not right that you take the blame and those assholes including me are congratulated. It’s sick. Besides you could have been killed Stiles.”

“Yeah, but if I hadn’t turned off the road Lydia would have been hurt too. She’s human.” Stiles’ eyes were wide and staring at something behind Boyd’s left shoulder. A picture of his mother on a good day, she was smiling at Stiles from her place next to dad’s recliner.

“She’s the one that put us all in danger. They are always arguing, maybe some time apart could do them some good. Look it’s the right thing to do-”

Stiles broke the glass in hands without noticing, it caused Boyd and Erica to jump up, there was blood in his hands.

The omega shook his head, “No. Please. Don’t say anything. I don’t want my dad to be anymore disappointed then he already is.”

Stiles was hyperventilating, the copper smell of his own blood was causing him to fade in and out of focus.

“Promise you won't say anything.” Boyd looked over to Erica questioningly.

“Stiles your hands!” Erica was over the couch grabbing for a hand towel. Boyd took the smaller boy in his arms lifting him off the couch into the kitchen, Erica turned the faucet on with one hand cradling the injured palms with the support of the white towel careful to not squeeze the piece the sharp pieces into boy’s bleeding hands.

Boyd took the big pieces of glass and tossed them in nearest garbage trying to rinse the smaller pieces if there were any from the wounds.

“It’s not healing.”

“Don’t say anything. I just want it all to go away.”

“Okay. Alright buddy. Just focus here. Where’s your first aid kit? I don’t want blood on my seats.”

“Your seats?” Stiles started to feel his knees go, why did he have to look so f*cking pathetic right now, how weak he must look.

“Yeah. I think you need to go to the hospital with this. It’s still going, and you look paper white. What if you need stitches.”

Stiles shook his head, “First aid kit. On the fridge. Blood, the smell-”

Erica understood, and she quickly grabbed for the kit spraying antiseptic onto a piece of gauze then slapping it over the boys nose. He grunted but it brought everything back into focus, and Boyd smiled at his genius queen of leather.

“God I love you.” He smiled at her over Stiles’ bowed head.

“There all good.” Boyd wrapped the boy’s hands after cleaning them the cuts weren’t that deep and a little pressure had the bleeding minimalized.

The two left shortly after, Stiles grabbed his assignment folder, Boyd had even dug out a few text books that Stiles had left at school in his locker. How did the guy manage that? Probably the same way the bullies at school managed to leave cruel spray painted messages, or gross food smashed between his math notes, his personal favorite had been the pile of p*rn magazines that came spilling out of his locker when he opened it. Yeah, that helped his f*cked up reputation.

He glanced at his aching hands, he’d done worse to himself, he could hold a pencil, and maybe things weren’t so bad. Sure Boyd and Erica were just stopping by to clear their guilt up, and they wouldn’t acknowledge him beyond today. Stiles could deal with that, he lived in the real world. It was just nice to hear ‘I’m sorry.’ for the first time. It felt real, and Boyd had wanted to tell Stiles’ father the truth, that was brave.

Stiles didn’t want Boyd to come clean, the Sheriff would just be even more disgusted that Stiles had allowed himself to be taken advantage of. Things were already so strained, nothing would be normal again. Not unless there was a way around the soulmark on his forearm. If he and Derek had a bonding ceremony then he would be locked to the alpha for the rest of his life. What if Derek wanted a big family, of course he did. The Hales were known as a big traditional family right.

The doctor said Stiles wasn’t made for multiple pregnancies, besides that. Stiles had a plan for his own future. He was going away to college, he would become a computer programer and with some financial backing a loan here and there he would start up his own graphics and design company. Maybe even make his own computer games. He was going to be his own boss, and his employees would be like minded and intelligent.

He didn’t want to be forced into a pack and play trophy wife, not that he was a trophy. His cheeks burned red again, f*ck why was this happening to him?

~0~

Derek was sitting in chemistry glaring at the empty desk in front of him, Erica and Boyd had oddly been absent from lunch. He glanced over to his left three seats over Boyd usually sat and that one was empty.

He jumped up feeling a sudden panic in his chest, f*ck that kid needed to calm the f*ck down.

“Mr. Hale! If you need the restroom at least take the hall pass!” The teacher yelled, the Alpha grunted snatching up the dry eraser used as a pass, he glared at word PASS etched into the hard dry spongy material.

These last couple of days he had been feeling a large amount of emotions passed through their invisible bond. If this was how it felt without a complete bond Derek wondered what a full bond would be like. All he could feel was sharp bursts of panic, mostly at night, as if Stilinski was still afraid of the dark or only ever had nightmares.

Then there was the pain, Derek figured that out quickly, the kid wasn’t healing and the Alpha had gone to Deaton to demand what could be done for his own sanity. And finally the one noticeable emotion he couldn’t quite pinpoint it, it wasn’t one he was familiar with. Maybe loneliness? Derek refused to explore that any further, he just wanted to be normal again, he’d visited Deaton again demanding something be done.

Deaton told the alpha to buckle down, it was only going to be this intense the first couple of weeks. That the bond went both ways and Stiles would feel only the strongest emotions through the bond. So right now if Derek was feeling anything it was because it was an intense feeling. It was only a partial insight on what the omega was feeling, so if Derek was feeling it then it was ten times worse for Stiles who could not control it.

Deaton had yet to have the appointment with the boy due to his injuries, he had assured Derek he would speak to him about the shared feelings. There were exercises that would help slow block the flow and even block these emotions and feelings from slipping through. Derek wondered why the two weren’t scheduled for an appointment together at the same time. He forgot to ask Deaton, not that it bothered him. Derek was just curious, he wanted to make this all go away and the reaction that Stiles had in the hospital, his rejection. It still followed Derek and he wanted to know how true it was. Did the omega really fell the alpha was unsuitable?

Derek had a hand to his chest, stepping into the bathroom stall slamming the door he sank down, there was this sudden panic that blurred his vision. Then it was gone, almost as quick, the lacrosse player slowed his breathing pulling his knees to his forehead. He felt like he was going f*cking crazy. How did that Stilinski kid keep it together in school if he was like this all the time? Derek winced remembering how he had teased the freak just trying to get a reaction and Stilinski never wavered. He was just a good actor, because these constant feelings were suffocating.

There was a burning ache to his ribs, also not his. He’d punch the little bastard for causing him this trouble, however knowing the alpha’s luck he’d just feel that pain too!

Once everything calmed down he started to stand then the panic was there again and his hands were prickling, burning as if he was stabbed.

“f*ck!” Derek’s eyes were wide staring at his open hands, but there was no blood. He tried to stand but everything was so blurry, he felt faint. “It will pass, this isn’t me. It isn’t mine.” Derek took deep breaths and the pain ebbed and the spinning was gone. He wanted to punch something, but kept his emotions reined in.Now he felt an odd calm come over him, an almost gratefulness, was Stiles happy? What the hell! The kid was f*cking bipolar! Derek would not be saddled with some bipolar freak!

Because of the whole new soulmark thing, Derek had to take a week off of lacrosse just incase he was hit and the physical pain transferred to Freakinski. Just another way he was being punished. He had told coach some lie about the accident having caused him to pull something, even with his fast healing there was something wrong with his arm. Seeing how he had his soulmark covered by sportswrap the coach bought the flimsy excuse, hell Derek was his star player of course he bought it.

So here Derek was looking up ways to break soulmarks, and at the same time texting Jennifer. She didn’t hold back with sending naked selfies, he had the house to himself and decided to take a break from studying up on soulmarks.

He dared not bring her here, Cora was back from her month of reform school. The youngest Hale alpha had punched another alpha in the face. She still refused to say why, she had punched Hilary Ruthford in the face the two traded punches and Derek had thought they were friends up until this. Neither would say what brought it on but Hilary’s family refused to press charges instead they moved to another city and Cora was sent off to a strict reform school to help with her temper.

Derek wouldn’t chance Cora saying something rude to Jennifer, so instead he texted that he would meet her at her house. Sounded like her parents were gone for the night, her response was quick.

~0~

Stiles was in the middle of solving a rather difficult equation when he felt a warming in his nether regions. Math excited him, sure but uh never like this, never enough to pop a boner while solving for x.

He was sitting at his small desk, his hands now gripping the edges of the small table, the pain in his hands forgotten. Another warm wave of arousal washed over him he groaned feeling his dick twitch and harden in reply.

Taking a deep breath he closed his eyes, head rolling back he groaned. His cheeks warmed when he realized it wasn’t something he was doing. In fact it was something being done but not to him. A gasp left his half closed lips, “Oh, f*ck.” the feeling of an invisible tongue licking from the base of his shaft only to twirl around the head.

Stiles was very much a virgin, he had watched a few p*rns online but he wasn’t into that kind of interaction. He sometimes felt the urge to masterb*te in the shower thinking of a certain highschool heartbreaker. Sometimes. Only sometimes, rarely. Because, who didn’t have wet dreams about the lacrosse Captain? And sometimes there were fantasies of celebrities. Stiles was a growing teenage boy after all. This was healthy, however he had never in his sixteen years ever had a blow j*b or the sensation of one.

He panicked, standing straight up, he shouldn’t be feeling this. Oh, god, it was a violation. Was he like a creepier? Like some kind of voyeur, oh “f*ck.” He gasped his eyes rolling back in his head. This was so, so very wrong he should take a cold shower, but all he could manage was to collapse on his bed hands balled at his sides. He started to breath heavy, he should think of other things, things that didn’t involve warm mouths and wet tongues.

~0~

Derek was sitting in Jennifer’s empty family room the comfortable brown leather couch was noiseless under him, some sports review complaining to another about a failed jump shot. He couldn’t f*cking care, Jennifer had his zipper down, and released his already rock hard f*cking co*ck.

God it was like she was worshipping it with her tongue, she took him down to the root without gagging on her first try. Derek tangled large hands in her dark brown locks trying to not face f*ck her, because god dammit he had so much pent up aggression right not. He needed this, he needed relief.

Then he felt a sudden panic threaten to take him causing him to fight back, murmuring “No, not now. Don’t you f*cking ruin this.”

Jennifer halted her administrations her face turned upwards confused.

“I wasn’t talking to you.” Derek was breathless, his sexfogged brain sought the quickest excuse. “The television, the sports guys are-”

“How about you focus on me.” She pouted swirling her tongue around the tip of his already slick head. Precum leaking out and mixing with her warm spit, “I will. I promise.” He pushed her head down towards his throbbing member.

It wasn’t cheating, he told himself. He wasn’t even with that weirdo, Stilinski should just enjoy the feel, the poor virgin wouldn’t ever known what it felt like to be blown by a beautiful girl.

The alpha in Derek smirked at this, then Jennifer applied more suction bobbing her head up and down hands working his pants and underwear lower on his thighs so she could cup his balls he started to imagine someone else in her place.

Then the idea of the omega laying in his room alone, touching himself or maybe just groaning as the feelings of being touched moved through their bond. Was he moaning, ready to come dick untouched, hands above his head, face turned into his pillow as wave after wave of warm arousal washed over him? He had to be a virgin right? What would it be like to take that from an omega, and then again while he was in heat. Omegas were supposed to be f*cking amazing in heat. First things first, the Alpha would aggressively show dominance, he wanted to hear Stiles whine, to submit.

Derek could imagine the mole dotted face flushing while being taken into Derek’s stronger larger hand, a free hand would open the pale thighs, bruise them for better access if he dared resist. The alpha would use his free hand to cup the smooth balls of his new prey because it was known omegas had little to no hair on their genitalia.

God the idea of taking both their dicks into his much larger hand had Derek thrusting his hips upwards ignoring the choking from his partner. He wanted to suddenly compare their sizes, feel their miss matched lengths as the friction stimulated the two.

He felt his teeth elongate as the coil in his belly finally released, his eyes squeezed shut, the image of the omega under him mouth begging to be captured forced open by the thrust of a wet thick tongue. Their org*sm would be silenced by that, Derek released pushing down with his hands and up with his hips. Growling in satisfaction.

He road out his orgasi*m, and as he slowly came to he realized Jennifer had swallowed nearly all of what he gave. He released her head slowly and she fell back on her butt, glaring up at him with watery eyes he was still seated on the couch his dick flaccid against his thigh.

“I don’t mind it rough, but the least you can do is focus on me when I’m f*cking you or giving you the best blow j*b ever. “

Derek tried to catch his breath, why the f*ck was he thinking of Stiles. This was bad! He took a deep unsteady breath jumping up he pulled his pants and underwear with him, zipping up and buckling his belt. It was a sh*tty thing to just leave but he was way too freaked out to stay, looking at Jennifer all he could see was Stilinski and it was a mind f*ck.

He needed to see Deaton, or not. Who the f*ck could he talk to about this? How the hell was he supposed to live his life? What so he wasn’t going to be able to f*ck who he wanted unless it was virgin boy? No way! Nope! He was not going there, he didn’t care for the omega like that or at all. He in fact would never use the word CARE when it came to Stiles.

He was almost embarrassed the little creep had to have felt what just happened? He probably got off on it.

Chapter 3: Scent

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Stiles glared at his image in front of the mirror after washing his face and brushing his teeth, he glared at the box of scent suppressors then back at his image. The bruising on his face had mostly disappeared, at least the worst of it faded there was a few darker spots high on his cheek and the line of the left side of his chin. His left eye wasn’t swollen, just a little green, and it was sore when he touched it. He was glad to put on some layers, his arms were bad, but fracture healed there was that.

The bones healed but why did it feel so tender? He had accidentally hit his arm against the gas station door in his rush to escape the leering beta at the counter and he thought he was going to pass out from the pain. He’d taken deep breaths all the way home, ignoring the cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, and the bile threatening to push up his lunch.

Which now on Monday morning was causing Stiles to shiver just recalling his most recent encounter with his changed scent, he didn’t notice it. When Erica and Boyd had stopped in again on thursday the two had awkwardly made comments, not holding back their sniffs in his direction. All he needed was trouble and unwanted attention from alphas or betas due to his new scent.

So Stiles made it a point on Saturday to head to the the small gas station a few blocks away, the beta at the counter usually ignored him his eyes on some game playing on the tv just behind him. He wouldn’t even bag Stiles’ purchases, and he’d toss the change on the counter. However this time the guy with the greasy brown hair under the gas station hat and nacho stained red uniform shirt followed him around asking if there was anything he could help Stiles find. Stiles quickly grabbed what he wanted a box of scent repressors, he grabbed an expensive brand hoping going that way meant it would work the best.

He shouldered the guy away from him, “No. I just want to buy this. Please.” Why couldn’t he glare at the guy, that was this new thing he developed. Like any raised voice made him want to curl into himself and he hated it. Was this feeling of anxiety ever going to stop?

Now here he was unsure of how many scent suppressing strips he should put on, so he winged it (half a box should do). He needed to get a hold of himself, he would be fine today. He just needed to talk to Derek stupid Hale, because that incident from, uh friday was ridiculous. They needed to come to some kind of understanding, puns aside. Just until they figured this whole bond thing, it wasn’t right to whomever Derek was um sharing special time with. And it wasn’t fair to Stiles or even Derek, did he even know what was going on. Maybe he’d think Stiles a creep for not bringing it up if he finds out later, and the girl or guy Derek was with she would feel violated.

“Deep breath Stiles.” The young omega left the bathroom ready to face the world, or baby steps at least face the facts that his dad was giving him a ride in the cruiser to school.

“Son.” His dad started after pulling out of their driveway, “I know I haven’t been exactly there for you these last couple weeks.”

More like the last year and a half. Stiles thought to himself, “I think you not having your car is a good thing. I’ll be taking you to your omega orientation classes and school. This gives us a chance to talk more.”

Stiles scrunched up his nose, he could smell guilt rolling off his father and something else, the newly presented omega didn’t like it, it’s like his father was trying to trick him. He wasn’t stupid! Sure he was just sixteen but he wasn’t a complete idiot. Like a few kind words and pats to his back or shoulder was going to have him opening up about who his soulmate was. Was this man really the Sheriff?

“Look, Stiles.” Here it comes, the stirn dad voice. “ I just want you to know that I love you. And I’m sorry that work has been so hectic that we’ve kinda lost touch. I may have said things-”

“Please dad. Let’s not have this conversation now.” Stiles bit his lip why were there so many red lights? He really didn’t want to remember crying in the hospital, everything had been a fevered blur.

The Sheriff gave off a heavy sigh, irritation flooded the small space between passenger and driver. Stiles’ stomach clenched, he rolled the window down to air out the car in hopes that things would be easier. Was it so normal to feel so much? Damn you hormones!

“Stiles. I care about you.”

Stiles glared down at his shacking hands, the school parking lot was coming within sight, “Dad, it’s a little late. I’ll walk from here.”

“Dammit Stiles-” Noah growled.

“Dad! You can’t suddenly start pretending to care! I’m not a little kid anymore. Saying, your sorry, doesn’t work. Not that easily. I won't tell you who he is! Because I don’t want anything to do with him. If I can help it I want to be far away from him! And he’s made it just as clear. “

“You think I don’t care? And what do you mean he’s made it clear?” The Sheriff demanded stomping on the breaks the cruiser suddenly jerking both of them forward.

The pheromones in the air were different now, more aggressive and sad. Stiles hated how he could suddenly smell a thousand times more, he wanted to get away to get far from whatever was causing this anxiety. “Did he threaten you? Is he hurting you?”

“Dad you’ve made it obvious. Just forget I said anything. And I can walk to the middle school for the omega classes I’ll catch a bus home.” Then Stiles was out of the car and nearly sprinting down the sidewalk towards the school, his red hood pulled down over his head.

The omega was disgusted to hear the rumors that he was saved by Jackson from a burning car, then a burning building a fire that Stiles started. The omega rolled his eyes, the fun one was a robbery that Derek Hale had stopped the robber while Jackson saved Stiles. It was disgusting, and far from any truth.

That wasn’t the only thing that Stiles had to deal with, it seemed the stupid patches weren’t working.

~0~

Monday morning found Derek, Boyd and Jackson still receiving the occasional pats on their back, even if it had been a week since the incident. How word got around they saved the Sheriff’s son from a flipped jeep, to rescuing an unconscious Stilinski from a burning house fire was ridiculous. The rumors said the kid was on drugs, or drunk the stories were all so outlandish. And it was hilarious to Jackson especially because the longer Stilinski was away from school the bigger the heros they were and the worse the omega was.

Jackson ate it up, his father had told him he was proud of him Boyd couldn’t take the guilt but said nothing, he sat quietly at lunch and shrugged off and sometimes growled any pats to the back. He refused to meet anyone’s eyes and Jackson didn’t care as long as his friend kept quiet. Scott seemed to be keeping his distance as well, especially from Erica and Boyd. That was a development.

Derek wasn’t bothered either way, nothing mattered, no one would find out about his soul mark. He just needed to calm down. He managed to cover it with sports wrap under a long sleeve shirt thankfully the spring weather primited this. No one needed to know he had a soul mate, especially Jennifer, he frowned remembering how he had left so quickly. She had texted later it was okay but she wanted to talk. Derek was being a coward and avoiding her.

Boyd stopped asking him if he heard anything knew about Stilinski, Derek took that as Boyd was over whatever this was. Lydia kept throwing him nervous looks, Jackson just kept an arm protectively around her waist, but Stilinski had yet to show up to school. Derek had other things to worry about, he had an appointment with the bonding coordinator, he hoped there was a way to get out of the whole soulmates thing. Google wasn’t helping with much, and on top of that his sister Cora had just started back at BH High, her reform school stint deeming her properly rehabilitated.

Cora was offically attending school, so now Derek and his elder sister Laura, would be watching their freshman sister closely.

Derek was making his way to class catching a sudden sweet scent that caused him to stop short in his tracks.

He wanted to find its source and bury his nose and quiet possibly other things. Was there a new omega at school? He usually kept up on these things, this one had a familiar scent to him and at the same time it was so fresh and new.

There weren’t that many omegas at their school, most parents of such usually sent their omegan pups, human or were to a private all omega school for safety.

Derek had a younger omega brother, Brandon that his parents would most likely send off to a private school.

It didn’t look like he was the only one taking notice of the scent,

“Hey Stilinski need help with those books?” One of the idiots in his first period class, a basketball player by the name of Cody, an alpha was caging in the nervous omega against some lockers.

Derek took notice that the thin boy wearing the familiar red hoodie only ducked out from under the arms.

Ha, that was move the thin loser was used to when dodging others. The omega’s back sliding against the smooth surface of the maroon lockers. “No.” he simply said trying to maneuver himself into the classroom’s open door just to his right. Derek cut off Cody and entered after the nervous omega.

The alpha could tell the freshman was trying to cover his scent with scent blockers but it wasn’t working, they only slightly muted the delicious scent. Did he just say delicious? What was wrong with him? It was a bad move on the omega’s part for not at least trying to cover up the nearly overwhelming sweetness of vanilla and honeysuckle.

The alpha was relieved he would be skipping practice today, he really needed to talk to Deaton. He couldn’t be lured and trapped by the social reject. Derek’s eyes narrowed following the omega’s twitchy movements, he was taking his usual place two desks from the front and in front of Derek. The alpha discreetly tasted the air, damn he smelled nice. There was something else there tangled with his scent and Derek tried to decipher it.

“Welcome back Mr. Stilinski. “ The math teacher Mr. Mcallen smiled, “Glad to see you are back among the living.”

The smaller student nodded and mumbled a thank you before taking out his textbook and notebook. No one threw erasers at him today, and when the bell rang he shot out of his desk like a bullet.

Derek didn’t have to go far to see him again, this time he was near their science class, and it was Billy from soccer or some other boring sport he didn’t follow. “Look, I have some tickets to a concert at the plaza-”

“Not interested.” The omega didn’t meet the alpha’s hopeful expression, instead he used his small build to duck around the alpha and nearly ran head first into Derek.

“Where’s the party Stilinski?” Jackson stepped out from next to Derek causing the newly presented omega to flinch and jump back, his backpack falling off his shoulders and hitting the ground. He nervously crouched down to pick it up keeping himself facing forward eyes downcast.

“Leave him alone Jackson.” Boyd growled kneeling down he adjusted the straps to trembling shoulders, his offered hand was taken gratefully.

“Hey, freak! I asked you a question!” Jackson took another step forward disregarding his teammate.

Derek felt his body tense and held back a growl as Boyd so casually touched the smaller were. So when did they become friends? Why was Boyd so suddenly concerned? And what happened to the omega’s hands? The alpha didn’t remember the kid’s hands being injured in the hospital, Derek did recall the painful feeling from friday.

“You are okay.” This was a statement from Boyd and Stiles nodded.

“Awe Boyd you are such a sucker for omegas I wonder if Erica knows.” Jackson teased glaring at Stiles.

“f*ck off Jackson you single celled organism.” the freshman hissed before bolting for the classroom door.

“You little f*cker-” Jackson snarled.

“I said leave him alone!” Boyd cut the obnoxious alpha off heading into class in front of him. Jackson frowned and looked to Derek for an answer.

~0~

When lunch finally came around Stiles had given up any hope to talk to Derek Hale. The guy was always surrounded by his very intimidating friends. And now thanks to Stiles’ own stupid change in status and scent alphas and betas had approached him without any hesitation. They reeked of arousal and lust. So disgusting, they didn’t even try to hide it.

The omega felt as if he needed a shower, instead he opted for fresh air, no way he would venture anywhere near a crowded courtyard and he hadn’t set foot in the cafeteria since last years milk incident.

He had to hide in a nice secluded spot between the library and the science wing, today. It was grassy and there was only a small tree to offer shade but it did a decent job.

Stiles had been in heaven away from all the heavy scents that now bombarded him. Gods what he would give to be back to what he was before presenting.

Before all these scents were dull but now it was different and it was making him dizzy. His anxiety was starting to nag at him gathering just under his skin, and he needed to find somewhere away from any triggers.

“Uh, this is my spot.” A female voice had broken his quiet just as he was about to take a bite of his homemade lasagna. His stomach growled and head ached, he put his fork down letting it fall into the small plastic tupperware container.

“Nope, sorry. I didn’t see your name anywhere.” he knew it was childish but dammit he wasn’t moving and he hated everyone today. Alphas especially and she was definitely alpha. He was hungry and tired of being ogled and objectified.

The brown haired girl rolled her eyes, hands on hips, “I’m not in the mood.”

“Me either!” Stiles didn’t even stand up. “I can guarantee my day has been way more sh*t than yours.”

“I doubt that! And is that lasagna?” She was wearing a pair of tight skinny jeans, her converse tapping the grass irritable, her black tanktop and posture screamed who cares and her faded jean jacket was just the right side of angsty teen with the patches of some pretty good bands that Stiles recognized.

She was suddenly sniffing around Stiles’ food, her knees were nearly touching Stiles’ left hip she didn’t seem to mind personal space.

“How could your day be bad. Your mom made you delicious food! Do I smell chocolate too?” The alpha’s stomach growled loudly and Stiles shook his head.

“ My mother didn’t make this I did.” The young omega didn’t feel threatened by her, there was something familiar about her scent that anchored him but he shrugged it off as being part of a long day.

“Fine. You know what. This is my life now.I’ve newly presented cause yeah I’m a late bloomer, which by the way is an offensive term. Really, who made that age range and who decided where presenting- never mind. Now I’ve been propositioned by four alphas that couldn’t even pronounce my name last week. But suddenly want to take me out on a date, or just f*ck me in the back seat of whatever car mommy and daddy bought them. My favorite group of bullies have upped their game by adding not just psychological abuse but olfactory, bastards. All these pheramones-” he sighed looking over at the stranger who wasn’t even listening she had her nose nearly in his food.

He continued in a defeated voice, “Yes, it’s delicious lasagna, my special recipe. At least pretend to listen to my woes if you are after my sweet sweet food.”

The alpha was sitting next to him crossing her legs, he cut it in half, dug a spare plastic wrapped spork out of his bag because Stiles was always prepared. Besides he used to share with Scott all the time. He took the lid and spooned a portion onto the solid blue top, none of that flimsy generic stuff this was tupperware bro it was sturdy as f*ck.

“My name is Stiles by the way.”

“Cora.” She took a bite and her eyes rolled back, making an obscene noise that made Stiles blush.

“I haven’t seen you around.” Stiles started to eat, it was odd how comfortable he felt around this alpha. He sniffed, yeah she was definitely alpha. She shot a glare in his direction, swallowing a mouth full of food.

“You’re not my type.” the alpha warned.

“Hey, I’m a catch.” Stiles replied offering her his unopened water bottle.

“I’m sure but I don’t do omegas.” She took a swig before eyeing the rest of his unfinished portion.

“Me either.” Stiles replied offering the rest of his food. He really didn't have an appetite these days.

“Or betas.” Cora added side eyeing the omega, holding her breath. Stiles continued to dig into his bag ignoring her reaction knowing she was obviously expecting a negative one. He wasn’t an asshole or judgmental douche. He definitely knew how that felt and he refused to be like his bullies, besides love was love.

“We all have our preferences.” Stiles shrugged. “I don't do anyone. I like books. They keep to themselves, tend to not be demanding and don’t mind if I don’t text. Sometimes I spread it out and liven things up with video games. Books understand. “

Cora looked over her now empty lid and giggled, “I like you Stiles.”

“Cora, please don’t make this awkward, I already said I like books and sometimes I moonlight with video games. Respect my life choices.”

She surprised him by laughing clamping a hand over her mouth, nudging him playfully with her shoulder.

“Anyway. You don’t smell so bad yourself Cora. Even for an alpha. Don’t they feed you?”

“I just got released from reform school last monday. If I go into the cafeteria aka general public. I feel like I might punch someone in the face. All these assholes think they know what happened. They know nothing. It’s better this way.”

Stiles shrugged again “Punching isn’t exactly a healthy hobby. It’s good you practice restraint, please have a homemade brownie. I made them myself. So newly released from the slammer huh? That will keep bullies at bay.”

“You would think, but not always. Idiots constantly try my patience. Besides that bitch had it coming. I’m sure my fist to her face will remind her of her place.”

“Sounds like it wasn’t a simple challenge. “

“Not talking about it.” Cora snapped licking her fingers.

“And I don’t care to hear it. Yup, minding my own business.” The omega nibbled on his brownie, the alpha next to him sighed taking it from him. “Hey!”

“She had some photos of me and her, I didn’t even know she took them when we were uh together.” Cora kept looking forward, her voice hadn’t wavered but her shoulders slumped and Stiles could hear her heart speed up. A sadness lingered with her scent and the omega didn’t like that.

Stiles handed Cora a napkin, he was looking at her stirn far off expression, he did something he normally would do with Scott, and that was put an arm around her shoulders.

She stiffened but didn’t push him away. “She was trying to get me to go further than I wanted. I mean, she said she loved me then she’s trying to expose me and out me to my family if I don’t put out. I’m not going to be pushed, sex is a big decision. And I will do it on my terms.”

“No one should ever make you feel like that.” Stiles growled. “I don’t even know her, but I want to punch her, or use my clever wit and sarcasm against her. Maybe send a stirn letter or text.”

Cora smiled briefly, “ Well I’m pretty sure I got my point across. I was an idiot anyway. “

“Your bad girl image is safe with me. I can see now that you are just a hopeless romantic on the inside. Anyway, your secret is safe, seeing how I like my face the way it is.”

“Are you kidding my family though they say otherwise they’re traditionalists. If I hit an omega or threatened one that’s it my life would be over.”

“Oh, well Cora, I do declare.” Stiles put a hand to his chest and the back of his palm to his forehead pretending to swoon using a fake southern accent.

“So what’s your story late bloomer? You have bullies?” Cora cracked her fingers.

“No. Don’t. I can take care of myself. What I can’t deal with is the mandatory omega classes I’m being forced to attend with a bunch of newly presented middles schoolers. Do you think you can kill me? I’m going to be the oldest one there I just know it. And they’re going to teach me how to cook and about heat suppressors and embarrassing sh*t I already googled. As you can see I already know how to cook!”

Cora smiled “My little brother is currently enrolled if you need a friend. I can put in a word. So you won't be such an outcast. In fact I have been entrusted with picking up sad middleschooler after such informative classes. ”

“What’s his name? Maybe I’ll see him there, I have to walk over to the middleschool as embarrassing as that is because my sweet ass jeep is in shop. And by sweet ass I mean broken down and newly dented.” Stiles sighed thinking of his poor Roscoe.

“Ouch, what happened?” Cora could smell the anxiety and sadness tinged with anger starting to roll off her new acquaintance? Friend? That was even more curious.

“Douchebags Cora.” Stiles pulled his knees to him, she told him her secret even though they were complete strangers for some reason he felt at ease with her. Her scent felt familiar in a way. He couldn’t place it. “Maybe it's some f*cked up karma I’m being forced to work off. And if that’s so, well I think I may have worked for Hitler in another life.”

“Sounds real bad there. So spill.” Cora offered the omega a drink of the water she was nursing.

“It starts with my friend, long time friend. I’ve known him since diapers practically. I thought we were brothers, but once he presented finds his soulmate, he suddenly joins all the jocks and has zero time for me. In fact once we entered highschool he had zero time for me and the people that made our lives hell are suddenly his best buddies. I tried to approach him but his new friends and even Scott made it clear I wasn’t wanted. They didn’t want the stink of loser to be on Scott. “ Stiles sipped the water without hesitation, then rested his chin on his knees.

“I thought we were stronger than that you know. Anyway, my dad has been working a lot and the house is so empty. I just couldn’t take it so I went for a drive. My jeep is old but it’s mine, I mean it was my mom’s and she’s dead now so it’s all I have of hers. I always feel at ease going for a long drive. I don’t know where I was going, I was feeling sh*tty that day. I drove and it was dark and then suddenly there's a car in the middle of the road I slammed on my breaks and turned the wheel. I don’t know it was all over in a flash. Next thing I know I’m a f*cking newly presented omega. And in the hospital. It hurt so bad. I was in so much pain, and the people from the car they-”

Stiles is angry hands squeezing his knees, “ I guess they were out there doing something I don’t know why a car was just parked in the middle of the f*cking road. But they made it all my fault, like they were some big f*cking heros pulling my out of my totaled jeep, I rolled it and slammed it into a tree. Then there was this main bully of my whole f*cking sad existence, standing over me. I was hurting so bad, my ribs felt like they were on fire, my healing was slow because I have a f*cked up body and he’s glaring and his scent is-it was sharp and at the same time-”

“He threatened you?” Cora growled it was her turn to put an arm around Stiles. He was thin, his shoulders were tense and she could feel panic bubbling up just below the surface. His breathing shallow.

“He for some reason didn’t want me to say anything about them being out there causing the accident. He said or else. He said to keep quiet.”

“Mother f*cker-” Cora cut her snarled words off, feeling the omega start to spiral into a full fledged panic attack. She knew a little bit about calming omegas after all her little brother had presented last year, and then there was her aunt. She remembered it was important to scent and keep her own pheromones neutral.

“I’m sorry. I’m fine. It was just a lot.”

“Nobody should make you afraid.” Cora kept her voice even, “You should tell someone. Like your dad.”

“He doesn’t care. He thinks I’m a disappointment. He hates me.I’m even more worthless to him as an omega. I’m sure he’s embarrassed of his useless spastic son. I tried out for lacrosse my freshman year to make him happy even if I would be a benchwarmer. It was a desperate attempt. That ended badly. ”

Cora winced imagining her friend as a freshman, smaller against alphas like her athletic brother. Maybe she could talk to Derek, he might be able to keep bullies from Stiles.

Derek was a great guy he wouldn’t let anyone pick on Stiles. Especially if he was her friend, and he didn’t buy into that bullsh*t that omegas were weak. He was always telling Brandon he could be whatever he wanted and he made his own path. f*ck society's expectations. Even if it meant going against their parents. Derek had always taken Brandon’s side. He was currently trying to think up a reason with Laura to help Brandon from being sent to an all omega school.

“Please don’t tell anyone.” Stiles pleaded as if reading her mind. “Please. I can fight my own battles. I don’t need pity Cora. And I usually don’t cry to complete strangers but it’s been such a long day.”

She bit her lip, “Fine, but I’m telling you now. I don’t hold back when it comes to bullies. And if these douchebags try to threaten you in front of me, well it won't be pretty. I pack a mean punch.”

They settled into a mutual understanding one where Stiles talked and Cora listened accepting more brownies Stiles had made from scratch.

It felt good to have a friend to talk to again, even if it was to complain about the new omega classes he was required to take. He wasn’t looking forward to being the oldest omega among a group of most likely middle schoolers. However Cora offered to drive him there and even home after since she was going to pick her brother up anyway.

Stiles was happy, he finally made a new friend, he had failed at talking to Derek but he could do that tomorrow. And Cora had promised to eat lunch with him again! Granted he was supposed to share again but he didn’t care. Maybe he would make her some of his famous peanut butter m&m cookies.

Stiles nervously entered the science room at the nearly empty middle school. He could see some soccer players playing after school sports out on the field from where he took a seat in the back near an open window.

A brown haired boy wearing a gray cartagan over a black chess club t-shirt plopped down at a desk next to Stiles.

Right away he noticed that the boy shared Cora’s kin sent. He had the same soft brown hair and his eyes were familiar as well. In fact he felt like the thirteen year old looked like someone Stiles knew he just couldn’t put his finger on it. It didn’t matter the kid was sketching in his notebook ignoring the teacher going over the syllabus.

Brandon was nothing like Cora, he was shy but sweet. Like Cora he was also easily won over by brownies. Stiles put his head down on the desk just behind Brandon and said “Please wake me when the class is over.” The boy half turned and nodded with a small grin.

“Cora said you were funny.”

“More like twitchy. I have horrible focus and I took my A.D.D. meds later than I should have so now I’m just tired. Besides I don’t feel like being judged by a bunch of hormonal pups.”

Brandon smiled, “Gotcha. Secrets safe with me, nap away. Mrs. Ivers is like a hundred years old and can’t see despite those co*ke bottle glasses.”

“I’ll bring cookies tomorrow.” Stiles promised messing the kids brown hair.

Stiles pushed his days surprising events away and grabbed for his phone, he felt a buzzing text it had been too long since he had been sent a text.

Normally his dad was too busy to answer his phone let alone text, he glanced down seeing the name id flash.

CORd’lune: So thx for the food angsty. I will pick u two up in an hour. Hang in there!

Cora sent a picture of a kitten hanging from a branch, he rolled his eyes and showed Brandon the picture the younger boy stifled a laugh.

LITTLERED : U r welcome emo.

LITTLERED: World Famous Mac and Cheese tomorrow!

CORd’LUNE: Same bat time same bat channel!

~0~

Cora smiled, she had glanced down at the text her new friend sent. There was something about Stiles, she felt at ease around him today. His scent was relaxing, it wasn’t attraction it was something else. Almost like he was pack, but that was crazy she hadn’t met him before today.

“Woah! Derek! I think the world is ending! Cora is smiling. “ Laura teased her sister but it was true her two older siblings were excited to see their usually angry little sister smiling.

“Is it a text from a friend? Girl, boy? Obviously someone important.” Laura approached the younger alpha. They were in the sitting room, Derek was home early from practice so he was watching some football game on the plasma in the family room.

Laura was filling out college applications and nibbling on her pens end eyes narrowed on her younger sister sitting in a chair near the unlit fireplace.

Their family room was very spacious, and could easily sit 12 to 13 teens for a gamenight. They had a big pack so having this type of family room was a normal thing. Cora imagined Stiles home all by himself, she was always surrounded by her family. Stiles didn’t have that, he was often by himself.

Maybe he could come over sometime and have dinner, he was pretty knowledgeable when it came to video games. Derek and Laura would love him, Stiles was adorable in a geeky type of way.

“None of your business.” She glanced down at her phone, Stiles had sent a picture of Brandon and him pretending to be sleeping at their desks. She giggled again, it was odd how easy Stiles hit it off with the normally shy Brandon.

“Remember you are picking up Brandon today.” Laura continued to watch her little sister.

“Yeah, I know. I’m not some kid you have to remind me of my responsibilities Laura.” Cora sighed heavily checking the time, ignoring the look of suprise her sister and brother both shared. Usually Cora would complain about picking up Brandon or anything outside of listening to music in her room. Maybe reform school had helped, or maybe she had met someone today.

Derek was on alert, if his little sister had met a troublesome person he would need to be sure they f*cked right off. Cora didn’t need anymore problems, it wasn’t easy for her to make friends.

Speaking of friends, he could feel some kind of buzz today through his bond, it was odd, it had started at lunch and was still going strong. Was that punk Stiles happy?

“Mom?” Laura greeted their mother, Talia who passed the family room on the way to her office looking tired. “You’re home early.”

“The Sheriff all but ordered me to head home, this new case is really wearing everyone down. The Argents aren’t doing any better, poor Chris looked dead on his feet. Uncle Peter is staying behind to coordinate with another small pack that lost two omegas to this trafficking ring. Poor thing, the mother was beside herself, she had to be sedated she was in such distress. Her child was only 13. “

Talia left out the part where she thought of Brandon right away, and how the mother fell to her knees begging the alpha to find her baby. The other mother just stood in a state of shock holding a torn green sweater, the last thing her child had been wearing.

“Do they think the traffickers are getting closer to town?” Talia shook her head.

“No. So far they seem to keep clear, but what I’d give to catch them-” Talia growled her eyes flashing red. She took a deep breath and straightening herself, running hands over her black dress slacks and red blouse. “Derek, a word.” Talia smiled at her only son.

“Oooh, Darbear is in trouble.” Cora teased taking a picture of herself making a face. Laura smiled ignoring her brothers suprise.

“Cora seriously who are you talking to. You never text, and you never send selfies.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Cora snapped.

Derek was standing in the kitchen as his mother took a bottled water from the large fridge. “Derek, I know I’ve been busy but I wanted to tell you how proud I am of you. Sheriff Stilinski was singing your praises. He’s been working very hard so much so that he didn’t even know his son was in the hospital until three hours later. But he said you stayed with Stiles until he showed up that you even wanted to be there when he woke up. Compassion is important when it comes to leadership and you are showing such leadership skills. Someday the Hale pack will be yours and Laura will be handling the financial aspects and you will be dealing with the politics. You’ve made a power allie with the Sheriff.

Not to mention that the Stilinskis have been through enough. “

“Mom?” Derek swallowed the dry lump in his throat, he hoped the guilt wasn't noticeable.

“Stiles has such a weak immune system because of his mother having been poisoned by wolfsbane. The Sheriff doesn’t ever say anything but I know he blames himself. Claudia was a beautiful omega, your uncle Peter had tried to court her in high school she was a freshman and he was a senior. Our name went far even then but it didn’t matter to her. It taught Peter a lesson, money can’t buy love. He joined all the committees and clubs she was on. In fact all the trees at the highschool were purchased by a class fundraiser and planted by the ag club she was apart of. You can imagine uncle Peter in the ag club right. It was hilarious. It’s tragic what happened to her. “

“What happened?”

“It’s not something to talk about. It’s not my place to say. I just wanted to tell you how extremely proud I am of you. Your father would be too if he were here.” Talia’s brown hair fell over her shoulder as she reached out and squeezed her son’s shoulder.

Chapter 4: SEE

Chapter Text

Tuesday wasn’t any better than Monday but Stiles was looking forward to lunch, he was thinking of ways to catch Derek and not be murdered. He could text him, but he didn’t have his number, maybe pass a note? No, the alpha probably would just ball it up and toss it in Stiles’ face during class, and the omega would want to die.

Maybe he could ambush him on the way to the locker room or bathroom? Did Derek step foot in a library? Why was this so hard? He could ask Boyd or Erica to set up a meet but then they would want to know why and he couldn’t deal with lying right now. That and he would feel bad lying to those two, they were treating him decent these last couple of days.

Just today, Boyd had asked Stiles for help during free period and Erica had joined the table, math wasn’t the lacrosse player’s thing. When Erica sat down, Lydia had hesitated before taking a seat across from Stiles at the table. Erica was about to say something but Stiles quickly cut her off by offering them all m&m chocolate chip cookies. “Low cal, promise. But not gluten free. Sorry.”

Lydia laughed hearing this, Erica rolled her eyes taking a bite, “I have no problems with gluten. So thanks. Oh god these are delicious.”

“Fuel for the brain. Now, where exactly were you having math issues?” Stiles hoped his heart didn’t give him away, he knew Lydia from forever ago, she was a whiz. Or at least used to be when it came to all things school.

Derek glared over his shoulder, Boyd was on one side of Stiles looking down at something scribbled on his paper and Erica was on the other side of Stiles nodding her head.

They all looked so comfortable, when did that happen?

“When did that happen?” Scott echoed the alphas thoughts, except there was a whine in his voice.

“Who cares. “ Derek growled.

“Scotty? What's wrong? We were going to study with Jackson and Braeden and Isaac. Come on. Leave Lydia with Freakinski.” Allison frowned wondering why her boyfriend had been so down lately. Why was he so attached to the newly presented omega? She had always thought there was something between the two, she rolled her eyes. Omegas weren’t everything.

Anyway Scott obviously broke off whatever they had, and so obviously chose the hunter but lately he had started to waver. They were soulmates, why should she feel threatened by a weak were like Stiles. Then again Scott was an alpha, she knew from her studies that alphas could have more than one mate. What if Scott wanted to have Stiles join them? No. She wouldn’t let that happen. Scott was a puppy, so sweet and easily deceived. She would need to stop this at the source. Maybe it was time to talk to Stiles.

After the bell rang Stiles packed up and said goodbye to his study companions blushing briefly from the pats to his back and ruffling of his hair. His hands were still healing and Boyd had asked about them several times, Erica demanded that she write everything out for the omega and Stiles let her. It almost felt like he had friends. However he wasn’t going to push it, maybe they were just being kind because he had been hurt.

Speaking of, Lydia was packing her things up slowly. “Thanks for the help, I can't seem to solve for anything with a letter in it. You’re smart-”

“You are too. I’ve seen your science scores, you almost beat me last trimester. And we both know you used to be apart of the matholympieds. You don’t need to pretend to be dumb.”

This caught Lydia off guard, she slowed her movements, “I’m sorry.” She managed staring down at her pink and black backpack fiddling with the zipper.

“No. It’s not my business. “ Stiles half smiled in a let's drop it tone his eyes watched as Derek was talking to Scott near the door of the library where open study was. Stiles needed to check out a couple things for an extra credit report he was writing. While heading down one of the aisles to grab it he felt Lydia’s nervous glances follow him.

Whatever, he was needing to find a book on bonding ceremonies, Soulmarks and platonic bonding. He was definitely onto something, and he was prepared to present it to Deaton later at their appointment.

He had enough time before he needed to run to class to collect the needed material. However Lydia was close behind him, he swore under his breath for being an asshole. He was lucky Lydia was talking to him and he called her out. Way to go Stiles! Then again she nearly killed him, so could they call it even stevens?

“No. I mean I’m sorry we hurt you. It was my fault, I was arguing with my boyfriend about stupid things and I grabbed the keys from the ignition and threw them out into the woods. Then you were there and-” the girls big eyes watered and Stiles who was half turned reaching for a book turned completely to the banshee, the scent of anxiety was rolling off of her, anxiety guilt and tears. “Everything is just going so wrong. My parents are pushing me in one direction and I worry about Jackson, I mean I’m his anchor and I can’t even be calm and collected. It throws him off and I tried to ask for advice but it feels like our bond is so shaky. I love him but what if he thinks it was a mistake. His parents already hate me. They think I’m going to take him off to some unknown pack with zero notoriety. He’s really a good guy once you get to know him. You would love him.”

Stiles held back a cynical remark, this wasn’t the time and he hated how she smelled of grief and despair. Omega instincts and the fact Stiles was a decent f*cking werewolf, had his arms wrapping around the human girl. So maybe she had made a bad decision. At least she was saying sorry, and Stiles could feel her confusion and frustration not projected at him but inward.

“Thanks for saying sorry.” He mumbled awkwardly feeling her wrap her arms around him and sniff into his chest.

“I wanted to sooner but every time I felt like you would take it badly. I didn’t know someone would be out on that road we were all a little intoxicated except Jackson, he never drinks. His dad is pretty strict about drinking and driving that's why he was driving. Everyone thought he was drinking because he was carrying around a cup of soda, but you have to keep up a front when- well anyway. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. “

So maybe Jackson did have a heart after all, or some kind of moral compass. Stiles pulled away handing a tissue to Lydia from a small package he kept in his back pocket.

“There, stop crying now. Everyone will think your mathbook broke up with you.” She giggled rolling her eyes.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to just unload, I don’t have anyone to tell I think it just bubbled out.”

“I’m easy to talk to.” Stiles smiled remembering something Scott had said. The two made there way out of the aisle and back to their bags. Stiles forgot the books he needed he didn’t want to be late.

“Here.” Stiles wrote his number down quickly, “If you need to text you can text me. Day or night. Even if it’s fluffy kitten pics.” Lydia took the strip of paper and nodded sniffing.

“Who are you? A saint? Saint Stiles?” Lydia was tapping the number into her phone.

“No ma’am I am no saint. I’m Batman.” Stiles laughed “And I’m going to be late so we better hurry.”

~0~

Stiles was on his way to the bathroom when he heard a familiar angsty voice. “I told Kimmy to f*ck off and I’ll tell you the same!” Stiles was unnoticed standing by the door of the bathroom, why were the two alphas in the omega bathroom? Why ask at this point?

Cora was wearing her usual jeans, and black tank-top, the other alpha was wearing a grey hoodie and skinny jeans. Suddenly the two were pushing each other someone’s phone slide out landing next to a shocked Stiles’ feet.

“I have those pics on my phone Cora, I’ll send them out to everyone unless you do what I say! Just think what Alpha will say about her disappointment of a daughter.”

Stiles picked up the phone a picture of Cora smiling locking lips with another girl. Anger flared through him. “This phone?” Both alphas looked up at Stiles from where they had rolling around on the floor. Stiles had moved over next to an open stall, a sad look on his face.

“I looked. This phone is deactivated. This is someone's phone a someone too stupid to use a cloud to save their pictures for blackmail. “

“Don’t!” The unknown alpha growled.

“Don’t what? Drop this in the toilet and flush? Or don’t drop it on the ground and smash it with my foot before putting it in the toilet?” Stiles had enough time to just toss it in the toilet and flush.

“You little bitch!”

The other alpha pulled him from the stall glaring down at the phone now showing a black screen due to water damage. He glared at the omega, surprised that he met his gaze with his own,

“Such gentle behavior, you make me swoon. Carebear you okay?” Stiles called over his shoulder backing up.

“Stiles?” Cora was surprised and confused.

“Cor de lune? You know you can’t get into any trouble. You just were released.” Stiles reminded her, then his arm was taken and he just realized he was standing in front of a pissed off alpha. He also realized his left arm was still sore, and was happy, overjoyed ecstatic that this idiot had his right arm.

Why did he have to suddenly be brave? What’s wrong with him? So Stiles took a deep breath and headbutted the alpha holding his arm. Pain exploded in the center of his head and he realized too late he was shorter than the alpha. So he managed to only cause the alpha to step back blood exploding out of his nose.

“Ouch! That was nothing like the movies!” Stiles fell back, caught by Cora. “This is worse than an ice cream headache.”

“You are a crazy little bastard! Hale this isn’t over!” The alpha growled but Stiles was in too much pain to even catch what cliche warning was thrown their way.

“Come on Stiles let’s go to the nurse’s station.” Cora helped her friend stand, yeah Stiles was a friend. Only a friend would do something like this when he would have nothing to gain. She had already told him she wasn’t into omegas so they would never mate. This made it clear to her he wasn’t trying to be friends because of her last name, come to think of it what was Stiles’ last name? Had she even told him hers? Well everyone knew her, so he had to know her family. Right?

“No! I’m fine. You should get to class before you get in trouble. I’ll see you at lunch. Let me just catch my breath.” The thin boy groaned crouching down holding his head in his hands.

Cora started to argue, but he cut her off with a finger wagging towards her his head still down.

“Cora. Just go. It’s fine. I’m not fragile. Besides it’s humiliating if you treat me like a baby after my gallant act. I need to be able to have some dignity. Right.” He stood up hands on his hips like a runner that finished a race.

“Dignity. Ha.” She continued to stand there staring at Stiles who had his head tilted back eyes squinting shut.

“What is it? Am I bleeding anywhere?” Stiles opened one eye to peep at his friend, she was lookin at him with a strange expression.

“Cora? Are you okay? Did that guy do anything?”

The alpha’s eyes were watering and she shook her head no putting her hands over her face, her shoulders trembled.

“Cora? I mean if he did we’ll chase him down and you can hold him while I hit him with sarcasm and feeble outdated your mom jokes. Because I don’t think I’ll try another head butt for a while.”

The brown haired alpha sobbed and laughed, “Wow, I’m like making everyone cry today. “

“Shut up Stiles.” Cora sniffed, accepting the strip of toilet paper the omega handed her. He was all out of tissues. “It’s just no one's ever defended me before, well apart from family. Especially not a weakling omega. “

“Hey OUCH! Who’s weak!?” Stiles protested but winced massaging his throbbing forehead.

Cora embraced the omega and scented him “I owe you Stiles.”

“Fine pay me back by going to class. I’ll see you at lunch.” Stiles was firm grades were no joke to him.

“Only if you get an icepack on that and have the nurse look it over. Your arm too. Let me see if it’s bruised.”

“Deal mom.” Stiles rubbed his head and winced pulling his red hoodie down and removing his black t-shirt with several dc heros. Then the long sleeved gray shirt with thumb holes, he had a white t under all this.

“So many layers pup?” Cora winced seeing fading bruises from Stiles’ car accident.

“I heal slow. And I’m cold all the time.” He explained “And worry about my poor forehead. My brain is literally my only attribute. Cora eyed Stiles’ soulmark.

“I bet your soulmate says otherwise.” She giggled then wished she hadn’t said that, Stiles’ demeanor changed almost instantly. She hadn’t believed him when he confided that his soulmate hated him, it broke her heart that anyone could hate Stiles.

“That bastard! It’s turning purple, I can see his handprints. Even the swirl of his fingers.” Cora was fuming she started for the door. Her growl was near fueral, and Stiles could see her starting to phase.

“Wait! Cora! I said have this. It’s ok. I bruise easily. These will go away. Please. I’ll go to the nurses station. Don’t make my headache be for nothing.” His touch didn’t cause her to snap at him, instead it had a calming effect. Her teeth and claws retracted the red of her eyes flashed. The omega released the alpha and instinctively submitted.

“Oh, god! Stiles! I’m sorry.” Cora was pulling him into a hug, “Don’t don’t do that.”

“I can’t help it. I hate this.” Stiles whispered wincing when Cora embraced him too roughly. “Please.” Stiles took a step back, defeat in his voice.

“Fine.” She reluctantly stopped hugging him before she left. Stiles shoved his shirts into his bag, hurried to do what he came in for and just pulled his hoodie up over her his shoulders. He really did want something for his growing headache. The omega took a moment at the door putting his head against the cool wood. Would simple social interactions always be that hard? He had always thought that when he presented his physical problems would go away. As well as mental. He’d be less anxious and more confident, he would be stronger and at least warmer. A hand rested on his new bruising, his pamphlets and doctor said he’d be stronger if he bonded. He could never trade his freedom not even for his health.

After taking a good 15 minutes of reflection and allowing some small bit of self loathing, Stiles made it out of the bathroom. Four steps down the hall before he ran into a solid form the one belonging to his ex best friend. “Stiles!”

“Scott.” The omega was less than enthused, was today really going to be like this? It was only tuesday. And not even lunch yet, it was a sign to go to the nurse’s office and just sleep till lunch.

“I wanted to talk to you.” Scott stated eagerly like a puppy that found his favorite bone, or more like dug up his favorite bone he forgot all about for over a year. Still Scott’s smile was wide and he bounced on his feet happily, Stiles had alway loved that about his friend. It was infectious when it came to Scott, and Stiles fought his own want to return the smile. He could feel the guy was eager to embrace him but held back.

“No.” Stiles hissed trying to side step his friend, the hall was empty and the omega bathroom on this wing was in a part of the school where there were more storage rooms than classrooms.

Scott blocked Stiles’ attempt to duck past him, damn Scott for knowing his wiley ways.

“Move.” Stiles wished Cora had stayed.

“I wanted to see how you were doing. How are you man? I heard you were in the hospital. Smoke inhalation or something? What were you doing in a burning building? Or was it a robbery” Stiles rolled his eyes, “And congrats on presenting.”

“No. We aren’t doing this! f*ck off Scott. It wasn’t a burning building it was a car accident, you would know that if you would have f*cking texted me or pretended to be a good friend. “

“Stiles it’s not like that buddy. Come one. Don’t be this way, I thought you would understand. You said you would. I presented and found my soulmate. It was all a whirlwind and then I got on the lacrosse team. I’m a starter and Allison is really-”

“Hey you have a wonderful life go enjoy it. With your new friends and your soulmate. I don’t need you. You knew I was in the hospital, I was there for a couple days but you never came to visit. Boyd and Erica managed to come see me at home, Boyd brought my homework. You don’t get to suddenly pop back into my life like you did nothing wrong. You threw me away for your new friends and status. I would have loved to know your soulmate because you care about her so much but you never gave me the chance. I thought we were brothers. Instead you hang out with the people who make my life hell. So, what is it? What do you want?”

“I wanted to-”

“What? Huh Scott? Pick up where we left off? You haven’t even introduced me to your soulmate. That’s a big deal dude! I would have loved to know her, she’s obviously awesome if you two are fated! I understand if you want to spend time with her. I would never try to get between that.”

“I didn’t think it was important to you. I just haven’t gotten around to it.” Scott frowned “Everytime I came around the other guys were even meaner to you. So I stayed away.”

“ Scott? You. Just.” Stiles couldn’t, his arm and his head ached. Clearly Scott didn’t get it, maybe his IQ dropped from his association with neanderthals. “ Go away I don’t need you “ Stiles held his breath he could smell the guilt and Scott looked like a beaten puppy but Scott had hurt him. Stiles had been so alone and touch starved and the one person he thought he could always trust threw him away.

“f*ck off Scott. I don’t need your friendship. The kind that’s only convenient for you. Maybe you wont make the same mistake with your new friends.”

Stiles gave up trying to walk around Scott instead turned to walk further down the hall the opposite way hoping to just find somewhere to calm his racing heart and before he humiliated himself by crying. Was there even an upside to being an omega? He was constantly weak, easily tired, ready to submit and over anxious. What exactly was so great about being an omega?

Scott’s hand shot out and grabbed Stile’s left arm, “Wait. Just, let’s talk about it. Without yelling. You’re making me feel like my asshole dad.” Scott laughs uncomfortably before on reflex squeezing the omega’s arm. His alpha strength caused red hot pain to shoot up the omega’s arm bringing Stiles to his knees. The omega was falling to the floor whimpering, the Alpha in shock still holding the omega’s sore arm.

“What oh god. Stiles!” Scott released his friend trying to figure out what the cause of his pain was. His long time best friend was pale as a sheet he curled in on himself instinctively. Scott didn’t have a chance to say anything else someone was slamming him against an empty locker. He grunted flashing his eyes only to have eyes flashed at him, eyes and very sharp teeth.

“What did you do?”

“Derek! I didn’t, I just reached out. I didn’t mean-” The alpha released Scott letting him slide to the ground. Stiles’ hoodie had come off somehow in the fray. His right arm was sporting a purple bruise compliments of a nameless alpha, Derek didn’t know that. Instead he thought Scott had caused that injury as well.

“Stiles, man. I’m sorry. Woah-” The younger alpha looked at the dark soulmark on his friend’s forearm.

“When? Stiles! You found your soulmate! When? Who is it? Anyone I know? You just presented too.”

“f*ck off Scott.” Stiles grunted with a whine, he was trying to breath and pull himself together. Failing, he was failing at it it was too much.

Help. Help. Help. Make the pain stop. Make it stop! Pain. Too much. Alpha. His brain was screaming and he was turning his head towards a comforting scent. He couldn’t control the hiccuping sobs anymore and Stiles was lost to the pain. His omega pushing forward pressing into the much needed comfort.

There was someone gently pulling him into a sitting position, his vision was dotted with black specks any time he opened his eyes, and deep breaths seemed impossible for his lungs but his mouth still tried to take in air.

“It hurts. No. No. Don’t touch it.” the omega begged.

“Stiles, I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Stiles?” Scott sounded frantic, Stiles didn’t care about anything but how much pain he was in. That and breathing. He wanted to breath.

Then a hand touched his forearm just enough to cause discomfort but not enough to add more pain. Then it was going, the pain was spilling over onto the tiled floor. Like a deflating water balloon and the pain was leaving him. Then he was being carried, he could take deep breaths, now that the pain had ebbed into a single pin prick, more like a mosquito bite. The warm scent was still very reassuring and his eyes were so heavy. He could still smell Cora on his clothes and it was oddly soothing so he gave into the darkness.

When Stiles woke up he was in the nurse's office. He winced remembering Scott accidently grabbing his injured arm.

“Ah, Mr. Stilinski how are you? I tried calling your father but there wasn’t an answer.”

“It’s alright. I’m fine.” Stiles winced glancing at his arm.

“I wrapped it tightly but nothing was broken. It was nice that Mr. Hale carried you in. “ The beta nurse raised turned back to the clipboard in her hands. She had the same eye color and hair color as Allison. This was one of the human hunter’s aunts or distant cousins she looked a lot like Allison but older. The beta would definitely age with grace, Scott was lucky to have a strong and beautiful partner. And Stiles was left with stupid Derek. Oh god. Derek carried him, she had to be mistaken. Right? He wasn’t there to gloat or threaten, Stiles shivered recalling the hospital.

“Derek?” Stiles gulped jumping off the bed searching for his bag and hoodie.

“He’s talking to the vice principal.” The nurse never looked up from her clipboard. “I see you have a soulmark. We don’t have you registered at the school or your partner.”

“It’s no ones business.” Stiles replied softly.

“Stiles.” Scott was pushing into the room carrying Stiles’ bag and holding his hoodie. “I’m so sorry dude!”

“Scott. I told you to f*ck off.” Stiles approached the stalkier boy without meeting his eyes.

“I had no idea you and Derek were uh involved.” Scott turned red.

“We aren’t!” Stiles growled snatching his hoodie from his ex friend and pulling it on. He then grabbed his bag. A quick glance at the time told him that he needed to get to his omega classes at the middle school and soon. And sadly he had slept through lunch. f*ck. He needed to text Cora she would be worrying.

“Well I saw his soulmark and it matches yours.” Scott interrupted Stiles’ chaotic thoughts.

“You saw? He showed you?” Stiles felt sick halting his rapid fire text after scanning 12 texts from a worried Cora.

“Yeah, when he was pummeling me! Good thing I heal quickly.” Scott rubbed his left jaw. “I don’t know where he’s getting off hitting me. When he’s out hooking up with Jennifer Blake.” Scott frowned. “Oh, sh*t. I’m sorry. You probably didn’t know that.”

“Shut up Scott!” Stiles snapped looking over his shoulder at the nurse who was on the phone in the corner ignoring the two of them.

“What? Wait, you knew? About Jennifer I mean. And you’re okay with it? Stiles? I always thought you wanted what your parents had.”

“You can’t tell anyone! No one can know about the soulmate thing! And I do. I just don’t care what Derek does with his life. No one needs to know- “

“That he’s a cheating bastard? That you deserve better than.” Scott pulled away from his friend, his eyes running over the omegas face. He could smell fear rolling off of Stiles and his stomach twisted.

“Wait. Did he threaten you?” Scott’s eyes flashed. “Stiles. Is he threatening you?”

Stiles shook his head but the lie was easily read in his hearts skipped beat. “Lie.’ Scott growled.

“IT’S NOT YOUR PLACE!” Stiles held his friends forearms with his hands willing his ex friend to do as he asked. “It’s too late to pretend you care!”

“Stiles. He’s your soulmate. Your alpha. He should be-”

“What?” Derek growled. “What are you yapping about Mccall? And I told you to stay away from Stilinski!” The alpha flashed his eyes and bared his teeth but the younger refused to submit.

Stiles felt sick, the pheromones in the air, were getting heavier and heavier. Where did the nurse go?

“What did you tell him Freakinski? If you think Mccall is your friend you’re wrong. He laughed with the rest of us when we shoved you or talked about how pathetic you were.”

“f*ck you Derek!” Scott didn’t deny it though, and Stiles felt his heart clinch, he held back a pathetic whine.

It hurt, but he guessed as much. He needed to get out of there before he embarrassed himself.

“I didn’t say anything.” Stiles replied low enough for both weres to hear incase the beta nurse was hiding somewhere.

“I knew it! You are threatening him!” Scott went to push Derek but Stiles stopped him.

“Scott. You have your own soulmate. Worry about her. You both can fight whatever. But I’m leaving.” Scott grabbed for Stiles but the omega flinched causing the young alpha to freeze and the older alpha to growl.

Stiles had to put distance between them and him, his legs were starting to tremble and his eyes were watering. He wanted to cry but he refused to do it in front of them, neither one of them deserved to see his anxiety attack and breakdown.

He made it on quick legs around the corner and outside into the courtyard, when a hand caught him from behind. Squeezing the back of his neck, it was something meant to anchor but when he realized who it was it instead caused him to hyperventilate. “What! What do you want from me?” Stiles hissed, gulping in air trying to pull free striking at the arm belonging to the hand holding him mercilessly.

“We need to talk! Stop struggling.”

“Let me go!” a sob.

“Fine. Don’t run!” Derek snapped, releasing Stiles allowing the young omega to fall on his ass.

“Derek.” Jennifer appeared with a cat that caught the canary grin. The beautiful beta wore her brown hair in a high ponytail. Stiles thought it drew attention to her pale swan like neck, alphas were into that kind of thing. Him not so much, still she was wearing a skirt that came just to her knees and looked like it was made from some flowy green material. The white sleeveless blouse had a v cut from the soft material with two strips of the same cloth criss crossed over the gap, I guess that made it appropriate for school. Stiles didn’t like that she was overly perfumy like flowers that were about to go bad.

“I happened to be passing the nurses station and overheard you.” She waved playfully at Stiles now standing and dusting himself off. The omega nodded in her direction glancing around to be sure she was even acknowledging him.

“How much did you hear?” Derek felt sick, “I can explain-”

‘No. No need. It makes sense now. I understand. “ She started to pet his arm, her face upturned. “You are in a unique situation. It’s fine. I’m not opposed to playing nice. If you want to have your soulmate watch, or maybe join in. Maybe you want to be the one watching I’m open to it. “ She glanced at a beat red Stiles, a very beat red and confused Stiles. “I heard omegas are delicious. And the things I could teach you pup.” She licked her lips before turning to look back to Derek. “You should have told me sooner.”

Stiles took a few steps back and broke into a run, he couldn’t take anymore of today. If he went home early his dad would get a call that ratted him out for not showing to his omega classes. Well he didn’t answer when the nurse called maybe he wouldn’t answer to that. Stiles shook his head shivering, he didn’t want to be alone.

He didn’t want to be anywhere near Derek, Scott or that creepy Jennifer girl. She wanted Derek she could have him! Stiles walked the short distance to the middle school forgetting Cora usually escorted him. He was so lost in troubled thought he nearly walked past Brandon. The kid was being pushed against the side of the building caged in by some blond kid with a buzz cut.

Stiles usually took this route to get to the door opening out to the side of the building directly. The field wasn’t very far away and he sometimes watched the soccer players take the field wishing he had played a sport in middle school or even qualified for one.

“I told you not to tell anyone about our soulmarks! It’s bad enough I have to hear my dad gush over your grades and constantly compare us! The whole planning my life and sh*t! I don’t need my friends to know what kind of loser I’m saddled with! I hate you!”

“Woah!” Stiles growled pushing the little twirp, well okay the little twirp was definitely an alpha and he was Stiles’ size. This didn’t matter, “You can f*ck right off! Anyone would be glad to be associated with Brandon!”

“No one's talking to you slu*t!” The kid with the buzz cut looked down at the skinny Brandon “So you have your sister here fight your battles.”

“Now that was uncalled for. You little alpha jerk!” Stiles grabbed the kid by his stupid black jean jacket. Cora could appreciate this pup’s style but not his attitude. “How do you like being pushed against a wall?” Stiles used the shock of surprise to do just this. “ You are obviously an idiot if you hate someone for doing better than you in school. So you are obviously going to grow up to be a bigger idiot jerk. I’m embarrassed for Brandon. There’s no hope for you! What is it with you alphas? Just because you were given a f*cking knot in the biological lottery you think you’re superior than the rest of us. Well I’m here to tell you, no. No you are not! You were born with a sh*tty personality, and you will always have one. Why don’t you tell your father you’re not good enough for Brandon and a platonic bond is all you’ll end up with. Spending the weekends scenting, or sharing a shirt, and being roommates.” Yes. Stiles had been doing some research, there was something called a platonic bond but it wasn’t spoken of much due to it going against the norm and traditional views.

“Come on Brandon. We’ll be late. Don’t waste your breath not another thought on such a lowly being. You will find someone out there who loves you and wants you as a partner. And this idiot will be forced to watch your happiness while you scent mark like one would a friend. Even that is an abhorrent life sentence for someone as kind as you.”

“Soulmarks are forever.” the kid objected but his voice wavered slightly as if he doubted his own conviction.

“Are they though? Google it idiot. And I don’t mean harems that alphas sometimes have with their soulmate being their number one. I mean something else. You can go f*ck yourself.” Stiles hissed taking Brandon’s hand and pulling him towards class.

“Woah! Where’d that come from?” The two omegas sat in the back of class, Stiles shook his head. “Long day?”

“I’m sorry he said those things. I had someone say the same to me and it hurt. At least your chosen alpha isn’t scary.” Stiles shivered involuntarily remembering Derek looming over him at the hospital. Then a brief memory of pain ebbing and a blurry figure standing to the side of him crept into his thoughts but he pushed it away just as quickly.

“Even if I could understand where he was coming from and why he hates me.I mean I hate me

But you. You’re great. He is lucky you would even consider him. I hope you don’t buy into that bullsh*t they try to teach kids that if and alpha or beta is mean to you it’s cause they like you.”

“Oh, no. No worries, Cora said the same. She said if they’re mean assholes they’ll always be mean assholes and it’s better to just ignore them. Or she offered me brass knuckles or mace. Our alpha confiscated her taser. I’m okay. No one ever said that kind of thing to Travis though. He’s always telling me I ruined his life since we practically presented on the same day. Our families have known each other for a while, we were at his house for dinner and I bumped into him and well soulmark appeared on my wrist.Needless to say it was not love at first sight. I see I’m not alone.“

“You should tell your alpha about it. Don’t let that little f*cker think he can get away with it. I bet your pack would have words with his.You aren’t just some horse for trading and breeding. Are you from a big pack? Is his bigger?” Brandon’s cheeks blushed and he looked away. “At least think about it. If not your parents at least tell the counselor at your school.”

“I will. I promise. My packs definitely bigger than his. It’s okay size.” Stiles shrugged not wanting to say anything he laid his head on his aching forearms facing the window where the soccer field was empty and the slight breeze was kicking up leaves. Brandon just petted his friend’s head, giggling when the older omega started to nod off and snore.

After class a very cranky Stiles explained some of what happened at school, not wanting to out Brandon, he would have to tell his family. Stiles did note if Brandon didn’t bring it up soon he would say something to Cora.

Stiles tried to breeze over the whole Scott thing and to Cora’s credit she graciously listened to his quick description of what happened mentioning Scott accidentally grabbing him. This had her fuming it had taken him the whole ride to the hospital to calm her down. But she didn’t say anything, she only growled glaring straight ahead. She wanted to pick him up from his appointment at the hospital with Deaton but Stiles promised he would be okay taking the bus home from his appointment. She reluctantly agreed.

~0~

Despite the small hour nap he took in his omega class, Stiles felt exhausted by the time he reached the hospital. Stiles found Deaton’s office almost in the basem*nt, he clutched his research and pushed the door open and damn his luck to see a familiar scowling face in the small waiting room as he checked in with a beta human receptionist.

“Mr. Stilinski Mr. Hale has asked to sit in on your appointment.” The blond human was chewing her gum and apparently her name was Nancy. Her shoulder length hair was curled at the ends and her red lips thinned when reading Stiles’ panic.

“No.”

“It’s not just your choice.” Derek growled towering over the omega causing Stiles to flinch. His reaction angered Derek for some reason.

“Mr. Hale please refrain from dominate behavior and rein in your pheromones you will upset the other patients.”

“What other patients?” Derek snapped “I am sure we are the last of the day.” The receptionist narrowed her eyes at the petulant young alpha.

Then behind Stiles entering into the office was his father still in uniform and looking worried. Stiles had texted his dad that he was going to his appointment alone after he had shot a worried Cora a quick text from the nurse’s office.

Today was a sh*t storm because Stiles’ father caught that and confusion washed over him.

“This isn’t happening!” Stiles hissed.

“Stiles I heard you were in the nurse’s office today.” The sheriff looked over his pup, “Thanks again Derek. Nurse Argent said you brought Stiles in. I haven’t heard the full story but I’m sure Stiles will fill me in. Now care to tell me why you are going in to this appointment with my son?”

“Because they’re soulmates and share the soulmark.” Deaton sighed.

“So much for Bonding protection act.” Stiles grumbled.

“Shut up, he already guessed seeing us both here and hearing that one.” Derek snapped gesturing to the beta human who rolled her eyes snapping her gum.

“Nancy I told you about your gum.” Deaton was rubbing his temples, the last patients of the day were always the most difficult, maybe Nancy scheduled it like that on purpose.

“I have asthma.” She replied checking her red painted nails. “I’m off in thirty minutes so best not be late to start this appointment. I have a feeling it’s going to be a long one.”

“Nancy.” Deaton reprimanded but the human ignored him going back to typing. “Excuse me Dr. Deaton, I have to call that volunteer from omega services to pick up the new enrollment paperwork. Thank god I don’t have to input this anymore.” The nurse sighed to herself.

“He can’t come in.” Stiles nodded towards to his dad “Especially if he is.” The omega glared at the alpha next to him.

The Sheriff took a seat and watched as his son refused to meet his eyes disappearing quickly behind another set of doors.

The Sheriff heard yelling and raised voices he was on his feet and through the doors ready to subdue anyone hurting his son. After the day the Sheriff was having, he was on edge, particularly when it came to omegas. This case was going to turn him gray and it was bringing up a past he thought he’d put far behind him.

Now his son’s soulmate was revealed and he wasn’t so sure he was okay with it. Claudia had ended up losing so much when she kept in contact with the Hales. No he couldn’t blame Peter, or Talia Hale not completely. Noah knew he himself was also partly to blame. If Claudia hadn’t pulled Adam Hale down, instinctively covering his very pregnant body the bullet wouldn’t have hit her. Wouldn’t have poisoned her wouldn’t have kept her from taking a cure because the cost of their own pup’s life.

“Platonic bonding?” Derek snarled. “That sounds like some newage bullsh*t.”

“I won't be tethered to him! I won't! I refuse to be mated to anyone unless it’s love.” Stiles didn’t care if the other two in the room thought he was being childish.

“We are not kids idiot. There’s no such thing!” Derek snapped “True love. Laughable.”

Stiles didn’t say anything he could feel the truth behind this statement.

“Sheriff.” Deaton was on his feet. “Everyone is alright. Just a little heated debate. Please take a seat. Everyone.” the doctor directed towards the leather couch, and two leather chairs.

Stiles took a chair wanting to be far from both alphas, “While studies show it’s more beneficial for fated pairs to complete the bond. There have been successful instances of platonic bonds. Except for fertility. An omega can only bare his fated pair’s pup. Any other alpha’s causes miscarriage. The same goes for the alpha. ”

“Shooting blanks isn’t going to kills me.” Derek shrugged, but not being able to start a family did. He came from a big family and couldn’t imagine not having that to come home to, pups laughing and fighting. All thoughts of a loving spouse were dashed smelling the loathing coming from Stiles. Why were they fated? It didn’t make sense.

“Fine I’ll adopt” The small omega crossed his arms over his chest and refused to meet Derek’s shocked eyes. “ There’s plenty of children out there needing love. I will happily adopt.” Stiles straightened his shoulders, though a small pain pinched at his heart knowing he would never carry his alpha’s pup, he would never subject a pup to a loveless union. Besides he was telling the truth, adopting was alright by him.

“I hate you.” Stiles looked over Derek “And I know you feel the same. I’ll take the pamphlet with the exercises to block the uh feelings and thoughts slipping through the bond. I’ll try my best. I want to go now it’s been a long day. Doctor Deaton we can meet up again just the two of us at my next appointment.”

“Fine by me.” Derek grumbled although his inner wolf was snapping and whining at the rejection.

“That doesn’t work Stiles, Derek.”

“What!” snapped.

“Why?” Stiles hissed.

“Because we need to be sure the exercises are working. So, Stiles you need Derek here when you are trying to block out.”

“Fine.” Derek fumed “But isn’t there something sooner, can’t we start right away.”

“Yes! That! Right there, I agree.” Stiles looked hopeful, Deaton sighed rubbing his temples something he would be doing a lot of. “I have an opening tomorrow, we can do this at least once for an hour every other day. Anymore and it will cause problems. Like headaches, bloody nose, disorientation even coma. I need to know if either of you have been experiencing any kind of seperation issues. Agitation, bouts of aggression, anger, sadness, crying, anxiety? Any physical ones, chills, fevers, headaches, muscle aches? Bloody noses, lethargy?” Stiles shook his head as did a smug Derek.

“Fine, I’ve been a little tired.’ Stiles admitted, “I sleep through my omega studies class, and my anxiety has been through the roof. “

“This won’t be so bad once you’ve completed the bond.”

“If.” Stiles corrected Deaton, “If we complete the bond which we won't be. And I thought we would look into a platonic bond.”

“Wait, wait.” Noah interjected “What kind of side effects are we looking at now? With every other day of exercises and this whole separation issue? Stiles is still a teenager. I don’t want him to be scented against his will.”

Stiles was standing he didn’t wait for anyone to say anything, his father growled at Derek but Stiles cut him off. “Dad lets just go.”

“I’m okay with every other day. “ The omega shrugged and quickly made his way out of the room.

“And really Stiles you can’t do any better. Derek Hale is a fine alpha. He saved your life.Maybe you should put whatever issues you have with him aside and try to make this work. He has a big pack you would be protected and safe. Talia is a strong leader in the alpha councils. She runs the whole pacific northwest. And has connections with European councils, she has a chair at the head of the international council. ”

“I won’t be forced into a union if there is no love. I want what you had with mom. I want to be happy even if it’s for a little while.”

Stiles smiled sadly hearing his father’s quick intake of breath as well as the increase in his heart rate. Good let him think about that one, let him be sad for a minute because Stiles had a point and he would not budge.

~0~

Cora entered the cafeteria on wednesday with murder on her mind. She was greeted by an excited Laura. “You’ve finally decided to eat with us!”

“Introduce me Laura. Please, to all of your friends leave no one out.” Cora’s wolfish grin was missed by her sister’s excited squeal.

Cora waited patiently for the names and pretended to care, she was really in the cafeteria because some beta from her first period told her that Scott ate lunch in the cafeteria with Allison Argent and she knew what Argent looked like.

“So is your mystery friend going to join us too?” Laura asked.

“Mystery?” Lydia asked.

“Mind your own business princess.” Cora snapped.

“Hey!” Jackson growled.

“Easy.” Boyd replied with a grin, this Hale was a firecracker, Erica patted a seat next to her.

“You can sit here by me sweetheart. I want to hear about your adventures in rehab.”

Cora was about to tell the older Beta she wasn’t her sweetheart but then she saw Allison put her arm around a dark haired male.

“Cora?” Laura tried to follow her sister’s line of sight, she was tense ready to pounce. If Cora had been phased she would be standing with her ears back and the fur on her back bristled.

“Scott Mccall.” She growled.

“You know Scotty?” Erica asked.

“Nope. But that’s him?” Cora asked following the douche with her narrowed eyes.

“Yeah. Why? “ Derek stopped talking to Isaac about the party they all were going to on Friday night.

Cora started forward ignoring her brother and pulling away from her sister’s soft touch to her shoulder. It didn’t take very long to reach the alpha, Allison was giggling and he was laughing at something the hunter had said. “You Scott Mccall?”

“Yeah-” Scott didn’t get to say anymore or even ask why someone sharing a Hale kinscent would want anything to do with him. Instead she headbutted him and his nose exploded with blood he fell back Allison was quick to catch him and she swung at Cora but her punch was caught by Laura.

“Stay the f*ck away from Stiles! If you even breath in his direction I swear to god I’ll cut you!” And Cora was backing away pushing past a growing crowd of teens holding their lunch.

“What the f*ck Cora!” Laura chased after her sister.

“Leave me alone.” Cora growled shakily pulling away from her older sister she hurried to her usual lunch spot knowing she would be going to principal's office soon and worse back to reform school. She wanted to see Stiles one last time at least, maybe he would write to her, and she was allowed calls on the weekends, would he accept her calls?

~0~

Derek was on his feet he heard his sister Laura yell “What the f*ck Cora!” Then Cora was pushing past the crowd of teens, Allison was arguing with Laura and Erica was growling at the hunter to back off.

Isaac looked confused as did Lydia and Jackson, Boyd had followed his girlfriend to make sure she didn’t get sucked into a fight.

Derek watched as Jackson reached out to put a protective arm around Lydia and Boyd subtly did the same to his soon to be mate. He wondered briefly what it felt like to share that connection with someone, something with mutual respect and not hate. He didn’t want to think like this and decided to find his younger sister, her rebel without a cause exit was stopped by the vice principal Mrs. Argent and Derek knew it was going to end with a call to their alpha.

It turned out their mother was indisposed and gave instructions to Derek to take Cora’s phone and keys, since Laura caught a ride with Derek to school Laura would need to drive Cora’s car home. Cora would wait at home until Talia returned from the case she was helping the Sheriff work. Derek and Laura would be sure she stayed out of trouble until then, so Derek thanked the principal and vice principal.

“Does your alpha often help the Sheriff these days?” The vice principal asked curiously. Derek shrugged, “You don’t have an omega do you? Your mother as I recall died shortly after having Cora. What a waist for the Sheriff. To lose a wife because of your omega only for her efforts to be for not.”

“What?”

“Victoria!” The principal snapped. “That isn’t something we discuss.”

“Wait what the hell are you talking about?” Cora growled.

“The Sheriff. His omega Claudia, sweet girl. Went to this school here. Your uncle Peter and her helped plant all the trees on campus. “

“Go home.” The principal cut off the beta. “Now. Derek you have permission to go.”

Laura met them in the hall just outside the principal's office she had made sure Scott made it to the nurse’s office. Allison was fuming and said Cora better watch her back, Laura of course hadn’t taken kindly to the threat. Then the beta hunter had called Stiles a slu*t which was confusing but Laura needed to be sure her sister was alright and get the full story.

Cora wasn’t talking, of course because she was the easiest person to understand and deal with.

Derek lectured his kid sister all the way home she just stared out the window, “Did Scott threaten you? You could tell me and I’ll deal with it.” No answer. “I’m on your side Cora.” Silence. “You aren’t a kid anymore Cora you can’t keep acting out? “ They pulled up to the house and she was out of the car before the engine was off throwing her bag down on the couch.

Brandon was home early due to it being a teachers staff meeting so he didn't have afternoon classes or Omega classes. When he heard his sister come in followed by their angry big brother he put his sketch pad down and quickly followed his sister up the stairs.

Derek huffed and threw his keys on the table of the family room blowing out a deep breath pulling off his letterman jacket. He plopped down on couch jumping up when he realized he sat on Brandon’s sketch book. There was someone ringing the doorbell, he thought ‘What now’

He answered the door there was Brandon’s soulmate, the kid looked nervously up at Derek careful not to look him in the eye.

“Hey Derek. Is uh Brandon home.” The teenager nervously looked around Derek.

“Yeah. Come in Travis.” Derek shouted moving towards the stairs“Brandon!” Then shouted up the stairs “Brandon! Travis is here!” Unaware this caused the smaller alpha to jump.

Brandon called down “What?” He met Derek halfway down the steps pausing like a deer in headlights. “Oh.” Anxiety filled the small area near the carpeted stairs and Derek turned from his brother to the little bastard refusing to look at Derek. “Hey Brandon. I’m actually kinda in the middle of something. I don’t think we have anything left to say.”

Brandon licked his lips he hugged his waist, and his posture was like he wanted curl in on himself. Derek had seen this before, it was how Stiles acted around him, and something in him broke.

“What did you do?” He turned on the small alpha.

“I came to apologize for yesterday.” The younger alpha stepped back.

“Don’t Derek.” Brandon managed. “Leave him alone! He was leaving anyway. “

Derek was shocked his little brother was taking any kind of tone higher than a submissive whisper. Then he was actually taking the other boys arm and pulling him towards the door.

The alpha stayed where he could glare and watch the two, “I hate you and you made it clear you hate me. I don’t think we have anything else to say.”

“It’s not. I don’t hate you.”

“Sure. Listen. Just because we have these stupid marks doesn’t mean we have to be miserable together. I know it sounds silly but I don’t want to be with anyone unless it’s out of love not obligation. I looked up platonic bonding. It’s not some hoax or new age bull. So I have my whole life to figure it out. I don’t have to bond with anyone. So please leave.”

The blond with the buzz cut opened his mouth to say something but saw the looming figure of his fated pair’s big brother alpha and decided against it.

Brandon shut the door and glared at his brother “It’s not your business.”

Derek felt like swearing what happened to his little brother that thought he could do no wrong. “Alphas think they can do whatever push omegas around. I don’t need a soulbond or fated partner. He’s been pushing me around for too long. I don’t need him.”

“He’s been pushing you? Verbally or physically?”

“It doesn’t matter.” Brandon shrugged “I can take care of myself. If he stops by again I don’t want to see him. It’s my choice. Besides I won't be a name to add to someones pack.“

Derek watched his brother run up the stairs head high shoulders back, but there was a slight tremor to his voice when he spoke.

Brandon had brought something up, Hale went far, the name that is. Why wasn’t Stiles falling at his feet begging for his knot and his name? It was getting distracting how easily Derek was always where Stiles was, yesterday was a prime example. He felt the distress the pain and then the shock he had followed it to that hallway. His instincts had lead him to throw Mccall up against the empty string of lockers, to take Stiles’ pain then carry him to the nurse’s office.

He had felt something and it confused him, when Stiles the omega had nuzzled into him searching for comfort for safety. That feeling of warmth caused his inner wolf to howl with approval. The rejections were starting to pile up and was tearing at him his wolf was on edge and his temper was off. How was it he was feeling off kilter, jittery and aggressive. Whereas Stiles was anxious and that was it, didn’t he need the alpha in the same way. Damn this bond thing.

This bond was a sh*t bond and it needed to be fixed and soon. Where had Brandon heard of platonic bonding? Was it even a real thing?

Derek went back to the couch glancing down at the sketch pad he had pulled out from under him earlier. He glanced at the picture his brother was working on, Brandon had a talent. He was sketching the scenery outside the family room window. He had the details of the pebbled driveway wrapping around the long winding stretch of land disappearing into the woods.

Derek flipped to the picture before, it was of a smiling Cora holding her cell in her hand, the omega had caught the glint of rare happiness in the young alpha’s eyes. Cora’s hair had fallen over her left shoulder and her feet were sitting on the coffee table in front of her. Derek remembered it was when she was giggling over something her friend had texted. Sometime last week such exchanging were becoming frequent and the family wondered when they would meet this person that held Cora’s attention.

The next page had Derek tilt his head sideways trying taking in every detail, it was of Cora driving and someone was in the passenger seat. Brandon was in the back seat, but the alpha could see his little sister smiling fondly at the passenger. Obviously sitting at a red light she had her arms crossed over the steering wheel and head resting on her forearm listening to the stranger speak from the seat next to her, it was definitely a he by the way his hands were moving.

The next one was the one that had Derek gripping the pad and holding his breath, it was of a familiar omega staring sadly out a school window. Brandon had made sure to spare no detail he had even managed to dot every mole that kissed the pale face. Stiles had his chin resting on his hands staring out the window. There was a frown on his face and he looked so sad, though it was a picture in black and white Derek imagined the whisky colored eyes distant and dejected.

The one before that one was of Stiles sleeping his head resting on his elbow, he looked so peaceful, Derek ran a finger over the bruised jaw line and over the messed hair.

The one before that was of Travis holding a soccer ball under his arm leaning against a fence talking to three other boys whose faces weren’t detailed it was only Travis that had a smug grin often seen on over confident alphas. He reminded Derek of Jackson with that smile and his wolf didn’t care for that idea.

“Why are you going through my stuff.” Brandon sounded nervous.

“I accidently sat on it. Maybe you shouldn’t leave your sh*t on the couch.” This made the omega flinch but he snatched his sketch pad from his brother.

“Why do you have sketches of Stilinski?” Brandon frowned shrugging. “I mean Stiles. You sketched pictures of him.”

His brother smiled then “You know Stiles? He’s cool huh. He is Cora’s friend and mine too.” Brandon’s grin widened as if he just realized this. “ He’s in my omega studies class. He sleeps through it mainly but he’s always a blast. He nearly beat Travis up yesterday and what he did for Cora. He’s so brave.”

“Stiles brave?” Derek made a face causing his brother glare at him, then his eyes narrowed recalling just what his brother had said about Travis. “What did Travis say that Stiles of all people would get aggressive. Did he threaten you?”

“It doesn’t matter anymore. I have some time before I have to deal with him and a bonding ceremony. Think of poor Stiles his soulmate hates him. I think he’s scared of him too he always smells so anxious.” Brandon shivered, “I would hate to have an alpha or beta like that. Travis said he was embarrassed that people might find out we are soulmates.He thought I had told someone because he overheard them talking about it. But I didn’t tell anyone. I told him that, but he got so angry he pushed me. That’s when Stiles walked up and shoved him back.”

“And?” Derek couldn’t believe what he was hearing how long had this pup whose balls hadn’t dropped yet been threatening Brandon. Brandon his youngest brother, timid and sweet and kind. Where did that little f*cker get off talking to Brandon like BRANDON was the embarrassment? Suddenly Derek felt sick, this was oddly familiar.

“And then he called Stiles a slu*t but Stiles didn’t take the bait instead he told Brandon that I would have a choice someday when the time came I would find someone who loved me. That he would be stuck watching me basically from the sidelines be happy. That I would be happy and there was thing platonic bonding and it would be Travis that was alone and sad. I didn’t believe Stiles at first but after reading online and thinking on it. I feel like things will be fine. I don’t need Travis. That guys been a jerk to me since elementary school, him and his stupid jackass friends. “

“Language.” Derek reprimanded but his brother wasn’t listening he was too busy crossing his arms over his sketching pad holding it to his chest like a shield.

“I was dreading school these last few months since presenting, well dreading more than usual. But I don’t need to. Things are going to be okay.I feel valued.“Brandon’s grin was still firmly planted on his face. “Wait how do you know Stiles?”

“He goes to my school.” Derek replied.

“He gets bullied a lot doesn’t he. He doesn’t really say anything like that to me but I can tell.” Brandon shrugged again.

“Brandon why didn’t you say anything to me or our alpha? Even to Laura, uncle Peter someone!” The younger boy flinched.

“I don’t need you guys to think I’m anymore of a disappointment that you already do. Besides it’s no big deal, I’m an omega”

“Being an omega has nothing to do what that. You shouldn’t be treated like less.” Derek felt sick saying this, wasn’t this how Stiles felt.

Brandon frowned, “Listen you need to talk to alpha about this. This conversation isn’t over, because if you don’t talk to her, then I’m going to murder that little f*cking punk. I’ll go to your school and do it right there in the cafeteria so all the others will know what it means to mess with a Hale. I’ll make an example of the little f*cker.”

“Language.” Brandon giggled, “Thanks. I, uh. I will. If you can be with me when I do. She’s always so busy it’s hard to catch a minute with her.”

“Well she’s gonna be close to murdering Cora so tonight is as good as a time as any. There’s gonna be a family meeting so might as well bring it up then. Brandon. You are important to us all not because of your secondary gender but because we love you. Nothing changes that. I will go to the ends of the earth to chase down someone that is hurting you.”

His younger brother smiled looking up at him from his long lashes cheeks flushing. “Now go and get some quiet time before alpha gets home it’s gonna be bad. “ Brandon shrugged leaving the family room empty. Derek heard his alpha come in and decided to avoid the yelling and hellstorm about to rain down. He went to hide in his room and texted Scott to see how his face was doing and to apologize he received no text back.

Derek was right about the pack meeting, after the head alpha was done interrogating a very unwilling Cora, Derek brought up Brandon’s situation. There was an outcry at the offense, and Derek was so proud to be apart of such a protective and loving family. He listened to his little brother’s accounts of being pushed at school, his locker vandalized and other pranks. Pranks that suddenly seemed less like pranks and more like cruelty, and all were so familiar. He listened to Brandon explain why he hadn’t said anything, how he felt so worthless and alone. Laura embraced her little brother and Cora who was silent through her own grilling took Brandon in her arms and told him how proud she was of him for being so brave.

Derek glanced around the room, his big sister Laura, his younger sibling Brandon and Cora, his uncle and aunt, everyone there in that room. If they knew what he had been saying to his own soulmate. He didn’t love Stiles but the least he could do was try to be friends. Right?

Derek was unaware that somewhere across town a certain omega doing his homework in an empty house hunched over a desk with a soft glow of a lamp was hit with a wave of guilt and sorrow.

~0~

Cora was brought to school with Talia Hale, Derek admired the fact that his alpha made any space feel tiny no matter how big, just with her presence. He hoped to carry the same confidence and clout. Talia was ready to fight for a reasonable punishment, however Scott had explained that it was a joke and misunderstanding. This surprised everyone including the principal as he reported that Mr. Mccall had come to him that morning with the story that Cora had accidently bumped him in the lunch hall and Allison Argent had corroborate his story. The principal being a Beta human could only trust the two at their word. Derek would definitely thank his friend later.

Cora was allowed to come to school the friday, when they three were outside the principal’s office she asked for her keys and phone but Talia shook her head no. “I don’t believe that one bit. However your name is cleared, so you can have your keys and phone back tomorrow. No sooner. I’ll take you home. Derek you go to class. And please stay out of trouble.” She sighed leading his younger sister away.

Derek started to go to class when he felt a buzz in his coat pocket he thought it was his phone and realized it was his sister’s. LILREd was texting he opened the phone about to text that his sister was grounded till tomorrow.

LILRED: hey text me I m a lil worried missed u at lunch.

Derek could see there were several missed texts from the same person, he also could see why his sister was smiling these days there were several pictures of encouraging gifs and memes. He laughed himself reading the dumb science jokes and math memes. There was a meme of a cat wearing a red bowtie and black hipster glasses holding a beaker full of blue liquid and the meme read “ Do you know any jokes about Sodium HypoBromite? NaBro” or “You can’t trust Atoms they make up everything.” That had Derek laughing and rolling his eyes. Was this person the reason Cora was doing better in math and science? He stopped reading her texts not wanting to intrude on her privacy. He needed to find Scott to thank him.

He sent a text of his own: Cora is grounded. Her phone and keys have been confiscated.

LITTLERED: OMG! :0 Is this her brother? Is she ok? What happened? >_<

Derek thought this person was a girl with the emojis, he quickly texted back.

CORD’LUNE: She wont have her phone back till tomorrow. Her phone is about to die. I’ll text from mine.

LITTLERED: OK. Sounds serious.

Derek laughed at the puppy meme the girl sent, he put the number in his phone and quickly texted.

Well Little Red. This is Big Bad Wolf.

LITTLERED: Nope. If u r Cora’s bro then you sir are SourWolf. Because I expect u to be angsty as they come.

Derek shook his head he was the opposite right? SourWolf: No. Complete opposite. I m a good alpha. Cora is the black sheep. We tried. I think she’s adopted.

LITTLERED: RUDE! But believable. I can not confirm or deny that she may or may not have said she is on to u all.

The bell rang and Derek had to get to class he caught another puppy gif that said similar LITTLERED: GTG!

Derek spent lunch glancing at his phone he had forgot that he would explain Cora's situation, instead he took a picture of his unappetizing lunch. Only to receive a sad face and picture of what looked like home made spaghetti.

SOURWOLF:WHO'S MEAN NOW?????

Chapter 5: ANXIETY

Chapter Text

Derek tried to approach Scott but Allison cut the alpha off on his way to were Scott’s locker was, “Leave Scott alone. You and your family have done enough!”

Derek wanted to deny it, “Listen Allison. Just let me talk to him, I wanted to say thanks for what he did.”

Allison rolled her eyes, “He didn’t do it for you or Cora.” She hissed like a cat who had water tossed at her. Derek could scent jealousy rolling off of her.

“What are you so pissed about? Look I just want to tell him thanks.”

“Go f*ck yourself Hale. And you tell that bitch Stiles to watch his back!” Allison turned on her black booted feet and walked down the hall her glar parting the masses.

Derek growled had Scott told his soulmate about Stiles and him? He wouldn’t, why would he? What would he have to gain?

He turned in the hall his phone buzzing in his back pocket he smiled knowing thinking it was Cora’s friend, temporarily feeling guilty that they might be in some kind of relationship and here he was flirting.

Except he didn’t get that impression from Cora at all, she seemed more happy to have someone to talk to.

LITTLERED: when the adderall hasn’t kicked in.

A gif of a puppy jumping up repeatedly wagging his tail trying to see over a wood fence.

SOURWOLF: when you should have zigged instead of zagged. My day so far and it’s just starting.

Derek sent a picture of cartoon dog in traction, he wasn’t usually one to send memes or gifs or even EVER use emojis but this person seemed to communicate solely with these things.

LITTLERED: Woke up with Gives you hell in my head.

SOURWOLF: ?

LITTLERED: All american rejects.

SOURWOLF:?

LITTLERED: OMG You haven’t lived! DUDE! If You don’t know AAR...okay. Here listen to this. And you’re welcome.

LITTLERED: I will not confirm or deny the fact that i may have been belting this out as i got ready for school this morning. Lucky for me my dad is rarely home or it could have been embarrassing...allegedly

SOURWOLF: Of course..allegedly.

LITTLERED: Naturally. This is pretty much my new theme song. Have u heard any dance gavin dance?

SOURWOLF: who exactly is Gavin? And why is he dancing?

LITTLERED: lol! >.< how do u sleep at night? Well listen to this! It’s a great freakin song!

SOURWOLF: i’ll check it out. Sounds like you’re still feeling that sting.

Could he be anymore obvious! God this guy or girl was probably thinking he was some creeper. Derek’s ears warmed and his heart sped up for some reason as if hope was spawning it’s treacherous little seeds.

Why was he getting excited at the idea that this mystery person who by the way most definitely went to BHH may be single. Newly so. He had a soulmate dammit. One who didn’t want him but that wasn’t exactly Stiles’ fault. Dammit, why couldn’t he go at least an hour without thinking of Stiles. The Alpha waited for a text telling him to f*ck off or maybe one that was more passive aggressive like SILENCE.

LITTLERED: Yup. I m still bitter. It was a bad BROkeup.

Ok, why was he happy. This wasn’t a good idea, flirting with a stranger.

SOURWOLF:Break ups are always bad.

I’m so cliche.

LITTLERED: Sure. But this was a BRO break up. U know whn u break up with a bro. And I gave him my good years. All sixteen of them.

Derek was at the lunch table he glanced over at Jackson, “Hey, let me borrow your earbuds.” His friend did just that tossing him a weird look.

Derek glanced at the title Gives you hell. He had to laugh at the lyrics, this sounded like something he definitely wouldn’t listen to.

He received a gif later of a dancing Carlton, “What is so funny? You don’t usually text. Like EVER.” Jackson asked his friend curiously nudging his friend wagging his eyebrows.

“It’s nothing. Just a project partner.”

“Sure. Project partner.” Jackson hummed going back to his nachos with less interest, could the school lunch be anymore disgusting. Soggy nachos, chips were stale and mystery meat yum. He wondered what his new friend was eating today. He/she could be in this cafeteria.

Derek listened to the music, he was starting to get a good idea of this other person’s personality. He could also see why Cora particularly liked or felt strongly towards them. Maybe he should get a real name, for all he knew he sat next to this kid or worse they were some underclassmen.

He continued to check his phone throughout the day a stupid smirk on his face, he didn’t realize that today he felt nothing coming through the bond that resembled anxiety or pain. Just content, but perhaps that was his.

~0~

Talia sat in the family room, her territory with her children around her. To her right was Derek he was next in line for alpha though Laura was the eldest the alpha wanted to be a background player. She had her omega’s instinct when it came to numbers and developing their financial growth. Also the aversion towards physical discipline or any kind of violence. Adam had been very much a gentle soul, he had always urged Talia to find another way around violence.

Her son Derek would build their pack, he had a way of drawing loyal friends to him and that was something a pack leader needed. Loyalty. He excelled in all things physically and he would develop critical thinking as he passed his highschool years. She knew he had a temper and sometimes didn’t make the best decisions but he came around. He would need to use his sister as council. And once he took a partner everything would be perfectly in place.

Then Cora would be good to recruit and train allies if she herself could find an anchor. Then Brandon, her youngest, the reason this meeting had been called.

Omegas were vital to any pack, they were rare in humans and even more so in weres. Especially male omegas. Brandon brought them notoriety sure, but he was soft spoken and had a way to calm his angry or hurting packmates.

Omegas were natural peacemakers some of the most famous emissaries for bigger packs were in fact omegas. Brandon’s secondary gender did not define her son, he was clever, compassionate, smart and he listened. He had a way of seeing things in a positive light.

Something he couldn’t do for himself it seems, and as his alpha and the head of the pack that would not be tolerated. She would not allow anyone to hurt her pack, physically or emotionally. She had listened calmly, Peter was to her left with his omega wife Carolyn and baby Malia was upstairs in her crib. Then as a show of power, because she was Talia Hale she had the extended family there sitting behind her in the comfortable chairs she had arranged.

“Alpha, what is going on?” Brandon had come straight home, there wasn’t any omega studies today and his brother picked him up from school.

“I’ll explain in a moment, we have guests coming. And we weren’t going to start without you.” Brandon frowned taking the seat as he was directed looking to Cora nervously.

Derek half winced taking his seat as well, the formal seating in a non formal setting, his mother was good. Their “guests” arrived, Travis and his father were independents, they didn’t have a pack.

The room filled with a sudden protective scent, the two omegas in the room tensed naturally responding by moving closer to their family member closests to them. Brandon remained straight backed but his hand shot out and grabbed Cora’s.

The Hales were an old name and Traditional in some ways, so the alphas kept from growling at their guests.(This wasn’t their first rodeo) Rest assured their visitors, invited or not were feeling uncomfortable and the realization was apparent on Travis’ young face. He quickly looked to a pale Brandon.

“Alpha.” The young omega whispered glancing at his head alpha with a whine.

“Don’t worry son.” Talia heard the whine from her youngest and responded thinking it was out of fear of his soon to be mate. “You’re protected here. Safe.”

“Alpha Hale.” Travis’ father had been a friend of the family, he worked at the dealership that had sold Derek the camaro. The blond looked nervous feeling the tension in the air and tasting the aggression. His son was looking absolutely terrified.

“Ian.” Talia replied leaving the title as a show of disrespect and anger. “It seems we have an issue.”

“Is it with your vehicle's, I assure you-”

“No. It’s about my son and your mutt.” Talia growled her teeth not yet extended but Derek could feel his mother’s anger through their bond.

“Pardon.” Ian Malcom had balls, he growled in his pups defense.

“My sister didn’t stutter. Your pup, the soulmate to my nephew, my only omega nephew my sister’s youngest has been bullied physically and verbally by your mutt, since presenting.”

Talia knew her son would need to eventually bond with the Malcolm alpha but she could prolong the ceremony until they both were in their thirties. Her son’s safety was the highest priority.

“Dad, I tried to apologize yesterday.” Travis didn’t meet his father’s flashing red eyes.

Ian snarled “Shut up.”

“It seems he doesnt feel my son is worthy of him as a mate. I understand his hesitation in youth having life planned out for you. It’s as if your choices are stolen from you. However using someone smaller and physically weaker than you is not an answer. As the alpha I am disgusted.“

Derek didn’t feel smug, he felt a mounting shame and suddenly his stomach was turning.

“Weaker?” Brandon, Talia’s usually quiet and obedient pup was on his feet. “That’s how you see me? Then you’re just as bad as he is!”

Cora couldn’t hold back the smirk and she leaned back in her chair, the sound of grandma's disapproval was apparent, however there were several growls going against the Malcoms.

Travis bravely stepped forward, granted he was a punk kid but he was trying “I again apologize for my behavior I see that it was inappropriate. I was feeling like I wasn’t good enough and the constant comparison-.” Admitting this must have been difficult especially in front a pack, but Travis was an alpha that would be joining this pack and it was best to be honest. Derek both hated and admired the pup.

The sound of a raised hand coming down hard against the boy’s left cheek made Cora and Laura grimaced. Derek snapped back in his focus drawn to younger alpha and his father, the tension in the air was thick. Brandon was on his feet before Talia could speak, however her face betrayed no disgust for Ian’s behavior.

“Mom!” Brandon hissed he was wiping away tears, was it embarrassment or in pain? Watching Travis being picked up. And Derek realized all too slowly, that his brother must be feeling that hit.

“Stop!” Derek growled, but Ian was too angry with what his son was costing them, Talia’s teeth were already extended feeling the anxiety from her sons especially Brandon. He was crying now, how much more pain would they cause her family.

The head alpha watched as Derek was trying to pull the mutt from his father’s grasp. She could see Brandon on his knees gripping the left side of his face as if someone had struck him. Someone must have! How did she miss it! He was in pain!

Her claws were out and she advanced on Ian Malcom he had his son by the arm again shaking him angrily.

“Stop! Let him go. You’re hurting my brother!” Derek tried to snapp the other alpha out of his angry frenzy. He could see Brandon’s pain, he knew from experience it was terrifying and painful. Pups in distress was a trigger for any alpha, beta or omega.

Brandon could see Travis was knocked back by someone’s elbow he put a hand to his eye and the omega felt the throbbing just over his right eye. He went to help the other boy up, he didn’t want this he never asked for this.

“I’m so sorry Travis. I never thought that this would happen. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t touch me! Just stay away. ” The younger boy snapped pushing the light hand resting on his shoulders away.

“Dad!” Travis was on his feet, it seemed Peter was holding Derek back and Talia was trading punches with Ian Malcom. The young boy moved just as Talia’s claws came out, they were meant as a warning strike. It was a move most enemies knew, it scarred but didn’t maim, she aimed for Ian’s shoulder knowing it would rip through the were’s expensive suite and leave a scar that ran from his left shoulder to mid chest. However she didn’t intend for his son to try and step in the way or for her son to take the blow.

The room suddenly fell quiet and Derek stood horrified, the youngest Hale had been knocked down by the blow, landing just a foot away his right hand was over his left cheek, eyes wide he moved his hand and looked at the sticky red confused. Then just as bewildered he looked at his mother, his face going white as blood suddenly flooded from three angry tears right under his eye stopping at the edge of his frowning lips.

And just like that he crumpled to the floor, blood staining the carpet of the family room.

Derek stood back as his mother quickly went to her son, he was bleeding, her hand clamped over the wound. “Laura!” The alpha called.

“I’m on it. An ambulance is on the way.” Laura’s usually steady voice broke.

Cora was in shock, standing back as the room was emptied out by uncle Peter, his own wife had been taken out of the room when the violence erupted.

Talia’s left hand veins blackened as she drew out the pain trying to wake up the small figure. Travis was looking at Derek then back to his mate, the alpha could see the boy was in shock but he didn’t seem to be in pain. So the older alpha thought his alpha mother was managing Brandon’s pain.

The ambulance was surprisingly quick, they arrived before the fire department and police. A tall emt approached Talia after examining Brandon and getting him on a stretcher. He was pale but alert.

“He’s lost a lot of blood. But it’s not so bad.” The emt a beta with gray hair looked at the wound they put a heavy bandage over.

“Will it scar?” Talia demanded her voice sounded hoarse.

“It depends.” She nodded, knowing her son was an omega, that meant many variables. It meant because she was an alpha he may just heal slowly or, it may heal and there would be a scar.

“It was an accident.” Peter growled at the other paramedic.

“I understand that but the police and omega services have to be notified in these situations when a minor especially an omega is involved. They’ll meet us at the hospital.”

Derek knew that meant the Sheriff might show, just because it has to do with the Hale family and he would want it to be done right. He could feel the disapproval of the Alpha before he even arrived. Today couldn’t get any worse. Right?Laura was with Cora, uncle Peter stayed behind and Talia would ride with her injured son, taking his pain the best she could.

Derek had to leave his guilt ridden mother the scent of her anger and frustration was almost too much. When she had tried to reach for him Derek had flinched and taken a step back. Before Talia could say anything a female voice cut through the tense air. “He’ll have to stay here two nights at the least, but we’ll see what the doctor says. It’s not helping him ma’am. Your scent please, he needs to feel safe and warm.” The human beta nurse instructed only to be growled at. Derek was leaving as Laura and Nurse Mccall were entering the room to calm the agitated alpha down.

Derek was feeling anxious and agitated he had pulled his henley off and changed into another one he had in the trunk of his car. His brother’s blood was still in his nostrils and he went straight to the alphas restroom to be sick.

He had a buzzing in his back pocket.

LITTLERED: U ok? Just talked to Cora she told me what happened to Brandon. Dude I’m so sorry. If you need anything, I know I already told Cora that but that includes you too.

Derek didn’t reply, he didn’t know what to say, his hands were shaking. His inner wolf wanted phase wanted alpha phase and rip into someone. He was itching to go back to his brother to l make a nest with Laura and their head alpha around the small unconscious figure of Brandon. He felt himself recoil from their head alpha, it was instinctual and it made him sick. And his mother for the first time in his whole life didn’t meet his eyes.

LITTLERED: I know u r prob dealing with a lot right now. But remember to breath. Accidents happen. It will be ok. U r a pack, and packs stick it out. U have each other. Ur bro is lucky to have u both.

SOURWOLF: Thanks. Really means a lot.

LITTLERED: NP.

SOURWOLF: He’s stable. He’ll b here two nights at the least.

LITTLERED: i hate hospitals. Poor guy. Awful food, hawt nurses though. That's a plus!

Derek frowned, was there a time little red had been in the hospital?

LITTLERED: sorry sad excuse at a joke. Just text me if you need moral support or someone stupid to laugh at.

SOURWOLF: you could never be stupid. Some of the chemistry jokes you send Cora go right over my head.

LITTLERED: I’m a bit of a dancing fool sometimes.But it adds flare to my personality. LOL.

Derek was reading between the lines now, after the bullying Brandon insured quietly had The alpha was glad his brother wouldn’t be alone remembering how Stiles had been left alone for over three hours. Why did that thought pop up? Lately he was thinking a lot of his soulmate, his unwanted soulmate.

God today was a sh*t day. Cora must have called her friend as soon as everyone left the house, but he didn’t blame her. He didn’t feel close enough to call any of his own friends and tell them what happened. A spark of jealousy shot through him, he pushed it down Red was Cora’s friend to begin with of course he would have called. And Derek knew he was a HE because no girl he had met yet said dude. Still Derek wished he could have heard his new friend’s voice.

The Alpha imagined Cora’s anxiety, her tears that she hides from everyone even family but most likely allowed to fall while she spoke to her newest confidant.

Derek sighed, he was in Deaton’s office first which gave him time to lean back and think about everything happening. Nancy popped her gum and directed him to sit down on the couch.

“Awe, Ms. Blake.” Nancy greeted handing a stack of papers to the brown haired girl wearing a candy stripers uniform, did people still wear those. She had her hair in a high ponytail and smiled at Derek.

“Why are you here?” he asked as she was suddenly sitting next to him her thighs touching his. His eyes fell on her plump lips a sheen of gloss and he remembered just what those lips were capable of. He caught her sly grin and she nudge him with her thin shoulder.

“My parents make me volunteer to help get omegas properly registered. Its my civic duty.” She huffed. “Aren’t you happy to see me? Don’t I look adorable in this horrid uniform. I think it's a throwback from the 80s, I can smell the mothballs still on it. Anyway are you and your cute little soulmate going to come to the party friday? It would be really good to see you there.” Her hand resting high on his thigh, giving it a squeeze. “ If you know what I mean.” She winked and didn’t wait for him to answer.

“If you don’t show up I’ll have to ask Stiles myself. I can be very convincing when I want to be. Like I said I can teach him so much.” purring she was jumping up turning with a swish of her hair, leaving the room and the alpha who wasn’t in the mood to answer. Although anger did flare up in him thinking of Stiles going with Jennifer to a party. Stiles wasn’t hers. Was Stiles even his? Did he even want Stiles like that? Why had they been chosen as soulmates? What kind of f*cked up universe was this?

His brother had suffered from similar bullying as Stiles and he had feelings for his punk of a soulmate. Brandon had been hurt because of this bully , this whole mess was because of how Travis hurt Brandon. But mom’s hands and Derek’s were bloodied. In Stiles’ case he could have been killed! Derek had treated him cruelly, it was a threat but it was cruel. All because he had been jealous, he hated when teachers compared him the idiot jock to Stiles the younger genius. He fought the urge to phase, and he took out his phone holding his breath. He needed a distraction.

SOURWOLF: I see now why Gavin dances.

LITTLERED: listening to airborne toxic event earlier now it’s the killers they are my timeless ageless classic favorite of all forever time!

SOURWOLF: i’ll give them both a chance.

SOURWOLF: I’m waiting on an annoying person that I have to spend time with.

SOURWOLF: my brother is hurt. My family is up in arms. My delinquent sister gets to go back to school tomorrow, that's an upside. Right? Can you just distract me.

Derek felt like an idiot talking to a complete stranger about personal issues. However to his surprise Little red didn’t hesitate.

LITTLERED: Speaking of annoying people, u can wish me luck. I m going to meet with the real big bad wolf

SOURWOLF: Big bad wolf?

LITTLERED: some douche.

SOURWOLF: What? it sounds like you are actually hated. Is that possible?

LITTLERED: LOL u have no idea. At this point my only friends are Cora and Brandon. BTW, I just left him a little something. He was awake but drugged to the gills. He is way out of it, but it doesn’t look so bad. And Woah! Your mom is hawt! Also very terrifying. So is your older sister and younger I sense a pattern.

LITTLERED: Huggers r terrifying. Lol. But I couldn’t say no to ur hawt mom and sister. Cora even gave me some love.

Derek grinned, his sisters and mother were hard to be around sometimes to outsiders, however this guy managed without a problem. Who was this person?

SOURWOLF: ur at the hospital? And gross, thats my mother. And dumb sisters. If you get too close to Cora and Laura you’ll get their scent on you and you’ll stink. Or worse they’ll keep you as a pet.

LITTLERED: lol. Well. I wouldn’t mind being kept. It’s better than an empty house. At least I’ll be fed instead of having to do the feeding. Lol. Anyway I have a meet up with the big bad wolf. He hates me. I don’t blame him.

SOURWOLF: Why does he hate you? And don’t put yourself down. This guy sounds like a real f*cking douche. Need me to punch him in the face?

Derek heard a coincidental ping just as Stiles walked into Deaton’s office. The omega focused on his phone texting something quickly, a big grin on his face. Derek was surprised by the omega’s smile, it was a rare sight. He felt a flare of jealousy over whomever did that, but he shook it off just as quick. He wasn’t jealous. The guy was probably texting his dad. And where did that come from? He was openly flirting with Cora’s friend and at the same time getting jealous of a mystery text to Stiles. God he was pathetic.

LITTLERED: He’s not a bad person but I m just some trigger. Maybe it’s my scent. I am an omega, i hav a weird immune system and bad luck so maybe i stink! Like bad!?? Omg! I’ll have Cora break the truth to me.

LITTLERED: she smells so nice i bet thats y i can never tell. Oh lawd! Take meow!

The cat emoji sent with this was laugh crying and Derek laughed out loud he actually did. Causing both Nancy and Stiles to glance over at him in surprise shock. Derek didn’t laugh, not really and rarely in the presence of strangers. However he suddenly felt realization hit him, the alpha felt sick. It couldn’t be. No, no, not Stiles. Not. Stiles. But he took in red hoodie the omega wore all the time and now the phone in his hand. f*ck!

The omega didn’t approach Derek he checked in while tapping away on his phone. Not surprisingly this didn’t irritate Nancy, who was on her phone with one hand and checking Stiles in with the other.

LITTLERED:Sorry about ur brother but I know his nurse she’s the sweetest lady ever. She practically raised me.

Derek’s phone vibrated now with a sudden text he knew was from his soulmate, an omega that hated him. He swallowed slowly as two more rapid fire texts followed.

LITTLERED: Even though I BROkeup with her son. I hope we can work out every other weekend and wednesdays for visitation.

LITTLERED: Well into the wolf’s den I go. I’ll ttyl

Derek watched Stiles hit send and then turn his ringer off putting his phone in his back pocket a ghost of a smile still present.

SOURWOLF:OR maybe sooner than u know.

Derek replied the ping was unmistakable he watched Stiles hit what he guessed to be send on his iphone and Derek received them. He quickly sent his own and watched as a ping hit Stiles’ phone, the other boy’s face lit up and Derek flushed.

He wanted to say something smelling Brandon all over. Had the older omega been holding Brandon in a tight hug? Stiles’ own scent was sweet and very noticeable under Brandon’s and Cora’s. Why was this his lucky in life?

“I want to make this quick, maybe get basics down, I have someone to see I need to get out of here sooner than later. “

Derek nodded still feeling a little shocked at his revelation. “Fine by me.” His replying without arguing made the other boy in the red hoodie narrow his eyes.

“Okay where is Derek Hale? What have you done to him?”

“I don’t know.” Derek had to be sure Little red was Stiles. “Maybe I’ve become less of a sourwolf.” This caused the boy to freeze but then he must have decided it was a coincidence. He shrugged,

“Doubtful.”

The two went into the back where Deaton’s exame rooms were. They were made to face each other sitting in two folding chairs. “So what you want us to play a slapping game?”

“Yes, you’ve guessed it Mr. Stilinski, The same hand slapping game I’m sure you played as a kid. So first we’ll talk about feeling the bond, it’s about visualizing it, it’s not as strong as your families or friends. So close your eyes, and take a deep breath in and out. Look for the color. It will have its own color some describe it as-”

“Red.” Stiles had closed his eyes as Deaton instructed, “It’s dark red.”

Derek frowned he closed his eyes searching through the many colors, but his mind was so distracted it was hard. The alpha visualized a dark room just as he had been taught when he learned of his family bonds as a young pup. There were strings running from his chest out into the darkness he glanced down so many different colors he lightly tapped Brandon’s it was a soft Yellow color like the color of a honeymoon.

The alpha touched it feeling nothing but warmth and muted thoughts. They had given Brandon something for the pain obviously. His heartbeat was faster with slight anxiety. But he was alive and they were connected, he felt a slight tug from Brandon as if the omega were saying I’m fine. I’m here.

But Derek didn’t see a dark red one like Stiles had identified with. Until he felt a pull, it was a small tug as if Stiles was trying to alert him to the right one. The alpha stuck his hands through the tangled mess of pack and found the dark red one. Except it wasn’t dark red, his was bright red like the color of his alpha eyes.

“I don’t have that many so it’s easier for me to find mine.” He explained to a surprised Deaton.

Derek pulled back on the bond, Stiles’ eyes flew open, he blushed bright red once more. Deaton didn’t seem to notice, “I found it. But mine is a bright red.”

“Interesting. It could be that two of you aren’t yet bonded completely. Or.” Deaton’s voice trailed off.

“Or?” Derek pushed while Stiles fidgeted.

“Or. Your bond is strong. Once you actually have your bonding ceremony the two of you will complete the progression. Maybe even surpass others, I think you’ll be a special class of pairing. There are several classes as you know from your omega/alpha health class in school. “

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” Stiles shivered. “Mr. Frank demonstrated how to put on a knotting condom. I still haven’t been able to eat certain eggplant without gagging and he maintained eye contact with me while he was doing it so anytime I see him in the hall I run the other way. “

Deaton coughed trying to cover a laugh but Derek felt Stiles’ feelings of disgust and discomfort, the omega didn’t care for the man. Derek could go as far as saying that his soulmate was afraid of Mr. Frank the orchestra and band instructor. Why he was teaching omega health was odd usually they chose an omega, not an alpha

. Something flashed in his mind a memory that was most definitely not his. It was of hands lingering too long on Stiles’ waist and a voice asking if he needed any help with the project. Sitles’ nervous stuttered reply they were both standing side by side at a desk and the man had Stiles nearly bowed over supposedly looking down at a white poster board with several pictures and diagrams of the omega body.

“Stiles! Buddy come one! It’s lunch!” Scott, sweet oblivious Scott. Derek felt warmth and a sense of belonging like he felt with Brandon. This was Stiles’ memory. He was suddenly pushed out and he was back to sitting in Deaton’s office wondering what the hell that was. Stiles was glaring at him but said nothing.

“-so when or if you do decide to bond with enough training you will be able to talk without speaking. It’s rare but I’ve seen it, in fact in medical school two students were accidently cheating on their finals sitting at opposite ends of the room they had the same answers errors and all. “ Deaton had been speaking but Derek had been lost in a memory that wasn’t his own.

Stiles looked disgusted and Derek was frowning, Deaton cleared his throat. “Listen. I know the situation is not ideal between you two. I don’t know the details but I do know you were chosen to be paired. Your souls are one soul wanting to be whole again. Even your marks are advertisem*nts to this fact. It would be an injustice to see you two not complete the bond. However I respect your wishes and will assist in anyway I can. I have even reached out to that specialist Stiles.(an eccentric paranoid genius hermit) He hasn’t responded but I do expect a reply. When I do I’ll let you know. “

Derek’s inner wolf was clawing at him just under the skin, Stiles was going to leave he didn’t want him. His wolf howled aggressively wanting to get out. To force the smaller male to submit to say he was going to leave. But Derek pushed his wolf down, he didn’t deserve Stiles, he had pushed and pushed and now the omega was pushing back.

“Alright now Stiles, Derek tells me most of your emotions slip through, weras I get from you only the strongest emotions slip through to you.”

“I’m sorry.” Stiles winced holding a hand to his chest, Derek wondered if any of his remorse or self loathing was getting through. He pulled back on the bond feeling the string go lax and this caused the omega in front of him to look at him with muted shock.

Then Derek could only imagine his little brother, how stricken he had looked when Ian had slapped Travis. It was better that Stiles’ emotions slipped to him. Derek hated the idea of any of his many lacrosse tackles, the roughness in which he is tackled in his sport or roughhousing with his friends. Even the many hard friendly punches to the arm or back from friends in greeting or passing.

“It’s whatever. But I’m sorry that you feel any residual from my end.” Derek grumbled hating how he couldn’t even be f*cking truthful without sounding like it was Stiles’ fault.

“So Stiles, I’ll start with you. Derek hands out. “ The alpha did as he told. “This might sting.”

Before either of them could say anything Deaton took a wood ruler from his desk and slapped the alpha hard on the back of his outstretched knuckles. He winced and swore more in surprise, Stiles hissed.

30 minutes later

“Stiles you have to block the feel, the pull on your bond. Imagine a brick wall, start stacking bricks on your end let them fall quickly into place. It will be faster later. You don’t have a strong bond because there has been no bonding ceremony to complete your bond. So its not cutting the string but pinching it under cement blocks. This will be easy.”

“Speak for yourself.” Stiles was eyeing Derek’s knuckles. Deaton continue to instruct the young omega before he was on his feet. “No more.” He snarled, his omega hated the idea that Derek was in pain. Somehow his own mind wandered back to Brandon, it hurt him to see Brandon or anyone hurting.

Even though the alpha said it didn’t hurt Stiles could feel it and he hated it, hated it on a cellular level. “I-I think I need to stop” His chest squeezed suddenly and he couldn’t breath. Brandon’s and Cora’s scent was strong it still was on his clothes in his nose. Why was he so weak, why couldn’t he concentrate?

He started to sway on his feet his nose started to bleed he instinctively swiped it with the back if a shaky hand. Turning to look at Deaton confused, staring down at the back of his blood stained hand.

This reminded Derek of Brandon too much that he was lifting the omega up snatching a kleenex from a box near the table, he gently laying a still confused Stiles down gently.

“We’ve barely scratched the surface. Besides it’s your turn Stiles.”

“He said he’s done for the day.” Derek growled flashing his eyes.

“No. It’s fine. I’m sorry Deaton. I can go let me-“ the omega’s voice was labored as if he had run a twenty k.

“No.” Derek was pushing Stiles back onto the table. “You’ve done enough. Are you some kind of f*cking masoch*st?”

“I’m not weak.” Stiles pulled the tissue from his face his nose had stopped bleeding. “I can still keep going! We are here an hour!”

Again Derek thought of a frustrated Brandon, “ I didn’t say that!” Derek glared. “I know you’re not weak. It’s me. I’m having an off day. You deserve my 100% focus.” His confession had both Deaton and Stiles in shock. “ I got to go. Text me with the next appointment time.” Derek was heading for the door. He needed air, he needed time to think, but this wasn't to be.

“Der!” Laura called out to him as he passed his brother’s room.“ Where have you been? Well it doesn’t matter. Mom is calmer they had to give her a sedative to bring her nerves down. It calmed her but naturally it didn’t make her any less sharp. Brandon is awake but high as a kite it’s cute. You okay?” Laura stopped talking when her brother didn’t answer.

“I’m fine. I just.” He shrugged hands in his pockets. “ I just need to see him.” This wasn’t a lie it was a half truth. What Derek really wanted was air! Fresh air! He needed to f*cking clear his conscience, he was just realizing he wasn’t what he thought he was.

Laura smiled grabbing her brother’s hand leading him towards a private room. The lights were slightly dimmed and it reminded Derek of when Stiles had been in pain and alone.

Hurts. Stiles had whined back then after his accident, but in Brandon’s case his pack made sure he wasn’t alone or in pain. Cora was curled up next to him.

“Bro.” Brandon greeted smiling slightly his glazed eyelids heavy. There was thick padding tapped to the young omega’s face. Even with the layers of gauze pink lightly stained through. Derek looked away as he petted his brothers soft hair. “I’m okay. I’m going to be okay. I have my pack and Stiles says no ones mad at me.”

That confirmed it, that hit Derek hard. He owed Stiles and that guy didn't even know it. “Sssh. Why would we be mad?” Derek felt his own vision grow watery, he spotted A sketchpad and pencils with a get well balloon attached to it. Also there was a plane red colored gift bag. A nurse walked in took Brandon’s vitals and administered more pain meds through his IV. He glanced at the blond beta’s nametag incase they had more questions.

“My friend Stiles brought that.” Cora slid off the bed after carefully taking pain from her younger brother. “He picked up a sketchpad and pencils so Brandon wouldn't be lonely. And then he brought a bag of toiletries for mom or whomever's staying with Brandon here. He said the smell of hospital is bad but the generic cheap soaps were worse. He even included a brush and some snacks.” Cora swiped a tear away. “He is going to make a good wife.” She giggled “Even if he talks too much.”

Derek frowned the guy rarely spoke in class but here two of the most important people in his life claimed the omega was a chatterbox. “I headbutted Scott because he hurt Stiles. Stiles is pissed at me now he probably will never talk to me again. He thinks I think he is weak and he needed rescuing.” Cora rolled her eyes crossing arms over her chest.”I know you’re texting him. So put in a good word! Defend my honor.”

“He talked when he came here. And big brother has texting?” Brandon giggled “ He loves us. We’ll be ok. He needs friends, Dare will you be his friend? He looks so sad sometimes. Maybe you can threaten his soulmate to be nicer. Or else. Just a threat.k. No hits.” Derek felt sick he only nodded.

“Don’t look so serious idiot its a joke!” Cora punched Derek’s arm.

“Hugs?” Brandon made grabby hands towards his brother and Derek was there quickly and gently.

“Ouch. Hurts.” Brandon put a clumsy hand to his face.

“Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry Brandon.” the color drained from Derek's face.

“ No. I’m okay.” His brother replied “Your hug felt nice.” There was no lie and Brandon was smiling with his drunken grin and watery eyes. Omegas needed comfort, needed touch especially when they were injured and Derek felt a memory push through. One of Stiles laying alone in a similar hospital room, alone with an alpha, his soul mate standing over him warning him to keep quiet. Derek briefly closed his eyes not wanting to see the image, not wanting to remember how his mate coward and turned away from him. In pain, touch starved and lonely.

Derek wanted to punch a wall he was hurting Brandon and he hurt Stiles. He was a piece of sh*t, why did he not notice? “It’s not your fault.” Brandon was trying to offer his brother comfort cold hands shakily touching the alpha’s warm face. Derek nodded, wordlessly, allowing his cheek to nuzzle the cool fingers. When had his brother grown so much, his hands were small and thin, the hands of an artist.

“Is Travis ok?” Brandon swallowed slowly allowing his hands to drop back to his side.

“His mouth must be dry.” Laura grabbed a paper cup with a straw near Brandon’s bed. “Drink slowly. Babybear.” Laura’s nickname for the youngest of her siblings.

“ Who cares.” Cora went back to her brother’s side but Derek beat her to whatever she would have said.

Derek’s lip curled “ Why do you say that? Why don’t you hate him? Don’t you want to see him hurt? See him feel what you did? You should hate him. He doesn’t deserve an ounce of your kindness. His friends all can burn with him. “

“I still like him. He’s cute when plays soccer that’s why I sit by the window in omega studies. He used to be nice. He hates me, I don’t blame him.” Brandon took a deep breath and let it out shakily, a heavy hand went to his injured face.

“Well I’ll never accept him into our pack.” Derek hissed touching his brother’s face taking the pain.

“Derek!” Talia was in the room her stance less confident shoulder’s less straight. She glared at her son and went to her youngest kneeling besides him holding his cold hands. “Brandon-“

“Don’t make this weird mom. It was an accident. I-just want everyone to be less yelly and clawy and teethy. Dare. I’ve never hated him.I figure that it’s something I did. It has to be he has so many friends and I don’t have any. Maybe my scent is wrong. Cora do I stink? Mom and Laura are biased.” He smiled at his frowning mother “Mom. Stop.” He tried to squeeze her hands but it was weak, she noted how cold and clammy his skin felt.

Derek swallowed his own mouth dry nearly choking on his own spit. He wanted to tell his brother it wasn’t him, it was his bully. Derek was Travis, a punk, a f*cking brat that was jealous of another kid’s good grades. Someone who with his friends kept others from getting close to their target. How sick was that?

“Promise you will forgive.” Talia didn’t get to answer before her son started to whine his breathing was labored. “It burns.” He whispered, “ Can’t breath-mom it hurts.“ The sound of the monitors went off, the young omega’s eyes started to roll back and lids close. “It hurts-” Talia hated the whine of pain the boy begged for help with his scent smelling distressed.

Laura was yelling into the hallway for a nurse or doctor. Talia was calling her son’s name, “Baby stay with us. Brandon! Try to breath.”

“Mom?” Brandon’s wound was now bleeding through more soaking the bandages the adhesive holding it in place slide loose. Derek reached for more gauze off a side table, pressing it down as his brother started to convolce.

Melissa ran in with a doctor on her heels. “What happened?” The doctor an alpha growled.

“He started to grow short of breath after the nurse gave him more pain me-“ Derek was cut off.

“I didn’t give him-“

“Not you the blond.” Cora corrected.

The doctor looked to the nurse, “ It’s anaphylaxis, epinephrine stat! “

He was pulling out the IV line, while another nurse pulled Talia away the alpha started to push back but Laura and Cora intercepted her.

Derek remained helplessly holding the gauze to his brother’s face. Brandon’s heart rate was slowing down by the sound of his monitors and other alarms going off.

“Brandon.Stay with me son. Brandon!” The doctor yelled “Melissa where's my epinephrine?”

The nurse was there yanking back the hospital blankets, and injecting the pen into a pale thigh. Almost instantly the monitors stopped beeping.

“Derek. You did good.” Melissa took Derek’s place.

“What the hell happened?” Peter Hale demanded as he walked into the room.

Brandon whined and Talia was back at his side. “Did you get the nurses name?” Melissa’s calm expression was strained and the Doctor had another nurse take blood from a now barely conscious Brandon.

“She was blond” Derek rubbed his temples “ Her nametag said Joyce.” Melissa frowned and quickly left with the doctor. Not long after Sheriff Stilinski was back with two deputies.

“There's no one employed here by that name as a nurse.” Dr. Philips explained “ The chart clearly states your son’s allergy to the medication he was injected with.”

Talia snarled as did her family, “We’ve also put two officers around your son’s soulmate’s room.”

“That mutt is here?”

“Mother!” Laura tried to calm the agitated alpha her ativan was wearing off.

“ They are newly presented and their marks are new as well. Any strong emotion your pup feels the Malcom boy feels as well. It’s rare but strong bonds start out this way, I’ve even heard of telecommunication between a fated pair. My grandparents were like that they argued quietly but frequently. Anyway just now the Malcom boy experienced difficulty breathing. It’s fair to say if this was an attempt on your sons life for some reason than the Travis Malcolm would die if your pup died. We have a bonding coordinator here at the hospital you could speak with.”

“Why would someone do this?” Cora growled.

Peter didn’t reply and Talia just shook her head “Thank you doctor.”

“Mom?” Derek cut off her retreat was Stiles in danger because of him?

“Please Derek, I need to be with your brother.” The head alpha sounded defeated and exhausted Derek turned away.

~0~

The teenage alpha returned home with a heavy mind and exhausted body. Aunt Carolyn greeted him holding a bucket of pink water. “ I keep scrubbing I used the carpet cleaner but this is working better. The smell isn't so strong.” She nervously bit her lip not meeting her nephew’s tired expression. Aunt Carolyn was always so timid, she had beautiful golden eyes and was a full werecoyote.

Because of her choice in mate her own pack disowned her and her new pack always looked on her with suspicion. Derek wished his extended family could see her now. Worried, considerate, and so damn determined. Why were omegas so damn resilient, and forgiving? He thought of Stiles and Brandon now his aunt. He took the bucket from her, she was just as much as apart of them as anyone was.

Aunt Carolyn averted her eyes and looked a little embarrassed towards Derek’s actions. She stiffened, picking up on the tension in her nephew as he went to dump the water the bandage on his arm had come loose at some point and he didn’t notice but Aunt Carolyn did she spotted the soul mark but said nothing. She reached out slowly and touched her nephews shoulder. Derek could see the cracked and bleeding of her small hands. She had worked hard to clean the scent away. Knowing that it would make their family room feel less safe and less like a family room.

“Are you hungry?” Her voice soft and soothing.

“No but thank you.” Derek rinsed the bucket turning it upside down to dry in the sink he left his aunt standing watching him retreat to his room.

Uncle Peter loved this omega werecoyote, and he was a hard man to understand sometimes. However when he spoke to his mate he was different, gentle and sweet. Derek wondered if he would ever have that, was that the love Stiles was holding out for? Then there was a buzz in his pocket.

LITTLERED: how r u holdin up? Need anything?

SOURWOLF: i m ok. Thanx for the care package. My mom is staying with my brother she’ll appreciate it.

LITTLERED: No problemo amigo.

SOURWOLF: so you're mexican?

LITTLERED: no thats as much of spanish i know. I opted out and took french. The language of looove. Although all that got me was a missing french book and a solid A because i had to learn without the book. Do u hav ne idea how expensive a french text is! Ah!

SOURWOLF: lol. Sounds like u know some jerks. i m taking second year spanish

LITTLERED: have u seen the youtube vid of 1st semester of spanish spanish love song it killz me everytime.

Stiles sent the link and Derek laughed in his room alone in a near empty house. He knew it was Isaac that tossed Stiles’ french book in the cafeteria trash after stealing it from the guys locker. Isaac was failing and Stiles wasn't. That was the cycle they were jealous, they were monsters. Little f*cking punks like Travis, angry and projecting .

SOURWOLF: that was funny. Thanx i needed that.

LITTLERED: u can text me anytime. I told Cora the same even though i m still a little pissed about her head butting scott but we are even. After I head butted that last guy.

SOURWOLF: Any one willing to b her friend is either a saint or a madman. And Brandon adores you. What last guy? Alpha? Beta?

LITTLERED: shes kinda awesome so i’ll go with madman. Im no saint u know.i m a rebel. And Brandon is easily swayed by food. Uh, did I say headbutt I mean firmly spoke to and did not headbutt and it wasn’t anything to do with Cora.

SOURWOLF: that he is. As for rebel. yeah right. Staying up past bedtime playing the new fallout doesnt count. I feel like I’m missing something. I guess I could ask Cora.

LITTLERED: ouch that stung. Don’t tell her I spilled.

Derek didn't know why he was doing this but he couldn’t hold back.He had a need to see Stiles outside of school and without family or Deaton around. He wanted Stiles to know it was him, needed to apologize and dammit he needed a drink. Maybe he could start showing the omega a different side. He would first start with apologizing. Wasn’t it too late though?

SOURWOLF: so rebel how about a party. It’s at Theo Reaken’s house. If you go I’ll not mention the whole headbutt thing.

LITTLERED: the lacrosse player Theo REAKEN?

SOURWOLF: well i ' m going and i kinda want to meet you in person. You know to be sure you aren’t a 56 year old fat perv with a dog named vince and an affinity to wearing women's underwear while befriending unsuspecting angsty boys and girls!

LITTLERED: i m 55. The dog’s name is kelly! Anyway i’m disappointing i m not interesting.

SOURWOLF: says no one ever. Vince is a better name.

LITTLERED: says everyone, and the dog picked Kelly.

SOURWOLF: i m sorry. I didnt mean to pressure u i just need to get away from the mess of my life. I thought u might like to go. and talk in person. Watch me make a fool of myself.

LITTLERED: about kelly? im not good in social settings. Im pretty sure theo hates me down to my atoms but i ll think on it.

SOURWOLF: dont worry about it. Maybe WE can go to get coffee saturday instead

LITTLERED: r u asking me on a date u wolf in sheeps clothing

SOURWOLF: yes if thats ok

LITTLERED: grandma what big teeth u have lol. Yes. Its fine but dont cry to me when u r bored to tears.

SOURWOLF: too late

LITTLERED: mean!

SOURWOLF: thanx for listening. Goodnight

LITTLERED: GOODNIGHT SOURWOLF

Derek still had s build up of energy he decided to go running, phasing into his wolf. He found himself running through the preserve at top speed emptying his mind for now.

~0~

Stiles put his phone down next to his bed, sirens were going off in his head, this sounded like a bad idea. Maybe he should ask Cora, but he didn't need her to go all crazy protective.

He was too tired to think, his dad was going to be late home again, without the everyday touches from Cora he was feeling touch starved. Exactly why coffee was better than going to a party. Why was it always so cold in his room no matter how many blankets he nested with?

Stiles finished his homework and then got ready for bed, humming Jenny was a friend of mine in his head. That was a downside, Jennifer Blake was coming on disgusting strong. She could have Derek if she wanted him so badly. Stiles didn’t want any part of that.

They obviously did stuff, had they gone all the way? Not that Stiles would EVER EVER care.

~0~

At school on Friday Derek sought out Stiles, he found the omega at his locker exchanging books. Derek waited to be noticed he had removed the wrap around his arm, he wasn’t advertising his mark but he wasn’t hiding it anymore.

Stiles yelped and nearly fell back when he stood up from crouching and shut the locker to have Derek Hale there when he slammed his locker shut. Derek Hale in all his tall muscular athletic frowning glory. The alpha’s hands shot out to steady the omega, “Be careful.” His voice came out as a reprimand and the omega flinched. He swore at himself internally, why did he come over? Stiles was looking ready to bolt.

“Uh,’ Derek took a deep breath, “I thought we could practice at lunch. If you know somewhere.” Stiles blinked with wide eyes, mouth forming an ‘o’.

“Oh, practice. Yes.” Stiles snapped out of whatever shock he had gone into. “That’s fine. I know a place. Okay. Yeah. Yes. Uh, er. Did you get things sorted from the other day. I mean. You don’t have to say anything. I mean you don’t have to tell me, I should just mind my own business. “

“No. I-I had some family stuff and it was-”

Stiles was shoved forward into the athletic alpha halting all words, “Move freak!” someone shouted ant Derek growled unaware he was holding Stiles around the waist keeping him firmly upright.

“What the f*ck!” Derek snarled towards some junior with brown hair that quickly apologized his laugh falling from his face.

Derek looked back down at a tense Stiles, he could feel the rapid beat of the omega’s heart against his own ribs. “Sorry!” Stiles pulled away his legs trembling and he fell against the alpha again. “ Sorry. Sorry. That, uh happens a lot. Usually it’s not a person but a locker I’m shoved into.” Stiles stepped back sounding breathless. “I have to get to class. Lunch, meet me in the library. I know a private place.”

“Fine.” Derek waited for Stiles to leave first and followed him, the omega anxious looked back over his shoulder, “We do have the same first period class.” The alpha tried at sounding casual but his voice was a bark and it caused the younger boy to jump.

Stiles nodded “Oh, yeah. That’s right.” he forced a smile and the two arrived at the same time, receiving odd looks from their classmates.

Stiles was so nervous that he opened his bag spilling his books once more, Derek was quick to help him gather his things. Several people had started to laugh but Derek and then Boyd and Erica shot an irritated look in their directions and the room was silent. Stiles murmured a nervous thank you.

Derek noticed that he was also the focus of everyone's attention suddenly, he heard whispered comments, “Stay clear. If they’re willing to hurt their own think what they’d do to a commoner.”

Derek decided to ignore the comments his hands gripping his desk, news traveled fast in a small town, he wondered how everyone suddenly knew about Brandon. People were refusing to meet his eyes even the teachers ignore him completely.

After class Derek walked closely behind Stiles to their second and third period classes, as far as the alpha could tell the rumors weren’t even being taken in by the mole doted boy. This was a relief, instead Stiles kept his head down and tried to do his work in peace. The tension though, that was different and Derek felt relief when his own friends seemed to close in on him offering their own subtle reassurance. Stiles though, Stiles was so on edge.

“Derek bro, we are hearing some crazy rumors. Erica punched Joe Briggs the basketball kid in the stomach when he said something about your mom slashing your little brother up for dating outside the pack.”

“Scott said your brother is in the hospital though. Is everything okay?” Jackson waited for an answer, his voice low the two were whispering in their free study period. Lydia looked up worriedly biting her lip, they didn’t often talk to Derek about his family and he was likewise. They all just weren’t those type of friends. Even when Isaac was going through his ‘thing’ Derek had helped him but no one else except Derek and Jackson had stepped up. She wondered how much of the rumors were true.

Derek’s anxiety and guilt was hard to ignore and Jackson was the closest to the hale alpha. “My brother was hurt in an accident. His soulmate was bullying him. “

“He was what!” Jackson growled gripping his book, “That little f*cking twerp! Brandon is a sweet kid, he wouldn’t hurt a fly! That f*cking Malcom bastard is lucky to even be in the same room! I’ll f*cking kill him.”

“What? What's going on?” Both Erica, Boyd and Isaac were loudly whispering crowding the small rectangular table. Luckily the librarian was absent again.

“Brandon’s soulmate was bullying him!” Jackson told the others.

“That blond son of a bitch! What did he do?” Erica demanded.

“Pushed him into lockers, told him to keep his mouth shut about their being a pair because he was embarrassed of Brandon. He and his friends took turns stealing stuff from Brandon’s locker, leaving him mean notes writing slu*t on his binder and throwing his french book in the trash.”

“His own f*cking soulmate?” Boyd shook his head, “Why?”

“Who cares, the little brat needs a beat down! Is he the reason Brandon is in the hospital?” Erica demanded again, popping her knuckles.

Boyd was sickenly quiet, as if he just realized something and it didn’t sit well.

Derek was surprised by his friend’s reactions

“No. Anything that happens to Travis Brandon feels. It seems like they have a strong bond. Travis admitted he was wrong and tried to apologize last night. In front of our pack, but his father started reprimanding him physically.”

Derek’s explanation had Isaac turning away, physical violence towards children triggered him into recalling his own trauma. The alpha took a deep breath and continued, somehow talking to them was making the heaviness in his chest and tightness on his shoulders start to lift. “My mother went to mark Ian Malcom, Travis’ father but Travis tried to take the blow only Brandon stepped in before my alpha could even pull back. “ Everyone fell silent, Lydia went pail putting her hands over her mouth, eyes tearing up. Isaac started to shake, but he waited for his friend to finish the story.

“How bad?” Jackson asked putting a hand on his friend’s shoulder knowing what a wound from an alpha meant to an omega.

“It was from just under his eye to the crease of his lip, three deep wounds, it will heal slowly and scar, or just heal slowly. He’s being kept comfortable. He lost a lot of blood and needed a transfusion and maybe will need more.”

“Then we’ll all go donate. Even if we aren’t a match.” Jackson said firmly everyone nodded in agreement.

“Is there anything else we can do?” Lydia asked softly, Derek looked around the table feeling for the first time a strong bond between them.

“No. But thank you, thank you all.” Derek coughed clearing his throat, trying to keep the emotion clear, but doing poorly. “Thanks for that.”

Isaac had left them heading to the bathroom, he was trying to keep himself upright, keep his breakfast in. He didn’t even notice the person he nearly ran over on his way to the restroom.

He pushed open the door glad no one was there he ran straight for the nearest stall and lost his whatever was in his stomach. Breathing heavily he knew a panic attack was coming and his medication was in his bag but his werewolf ativan was in his messenger bag, oh god did he leave it at the table. He pulled his legs to his chest sitting down trying to control his breathing. Suddenly someone with cool hands was touching his head. Something pressed to his mouth and he swished the acid taste as instructed and spit into the toilet. A cool cloth was at the back of his neck, an apology for the handkerchief stinking like the donor.

“My bag. My bag.” Isaac knew he was whining but shaky hands offered the item he was pleading for and he was digging for something until the cool hands took over keeping the cold cloth to the back of his neck.

“Meds.” Isaac gripped the hand touching him, eyes clamped shut, he couldn’t pull in enough air he was going to drown.

The soothing voice kept a hand on his shoulder having him breath just like the therapist always instructed. Isaac forgot he was even in the bathroom he thought maybe he would open his eyes and be in the therapist’s office.

A pill was pressed to his lips and then the water bottle. Things started to feel less spinny and looked less dotted. His head was pushed gently down and rested on his knees still pulled to his chest.

Isaac came to just as the door to the bathroom closed and he found himself alone, after the bell rung he stood up shakily but feeling better, calm. The pills never made him sleepy as they would a human, his system burned that part of the pills off, instead they settled his nerves. He called out but no one answered he wondered who had helped him. Trying to place the voice or the scent. The red handkerchief fell from behind his neck to the floor. He picked it up, the donor’s scent was still on it. Faintly, since Isaac stained it with anxiety and fear.

He picked up his black messenger bag and water bottle flushing the toilet and then washing his hands.

~0~

“Excuse me.” Stiles nervously said having bumped into Jackson on his way out of the bathroom. Jackson growled at him, “Watch it slu*t! Just because you no longer have that disgusting scent doesn’t mean you’re still not a freak!” Stiles hurried away mumbling something along the lines of

“Well sorry for existing. Jerk.” The omega rubbed his hurt arm, why did it have to still be so sore.

Stiles only followed Isaac because the beta dropped his bag after crashing into Stiles. The omega had been knocked to the ground he winced bumping his still sore arm, he didn’t linger on the pain. Instead he followed the scent of fear and anxiety having scooped up the bag and take it to its owner. Something was off with Isaac and a bottle of pills had fallen from the black messenger bag when Stiles had gone to pick it up. It was a prescription he had seen before.

He had called into the bathroom but no one answered, omegas weren’t allowed in the alpha/beta bathroom but Stiles went in anyway when he received no answer. He could hear Isaac puking. He hesitated, Isaac and his friends had caused many a panic attack in him, they’d bullied him till his stomach lead him on a similar journey into the bathroom.

However he couldn’t just do nothing, the beta was sobbing over the toilet, whatever it was it had to be bad. Stiles wasn’t a douche, he could at least calm the guy down. He nervously pulled a water bottle from his bag, and ran to the sink to soak his old handkerchief one his dad had given him on birthday long ago. It was red with black paisleys and his dad said it would come in handy when he was fixing his jeep, any good mechanic had a handkerchief. Super manly.

Isaac had finally stopped puking and Stiles helped him sit back after having him rinse his mouth. The omega pushed the beta in a sitting position, instinctively Isaac pulled his knees to his chest. Stiles apologized for his handkerchief stinking of him, he kept it in his back pocket and the beta was probably going to throw it back in his face once he gained his sense.

Isaac blushed when the older beta leaned into the omega his head just under Stiles’ shoulder. Stiles didn’t have it in him to push the curly haired beta away. Instead he allowed himself to tangle his shaky hand in the thick curls, offering soothing words. “Sssh, you’re safe. They can’t hurt you. Not anymore. They aren’t here. It’s just the two of us. Just you and me. I won't go anywhere.” Isaac whined his eyes closed tight.

“Bag.” And Stiles understood quickly using his free hand to pull the bag to them, the beta was pulling the flap free of it’s velcro and tried but failed with shaky urgent hands to find something.

“Meds.” A pathetic whine that struck the omega straight to the heart, he quickly grabbed the pill bottle himself and placed the pill to the beta’s slightly parted lips, blushing when he felt skin on his fingertips. He quickly shook this off and gave water to Isaac to wash it down. Once the beta’s breathing slowed his hug on Stiles loosed and the omega left the bully before he realized just who had helped him. Stiles left some saltines in a baggie, something he nibbled on when he felt the aftereffects of a particularly bad panic attack. Isaac would need these more. He quickly left shutting the stall door for privacy.

~0~

Isaac’s anxiety followed Stiles and only added to having Derek breathing literally down his neck. And then the whole school was suddenly terrified. of the Hales, and whispered that they had murdered one of their own for being an omega. Stiles didn’t believe in rumors but as rumors go that’s pretty ridiculous. From experience it was no fun being the focus of someones f*cked up sense of humor. So the omega did what he did best, he ignored it, knowing it all would pass.

Now if only Derek would stop being so close, he felt like a deer being stalked he could smell the nearness of his alpha. What game was Derek playing now? People were looking and though Stiles wore long sleeves they might find out about the soulmarks.

“Do you know how to get the value of x over 8?” Derek had turned in his seat during second period. Stiles nodded slowly looking around to be sure Derek was asking him. Again several eyes were on him.

“Do you want me to do it for you?” Stiles licked his lips nervously. Derek found his eyes drawn to that action and his cheeks felt warm. What the hell was going on with him? He was being a creeper. In his defense it was Stiles’ fault, the shared texts made it clear they had some things in common.

Derek thought to himself as he watched Stiles bend his head and show him just how to write out the equations needed, they could be friends, if Derek hadn’t been a punk kid he could have been close to Stiles. He could have hung out after lacrosse with him, played video games at his house, listened to his musical suggestions. And Derek could have had someone cheering for him on the lacrosse field. He could have had someone to help him with his math, and chemistry and goddammit he hated Shakespeare.

He could have practiced his spanish with Stiles and listened to him laugh at his horrible accent. Derek could have been Stiles’ friend, he would have had a friend.

Scott was an idiot, Scott had all of that and he just threw it away. It wasn’t too late right, Derek would just follow Stiles around keep anyone from being mean, send a warning out about pranks and maybe even eat horrible lunch with the omega. Could they try to be friends? Why was Stiles so tense, was he feeling threatened, god he smelled delicious. Derek tried to think of small talk, he needed to be less intimidating he thought by wearing his black henley and jeans he looked more likeable and less jock. However it wasn’t working Stiles was practically running to class.

~0~

Stiles asked for the pass and headed to the omega bathroom to hide and have a break down. His heart was pounding in his throat and the smell of the alpha was making him feel cornered. What the hell was Derek doing? What had Stiles done now, didn’t they make it clear that neither one wanted this bond.

The omegas anxiety was intense, maybe it was because he was worried about Brandon he tried to hide his pain but Stiles could see past his thin smile. Thankfully Cora opted to stay at the hospital with her little brother and mother. Stiles worried about Brandon the most, he had pretended to be strong and unbothered but Stiles could sense his anxiety and fears as well as heartache. Having someone not want you especially your mate, why did people have to treat others so badly? If they didn’t like you why not just leave you alone? And why did fate have to throw you together?

Stiles tried to take a deep breath, “Stiles?” A familiar voice cut through the drumming in his ears. What was Derek’s game plan why was he acting nice, what did he want? Permission to go with Jennifer. He could do what he wants with his life, he didn’t need to hurt Stiles or make life that much worse.

Warm hands were touching his face, a comforting smell. “Stiles.” Scott pushed his friends face into the space between his neck and shoulder. “Deep breaths buddy, breath with me.”

Stiles was still fighting the waves threatening to pull him under. “Listen to my heart, in and out deep breaths. Don’t struggle.”

Scott had the added warm temperature of a werewolf and Stiles allowed his body to lean into his ex best friend. Stiles wanted to tell him what was wrong, how dad was still working late nights, how his friend and her little brother were going through hell, how Brandon didn’t deserve to be scarred but because an alpha did it he would most likely carry a mark. How his soulmate was acting differently towards him. And last but not least how much he missed Scott his best friend who knew how to bring him back from these attacks.

Derek waited ten minutes before taking the bathroom pass, he didn’t need to ask the teachers usually let the star lacrosse player do as he pleased. He felt something, the anxiety coming through the thin red string, it was a delicate material and sometimes Derek felt as if it would break if he were to grip it too hard.

Already his was a different shade than the one Stiles identified with. He felt the need to hurry to be there with Stiles to calm him down. Following the scent and the bond to the omega bathroom on the second floor, a place he’d found Scott hurting Stiles. He pushed open the bathroom doors finding Scott holding Stiles too close, Scott was sitting on the floor against the empty wall opposite the urinals. He had Stiles in his lap holding the omega’s head against his scent gland, his other hand was firmly holding Stiles’ hand to Scott’s chest.

When Derek burst in, Scott growled at the intruder flashing his eyes, however Derek had more claim and felt himself nearly beta phase.

“Don’t!” Scott snapped holding a hand out to halt the alpha’s actions. “He’s having an anxiety attack. I’m talking him down. If you were his real soulmate, or even his alpha you would know the signs. Instead you are probably the reason.” Scott was right, he kept his voice steady and Stiles’ breathing and heartbeat was evening out.

“Scott?” Stiles’ voice sounded strained like he had run a mile.

“Yeah. I’m here buddy. That wasn’t so bad.”

Stiles stayed with his hand to his friend’s chest and face in the were’s neck. “This changes nothing. I’m still mad at you.”

Scott glared at the alpha across from him “I know. I know. But we can hug it out.”

This made Derek’s hackles rise, the idea of Stiles hugging anyone but him. Not that was ever going to be in the foreseeable future.

“Ready to stand up?” From experience, Scott knew that if they stayed like this Stiles would most likely fall asleep. Anxiety attacks took a lot out of his friend, if he didn’t get Stiles on his feet the omega would be snoring lazily and Scott would be unable/unwilling to move his friend.

“Don’t wanna.” Stiles mumbled with a sigh but Scott was moving him slowly into position to move him. It was easier now, Scott thought to himself, with the alpha strength he could pick up Stiles if he needed to but for now he was helping him stand keeping the omegas body close to him. When did his friend start smelling so good?

He took a deep breath it was nice but he always held Stiles in his heart like one a sibling. Scott was his brother, even if they had a Bro break up.

It was when Stiles was standing steady on his feet his face no longer pressed into the familiar scent gland of his best friend’s neck that he noticed another presence. A very alpha presence.

Stiles’ phone had gone off, he looked at his phone fumbling it fell landing face up and Scott scooped it up.

“Why are you talking to Cora?” Scott growled handing the phone to his friend.

“She’s my friend. Not that you care.” Stiles shakily started to text.

Derek’s face changed and Scott sensed something in the alpha’s posture, there was a game here he was missing. “Don’t be mad because she headbutted you. She’s just trying to protect me. She’s sweet like that.” Stiles murmured.

“Oh? Just like her brother?” a beat.

“Don’t.” Derek warned the younger alpha, Scott’s lip curled. Another beat.

Stiles ignored the warning between the two, Cora was updating him on Brandon, however the omega couldn’t get his fingers to work, then it clicked in his head what Scott had said.

“You know her brother?” Stiles’ eyes widened. “See I know he goes here but I never thought to ask who he was because I didn’t want to be all creepier like.”

Scott almost didn’t go any further, seeing the way his friend so innocently babbled, that was the Stiles he missed. However he had a feeling Cora and Derek were playing some game, some mean game.

“Yeah. I know him pretty well he plays lacrosse he’s a class ahead of us. “

“I knew that much.”

“Stop!” Derek ordered but Scott ignored this alpha, they weren’t pack, they weren’t even friends anymore. This surprised Scott at first and he turned from Stiles to Derek.

“Your sick Hale. Your whole family! I heard your mother even put your brother in the hospital. Stay away from Stiles! He’s my friend. MINE.”

Derek went to grab Scott but halted himself, his fangs were out and his claws, he didn’t want a repeat of yesterday. He could show restraint.

“This isn’t over.” Derek snarled allowing the two to pass by, Stiles looked down not pulling away from his friend’s hold.

“Dammit Scott!” Stiles waited until they cleared the bathroom before pulling away.

Derek pulled his phone out, “Cora. Listen before you talk. Stiles is probably going to call you. He didn’t know I was your brother. I need to talk to him, can you-”

“WHAT.DID.YOU.DO. DEREK.” Cora growled into the phone, “Why is it important that I’m a Hale?”

“Don’t you get it Stiles. They’re playing with you. Cora and Derek. She’s his sister.”

“No. She wouldn’t. No she’s not. I would knoooo” Stiles’ voice trailed was that why he wasn’t feeling separation anxiety from his soulmate. Is that why it was so easy to allow Cora to put her arm around him, to nuzzle. Oh, god he was such a fool. Were they all laughing at him? This whole time.

Stiles called Cora his hands shaking, she answered on the first ring “Stiles? What’s going on? Derek just called me.”

Stiles felt like he was going to throw up, except the bathroom was were Derek was, those text messages. He put a hand to his mouth to keep his cold toast breakfast down, he wiped at his eyes.

“You bastard!” The omega looked up and Allison was arguing with Scott, “ I knew it. My cousin told me I could find you here with the little freak. So it’s true. You guys had a thing until our soulmarks, then what? You thought you could rekindle your whatever? If you think I’m okay with more than one in our relationship you have another thing coming!”

“Allison don’t be ridiculous. Who said I was with Stiles? He’s my best friend, like a brother.”

“He’s a slu*t! I heard Derek and him have been f*cking all summer up until now. And look here they both are.” Allison gestured to Stiles who didn’t have to turn to know Derek was behind him.

“I-I’m not with Scott. Our family knows each other.” He tried to defend Scott, but the tall athletic looking hunter sneered.

“Don’t f*cking talk to me omega. You aren’t anything but trash that Scott-” Derek was in front of Stiles and Scott blocked the alpha from Allison. Stiles felt cold, and wanted to badly just curl up in his room and never come out.

So his life was one f*cking running joke, he didn’t know when he started walking but somehow he was outside in the parking lot cutting past the cars heading for home on foot. The school would call but it’s not like his dad would answer.

Derek was suddenly behind him, the omega couldn’t even flinch, he didn’t have the strength to run so when the alpha lifted him up and put him in a car firmly buckling him in he didn’t struggle instead he chose to stare out the window assuming the alpha was taking him home.

Until they were driving down a long winding wooded road, so Derek was just going to kill him and dump the body. Fine. Maybe then his dad would actually spend time with him, even if it was to study a crime scene and talk to the coroner maybe about how Stiles had a scrawny body and the scars that were on his thighs from when he took to cutting himself looking for relief back after his mother died. He outgrew this but the scars always reminded him of his pain.

“Where are we going?” Stiles finally demanded when it seemed they were on the road forever.

“Stiles I want to say sorry.” Derek started but Stiles humphed and continued to stare out the window.

“Take me home.’

“No. Not until you listen to me.”

“No.”Stiles sighed as if giving in. “I’ll just go home. Nice joke. But the real joke is on you. I hope it was funny for you to get me to believe I was friends with you and Cora but to bring Brandon in on it. That hurts. That was low. I hope you can feel that, because I’m not going to block it out.”

Stiles was trying to keep his voice calm he was doing just as he said, he was feeding the sadness through his bond wondering if doing the opposite of the exercises would get them to Derek faster. Let him hurt for a little bit, let Derek take the pain because Stiles sure the hell couldn’t anymore. He felt so broken.

The alpha didn’t reply until they pulled up to a big three story old mansion in the middle of the woods. Someone even came out to open their doors, Stiles wasn’t going to get out but Derek unbuckled his seatbelt and pulled him out tossing him over his shoulders he carried him into the house, someone opened the heavy oak door. These employees said nothing and Stiles wondered if they were just used to this kind of behavior.

Cora and Laura had pulled up in a car that Stiles would have recognized as Cora’s had he not been man handled and tossed on his ass onto a large beige couch, big enough to seat six people and long enough that his legs barely met the edge. It was for pack cuddles and nesting, and he had always wanted one for their living room however dad said no because it was just the two of them.

Cora was through the door before her sister, “Derek! What the f*ck!”

Stiles was trying to climb off the large comfy couch but he was pushed gently but firmly back by Derek.

“Don’t f*cking touch him Derek!” Cora snarled.

“Cora! Claws! No beta phasing! Not after what happened!”

Stiles paled physically drawing back and sinking into the couch, remembering poor Brandon’s face.

“Don’t Cora. Just back off. It’s between the two of us.” Derek’s warning wasn’t subtle he flashed his eyes at the younger alpha placing himself between Cora and Stiles.

Stiles blushed red hearing the alpha declare something so personal. The room smelled of Derek and other kinscents, there was a slight tint of copper one he identified as blood and it put him on edge. His eyes scanned the area near the fireplace. There were no stains here but he wondered if there used to be carpet because now there was only a wood floor shiny and newly waxed.

Stiles recieved a text from Scott, he had thought he had deleted the alphas number, he red the text.

Answrmcall: Hey. Allison is sure we are having an affair. I know it sounds stupid but can you maybe meet me at Theo’s party. We can convince her then. You can show her your mark.

Broski: y r u being so formal with ur text. I’ll go, but if i die then get rid of the blue box under my bed. The key is in the wall behind my computer.

Answrmcall: lol. I’ll pick u up. Just text when u leave the Hale house.

“Stiles I think you will be more comfortable here, rather than in my room.” Derek had taken off his letter jacket and Cora’s eyes were wide, Larua put a hand to her mouth.

“You found your soul mate! When did-” Cora paused then her face was red, her eyes glowed just as red. “You-you and Stiles! You’re the asshole alpha!”

Cora wanted to crush her brother to punch him, she had heard Stiles pouring his heart out and this, this was the alpha responsible.

“The car accident!” She gritted her teeth. “You f*cking bastard! Your friends caused that and you threatened a newly presented omega, your omega your soulmate. You threatened him while he was alone in that f*cking hospital room for three hours in pain waiting for someone to acknowledge him? YOU THREATENED HIM!”

“I wasn’t going to go through it!” Derek snapped in his defense, his claws retracting again, it was true he was in the wrong.

“You what!” Sheriff Stilinski had just entered into the house with Peter Hale and Talia, Peter was carrying a half asleep Brandon wrapped in a hospital blanket. The boy was half conscious he whined hearing the anger in the raised voices taking in the scent of rage.

“Peter please take Brandon to his room, deputies you may be rest assured my home is safe from any external threat.” Talia snapped the deputies stayed behind eyeing their leader, who was focused on the Hales’ second oldest alpha.

“Now Sheriff, easy.” Deputy Parish tried to calm his boss but after hearing what he heard.

“You, caused that accident. You THREATENED MY SON! Stiles is this true!?” The sheriff felt sick, he had yelled at Stiles had given him the silent treatment, something cruel to omegas. His son had been so afraid he didn't correct his father's way of thinking, he just stayed silent. When had they stopped trusting each other. Oh Claudia, forgive me.

Stiles struggled under the weight of anger, anxiety and guilt rolling off his dad and Derek. "Why does it matter to you now? I waited three hours for you!" Stiles felt anger rush up from out of no where he wanted to lash out at the unfairness. Everyone was staring at him with pity, he wasn't so broken that he wouldn't say something. "Then when you did come in you yelled, I couldn't breath it hurt and you yelled. One of the doctors finally came in and took the pain but you were just disappointed." Stiles sighed rubbing his eyes with his fingertips, he wouldn't cry not in front of these people not in front of his absentee father or the alpha that rejected him.

“You have Claudia’s eyes, thankfully you look a lot like her than the Sheriff.” Peter smiled sadly, turning to carry his nephew up the white carpeted stairs. "I always thought she was too good for Deputy Dimwitinski." The Sheriff growled but Peter continue to speak but this time stopping on the middle of the stairs "Derek you better be gone when I return I don't know what I'll do. Talia, banish him to the cottage. I'll hold back, not wanting to hurt Claudia's son but I can't promise I wont maim him. As a lesson as a warning. " Talia waited for her brother to go before advancing on her son, her hand lifted and came down before Derek could block the sting. Luckily the alpha's claws stayed in, except Stiles fell to his knees hands on his cheek, the Sheriff didn't pull his gun he advanced on alpha Hale and all hell broke loose.

Chapter 6: kind of eyes that drive wolves mad

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Stiles was pulled away from the gnashing of teeth and flash of claws. The pain burning his cheek was easily calmed and whisked away by a light unexpected touch.

Derek was cupping Stiles’ face almost tenderly his palms were over Stiles’ ears muffling the growls the beta phased adults were emanating. “Stiles focus, don’t look at them, look at me.” A full blown panic attack was on its way, or something similar to a panic attack, something colder. Derek’s scent and the pressure of his hands anchored the omega, Stiles could see the outline of a hand on the left side of the alpha’s young face. “ I’m sorry, I should not have let that pain through. Why can’t I be more aware when it comes to you? I’ll be better Stiles I’m sorry for everything. And now my punishment is yours. I’ll figure out how to free you from my f*ck ups. Stay focused. I’m here, I won’t let anyone hurt you. Not anymore. Everything is my fault. None of this should touch you. Just breath. I have you. I have you. You’re safe.”

But was he? Was he safe? His father hated him, this alpha who whispered that Stiles was safe, that no one could hurt him like some protective mantra, he hated Stiles. Even Scott. Stiles had no one, there was no one.

Stiles leaned forward directed by Derek’s hands so his ear rested against the alpha's heart. Stiles fought off a drop, he could feel the edges just starting to overtake him, but then the sound of a drumming beat invaded his senses as well as a deep rich smell, that offered what no words could convince him of. Warmth and safety, deep breaths and his head was drunk with the scent, the sounds around him blocked out by the hand over his ear and the steady beating of an alpha’s heart.

“Just breath-“ Derek was copying what Mcall had done to calm the anxious Stiles. He felt the trembling shake the omega’s slight form, hating the feeling of guilt. It was then he heard his uncle Peter return from upstairs his snarl directed at his nephew, but before he could address the snarl with a growl of his own the main window of the family room shattered showering those nearest with glass. Before anyone could react the room exploded with a flash and smoke knocking everyone back.

Derek couldn’t breath, he couldn’t see, and there was a terrifying buzz in the air. He realized he was on the floor and he had instinctively curled his body protectively around a very still Stiles. Then someone was pulling the smaller boy from under him, kicking the stunned alpha hard in his side.

Derek felt a whimper vibrate through the bond, he also could hear and see because Stiles was able too it was almost disorienting. When Stiles tried to hold tight to the arms that had surrounded him, Derek refused to let go as well, only to receive a hard fist to the side of his face,when this didn’t loosen his grip it only angered the unknown attacker who kicked him in the side again.

“Stop! You’re hurting him.” Stiles choked out, taking in a lungful of smoke coughs raking his body.

When another barrage of hits rained down on his alpha the omega pleaded with the alpha silently, unaware the words reaching his soulmate.“Let me go.”

The teenage alpha shook his head, holding tighter, and attempting to stand and fight off the deputy. However his ears were still ringing and equilibrium was off. All the alpha managed was to take a deep breath of smokey air he was kicked again and a second pair of hands pulled the scratching and hissing omega out from under the alpha.

“Come on pretty thing. We are gonna have some fun.”

Derek growled again feeling the pain of the biting hands that gripped Stiles, by the teenager’s sore arm. Then a cry “No! Derek!”

The alpha was powerless and a heavy booted foot was the last thing he saw through their bond and the impact knocked the alpha into darkness.

Was that cry for Derek? Out of concern? His wolf scratched and bit, wanting release from just under his skin. Then the pain he held back before darkness disappeared successfully blocked from reaching Stiles’ end of the bond.

-o-

Stiles tried to shove the fake deputy as he made his next move clear. “No! Derek!”

The boot hitthe alpha without mercy and now he wasn’t moving. The omega realized he felt no pain, evenin the chaos and confusion the alpha blocked the pain out as he promised.

Stiles collected himself, he wasn’t so weak, panic attack aside, he could get out of this. First he pretended to be disoriented, years of being bullied taught him to lay still play dead and they’ll stop hitting you. So he fell against the beta deputy that was supposed to be part of BHPD, Stiles didn’t recognize him but the uniform seemed legitimate.

“Awe poor little thing, don’t worry I’ll take good care of you, boss just wants us to collect the others.” Stiles coughed flinching from the hands that petted his hair lovingly. He felt his whole being recoil from the touch, the contact left invisible residue that nearly made him empty his stomach.

He glanced back, his father was coughing holding his bleeding ears, Alpha Talia Hale was doing the same but Derek was the one he focused on, he wasn’t moving.

Stiles could feel his labored breathing through their bond, and relief flooded him from out of nowhere, he didn’t have time to think on these feelings. The front door was pulled open by the man holding him, Stiles was waiting for a chance to escape, he heard the fake deputy yell to Simms.

“Sims you idiot, go! Get the female and Rogers will bring us the damaged one. It can’t be too hard. I’ll take this one to the car. This was easier than I thought. I can’t believe we had an opening. “

These deputies were betas, betas weren’t as affected like alphas by omega pheromones, fear didn’t bother them it seemed to excite the one holding Stiles’ arm in a cruel grip.

He was pulled out the front door he heard his father’s hoarse voice call his name and he tried a glance over his shoulder but the deputy fired a gun at him.

“NO!” Stiles reached for the weapon too late he fell to his knees, his arm still held tightly, he welcomed the pain. “Dad!” The Sheriff’s body slumped over then hit the floor with a thud.

“Quit whining, he was a sh*t father anyway!” The beta with blond hair holstered his weapon and pulled a kicking and biting Stiles further out the from the front door.

They didn’t make it too far before the stranger fell to his knees with a grunt and look of surprise. Two tranquilizer darts with red tipped ends were sticking out from the back of the man’s lower thigh. Stiles easily pulls free of the lax hold and stares wide eyed at his unlikely rescuer, his would be kidnapper lying unconscious at his feet.

“They aren’t carrying real guns, they have tranqs. They aren’t supposed to kill anyone just a snatch and grab. At least that’s what I overheard.” The thirteen year old blond shakily explains reaching out to steady the shocked omega. “Are you hurt?”

Stiles continued to breath heavily staring open mouthed at his savior snapping out of his shock when the teens hand squeezes his shoulder. He shakes his head, blinking he observes the young alpha holding a similar gun to the one that shot Stiles’ father. Stiles wiped at his eyes and sniffed, “I knew that, sure.” He coughed taking the one off the drooling deputy. “Tranquilizers.’ He exhales slowly, patting the hand on his shoulder.

“They’re betas one shot should keep them down but I gave him two for fun.” Travis growled. The young alpha had a deep gash above his left eyebrow and a fat lip. Stiles winced seeing some bruises and scratches along the boy’s left side.

He wanted to ask more questions but it wasn’t the time, “They are going to grab Brandon and Carolyn.” Stiles stated in a somewhat calm voice and Travis shook his head already turning to head into the house, the Hale alphas were starting to slowly sit up but drunkenly tried to find their bearings. Stiles stayed on Travis’ heels pulling the younger teen behind him he took the stairs two at a time yelling over his shoulder “There’s just two more. We can’t wait for them to come around!”

“Okay.” Travis rubbed at his eyes and nearly stumbled trying to keep up the omega. The two came to a screeching halt in the corridor, Carolyn Hale was already standing over an unconscious redhead gun in one hand and a sleeping Malia in her arms, a blanket wrapped around the baby protecting her from smoke. Carolyn raised her weapon hearing the two approaching, her eyes wild and protective instinct in full blown mother mode. Stiles smiled nervously hands up he kept Travis an alpha firmly behind him incase she felt threatened.

“Peter?” She coughed lowering her weapon, golden eyes narrowed on Travis.

“Downstairs a little disoriented.” Stiles rubbed at his aching eyes this smoke was getting to his lungs, his chest ached but there was still the one heading for Brandon’s room.

“Well two down one to go.” Stiles joked to himself, Carolyn made a face unaware that one kidnapper had made it past her but Travis was already running full tilt towards Brandon’s room. “Dammit!” Stiles quickly made his way towards the end of the hall, he could hear Travis yelling.

“You little sh*t what are you doing here? Your alpha father promised compliance.”

“Well he didn’t run that by me at all.” Travis growled. “Get away from him. He’s mine.”

“We can free you of this bond, you haven’t even had a bonding ceremony. Give him to the alpha pack and they’ll kill him mercifully fast or even better train him for you. You’ll get him back in a couple years submissive and-“

Travis pulled the trigger of the tranq, but this wasn’t the movies and unlike Stiles who had grabbed ammunition off the beta snoring on the porch, Travis did not reload. Stiles remained out of sight pressing his body against the wall, evening his labored breathing out. The young teen alpha was pushed through the doorway hitting the wall directly in front knocking several pictures down, causing the glass to cut his already scratched up skin.

“You little sh*t!” The man inside howled, “You bit me!”

Brandon’s wimpers only encouraged the young alpha to shake off the temporary daze and charge forward, Stiles winced hearing a fist hit the poor pup in the gut, it was a sound he was all too familiar with. He waited the Beta was leaning over Travis before appearing in the doorway.

“Now I’m gonna f*ck him while you watch. You could have listened to the alpha pack, taken the money your dad received and just minded your own business.”

The beta called Roger was pulling Travis’ hair forcing the boy to look up from his doubled over position.

The omega felt a cold anger fill him, he held the gun steady. “It’s you who should have f*cked off. You’ll wish you were dead after my dad and the Hales’ get done with you.” Stiles hated the tremor in his voice. Brandon was on the floor behind the beta forgotten, he had a hand to his reopened wound eyes half closed in pain. This f*cker had dared touch Brandon had manhandled him and then Travis! Who did he think he was!?

“Oh, look it’s the pathetic one. Go on then shoot. You probably were like this f*cking idiot and didn’t reload.” The beta pointed at a growling Travis. “ Well. What are you waiting for? Shoot.” He had his arms wide expose his chest, “Go on. Or you don’t have the balls.” Stiles hesitated, the man flung Travis from him. He stalked forward leering, his smirk pissed Stiles off. “You know at the station we all feel sorry for your poor father. An alpha like that stuck with a spastic murderer for a son. Yeah we all know, your poor mother killed herself just to get away from you. That makes you a murderer. So weak and pathetic that your own father sleeps at the station just to avoid time with you.”

“Nothing I haven’t already heard.” The omega shrugged and then fired, the beta grunted on impact. “You asked for what I was waiting for? Well a clear shot of your balls. As small as they are, didn’t want to miss.” Stiles tilted his head and winked at the surprised deputy whose hands hovered over his crotch pain twisting the beta’s face slowly.

Travis whistled, “That was harsh.” He crawled over to a shivering Brandon.

“He had it coming.” Stiles reloaded the tranquilizer, putting it down next to him, he took the handcuffs from the beta’s belt and made sure to make them tighter than he had to, dragging the snoring man out into the hall. He felt his arms trembling, and swallowed back the rising bile. They were okay, they were okay. He repeated this to himself, putting distance between himself and the snoring enemy.

Travis was holding Brandon in his lap, his adrenaline obviously at its end as well, shaking hands held the smaller teen. “I’m sorry I tried to get here as fast as I could, I wanted to warn your family. I’m so sorry Bran. I’m so sorry. Please don’t hate me. Please don’t hate me.”

Stiles watched as Brandon allowed himself to be rocked, his nose buried in the teenage alpha’s neck, his hands taking the alpha’s free hand in his own. Stiles smiled sadly, maybe there was hope for some of them.

“Brandon!”

“Stiles!”

“Carolyn!”

Concerned voices were growing closer from the carpeted hall, Travis held Brandon in his arms sitting him carefully on the bed, the still drugged omega was wrapped around him, his uninjured side against the blond’s hoodie.

“Hurts.Alpha.” Brandon whimpered and Stiles knew the alpha was too young to take the omegas pain, but he could see how badly he wished it.

“I’m sorry Bran, I f*cked up. I’m sorry. They hurt you, because of me. I’ll be better. I’ll be better.” Travis whispered frantically holding tight to his soulmate. "I almost lost you. I almost lost you."

“Oh, god!” Derek nearly tripped over the snoring beta in the hall, but when he saw the three now sitting on the edge of Brandon’s bed he fell to his knees taking Stiles’ face in his hands.

Blue eyes searching him for any sign of discomfort or pain, Stiles wondered what the alpha was always so content with touching his face. After he was sure Stiles wasn’t hurt, the alpha reached over and took his brother’s pain. Travis watched as the shaking hand of Derek Hale rested on the pale omega’s face. The older alpha’s veins darkened as he leeched the pain from his brother, Travis’ look of awe and relief was almost amusing. Once Brandon was limp in his alpha’s arms, Derek turned back to Stiles his hand resting on the omega’s sore arm, and Stiles felt every ache leave him, his body felt like a wet spaghetti noodle and he nearly fell into his alpha’s lap head first.

“That’s so much better than a tylenol.” The omega whispered, breathing no longer hurt and Derek was pulling the omega into his lap the rest of the way, warm arms wrapping around the smaller body. Stiles hesitantly opened his eyes this time it was his turn to search Derek’s blue eyes for answers. Why was he being so nice? Was it because he felt obligated? Was this another game?

Dark blue eyes met the challenge of the whiskey brown orbs that questioned and accused, those eyes were searching for something, some kind of intention. Derek didn’t have an answer for Stiles, he didn’t even have an answer for himself. He just felt relief that he was holding the omega and that the omega for once wasn’t fighting him.

Stiles looked away first the confusion was almost overwhelming, he was content with just listening to the rapidly beating heart thumping a mile a minute under the alpha’s henley. The omega flinched hearing the sudden clearing of another alpha’s throat, Peter stood arms crossed blocking the doorway. “Excuse me children I have a few questions?”

“If you’re wondering,” Stiles grumbled pointing at the downed beta “He had a potty mouth.” The pale omega reluctantly pulled away from Derek’s arms and stood slowly. Derek was on his feet to steady Stiles as the teen swayed briefly. “There were children present.” Stiles shrugged handing the gun to a smirking Peter trying to step out of Derek’s hold.

“Nice aim.” Peter took the weapon glancing at the drooling deputy he had turned over with a kick.

“Lucky shot.” Stiles replied, feeling less fearful but more and more exhausted. The only calm he felt was in the pheromones that the alpha directly behind him was releasing. Why did his omega want to continue taking in deep breaths full of Derek Hale’s scent? It was delicious, if only they sold it in bottles at the store. Later he would scold himself for such inappropriate thoughts.

Travis met the challenging glares of several Hales, Laura, Talia and Cora were crowding/blocking the doorway. The teen however was unable to hold back the tremble in he felt as Peter Hale pulled him foreibly away from Brandon’s weak grasp. Travis had laid his omega down on his pillows and was holding the young omegas hands in his own until Peter yanked him to his feet.

“Answers.” The alpha demanded pulling him from the crowded room into the hall, the Hale alphas all released a dominate scent that demanded submission, Stiles made the mistake of stepping out after the teenager only to be blasted with brunt of it.

“They have police officers on the payroll obviously.” Stiles felt his legs give and he hated how easily he bared his throat, and just behind himstill in his room Brandon started to cry.

Derek growled at his uncle for causing the tears and at the others for knocking Stiles down, even it hadn’t been their intention. Cora went to her friend’s side pulling him up, he was gasping for air, his skin clammy. “Back off!” Cora growled at her family and especially her older brother who had started to reach for his omega.

“Those guys were working with my dad for a while. Travis shot the one that kicked Derek and he” Stiles nodded towards the unconscious blond, his eyes clamped shut still he leaned into Cora her scent was only barely keeping him anchored, everything was spinning, he fought the urge to puke or pass out. For some reason he wanted to cry, he knew the scent of his own anxiety and distress was only making him look pathetic. He couldn’t control his biology and he hated it, hated himself for it he squeezed Cora’s shoulder’s his knees giving out she followed him to the carpet allowing him to hold on to her. Stiles had been there for her, she would do this for him, they wouldn’t judge him either. No one would judge him!

“Stiles, you don’t have to talk.” Cora was angry now, angry for her friend, for her brother Brandon the unfairness of being stuck with such an asshole family. However Stiles shook his head as if asking for permission to continue, she only squeezed him in reply. “was the one who threw the flash bomb. He was the only one outside. “

“He’s in on it.” Peter shoved Travis towards Laura “Don’t defend him Stiles. Laura, take him downstairs to the interrogation room. “ The older of the Hale siblings growled in warning daring the young pup to try and move out of her grip.

“No.” The pup quickly denied, but didn’t meet anyone's narrowed eyes. “My dad was though. I didn’t know until today. They thought I was ok with it, I stole my dad's car after slashing the tires on his, the one that was supposed to bring me here to lure Alpha Talia out, we were in the car and I made him crash it, then I took his weapon but it was after I crashed the car. I shot him. I heard him telling someone on his phone that the guns were tranquilizers and one would put an omega down for a day so one on a beta would be hours and two were needed for an alpha. I shot him twice.“ Travis met Peter’s eyes, the kid had bleeding knuckles and looked like he had been through hell. “I ran here from the road, you’ll find him and the car there just at the turn off.”

“You got here fast.” Peter snarled still suspicious. Laura held the blond in place she maintained a strong hold but kept her nails to herself, remembering yesterday how anything could affect her baby brother.

“He’s a soccer player of course he can run.” Brandon was drunkenly trying to climb from the bed, Derek was there pushing his baby brother gently back onto the mattress, this had Travis snarling in warning.

“Don’t touch him!”

“Laura’s eyes pleaded with her uncle and then her stoic mother’s. Talia nodded and Laura released the blond. Travis was instantly wrapping his arms around Brandon pushing past Derek. Cora helped Stiles to his feet, she was well aware of the increasingly dark look her alpha brother was sending her way.

“I’ll still need to talk.” Peter snapped clearly not convinced. Stiles felt sick, the idea of being interrogated by Peter made him want to run without looking back, he could only imagine what Travis felt.

“He needs to see a doctor, you all do.” The omega quickly changed the subject. Stiles kept a firm grip on his voice he could prove he wasn’t weak. Anyway when had he moved over to Brandon opposite of Travis? And how long had he been carding his fingers through the side of the boys soft hair nuzzling the top of his head? Cora was protectively standing over Stiles, keeping Derek from getting closer to her friend. The scent in the room was Brandon’s but now the alpha siblings were dueling for dominance.

“Don’t do that. Here.” Travis snapped, “He’s not feeling well. Stiles and Brandon both shouldn’t be bombarded with that bullsh*t. Take it into the hall.” The alpha teen flashed his eyes causing both Hales to stare at him as if he grew a second head. Stiles was still feeling uneasy, but he wanted Brandon to be reassured.

The omega would thank Travis later, but for now he continued to card fingers threw the soft omega’s hair vaguely recalling his mother doing this when he was sick as a child, or maybe that was just a dream? Brandon’s tension eased slightly but his eyes were still focused sadly on his soulmate.

The room was getting too crowded, Cora was hovering and Stiles found that to be the only thing keeping him calm. Not wanting to project onto Brandon or cause Travis to become more on edge in response to an omega’s anxiety he slowly stood allowing Cora to lead him into the hall. There was more discussion going on and it seemed the Hale Security team arrived, Stiles wanted to find somewhere safe to be sick and then just curl up and fall asleep.

“I’ll take you to a guest room, mom will call a doctor but for now Stiles you look ready to collapse.”

“I’m fine I just don’t want to be here.” The omega confessed in a low whisper, fighting the anxiety and tears. Those men had nearly killed people, nearly kidnapped him and two others. Travis probably had some broken ribs and would be an orphan, Stiles had thought his father was dead and the shock of nearly losing the only parent he had left was still nagging at him. He loved his father even if the man hated him, that fake deputy had said what Stiles had always guessed. Now he just wanted to rest somewhere, somewhere safe because it was becoming increasingly cold, his whole body felt cold and Cora’s touch made his skin burn.

Why was he so unloveable? He had thought he made a friend in Cora and Brandon. Was that even resolved? He must look pathetic to her. He glanced over at her scratched face, the wounds were healing, but the blood still remained dried where the glass from the shattered window had cut her.

“Stiles?” Cora was talking now, she had been this whole time, Stiles just hadn’t been listening. “Stiles you believe me right?”

“Cora am I that unloveable? Was it funny?”

Here wide eyes watered briefly, “My brother might be a dick but I meant everything I said. And I won't let him win. I’m going to take care of this, that’s what friends do. Right?” Cora frowned at the lack of response, Stiles’ eyes were wide but the pupils were dilated his eyes almost glassy. Was this shock? He was trembling, it was too warm in here to be shivering.

“Cora dammit! I’ll take him to my room, he’ll feel more relaxed by my scent!” Derek growled from behind the pair. The older alpha’s eyes were fixed on the omega, something was off, the younger teen’s scent was faint, there wasn’t any anxiety or fear in Stiles’ scent it just was neutral. Derek thought maybe the smoke downstairs had ruined his nose but Cora was looking concerned as well.

“Stiles!” The Sheriff was the last to burst through the already crowded corridor. Derek felt the omega flinch and look away. Their earlier yelling match was still fresh between the two, sure, but Derek felt as if that wasn’t it at all.

“Stiles” Talia was looking at the young omega like one would a puzzle, the Sheriff looked relieved that his son was upright and in one piece although his face paled when his son didn’t meet his eyes.

Talia continued to observe the young omega with growing concern, he wasn’t very big, and she knew from rumors that he had been a sickly child. She also knew from reports that the boy was taking classes two years ahead of everyone else, at that rate he would graduate with a masters or some kind of degree before his mid twenties. However was the relationship salvageable? Was he healthy enough for pups? Her heart pinched remembering her Adam, she wouldn’t allow mistakes to be repeated never again. And realization dawned on her “ Call Deaton. Have our cousin Martin come, let him know it’s a code rouge. “ Talia was speaking to Laura who nodded leaning against the door to Brandon’s room, snapping to attention immediately.

“Mother?” Cora was confused.

Peter pushed past the group, “Stiles? Look at me! Pup?” The alpha used an authoritative voice, he reached for the young omega but Derek stepped in his path.

“What’s going on?” Cora felt Stiles’ legs give out she gently followed him back to the carpet. “Stiles? Stiles?” His scent was off, she barely noticed, her friend’s eyes were glassy, what was this? “Stiles you’re scaring me. Say something?”

Derek put a hand to his chest it hurt, the pain hurt he was on his knees, “He’s dropping!” The Sheriff’s usually stern voice carried fear, “Son!” He tried to reach for the boy again the omega flinched away from him. Derek felt an icy cold start to spread along their bond it was terrifying, he cringed the pain was intense. He pushed past the ice, and stood up, he needed to do something instinct told him to protect to hold his omega and scent him. Cora was in the way he growled possessively knocking her back and scooping his unresponsive omega up in his arms.

“No, no. Stiles! Stiles!” He growled feeling the frustration in him as the omega’s head started to fall forward.

“Don’t let him fall asleep nephew! You have to keep him awake, cousin Martin is on the way he’s closer than an ambulance. You have to keep his eyes open, if he closes them he could go into a coma and then-”

“Give me my son!” The Sheriff growled protectively.

“Martin is a Doctor, and Deaton is also a trusted physician. “ Peter snapped at the idiot Sheriff. “You-the boy was touch starved and now this. I always told Claudia you weren’t good enough to raise a cactus.”

“You’ve done enough.” Cora accused, glaring at Stiles’ dad then at her own mother and uncle, “You all have!” Derek’s room was consequently the first room to their left, the teenager opened the door and wrapped the shivering body up in his own gray duvet.

“Stiles, stay awake.” The alpha commanded his voice deep and authoritative, the omega blinked in reply “I need you to snap out of this and tell me I’m an idiot. That this is my fault. “

The omega didn’t speak, his breathing was shallow, and his shivering was less noticeable. “My brother will be distraught if you go into a coma. He loves you more than me I’m sure of it. And if you think Cora was ever unmanageable just think-” Stiles continued to stare unblinking at nothing and Derek looked to the adults hovering in his room. Stiles looked so small, had he really taken down that beta?

Travis was in the hall, “He was fine earlier.” Travis swore, “He didn’t say a word. That beta said something cruel but Stiles just stayed so steady and calm.”

The young boy was telling Carolyn who entered the room with more blankets, “He needs to know he’s safe and warm. Everyone out! Let him be surrounded by his soulmates scent only. Now!” The werecoyote snapped, causing no room for argument.

“This is your fault.” She glared down at her nephew, “But you will spend the end of your days making it up to him.”

She started to make a nest on her nephews bed, pulling the pillows into a circle grabbing some of Derek’s jackets and hoodies from his closet.

“Martin might be an idiot but he’s knowledgeable enough as a doctor and Deaton knows his stuff when it comes to bonds. Just do your job as his alpha and keep him awake. He can hear you even if it seems like he can’t.”

Derek didn’t know how to ask how his aunt knew this, but he had a sour feeling it was from experience.

He talked to Stiles then, explaining about their first encounter, how at first he thought that it was weird some little kid was in his second grade class. Then Stiles had answered all the teacher’s questions with such ease while the rest of them were lagging behind. And how it followed into highschool, some human without a secondary presentation constantly showing the alphas up.

He was jealous and childish and god he was sorry if he could just start over, and Cora didn’t know it was Derek that threatened Stiles. Not until she pieced it together, and now Stiles should wake up or he would miss the epic beat down Derek would receive by the omega’s father. And Derek had it coming, except maybe the only thing saving him was the fact Stiles could feel through the bond. Derek swore that maybe they didn’t like each other now but maybe later they could grow into it. The alpha didn’t bring up love because he would never dare to hope, his own parent’s were a fated pair and when his omega dad died his mother just continued on like nothing happened. Love wasn’t something he understood, it wasn’t something Talia spoke openly about or at all. However watching Peter with aunt Carolyn made him think otherwise.

“Stiles I’m still in highschool, I’m a hormonal teenager that doesn’t know how to partner my socks let alone express my feelings. But texting you was the best thing that’s happened to me. I really liked talking to you. I looked forward to it. And when I realized it was you, I was going to tell you in person. I wanted to maybe try this whole thing over again.”

“Liar.” Stiles’ voice was hoarse his eyes blinked slowly but they were no longer glassy.

“Cora?” the omega coughed.

“She’s ready to beat me up in the hall.”

“Good. Where are we? Oh god did I faint? How embarrassing.” Stiles tried to sit up but only ended up coughing harder. “So tired-”

He started to close his eyes, “NO!” Derek jarred the omega awake, hating how the omega flinched in his arms, eyes wide and fearful, the hummingbird’s heartbeat threatening to push his heart from the thin chest. “It’s not a good idea to fall asleep. I might let my uh, baser instincts take over?”

Stiles frowned in confusion then he started to giggle feeling light head, did he just hear Derek Hale say baser instincts? Stiles felt weak, and there was a bad dream nagging at the back of his mind, as if he were forgetting something important.

Derek growled holding Stiles closer to him flashing his eyes at his older cousin twice removed, the gray haired doctor held a black medical bag in his grip he put the bag down next to the bed. “Good, good you started a nest. How long has he been out of the drop?”

“Drop?” Stiles coughed again, something started to creep into his muddled mind, a feeling that made him tremble.

“Less than a minute.” Derek replied but his cousin slowly reached for the omega wrapped in the gray duvet, like a Stiles burrito. The alpha snapped his fingers causing the omega to flinch and Derek to growl.

“Stay with us pup.” Stiles’ eyes started go glassy once more, Derek felt the ice start to spread between them.

“No, no. Stiles!” he shook his soulmate gently.

“That’s it keep him focused on you. I’m going to give him something to put him to sleep, it will keep his mind free and ease the anxiety. Too much anxiety for one day. He looks a little touch starved, poor pup is thin for a boy his age. He’s sickly isn’t he. Shame. They never last long. He’ll give you at least one good pup before his body gives out. We can hope it’s an alpha.”

Derek was snarling at the doctor who ignored his third cousin twice or three times removed? The man had no self preservation the teen was sure of it, the way he talked about Stiles like he was mare needing to be put down.

“Stiles. Don’t listen to this idot. Stiles?” Derek was cradling his omega, “Stay awake, I need to tell you something.”

“Where are we?” Stiles’ eyes tried to focus on something behind Derek the alpha felt his cheeks go red, realizing he had poster’s of half naked omegas sprawled on muscle cars, as well as a few band posters, and his favorite top alpha athletes.

“Here we are.” The doctor produced a syringe and a vile.

“I need you to stay awake and tell me how ridiculously cliche my room is.”

“It smells nice.” Stiles instinctively snuggled into the crook of the young alpha’s arm. “It’s so cold, why are you so warm.”

When the doctor grabbed Stiles’ arm the omega whimpered and tried to pull away, “Stop fussing.” The doctor cooed “You’ll be okay.” Without hesitation he inserted the needle into Stiles’ bruised upperarm, the omega let out pathetic wine that brought Clora tumbling into the room obviously having jerked free from her mother’s grip.

“Stiles!” She said breathlessly, “What are you doing to him!”

Derek tried to calm the sobbing omega, he was oversensitive due to the hormonal influx caused by a drop.

Cora lunged at the doctor but Peter was quick to grab his niece around the waist.

“If anyone cares, he’ll be just fine, I’ll have an IV drip set up, it’s best he’s surrounded by his mates scent he’s a little thin for a teen his age, a bit on the small side. I will need to see his medical records. I still stand by what I said, they stop growing at this age. So he won't get any taller or thicker. The small ones aren’t really built for multiple pups. He’ll give you one good one. I would wait till at least his early twenties, it would mean a higher rate of survival for the pup and mother, but that’s pushing it for the mother.”

Cora was glaring at the Doctor, her breathing coming in quick intakes her eyes flashing at such cold words.

She then looked at her own mother with disgust, she knew her omega father was told to stop at one but the Hale pack needed more children. Talia Hale was the head alpha more alphas to branch out the family name with their own packs the better. They meant to do the same to Stiles, she wouldn’t allow it.

“Get the f*ck out Martin.” Peter snapped.

“Dr. Hale to you.” The alpha replied in his usual monotone he rolled his eyes at his younger cousins and threw over his shoulder. “That sedative will keep him calm, no stressors for at least a week. Omegas are such fragile little things. “I’ll be back with the IV equipment, he’ll need fluids and the sedatives will hold off another drop. He should be out of the woods in a week. The source needs to be found before you can be 100 percent sure it won't happen again. I don’t need to warn you that if he were to go into a drop without anyone around it could be serious and lead to death even in one so young.”

Derek felt sick, Stiles’ was slowly relaxing into the sedative, his sobbs small whimpers.

“Ssh. You’re okay. You’re safe.” Derek ran the back of his knuckles down the side of Stiles’ face the other half buried into the crook of his arm. “Sleep Stiles, don’t fight it. You’re okay. So brave, you can rest now. You can tell me you hate me later.”

Cora watched blinking back the tears as a nurse came in with medical equipment, her uncle still held tight to her afraid she would attack those that were taking Stiles’ arm and preparing him for the IV, and sticking other monitors to him.

The Sheriff was quiet this whole time, he didn’t dare enter the room, his own memories of Claudia stills fresh, and the doctor’s cruelly flung words. The Hales would naturally demand pups from his son, but he could hold off how long before the bonding ceremony took place. Stiles was an omega, he wasn’t considered an adult until 25.

Derek was in the hall “If Martin comes near my omega again I will rip his f*cking throat out with my teeth.”

Talia tsked “Language!”

Cora glared at the two security men guarding Derek’s door, there were more security downstairs, she would ask what her family planned on doing next because obviously there was more going on than mother let on.

That aside she resolved to do something else, taking a deep breath she marched over to her brother and let a low meaningful growl escape her.

Her possessive scent filling the space between them, Stiles’ anxiety fresh on her brother’s clothes.

The Sheriff was ignoring the exchange instead he was trying to think of ways of how he could make it up to his son, he needed to get him home. Safe, he needed to tell Stiles he loved him and he would make it up to his son in other ways. After he found out who exactly was making his son’s life hell. Why was he last to know? Had he been so untrustworthy.

Guilt sat like a stone in his gut, he would make it up to his son. Somehow? He had been withholding on getting the jeep fixed, he would go today and tell the mechanic to do all the repairs, then the alpha would ask the shop to put in a new stereo. His son loved music, sometimes in the morning he would catch Stiles belting out some weird song.

Stiles used to sing and dance clumsily and carefree, while doing chores or cooking. When had that stopped?

When he had first seen his son at the hospital he was scared, remembering Claudia and the memories all came flooding over him threatening to drown the alpha once more. Then he was briefed on the situation, he lost it, the flood gates opening up and Stiles was the one he took it out on.

Stiles his son, all he had left of Claudia, and he had yelled and threatened an already scared newly presented boy. Noah had no excuse, so what if he was killing himself at work trying to find Claudia’s killers, terrified they might make good on their 15 year old threats and target his last reason to live.

He had yelled at Stiles, and his pup had been afraid, was that when Stiles started feeling the disconnect, the fear? He would never intentionally hurt his son. What if it was too late? Claudia forgive me.

“My brother doesn’t deserve Stiles, but Stiles belongs with us. He may be Derek’s soulmate but my uh kinscent is enough to keep Stiles anchored. We’ve been scenting all week, that’s why he’s been able to ignore Derek! I bet Deaton will say the same. “ Cora was piecing together some the bonding conversation she half listened to when Stiles was ranting about the alpha he was stuck with. Her mother folded her arms over her chest not amused but Cora continued on, glaring down her brother who had now turned to face her.

“I’ll challenge my brother for the bond.” she squared her shoulders and tilted her chin up trying to appear at the same height as her older brother.

“Cora!” Derek snarled instinctively taking a step forward only to be blocked by an amused uncle.

The young alpha ignored her uncles soft laughter, Derek's intake of breath or her mother’s disbelief, she was screwed anyway. Her mother would not deal well with an alpha daughter who preferred alphas this was safe for them both no bond needed Stiles might have to be platonically scented by Derek but it was better than being with someone who hated you or was hated by you. And worse being treated like a broodmare, only useful to give the pack more alphas. Until the body became to weak and her friend died, she would spare him this, Stiles deserved to be happy.

He deserved so much better, he tried to give so many the benefit of the doubt, but in this instance no one deserved it! No one! Besides he had proven himself for her twice now she would do this. Even if meant getting the sh*t kicked out of her by her growling older brother. Stiles would keep her secrets and she would keep his maybe he could find love with someone else, she could be a perfect cover and when he found a worthy partner it wouldn’t matter because as her alpha she would be legally positioned to give him his freedom, by then they would have found out a way to solve the soulbond issue.Stiles would be out of the clutches of her overbearing family and his unloving father.

“We are fated! It’s forbidden!” Derek was near beta phased, Cora flashed her eyes her teeth growing longer.

“There’s actually no official law or rule against it.” Peter wiped at his eyes, this was amusing to the older wolf. “Niece you impress me. Alpha Talia Hale can not reject this challenge.”

Talia frowned looking between her two children ready to go at it, “Derek can’t be challenged physically it may cause harm to Stiles. We aren’t in the business of abusing omegas.” The alpha glanced at her own hands then at her squabbling children, this was indeed a precedent. “However I will allow the omega to choose, he isn’t of age yet. He will have his choice once that time comes.”

“You forget who his father is.” The Sheriff snarled, “Once my son is well enough to leave I’ll be taking him home, and if there is a way to safely free him of the soulbond then I will take my son far from the reach of your cursed family. Now excuse me, I have my own investigation to proceed with, I will oversee the interrogation as the council has sanctioned. If your son or daughter threaten my son in anyway I will bring this mess before the council and make it known to every wolf on the continent just how the distinguished Hale pack treats their omegas. Word will travel so quickly that not even your money can keep your reputation in tact. You will see offers of suitable matches to your alpha children fall away like ash in the wind.”

Peter shook his head, “I never thought you had it in you.” He grumbled as the Sheriff left the group in silence.

Chapter 7: the one that got away

Chapter Text

Stiles woke up in the middle of the night alone again, something he was starting to get used to. Although his first thought was this wasn’t a hospital room, especially with the um posters? pLastering/wallpapering the walls and ceiling? Someone had really gross taste in omegas seriously. Was that even comfortable attire for the beach? Who sat on the hood of a muscle car with bikini briefs that matched the hood but barely managed to fit over the well rounded behind, obviously airbrushed no one had that nice of an ass. So unfair if they did. And what a lewd pose. Stiles felt his cheeks burn he directed his eyes elsewhere but their was even a particularly uh, well the omega on the ceiling was stretched out wearing nothing but the padding of a lacrosse player in a locker room. Stiles was sure that model definitely didn’t play lacrosse.

This had to be an alpha’s room, but whose? His head was pounding, and his stomach felt empty, he started to sit up realizing he was surrounded by a well constructed nest.

The warmth was almost enough to lull him back into a comforting sleep but Stiles had jolted awake for a reason, someone was hovering near an open door. A dim desk top lamp next to a closed laptop kept the room somewhat lit, the desk was nice it looked antique with it’s rich cherry color. What a waste that someone had papers messily strewn over the surface, sports magazines and an open science book. He scanned the room and noticed the large window to the left of the desk, it was as tall as Stiles and the heavy blue curtains were drawn open allowing the moonlight in. He made out the faint outline of a balcony and imagined it would be easy to escape out that window accessing a low hanging branch sturdy enough for a weightless scrawny omega like himself.

Another scent of the air and he was swimming in the safety of alpha pheromones. His mind felt so foggy, there was a machine to his right beeping steadily, he realized it was attached to him, there was an IV pole and a bag several lines some looked like wires and others carried fluids from the IV, all leading into his own arm the wires attaching to leads . The omega’s attention snapped back to the person hovering in the doorway.

“Dad?” he called out pulling a blood pressure cuff from his left arm, then yanking the line that was leading to his chest another one lower on his ribs. By the way where did his clothes go? He was in a pair of oversized pajamas he didn’t recognize, they were flannel and red also very comfy.

“Don’t go doing that sweetie.” an unfamiliar female voice instructed stepping into the room out of the doorway. A beta werewolf in blue scrubs, with dark hair and familiar blue eyes entered holding something in one hand and a capped syringe in another.

“Where am I?” He tried to remember something, all he could recall was the dream that roused him from an unwanted sleep.

“You’re still on the Hale estate, in the main pack house. You are a lucky one, your soulmate is going to be the head alpha. Now, just lay back like a good omega, I’m going to give you something to keep you calm.”

“I am calm!” Stiles hissed pulling the IV out before the nurse could stop him, he ignored the blood that started to flood from the open wound.

He pulled the blankets off, and whatever remaining electrodes that were sticking to him, “Where the hell are my pants?” He squeaked swaying briefly, grateful for the oversized flannel pajama top coming mid thigh.

Another nurse entered wearing similar colored scrubs, “Great, he was calm Frida and you had one job.”

“Shut it Carl, he’s going to get us both fired if we don’t get him calm and back in bed.” The two betas argued.

“I am calm. Where’s my dad?” The omega hated how his voice cracked, “Why am I here?” He remembered the attack on the Hale house and his mouth went dry, “Oh god how embarrassing I fainted didn’t I. Tell me it wasn’t in front of everyone.” No one answered and he continued to look around the blue carpet floor for something to cover himself with. There was a closet to the left of the bed but it was far from the door.

“Ssh.” Stiles hated being talked down to like he was a baby, “Come on omega back into the bed, look you’re getting blood on the carpet. “ Carl growled causing Stiles to flinch, he glanced down at blood still trailing from the back of his hand, eyes wide with morbid fascination. The smell of copper and the red made him feel fuzzy. It reminded him of a moment he would like to not relive, he fought the anxiety starting to mount.

“f*ck you lady.” he snapped shakily “I won't be pushed aroun-” his hiss was lost on the male nurse who lunged at him, Stiles jumped out of the man’s way, avoiding the female beta who tripped over the IV pole he tossed in her direction.

Panic, panic was fueling him now, he didn’t want to be locked away or held down. He needed to get out of that room, the smell of blood was in his nostrils. Forget the fact he was barefoot and without pants.

He ran out the door, the light of the hall bright stinging his eyes and then he hit a brick wall. Or at least he thought as much, before said brick wall came into focus, an alpha in black only growled low in warning, causing the omega to freeze.

“What the hell are you doing!” Derek was there, he had felt the fear and the need to escape. It was the feeling of claustrophobia, Stiles felt restricted and his body reacted by hyperventilating. His wolf responded to the fear and anxiety in his omega in the presence of other alphas. The alpha was directing his question at Stiles’ security detail, Roderick had growled at the inept betas that came up short in the doorway of Derek’s room. The alpha wasn’t used to omegas and startled the already anxious boy now cowering away from the helping hands of the irratated alpha.

“Stiles!” He removed his black hoodie needing to cover the exposed skin, Stiles’ legs were lean and smooth. Being an omega meant they lacked hair and the older teen pushed the perverted thoughts flooding his mind aside. Especially how he wanted to allow his larger hands to caress the soft calves, running his nails lightly over the goosebumped flesh further up past the knee until they rested on those creamy white thighs, he would worship those thighs with his mouth. Oh god what the f*ck was he thinking, he needed to focus, Stiles was scared and feeling alone.

“Stiles.” Derek wrapped the hoodie over the same thighs he was daydreaming about, but something caught his eyes on closer inspection, he didn’t have to time to say anything. The omega was hyperventilating, that and no one else should be gawking at those perfect legs.

“Sssh. Stiles. Focus. You’re safe. No one's here to hurt you.” Derek carried the smaller boy into his room glaring at the security alphas outside the door, he growled at the two nurses they quickly jumped out of his way.

The alpha could feel and smell blood, Stiles was bleeding somewhere, “Stiles are you hurt?” He searched the boy finding the source, quickly licking at the wound savoring the taste of his mates blood before grabbing a tissue from his night stand and holding the pressure over the iv site.

Stiles leaned an ear into Derek’s chest listening to the calm drum of the alphas heart.

“You're Not alone anymore Stiles. You aren’t alone.” Derek could feel the chant through their bond,

“Alone, alone, alone.”

The alpha closed his eyes, finding the bond he could feel the vibrations it was slack and being tugged desperately as if on the otherside someone was trying so hard to be pulled in from the darkness he had been cast out into. Derek imagined himself holding the string and heaving the loose strand towards him until it was wrapped around his own body, his wrist and biceps, no longer lax and the person on the other side was shadowed by darkness but almost visible.

Stiles’ wildly beating heart finally calmed and he stiffened in Derek’s arms, several deep breaths and the omega finally spoke in a small voice, Derek could feel his omega trying to curl inward and appear small.

They were sitting on Derek’s bed, someone had thankfully turned off the machines that alarmed him in the first place. The IV pole was pushed back behind the door and Derek for once appreciated how big his room was, the bookshelf held a few books mainly on sports statistics and boring school criteria. Then there was his large oak dresser, and a closet filled with jackets, hoodies and sweaters.

The queen size bed had made an excellent nest and as far as he knew Stiles had rested easily, Derek had only stepped out to use the bathroom and make sure Cora was nowhere near his room. She wanted to scent Stiles but the alpha refused to let his sister entry to his territory.

“I want to go home.”

“Your father isn’t there, he’s with uncle Peter chasing down a lead on those who tried to kidnap you and the others. This is the safest place for you.”

“Oh.” Stiles didn’t look up at the alpha holding him, “Did he say anything before he left?” Stiles waited holding his breath but Derek shook his head and Stiles accepted that. His father probably happily handed him over to the Hales, relieved to be done with his disappointment of a son.

Before either one of the teens could break the awkward silence Stiles’ stomach growled loudly.

“Stiles?” Derek raised an eyebrow reluctant to let the omega go. “Uh, are you hungry? You’ve been asleep for 16 hours.”

“16!” Stiles pulled away from the alpha whiskey colored eyes wide and questioning.

“You dropped and our cousin Martin lives on the property all of our pack does. Anyway he is an idiot but a doctor. So Doctor idiot set up a makeshift hospital room just for you. You scared me-everyone.”

“Oh. Sorry.” Stiles looked away, his stomach protested once more and Derek grabbed his cell phone from his back pocket. He quickly shot a text, scooting back he kept Stiles on his lap and kicked off his sneakers before lining himself up on the bed. He kept scooting until his back was against the black leather headboard.

“Dr Idiot said that it was best that you were around my scent the whole soulmates thing and all.” Derek’s heart sped up but his voice was amazingly calm. The hoodie covering the omega’s shorter legs hitched up exposing thin white scars high on the soft thighs. Without thought Derek traced a finger over the larger of the scars, it was rijid and raised.

The soft flesh around the mark prickled and the omega gasped stiffening unable to move, the alpha's eyes were made to see in the night. He was after all a creature meant to hunt prey with stealth and cunning. He could feel the acceleration of Stiles’ heartbeat, the alpha was oblivious to the fact that he was without permission touching Stiles in an intimate way. Instead he was focused on how these marks came about? They hadn’t healed properly why did they scar?

There were other scars, although they were far from new he could tell which were the newer ones, he placed a hand over the rijid scar.

“They don’t hurt anymore.” Stiles whispered wondering if that was the alpha’s intention, couldn’t he see they were old. Stiles was stiff under the warm hands that nearly covered his upper thigh.

The omega instead focused on what that touch was doing to his heart, and his burning cheeks. Stiles couldn’t help the reaction, he was touch starved of course he wanted to sink into the alpha’s lap and wrap himself up in the scent.

Then another idea hit him, he had never shown anyone this pathetic part of him, what if Derek was disgusted, what if he hated the situation even more. Stiles was nothing like the posters lining the walls, he was far from curvey and he was on the wrong side of lean. Now Derek knew just how broken Stiles was, but the omega wanted to explain. He outgrew hurting himself in this way, he never felt any better and the release although addicting never lasted, it just made him hate himself more. “I don’t-I stopped doing that. Don’t-” hate me. Don’t tell anyone.

Derek’s mouth moved but no words came out and he was glad that omega wasn’t looking at him. Instead the apha tried to keep his questions, thoughts, feelings to himself.

“I don’t want to be out of it, I can handle stress. I’m sorry if I uh, well it’s been stressful. I just want to go home.”

“It’s just dangerous, mom doesn’t know who it was that attacked. It’s easier to have everyone where she can see them. And your dad needs to concentrate on the case so he was on board with you staying.” Derek didn’t want to leave Stiles alone, this was how he handled stress? Were there other areas, when had he last looked at the omega’s arms or his torso? Never, because he was too busy hurting him, and what if this stress triggered Stiles into cutting deeper.

Derek felt a sadness at the mention of the Sheriff, it moved through the bond like a napkin absorbing a spilled liquid.

“Stiles, he’ll be back. He’s safe with our security and I guess the Argents with FBI resources are adding their own people to the investigation. My mother has connections.”

Stiles didn’t reply, and Derek was glad for the interruption that came in the form of Cora with a plate of food. He quickly covered the omega up, not wanting his sister to see more exposed skin than she had right to. Which was no right.

Derek glared at her and she glared back, “Laura got your text, your majesty and I decided to bring my Stiles something to eat. Aunt Carolyn said he would like a word by the way. She’s in the kitchen. Don’t worry I’ll keep my Stiles company.”

Stiles felt a tension between the two but there was no flood of pheromones, he thought Cora’s eyes flashed but he was just tired.

Derek was reluctant but he set Stiles down and moved off the bed, “Remember this is my room and he’s still mine.” The alpha growled under his breath, his younger sister arched an eyebrow giving a wolfish grin she shrugged then spoke to Stiles.

“Hey there little red riding hood. You’re looking better, even if my brother is mauling you with his horrid scent.”

Stiles blushed red accepting the blue plate holding a peanut butter sandwich the crust carefully cut off, she put some carrot sticks and in her other hand a water bottle.

“He has the same scent as yours.” Derek heard and flinched at his soulmates words, his inner wolf paused hearing giggles from the two and red hot jealousy sparked deep within. Why was Stiles so easygoing with Cora? Then his wolf snapped at him growling angrily, ‘She never threatened or assaulted him.’

He made his way past Brandon’s room, he could hear the soft purring noise and paused. Peeking inside Brandon was still curled up in Travis’ lap the young alpha had fallen asleep at some point but his arms remained securely around his mate.

“I think they’ll be alright given time.” Carolyn whispered to her nephew nearly causing him to jump, he was caught off guard, did the woman ever make noise?

~0~

Stiles rested his hands in Cora’s, she had positioned him so his back was against her chest and her head rested on the top of his head. It looked intimate to an outsider but to Stiles it was just enough touching, he didn’t feel threatened by the female alpha.

“Stiles I have to tell you something and you can be as mad as you want. But if you stop talking to me it will kill me. You are my only real friend next to Brandon although I’m questioning his choices since he’s determined to keep Travis as a friend.”

Stiles sipped from the near empty water bottle, his stomach was content the sandwich and carrots were just the right amount. The scent of warmth and security rolling off the alpha was making his eyelids heavy. He even forgot that he wasn’t wearing pajama bottoms just the oversized flannel top. Cora rested her cheek against Stiles’ soft hair, feeling his humm and she continued on.

“I know you hate how alphas have been trying to control you. And you know how impulsive I am.”

“Yeah, stupid alphas. Pushing dumb Stiles around.” he grumbled with his eyes closed.

“Shut it. You aren’t dumb. Anyway. Well, “ Cora continued on, glancing at their tangled fingers thinking his bare feet were adorable and maybe he was cold, she could at least find him some pajama pants. f*cking idiot brother was probably enjoying the view of so much skin. Indecent. She pulled the edge of a blanket over her friend’s legs, somehow when Derek moved the blanket must have shifted. She felt the content roll off her friend, the makeshift nest of blankets and pillows around them was actually comfortable, and she had to fight sleep.

“Go on, Cora I’m listening.”

“I, well. I challenged my brother for your bond.” She closed her eyes waiting for the anger and the possible a hard shove off the bed.

Stiles stiffened, “What?” he turned pulling away from her, “But-”

“I thought it would help us both. I mean I of course being me and totally not into omegas would never force you into anything or expect anything. We would look like a couple but you would be free to look for a partner that loved and respected you.”

“Oh, Cora.” Stiles sat on his knees, “What about you?” She made a face shaking her head with a shrug.

“It doesn’t matter right. My mom, you’ve met her she would never accept a same secondary gender relationship. I don’t want to be sent away again, that rehabilitation center had alphas from families like mine, traditional the programs they had to enter into were far more scarier than the one I was in. I can’t, I wouldn’t survive it. I figured this way I could at least watch you be happy. Maybe someday far from today I’ll find someone who is brave enough to love me for me and not fear the weight of my name. Why can’t I just be normal?”

Stiles brought his cool forehead against the warmth of his friend’s, he could feel her sadness and loneliness, “Cora. There’s nothing wrong with wanting love and a life. Don’t be so angry. You are clever, strong and f*cking terrifying. It won’t be an easy road but I’ll support you in all of this. I mean after all my soulmate is supposed to be the head apha right? He’s your brother if you talk to him. “

“Doubtful. The only one who knows is Brandon and it’s because he heard me crying after Kimmy moved away.”

“That kid’s smarter than he lets on.” Stiles hugged Cora, his whiskey colored eyes met her blue, “I can’t let you give up your life for mine. I will be your friend and when the time comes I will stand next to you when you face the firing squad. Be it today, tomorrow or ten years down the line.” They hugged again this time it was Cora who pulled away first.

“Fine. I guess I can at the very least find you some pajama pants. Oh, yeah, here's your phone, Mccall keeps texting I let him know you weren’t feeling well and you were staying the night here. So he finally stopped. Like Theo’s party is so important, there’s a party I guess at some basketball idiot beta’s house tomorrow. Mccall said it was vital you at least attend that one, whatever it meant.”

Stiles nodded, “Not my scene so he’ll be disappointed.” The omega hoped his friend didn’t catch the half truth, it wasn’t his scene but he did have to go. He needed to straighten things out between Allison and Scott so they didn’t end up miserable because of Stiles. Then maybe Scott would let him crash at his house until he could figure out this whole bond thing. He really needed Deaton to get in contact with the specialist. Stiles hated this growing feeling he was having, it was confusing and definitely just biology playing games with his head. He felt as if Derek was starting to care and that was just twisted.

The alpha only felt obligated and look at what the omega nearly did, Cora challenged her own brother. He smiled at her as she handed him a pair of black sweats, they were definitely way to big he had to roll the bottoms and pull the drawstring tight, the material still manage to barely cling to his waist.

Cora giggled seeing him swimming in Derek’s clothes, “I’ll get something from Brandon’s room you’ll feel less awkward.

Stiles rubbed the bandaid over his left hand nervously, it was still sore from where the IV had been. Cora smiled feeling as if a heavy weight had been partially lifted from her shoulders, Stiles had done it again. “Hey text if you need me I’m just a few rooms over, I’ll leave you to rest. It’s midnight after all. Or you can always watch some movies on my brother’s laptop. Maybe after he gets back, I’m almost afraid what he might have on that laptop if his room decor says anything about taste.”

Derek heard more laughter when he returned holding two water bottles and snacks his aunt had insisted he bring to his mate, just cheese and crackers, some grapes things that needed to be hand fed. She felt his need to return to Stiles, and Carolyn had smiled knowingly. “You don’t have to worry about your sister. I have a feeling Stiles will decline the offer. She’s definitely not his type and vice versa. Besides I pulled you away to discuss how to prevent a future drop.”

Derek listened intently, hearing an omega’s side of what a drop was like made his stomach twist into knots. It explained the feeling of frost over their bond, Carolyn wanted to give Cora the time needed to tell Stiles what she had done. The werecoyote wasn’t as oblivious the others assumed she was. She had seen the eyes Cora had for the alpha that moved away suddenly. Her heart ached for her young niece, but she also knew a thing or two about omegas being one herself. She knew Stiles might just be the catalyst for change the pack so much needed, Derek just needed to figure his sh*t out so the two could start planning the future. Then again Peter and her relationship had started out similarly.

“Don’t ever forget nephew,” She smiled brightly “Stiles is a lot stronger than you think.”

Derek had nodded and hurried back towards the stairs, now here he was hesitating outside his own room.

“Stiles I’m being serious. Your dad didn’t leave you here, he’s coming back. How could you think he gave you away already?”

“You don’t know him like I do Cora.” Stiles’ voice sounded subdued on the verge of tears.

“Ssh, don’t if you cry I’ll cry you jerk. No one has seen me cry this much. You are killing my street cred.”

Stiles half giggled and half sobbed, Derek tensed. Was this why Stiles had tensed at the mention of his father? He thought he had been what? Sold? Abandoned?

“He hates me Cora. He blames me for my mother’s death.”

“Ssh, no he doesn’t he-”

“He does. You don’t know what it was like. People tell you how wonderful she was, how beautiful, complete strangers. But he won't even talk about her to me. When I was younger he would drink himself to sleep in the kitchen with her picture, but now that picture is gone, there are no reminders of her scent or face anywhere. All I have is the jeep, it used to be hers. I know everyone makes fun of me for it but it’s all I have of her.”

Cora didn’t reply, there was the sound of shuffling as if she was settling down closer on Derek’s bed. The alpha felt his chest squeeze, how often had they made fun of Stiles at school for his shabby vehicle, or even after the accident he thought the omega would thank him for being able to have a newer car as replacement.

Instead he had managed to cut the omega down even deeper than any slow healing wounds and Derek nearly dropped the small tray of food. f*ck! f*ck! He was an idiot, he should just give Stiles up. Aunt Carolyn had some hope for the bond but Derek was starting to feel it better to cut his loses before he did something more to hurt Stiles.

“She was sick Cora. I still don’t know what it was but she started to lose her mind. Some days she thought I was someone’s lost child and she would ask where my parents were. Other days she would scream horrible things. I tried to stay quiet so I could be close to her but she said I was useless, I ruined everything. I was killing her. I killed her. And it was my fault. I found her with her wrists bleeding there was so much blood and she screamed at me to not touch her, that it was my fault. My father wasn’t home. We were alone. The smell of blood makes me ill because I can still feel it sticky, hear how my snickers slipped out in the puddle. I can hear her labored bleeding and she didn’t want me to touch her. She wanted to get away from me that bad.”

Cora’s anger reached Derek from the otherside of the door, “No, Stiles she was ill. You should have never been alone with her. Where was your father? Working? Like a child can watch someone mentally ill. It wasn’t your fault. You can’t think it was! Never think it was! Do you understand.”

The muffled sobs tore at the alpha on the other side of the door, Derek put the tray outside the door and left the two. Texting Cora to be sure Stiles knows there's food for him.

~0~

Peter returned home to find his nephew sitting outside on the hood of his camaro glaring up at the moon and the stars.

The alpha wanted to say something cruel or snarky but paused when the scent from his nephew was overwhelming guilt and anger.

Peter knew this one, hell the Hale pack had built their whole existence on this scent.

He sat down next to his nephew and didn’t ask anything he just started the conversation as if he had been picking up where he left off. In a way he was continuing one he had started with himself.

“I was the captain of everything in highschool, as was Talia. We competed for notoriety, I always knew I wasn’t meant to lead the pack, she found her Soulmate before I found mine so naturally she was chosen as head of the pack. Adam with his soft spoken words, he was so much like Brandon. Talia knows it as did I then and even more so now. Adam didn’t want any of this, the name, the wealth. He didn’t care about it, his eyes were only for Talia.

He was this beautiful soul graceful in his movements, he was a dancer after all. That's how Talia met him, one minute we were at the theatre bored out of our minds, but mother so did like her ballet. Then he entered the stage and your mother’s bored expression changed and I thought, ‘Oh great, there goes another heart broken omega in the making.’ I didn’t care. The one woman I wanted had shot me down over and over again, by then I learned she was going to marry some lowly sheriff’s deputy. The son of an alcoholic gas station attendant! She was so beautiful, and funny and so alive! And she wanted Noah f*cking Stilinski! She was too good for the life he would offer, I could have given her everything. Trips to Europe, concerts, she loved music and art! She was so unlike the boring self important idiots that clung to our name like maggots to meat. They used us just as we used them. And we Hale alphas know how to use them.” Peter smuggly crossed his arms over his chest and grinned knowingly at his nephew.

“ I was never denied when I pursue someone, usually I was beating them off with a stick. Except here was this short nobody that smelled of apples and cinnamon. She was funny and smart and sometimes shy until you hit a nerve. Then my god she was a spitfire. And I was still smitten even then when she was engaged. I had an idea of stealing her away but I couldn’t risk her hating me. I was young and angry now I think about it I was just a selfish little entitled brat being denied my favorite toy, except she wasn’t a toy or mine. I was lucky she even considered me a friend. After half the sh*t I pulled. You know friends and I used to tease her, god I’m a f*cking idiot. I can see now why she ignored me for so long, but then I felt challenged. When she ignored me my friends and I were mean maybe borderline cruel. In my head it was another chase but she wasn’t running. She wasn’t interested in what I offered. It was mind blowing.”

Peter laughed at the memories of his youth, driving along on a rainy day trying to get the omega to accept a ride in his new camaro. She shook her head and looked forward holding her books to her chest shoulders back. So Peter had instead pealed out splashing mud and water over her. His friends laughed yelling out ‘FREAK!’ It was funny until she was gone for a week because of a cold than another week of missed club activities and school because of pneumonia. Peter had gone to torment her in her usual place but she wasn’t there. She wasn’t anywhere, the young Peter didn’t understand the feeling of emptiness he felt at having her scent vacant to her normal dwellings.

“That woman Claudia had shot me down all through high school, I joined her every club, I even went into the f*cking peace corps! THE PEACE CORPS! And you know how I loath public service and people and helping. But when I saw her smile, the way she lit up when I had the whole lacrosse team help plant those stupid f*cking trees around campus, it made my heart feel something. Something other than lust, or attraction it was different. She was so selfless, it pissed me off.

Do you know how often I had to intervene because she was so ready to believe in the goodness of others it nearly caused her harm. I think the other half of her appeal was that mother would never approve such a match but if you she would have seen just how uninterested in me those whiskey colored eyes were then she would not have felt threatened. It’s my fault she’s gone, I failed to protect her. “ Derek’s heart sped up hearing his uncle’s voice suddenly grow soft and even more distant “I went to visit her before she died, they had her restrained to the hospital bed to keep her from hurting herself. I wanted to blame someone but there was no one, it was my fault. And just like the time she caught pneumonia she smiled at me, delirious the madness having taken her bright young mind completely.

“Creeper wolf.” Peter didn’t answer the questioning look he received at Claudia’s nickname for him. “It was a nickname. I thought it was cute apparently she thought I was a bit of a stalker in high school.”

Peter continued to look ahead into the trees lining the property. “She was too far gone by then to distinguish between real and hallucinations. “ Peter didn’t tell his nephew that he had put a hand to her bandaged wrist, that he accepted the pain. That she spoke as if they were sitting in that same little high school courtyard, a small clearing where the grass her club had planted just started to grow, it was hidden away nestled between the library and another building.

She loved to eat her lunch there and Peter would join her pestering her as usual. She would shove a pencil in his hand and make him jot down notes on the next meeting of the ag club. Peter didn’t tell his nephew how he later after her death had planted a tree there in that same little courtyard with her favorite flowers, because he couldn’t stand still knowing she was gone from the world.

“She told me to take notes for our next meeting. I wanted to tell her goodbye. “ Peter shook his head unable to pull away from the memory his scent heavy with remorse. “She had always told me, I’m not the one for you. ‘You can’t say I love you to the first person to be nice to you and not put up with your sh*t.’ She had a way with words. While she was laying there she briefly came to, ‘It won't be long I think. Creeper wolf, do me a favor, don’t blame yourself. Take care of yourself Creeper wolf don’t let Noah get hurt. He has to take care of Stiles.’ So I’ve been working to help that idiot Sheriff ever since. “ Peter glared at the trees then up at the stars, not mentioning how he had stayed with her combing hands through her dark hair, whispering goodbye until she no longer remembered him.

“I love your aunt Carolyn. And that Claudia was right for pushing me away despite my hard headedness. Anyway back to your dad, your omega. The night your mother met him there were sparks. He came from a good family nothing special in mother’s eyes but your grandmother is a hard old bag to please. Talia’s mark was bright against her forearm after a brief handshake, and the graceful dancer looked down at his own with a nervous resolution.

He never danced again after that, but it didn’t mean he loved Talia anyless, he loved her and of that I never doubted. He had Laura and that pregnancy was hard, he was on bedrest for the most of it. The doctor warned your mother who had just taken the lead over the pack, he warned her that more pups would take Adam’s life. Grandmother with her old world views was livid, she demanded that your mother take another but as you’ve heard that would not result in more pups just complications. Adam told Talia that the doctor was wrong, he was healthy and your alpha mother was pressured into producing more.

Cora was supposed to be the last, he had nearly miscarried you but with Cora things were different he was happy, his energy was back. I was supposed to be with him to go furniture shopping but instead I selfishly stayed home not wanting to be anywhere near Claudia, I was still feeling jilted and she had announced her own pregnancy. I felt so disgusted and betrayed, even though Noah was her soulmate.” Peter shook his head in self disgust,

“They were coming out of the furniture store, Adam was further along than Claudia, she wasn’t even showing. Noah had taken her jeep to get fixed and went to collect the two. They were coming out of the store when this beta. This bastard who was pissed at Talia and the arresting officer that brought their alpha in along with several others for sex trafficking omegas. He and two others drove up in a van and just started shooting. The first bullet missed Adam but Claudia reacted and pulled him down, shielding his body. Stilinski caught the one shooting nearly getting shot in the process, however the driver and the others got away. The beta didn’t give anything away other than his hate for Talia Hale and the deputy promising their were more and that their loved ones were never safe.”

Derek held his breath, this was a first he heard of this story, “I should have f*cking been there Derek instead I was acting like some punk kid. Claudia took a wolfsbane bullet to the shoulder, the poison couldn’t be treated due to the fact that it would kill her unborn child. The Sheriff begged her, pleaded, swearing they could make more. Knowing it would cost her in the end, the boy was born sickly due to the wolfsbane poisoning early on they didn’t think he or his mother would survive but she did. However there were other side effects and after seven years it claimed her mind. As for Adam he always felt responsible, he delivered a healthy Cora but things were strained. Talia went crazy with security, Deputy Stilinski started hunting down the culprits throwing himself into his job, if he knew how little his time with Claudia was left I’m sure he would have acted differently.

Then Adam surprised us all when Brandon came along, the doctor wasn’t happy, he said it would be better to terminate but your father was appalled by the suggestion. He gave your mother three strong healthy alpha children but at what cost? Brandon was born six weeks early and Adam died after hemorrhaging. He was a beautiful dancer Derek, his eyes were hazel, when he laughed it was with his shoulders and his dark bangs would fall into his face. Of you all Brandon looks like him the most and I fear they have the same heart just as Stiles has Claudia’s. The same treacherous forgiving hearts that we can not even comprehend. “

Peter looked down at his hands, “I love your aunt Carolyn. I was on a bender when I literally bumped into her, she was shy and young. Her pack refused to accept us, hell I refused to accept us. My heart was still broken, but Carolyn is who my heart truly beats for, Claudia just showed me, opened my eyes to see what love could do, what it could make us do. Carolyn sometimes thinks I’m in love with a ghost, but it’s not that. I’m trying to make amends. All these years I have to make amends to Adam, to Carolyn and Claudia. That is the mess you unfortunately will have to sort. Because the Sheriff is trying to hunt down those responsible as if it would bring back what he lost, and I thought this whole time he could see what he had. Apparently not. Talia is just as bad. Don’t be our failures, don’t repeat the past nephew. Or I will find a way to beat sense into you. Don’t push away the things you should protect.” There was a heavy silence and understanding between the two.

“Uncle, how do you know about drops?” Derek was taking in the abundance of information, this questions nagging at his mind since Stiles had dropped. “Aunt Carolyn she walked me through what to do for Stiles incase it happens again.”

Peter looked sadly at his nephew, hands in his pocket the light of the moon casting shadows over his tired face, “Your aunt has had a few at the beginning of our relationship. Like I said, I haven’t been the best alpha. I’ve made her feel less, she was so young and hurt by my inability to express my feelings properly. She didn’t understand why I didn’t want children. I was afraid what could happen to her. I don’t ever want to lose her. Never hold back in telling someone what they mean to you. Or you'll regret it, you will be haunted by it like your mother and the rest of us.” Peter coughed “Anyway. That's enough bonding I think for a lifetime. I need to get some rest I suggest you do the same.”

“The attack was it some kind of retaliation then from the traffickers?” Derek needed to know.

“Goodnight nephew.” Peter replied, the older man didn’t glance behind him instead he headed into the house looking for his wife ignoring the familiar scent that Stiles carried. Noah was an idiot, that boy was all that Claudia left to this world. Revenge was messy work, and Peter felt haunted by his promises and past deeds. Carolyn was suddenly wrapping arms around his waist in greeting. “Welcome home alpha.” She sighed into his back, unable to see the happy smile lighting the man’s face up but she felt the tension in him drain away.

“Ah, there are other ways I would like to be welcomed!” He suddenly had her in his arms and she gasped at the idiot sweeping her up princess style taking the stairs two at a time.

Chapter 8: grandma what big claws you have?

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Edwina Hale sat in her pristine home, spared no luxury but it was all the same, this was exile. Her favorite nephew Martin to her left, Martin’s alpha father across from the two. “Alpha Hale.” The smug asskisser always knew just which cheek she preferred. “I have those reports you asked for.” Edwina nodded greeting and acknowledging all the others around her antique cherry oak table.

“Are the players on the board yet? I’ve been waiting for this game to start since my own daughter shuffled me off to the smaller estate house. Playing the grumpy disapproving grandmother is getting old. “

“Yes well cousin Talia has always been full of herself. And she has no idea what her children have been getting up to. Time I think for a regime change. I’m so glad there are so many other old friends and family on board. It makes the exchange less messier.” The dark haired alpha with traces of gray placed his hands together on the smooth oak surface. The old Hale alpha was far from weak or elderly, she still managed to walk with a confidence far beyond her years and her strength was just as deadly as it had ever been. Just last week she had slit the throat of an incompetent henchmen. It had been terrifying to watch and awe inspiring.

“Nephew it’s been far too long. I should have taken over when that idiot of Gerard’s neglected to kill Adam. Although it was very amusing to watch that useless omega take his place. Now to think that Stilinski brat is actually going to be bonded to my nephew. It’s as if that bitch is taking revenge from her grave. I thought I wouldn’t have to ever hear her name in my home again. She thought she was too good for my Peter. Idiot child that he is. Now bonded to a werecoyote! Our pack is muddied with the blood of the less refined. Talia was supposed to be with Adam, they were both supposed to die, and then I would have raised my two grandchildren properly. “ The older woman sighed heavily waving her hand dismissively in front of her as if to clear the air of something acrid .

“No matter, Brandon and Derek is all we need. That Malcom boy’s reaction wasn’t what I expected though. He has more balls then his father, I will allow him to live, unlike the father. Have we disposed of the body properly? I don’t want it found just yet.”

Her old eyes lit up when an alpha of the Alistar pack nodded in the affirmative.

“ The Malcom boy seems the type I can mold, and I’ll use the hatred he has for Talia to bring him to our way of thinking. As for the others, it will be a shame but Laura is too much like her mother, Derek doesn’t seem to be interested in his bondmate. At least that’s the report I’ve read, the source was very reliable. Then from what I saw for myself, he is more possessive than addled by love. There are other suitable omegas out there, better we sever the tie before it festers into something. Cora such a lovely girl but I only need one alpha to lead the pack, and of course Brandon the omega will be our way of expanding. Derek can find a stronger mate I have selected from our allies. Soon our pack will once again be known for the traditional views and the purest of blood lines. Then I vow to lend our strength to help cleanse your packs as well, you our true friends who have proven yourselves loyal to our cause. ”

Several allies at the table barked in favor pounding their fists on the dark cherry wood table they all sat at.

Edwina Hale glanced at the chess board just over to her left near her favorite antique wingback red chair. It had been fun seeing that omega suffer slowly for getting in the way of Edwina’s plans. Also for what she did to poor Peter, pulling him around by the knott like the little tease that she was.Claudia’s son was no better, that boy would not bring her family down. The werecoyote and her mutt daughter would not be allowed to live either. Things had gone too far, it was time Edwina Hale took back what was hers.

Her children were the biggest disappointment, and their soulmates reflected this. Now her grandchildren, it was too much. She had promised the Argents they would be her right hand and the other packs secretly loyal to her were promised territory to expand into. Talia was facing the council’s displeasure due to her injuring that poor pup Brandon. Edwina of course still had friends on the council and they would be choosing a temporary replacement while investigating. Peter would surely be unstable after his own wife and daughter were murdered or killed in an accident. Edwina had yet to decide their demise, perhaps just giving them to the Gerard to sell into slavery would be enough. Peter would need to be put down, she could have that done maybe it would save him the misery. And Edwina was very sympathetic to her second born, perhaps she could save him the heartache. Although he never paid her the same courtesy. Openly mourning that Claudia girl, ugh, lusting after her even after the girl married that low level deputy. That woman succeeded in killing herself but she should have done Edwina a favor and taken the pup with her. The old alpha had paid the neighbors to set everything up so nicely, whispering that the pup was a demon come to poison her with pills. Going as far as putting the razor in her hands.

Sometimes you just had to do the killing yourself to see that it was done right.

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Allison glanced down at the wound just deep enough for ten stitches, had she been a second off then it would have been more than ten stitches. Dammit her mind was cloudy, stupid alpha troubles. She was a hunter, she came from a strong line of hunters, the Argents were feared and envied. So why did she have to compete with a f*cking omega nobody.

“Allison dear there you are. Doctor Rivers said you are all done.” Scott’s mother nurse Mccall was watching her with an expression similar to Scott’s and it made the hunter not want meet those same damn brown eyes. “I have a prescription just as a precaution it’s an antibiotic ointment and instructions on when to return to remove those.”

“Yes. Thank you.” Allison tried to force a smile.

“My shift is over why don’t you come over to the house and I’ll make you something to eat. I heard from the doctor your dad is working late.” The beta placed a hand on her son’s soulmate’s shoulder. “If you’re worried about Scott he has lacrosse practice he’ll be out late. But you probably already knew that, since you both are connected at the hip.”

Allison bit her lip, “Not so much these days.”

“I know sweety, let's talk you and me, beta to beta.”

The girl allowed the calming kinscent of her mate to fill her lungs and she allowed the nurse to lead her out of the room. It wasn’t long before she was sitting in Scott’s small kitchen across from the beta nurse now dressed in a comfortable gray t-shirt and blue jeans her hair in a loose braid over her shoulder.

“Scott has been acting a little more snappish and I have a feeling it’s from being apart from your scent.”

Allison looked up over the glass of soda she suddenly decided she was thirsty for. “And seeing how you usually are in focus when training, you may be just a little off as well.”

“Anything you want to talk about?” Mrs. Mccall smiled leaning back in her chair, “I know he’s an alpha but if you need me to give him a shake-”

“No. It’s nothing. We are just going through a thing.” Allison really didn’t want to talk about that bitch Stiles.

“If you’re sure. That boy. I mean he has changed so much these last two years. He used to be such a sweet kid. Sometimes I think he forgets it’s not always about being an alpha. Here, finish up as revenge I’ll show you the embarrassing pictures.” Allison nodded unable to hold back a smile when it came to Scott’s mother.

Allison went to put her plate in the sink and washed their dishes ignoring Scott’s mom telling her to ignore that. The teen didn’t mind doing these types of normal things, Scott’s home felt warm and welcoming unlike the big empty two story she resided in with her barely there parents. Her cousins were the ones she trained with, and sometimes like tonight they were a little more intense than usual.

She made her way to the old floral print couch in the small livingroom, pausing at the pictures lining the walls and end tables. So many pictures of Scott at various ages, some even had a smiling young Stiles next to her mate. She then paused at the only picture of Melissa without Scott. It was definitely a younger Melissa, she had her head on another woman’s shoulder both were caught mid laugh, there was something about the dark haired woman next to Melissa, her whiskey colored eyes reminded the hunter of someone.

“Oh, that one is my favorite. It’s the last picture I took with Claudia, she was sick for some time and that was maybe the last good day she would have. Noah took it, he was a deputy then.”

There was a sadness in the nurse's eyes she patted the couch next to her and Allison took a seat, “We grew up together in the same orphanage. Then they housed us all together until you present, I presented at the same time as Claudia I was a beta she was an omega, thankfully they had crowding issues so we remained together until graduation. She was the only family I knew, she was a spitfire. Shy and smart until someone pushed her hard enough, I was the louder of the two of us. Look at this one. See there we are. She was so smart. You know the trees around the high school were approved through her pushing for funding. Her club was responsible for that, and she even managed to get the douchebag lacrosse captain and his goons to do all the planting. Serves them right they had played a prank that ended up killing the well cared for saplings.”

Allison glanced at the dark haired girl in overalls, she wore her hair in high ponytail and looked annoyed at some no doubt alpha jock in a letter jacket sitting next to her making a face he was sticking out his tongue as if to lick her face she just looked disgusted.

“Peter Hale. He was the captain of the lacrosse team and head goon, we were underclassmen and he was the alpha elite. Claudia wanted nothing to do with him. His sister Talia was just as bad, they came from this family that looked down on omegas and treated anyone not alpha like dirt under their feet. Claudia did manage to befriend Talia though, she helped run her class president campaign. That Peter harassed Clauds at every turn, it wasn’t until she ended up in the hospital with pneumonia that he stopped with the pranks. They were just friends, despite what everyone else tried to say. Rumors are ugly but she never let it bother her, she had plans. She was going to get out of this town and travel. I thought we both would, but she found her soulmate and I, I found Scott’s dad.”

Allison glanced at the next picture it was of the two pregnant women sleeping with their bellies touching, “That was the day I found out Scott’s dad had an omega on the side. It was also the day I found out that Claudia and I both were going to have boys. She was the only family I’ve ever known and she stayed with me through my pregnancy I even stayed with her and her husband until I was able to get on my feet. She was sick, pregnancy was hard and Noah thought having me around would help. And for the most part it seemed to. Look, here weren’t they adorable, they would cry when seperated so I would put Scott right next to Stiles and he would calm immediately. “ Allison couldn’t hold back a smile now, baby Scott with his curly dark locks was significantly larger than baby Stiles, they did look like brothers with similar coloring.

“Stiles was born early, for a little while there they didn’t think Claudia or he would make it. But he did and when he came home he was just so quiet compared to the unholy rukus that was Scott. And of course Claudia was a natural at the whole mother thing, why not she raised me.” Melissa ran a hand over the photo of the dark haired woman holding a tiny Stiles, even in the photo the woman with her glow of happiness looked pale and thin. Far from the photograph of her highschool years. The album moved along until Scott and Stiles were in middle school when the birthdays were no longer spent at parks or restaurants but in front of a television playing video games.

Allison realized something, since meeting Scott and becoming soulmates she had yet to meet Stiles officially. In fact the omega wasn’t even at any of the lacrosse games, if they were so close why wasn’t he tagging along to hang out at the diner or even part of their study group? When did Scott last text his supposed best friend? She was an idiot, did she just get jealous over a practical sibling? How would she react if Scotty didn’t want her to see any of her cousins, especially her training partner since kindergarten?

“It’s been quiet around here lately, with Scott playing sports and he’s never home. Stiles used to be a permanent fixture with his workaholic father. I heard he was in an accident but when I asked Scott about it he didn’t know anymore than me. I wonder if Noah is just not wanting Stiles to be around Scott since he’s presented as an alpha. “

“Yeah?” Allison felt sick, deciding that was the issue and maybe she should talk to Scott about some things, and glancing down at a picture of Scott his arm around a thirteen year old Stiles’ neck ruffling his hair, maybe she should apologize to the omega. How embarrassing? How could she have said those things? But even her cousin Jennifer had said some things how every knew that Scott and Stiles had a thing. Looking at these pictures she didn’t think so, but what happened to Stiles’ mother? As if to answer her question Melissa turned to an obituary written when Stiles would have been six or seven.

“She held on until the end but she was so sick she started to forget things, until she finally didn’t even recognize Stiles. The type of illness she had robbed her of so much, she was unrecognizable in the end. I usually spent the evenings with her made sure she didn’t hurt herself or Stiles and she took her medication while Noah was at work.”

Allison glanced down at the small boy with his mole dotted face his eyes held no light just quiet resignation even if he was smiling. What kind of life was it that Stiles had? Melissa had to be sure that the omega didn’t hurt her own pup?

“She would have hallucinations sometimes she thought Stiles was trying to kill her that he was a demon or-well it was heartbreaking. Noah was called in to work early and I let him know I was on my way, he had the neighbor lady an old alpha check in on Claudia. Claudia was sleeping and she was heavily medicated she usually would sleep until her next dosing. I don’t know what happened maybe she was so paranoid she pretended to take the pills or perhaps they just were ineffective. All I know is that Stiles called 911 fifteen minutes after his father left him the poor boy was the one to find his mother. She had hurt herself then tried to hurt him. “

“That’s awful.” Allison felt sick for Stiles, he must have been so afraid.

“The neighbor had checked in but by then it was too late. You know I’m telling you this in confidence. I just want you to understand Stiles a little, he is a bit awkward and quiet but he always means well. I know that you and Scott spend a lot of your time together but it would be nice if you all were good friends.”

Allison smiled and shook her head, Scott’s mom knew more than she let on, soulmates or not Melissa Mccall would always have the final say in any disagreement unlike Allison’s mother who always seemed to back down to Chris Argent the hunter’s father.

On cue Scott opened the front door, “I’m home! “

“Oh, there’s the son that can’t be bothered to text his own mother!” Melissa put the album on the table, Alisson’s eyes fell on the page remaining open. The picture of the two women laughing she stood up facing her boyfriend.

“Sorry mom, I lost my phone yesterday I think I left it in class or something. I’ll check in lost and found monday.”

“Good, those things don’t grow on trees.’ Scott nodded then his grin widened when he saw his girlfriend.

“Allison?”

“Hey Scotty, your mom brought me over to feed me something other than the gross cold leftovers in my fridge.”

“I’m starved! Are you staying?”

The girl smiled allowing her boyfriend and mate to embrace her, they had been fighting for a week.

“I just thought I would show Allison some embarrassing pictures of you and Stiles. “

“You guys were talking about Stiles?” Scott nervously looked between the two betas.

“Yes, Stiles, your best friend. You know the one you have yet to formally introduce me to.” Allison whispered low and Scott frowned.

“You know what mom, maybe I should see Allison home it’s late.”

Once the two were outside Allison turned on her alpha mate arms crossed despite the pain from her wound.

“Allison it’s good to see you. I wanted to apologize for being such an ass earlier but my phone-”

“It’s fine Scott, I’m over it. It wasn’t even you, it was me being crazy when I had no business being jealous. I just went a little overboard when you went from paying attention to me 100 percent to wanting to suddenly know the every move of some omega you have never even introduced me to. Now I realize it’s not my fault that I thought along those lines, but yours.”

“Mine? But I thought you just said-”

“I just said I was being a an insecure bitch, yes. But you, you Scott Mccall are something even worse. So my guess is you presented and suddenly didn’t have time for your best friend?”

“No, it wasn’t like that.” Scott winced she couldn’t feel the skip in his heart but she could sense the half truth in his face, and tone of voice. “Exactly.” He tried to amend.

“Scott Mccall, why have I never been introduced to Stiles? In fact I thought you weren’t even friends until my cousin of all people told me the two of you used to date in middle school. Which is obviously a lie because there’s no way anyone but me is stupid enough to date you.”

“Oh my god! Cora Hale knows, huh. That’ why she head butted you, she knows that you didn’t even visit Stiles in the hospital. Right? I heard that prick Jackson talking about how pathetic it was that Stiles’ own father didn’t show up after that group of idiots dropped Stiles off at the hospital. Or dumped depending on what version of the story you get.” Allison pinched the bridge of her nose shaking her head. “Stiles must hate me. He must really f*cking hate me. I need to apologize like right now! “

“He doesn’t hate you calm down. Please. And why would you need to apologize right this second. It’s late he’s probably finishing up his homework and making his dad’s lunch for tomorrow. I know for a fact he doesn’t hate you.”

“How do you know?” Allison had her hands on her hips waiting for an answer, scott wouldn’t meet her eyes.

“Know about his routine. I mean it never changes, the guy is pretty much-”

“No! Scott! How do you know he doesn’t hate me?”

“Oh.” The young alpha shrugged kicking the dirt around his shoes, “Because, he told me. Right after I went up to him in school. I heard he was out of the hospital from Boyd who had told me he was in the hospital so weird that they suddenly follow Stiles’ schedule. Anyway. I wanted to check on him, I mean he was an omega here we all guessed he would be a beta. He was angry because i didn’t visit him, he was fuming. He said he didn’t see us as friends. That i stopped talking to him over a year and a half ago, and the final straw of many in so many words was I didn’t even introduce my soulmate to him. Someone who had to be f*cking awesome because we were fated to each other. Then Derek Hale shows up. He’s been keeping me from talking to Stiles. I just wanted to apologize to him, He won't listen to me and that Bastard Hale-“

“I’ve heard you laugh at the jokes that group spewed. That’s why I was a little more confused when you started showing interest in Stiles f*cking Stilinski once Cora and Derek started sniffing around. And you’re calling Derek a bastard? “

“You don’t understand Allison it wasn’t exactly like that. We just grew apart after I presented we didn’t have anything in common and keeping him around only made him an easy target. For more teasing. He can’t play sports because he’s just sh*t at healing, and he’s sick all the time. Those guys I hang with don’t need to be reminded they are idiots that are being shown up by Stilinski. I tried defending him and it earned me the beat down of my life on the lacrosse field and in the lunchroom. I couldn’t protect him in middle school so I put distance and by the time I made it in highschool it was awkward between us. “

“You’re an idiot Scott Mccall and don’t walk me home. I don’t need the stink of your well intentions to smother my own scent.”

“Alli? I’ll call you later?” Scott sounded hopeful.

“With what phone!” Allison had to hold back from headbutting her own alpha.

“Allison, please you just don’t understand. That and I don’t trust Derek or Cora. “

“You’re right I don’t.” Allison sighed “I don’t understand you? Are you jealous-“

“Of HALE!? No! He’s Stiles’ soulmate. Besides that’s just gross, Stiles is like a brother to me.”

“What?” Allison froze in mid turn.

“Yeah. A brother.” Scott let out the breath he was holding, crossing his arms over his chest.

“No. Not that you idiot. Not that you’ve treated him much like a brother. But, are you sure about the whole soulmate thing?”

“Allison I saw their matching marks. And Derek didn’t hide it when he tried to warn me away from Stiles. ”

The hunter frowned, “What an asshole, he’s been messing around with Jenn, my cousin even told me-” The hunter made a grossed out face.

“Right! I know! And Stiles has these bruises everywhere. When I tried to talk to him he told me to mind my own business. I know I’ve been a sh*tty friend okay. But if this guy soulmate or not is hurting Stiles then I want to help. Right. It’s the least I can do.“

“I heard my father and mother talking, your friend Stiles is staying at the Hale house. My father said the Sheriff wasn’t happy about it. Now it makes sense. What if they are hurting him? I never thought of Derek being the type but he and his idiot pack seem to have it out for the guy. Maybe he’s mad about the whole soulmates thing. “

“Let’s go over to the Hale house. If we text him he’ll most likely not answer.” Allison sighed, “My car is at the house walk me there. We can check for ourselves and if something is going on if the Sheriff wont do anything I’ll talk to my parents. They know people on the council, if there's one thing the Hales don’t like is a smudged reputation.”

Scott nodded and Allison sighed irritably, “Anyway I thought you would be going to that idiot’s party. Everyone seemed excited to head over to the guys house.”

“Yeah, well I hate basketball and he doesn’t even go to our school. He’s part of some pack outside this territory. I think that was the big deal about him. Wasn’t Jennifer going?”

Allison nodded, “Yeah, she wanted me to invite you but I wasn't in the mood to party.”

~0~

Stiles waited for the douchebag Dr. Hale to leave the room before he locked the door and shoved a blanket under the bottom to lock out any alpha scent that would try to get in. His heart was pounding, anger fueled his next actions. He texted Scott first glancing at the message, then he made his way to the balcony window and pushed it open. He wasn’t the most athletic but he could try this. He had to, staying wasn’t an option they were going to make him bond with Derek. Usually if soulmates were still in highschool they at least waited until after graduation. He could run away, but for how long could he go without the feel of a pull on the incomplete bond?

His mind was running a mile a minute, the Doctor had checked him over and even advised him that the Hales would want as many pups as possible out of him. The omega almost regretted turning Cora’s offer down. He wasn’t ready for a complete bond, he didn’t believe it at first but the Doctor explained the perks. Apparently the Sheriff’s office was going to receive a hefty donation which meant more officers and higher wages.

On top of that Derek wasn’t happy he was purposely leaving the house to meet with his grandmother the only one crazy enough to defy Talia. Cora was so upset she left as well, and And Dr. Douchebag was sure to tell Stiles it was all his fault, the omega wasn’t even aware of the turmoil going on around him. He almost didn’t believe it but his fears were confirmed when his father had someone drop off a bag of Stiles’ things. Now his father was pounding on the door after Stiles tried to call him only to be sent to voicemail.

“I have nothing to say to you! GO AWAY! Your actions spell out what you want! I hope you’re happy selling me to the Hales! I hate you! “ Stiles threw over his shoulder zipping up his red hoodie he climbed onto the stone railing of the balcony, the surface was curved and he held his breath trying to balance himself. He ignored the rattling on the door and his father’s frustrated voice.

Grateful that it wasn’t windy or even breezy he took a deep breath crouching down he jumped for the lowest branch his hands sliding down the smaller branches and twigs cutting into his palms, but he managed to dangle from a stronger limb. He held his breath pulling himself up swinging his thin leg over the creaking and groaning wood. He prayed that it not break and waited for the seesaw to still before scooting back slowly until he was cradled in the heart of the tree standing against some of the twisted thick branches.

“Stiles. Don’t be angry but I need you to stay here longer. The doctor suggested it, it’s better for you-Stiles? STILES OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!”

Stiles didn’t want to hear it anymore, he just wanted out he needed to get away from this place. The tree scratched at his hands but he made it down the thick bark scratching and peeling his skin. He jumped the last four feet hitting the soft grass below. Then it was a quick jog to the road and into the dark woods that line the driveway. He stayed out of sight managing to reach the waiting car, he silently promised he would text Cora once he found a place to stay. He just couldn’t be in that house anymore, one more rejection and he felt as if he would break.

Thankfully the car waiting was on cue and he didn’t have to wait in the dark alone. His heart was pounding hard in his chest, he walked to the passenger side except it wasn’t Scott waiting for him in the unfamiliar car or in the driver seat, it was Jennifer, “Hey there cutie! “

“Where’s Scott?” Stiles was panting from the run he just complete, man was he out of shape. The blond smiled from her driver’s seat, the cherry red kia soul.

“He’s at the party silly, waiting for you. He thought I would look less suspicious if I came in with you and we met them there.” Stiles was apprehensive and his hesitation seemed to irritate the blond wearing a low cut red spaghetti strap dress. “What happened to people trusting one another.” She smiled and that’s all Stiles would remember, unaware that someone had come from behind placing a rag over his mouth and nose he fought it at first before his body went lax.

“Get him in! Quick! “ Jennifer huffed at the two beta males, the red head wearing the letter jacket of a rival school started to lift the unconscious omega in the direction of the trunk the blond smacked the side of her car with an open fist. “Idiots! The back seat! We have to make it look like he came to the party willingly, the alcohol poisoning needs to be accidently or the Hale pack will be suspicious.”

The two males grunted irritable and did just as the demanding human instructed. The blond of the two took a deep breath, “He smells nice. Once you get clear of the heavy alpha scent.”

“Keep it in your pants idiots and buckle him in. You’ll have your play time once we get to the party. It’s important that you’re seen with him and that sh*t will wear off soon enough. Just follow the plan he needs to drink the poison, if they notice any suspicious marks besides the ones you two will leave they’ll ask questions. So be sure to leave marks everywhere, no defensive marks if you catch my drift.” She giggled, “Granny wanted Omega boy’s daddy to be heartbroken. And it will show that the current alpha of the pack can’t even protect the vulnerable. “

“Alright. We f*cking got it. Just drive.” The redhead removed his own Talon High letter jacket, his pack alpha wanted this done and he had no objections, besides being with an omega was supposed to be fun even if he wasn’t in heat. This one looked cute enough a little thin but that unmarked neck was begging to be bitten.

~0~

Isaac was hating the crowd of people, why did Jackson even talk him into this party it wasn’t that great. Theo’s parties were always better, besides he hardly knew anyone here, this was a rival school territory after all. His anxiety was starting trigger and he refused to drink to make it better, that wasn’t a road he wanted to ever go down. He took the handkerchief from his back pocket still wondering just who it belonged to. Taking a deep breath the scent calmed him again, it smelled familiar like oil from a car most likely what the person used to wipe their hands with when working on their car. And something else, like sunflowers and apples, he blushed putting the red handkerchief away. Was this person single? Did he know them or pass them in class? Why did they help him and leave so quickly?

He glanced over at Boyd and Erica making out on the couch in the large sitting room, every piece of furniture was occupied by many party goers the music wasn’t something he would normally listen to and the dim lights were cliche. He made his way out of the kitchen looking for a less crowded area coming up short near the banister leading upstairs, someone had left the windows open he could feel a cold breeze.

Isaac started to head for the door when a familiar scent caught him off guard, he heard someone cursing and then unsteady feet making their way down the stairs. Probably some drunk, Isaac could still smell the scent of apples and sunflowers, it was stronger mixed with anxiety. Isaac had put his red solo cup of water on the table next to him and glanced up the spiral staircase curiously his right foot perched to move forward.

“Hey there cute stuff.” A blond haired beta draped his arm around Isaac drawing his attention away from a redhead holding a hand to his bleeding arm.

“What you drinking?” The beta sniffed and Isaac froze the other boy wore a black and red Talon highschool letter jacket.

“Not interested.” Isaac growled moving to pick up his solo cup sipping it slowly pushing the unwelcome weight from him. He detested being touched and he flashed his eyes when the stranger had dared graze the back of his neck. It was an odd sensation that took over the young curly haired blond, he felt a little fuzzy at first and panic started to raise in him just like bile. Then the arm was back around him but it was low on his waist. “You are too pretty to be on your own. Slow there, don’t panic you’ll be feeling great in a little bit. “

“Hey! Tony! You f*cking idiot stop messing around! We have a job-”

“That omega isn’t my type besides I like them a little more docile. “ The blond pulled Isaac up the stairs, the younger werewolf’s head lulled back and his legs were dragging.

“ You’ll be just fine.” Isaac whimpered trying to pull away from the hands manhandling him up the steps towards a darkened room. Fear shot through him, he desperately wanted to move, needed to yell out for Erica and Boyd. His phone was in his back pocket if his hands weren’t so clumsy or mouth numb he could call Jackson but his hands were heavy and his tongue was too sluggish in his mouth. People smiled at him and the blond as they made their way up the stairs.

“My poor boyfriend had too much to drink such a lightweight.” The jock obviously a star on his lacrosse team and basketball team from the congradulatory conversations and greetings from fellow jocks. Other couples kissing on the stairs shot Isaac looks of concern, and words of praise to the beta Tony, for being such a good boyfriend.

Isaac felt himself being lifted easily, “So light, this is almost cruel.” Tony licked the shell of Isaac’s ear.

Isaac closed his eyes wishing for this to be a nightmare, praying for his adopted brother and best friend to wake him up like he always did. But this wasn’t a dream, no one was going to save him Jackson was too far away to be of any help in this situation he was probably too wrapped up in Lydia. Isaac new he got in the way of that but he didn’t have anyone Jackson’s family was all he had, and Isaac feared he would be an independent werewolf without a pack because who would want an anxiety ridden loser like himself.

“Sssh.” The stranger was touching him and Isaac recoiled inwardly, he was pushed onto a bed and a heavy body laying over him, unfastening his belt licking and nipping at his exposed neck.

~0~

Stiles fumed the door was locked these jerks locked him in. Who the f*ck were they? His heart pounded, he wiped at his mouth licking his hoodie trying to get the taste of blood out of his mouth. He bit that idiot hard enough to make him get off and run for help, good! Jennifer was the worst of them, she had thought he was still sleeping when she was telling that idiot George, what to put in the drink, the same one he had knocked out of the red heads hand before biting down on a forearm until blood was drawn.

They weren’t supposed to leave any bruises so he avoided the well deserved smack, or punch to the face for not being submissive. The redhead said that Derek’s family thought Stiles was unworthy and this was why he was here. They lured him out, and Jennifer was trying to help Derek and Scott out. The two alphas were tired of dealing with a clingy weakling. Jokes on her though, Stiles hated them both, not really but they didn’t even like him. Now he was in a room waiting for them to come back but he wasn’t going to wait. No, he was tired of this, he wasn’t a damsel!

He couldn’t rely on his own father to save him, the man hated him. Scott didn’t even answer the call Stiles had made because those idiots were too dumb to take his phone. He didn’t have Derek’s number but if Jennifer had been telling the truth Derek wouldn’t come. It was obviously a trick this whole time, why did they have to mess with him like that? They could just hit him, but they had to pretend to be his friend. And like a fool he was so hungry for any nice words, maybe Cora could help. He shakily sent a text, hands refusing to be still. He didn’t know where he was and glanced at another balcony window he could do this he would climb out maybe down or to the next room.

He pulled himself up onto the balcony five stories up, that’s fine that drop wouldn’t kill him right? These old houses and their stupid smooth stone pillars, wouldn’t a trellis or something for a climbing ivy to latch onto be more romantic! The large oak was too far from his reach, but there was a balcony just a jump away maybe. He steadied himself hearing the door opening, he thought he heard his name and just closed his eyes and jumped anyway.

His hands caught the balcony and it hurt, nothing like the action movies the jolt of holding his body weight made him curse never building upper body strength. He pulled himself up slowly despite his quivering forearms. Damn he was really out of shape! He quickly scrambled over the side of the stone surface laying flat on the neighboring balcony taking in deep breaths. “I don't see the little sh*t! He probably climbed down the tree like a goddamn spiderman! “ Greg snarled.

“Well go find the little bitch before he gets us both in trouble.”

He took a deep breath hating how his arm ached and his ribs, why was he so pathetic? Well it wouldn’t matter not today. He could see the light switch on in the room next door still remain on, he needed to get off the balcony. So he pushed the half open window open and hoped he wasn’t intruding into the dimly lit room.

He heard a muffled “Get off! Stop!”

“Oh, don’t fight it sweety you’re as weak as a kitten. This stuff is pretty strong. You’re no match.”

Stiles’ eyes adjusted to the dark, he could taste the anxiety and aggression in the air and it made him physically ill. This fueled his anger, that was it! He was tired of being afraid, tired of being treated like less like he would never matter. Fine Derek hated him so did the whole family but Cora and Brandon were nice to him. He believed them. Now this jerk was trying to take advantage of someone else obviously drugged like they had wanted to drug Stiles. With creeper hands and slobbering tongues. Biting teeth and forceful pheromones. f*ck this asshole!

He glanced around the room and found just the weapon, a crosse was hanging on a wall and Stiles grabbed for it bringing it down hard across the assailants back. The douchebag was holding someone’s wrists above their head with one hand the other hand tugging on jeans.

“He said no! And NO MEANS NO! YOU f*ckING ASSHOLE!” The omega punctuating ever word with a hard hit. And he kept hitting the surprised beta until the jock wasn’t moving even after the crosse broke. Stiles was heaving his chest hurting, his body sore he clutched the broken stick to him like a lifeline before pushing the douchebag off whomever was lying under the beta.

He almost forgot someone else was hurt, he tossed the stick away “Are you okay? No don’t answer that of course you’re not okay! Stupid question Stiles.” The boy wasn’t responding and Stiles was helping him sit up fixing the drugged boy’s shirt and absentmindedly buttoning his pants, “I’m, I’m so sorry he landed on you!” Stiles’ hands were shaking as was his voice, “Let’s uh get you out of here. It’s not safe. You uh, you lost a shoe.” Stiles found it cautiously eyeing the groaning beta laying on the floor. The omega didn’t look at the half conscious teen he just saved, he was running on adrenaline alone and if he stopped talking or moving the omega feared everything in him would break. He needed to be strong, he could for once do this, he could be strong and less pathetic.

“Stiles?” Someone half whispered half sobbed.

“Yes. That’s me-oh my god Isaac?” Stiles was tying the other boy’s shoe he was on his feet helping the other teen stand. “We have to get out of here. And now. Why are you alone? Where’s Jackson that jerk is always with you! It doesn't matter, I’m sorry. It’s not your fault let’s let’s just go. I’ll get you out of here.” Stiles felt his phone buzz he read an incoming call from Sourwolf and almost hit himself in the head for not remembering that he did have Derek’s number.

“Stiles! Are you f*cking crazy! You almost f*cking fell!”

“What?” Stiles glanced at his phone still managing to hold a teetering Isaac the two almost fell over. The confused Omega made sure he was talking to Derek, why was he yelling? How did he even see that?

“Stiles!” Derek sounded frantic.

“Yeah, I-can’t talk right now Derek. I’m actually in the middle of a crisis thanks-”

“I know you dumbass, I saw you climb into a room, I’m coming for you stay put.” The alpha growled.

Isaac whimpered as the growling beta was starting to come around, Stiles could hear yelling from the room next door.

“That’s not possible Derek. I’m in a little trouble.” He was nervously watching the beta start to sit up he pulled Isaac to the door. “Not that you care. You asshole why do you act like you care? Jennifer told me everything. Just leave me the f*ck alone. Stop-”

Isaac was pulled back out of Stiles’ hold, “You little bitch, I might not be able to hit the omega-”

Stiles fell back and the beta was on top of Isaac fist raised Stiles tackled the bigger werewolf knocking him off of the blond.

“There he is. Tony just grab him quit f*cking around in here. Leave the beta.” Jennifer ordered holding something in her hand. “Come on people are starting to hear the commotion. Let’s take it outside. We can hit the back stairs!”

“Stop!” Isaac growled drunkenly trying to sit up, Stiles was backed into the corner he was keeping Isaac behind him.

“Oh, Stiles look you finally made a real friend.” Jennifer frowned, “Too bad. He’s seen us too. Grab him.” The blond ordered, Stiles dove for the broken lacrosse stick hands shaking.

“No! Leave him out of it.” Isaac was standing now, the drug thankfully starting to wear off he shook his head trying to focus. Stiles was still standing in front of him, Jennifer heard something downstairs.

She swore under her breath, “This isn’t over Stilinski! You have made some powerful enemies. “ Jennifer sneered then at Isaac, “And you watch your back orphan. “ The two betas frowned as she backed out of the room, “Do whatever. Make it so they can’t talk.” She smirked.

The two betas were excited to have the go ahead that they didn’t think more into their ring leader’s disappearance.

One beta launched himself at Stiles the other waited for the omega to swing the broken stick at his attacker only to be knocked off his feet by the red headed beta.

“Gotcha you little douchebag.”

The only relief Stiles had was the fact that every punch he was about to feel would be felt by Derek. However he wasn’t punched the barrage never came, he heard several growls. Isaac was attempting to stand and fell to his knees, Stiles helped him up flinching when he heard another deep snarl.

It was Jackson, but the snarl wasn’t targeted at Stiles instead all that rage was aimed at the blond beta that was trying to fight Derek who had the red head pinned.

“Stiles! Isaac?” Erica and Boyd were in the doorway.

“Get them out of here.” Derek was beta phased his eyes red and claws out.

“Sure thing boss.” Erica made a grabb for Stiles but both Isaac and Stiles flinched. She frowned taking in the disheveled and bruised Isaac.

“Isaac?” Boyd stepped closer hands out, “Now you can calm down, no one's here to hurt you.”

“They drugged him.” Stiles glared at the two betas, then Jackson took one look at his adopted brother and was unable to hold back his beta phase without his usual anchor.

Stiles felt Erica pull him and Isaac out of the room, Lydia was at the bottom of the stairs running up when she heard the savage growl from her mate.

Once outside Stiles heard Boyd’s frantic words, “Isaac? Look at me-”

Stiles took in deep breaths pulling out of Erica’s not surprising hold on his arm, the omega pulled Isaac into a tight hold. “Easy there Isaac.” He put an arms around the other boy’s waist surprised when the blond instinctively turned into Stiles’ neck taking deep breaths relaxing under the calming words and scent of his once enemy.

“You’re safe, just deep breaths.” Stiles was so preoccupied with calming the blond teen he wasn’t aware of an audience or the awaiting cars that had pulled up around him on the lawn.

The other drunk party goers ignored them sticking close to the house and the pool in the back. Stiles could feel the tension starting to melt in Isaac, “It’s okay, they can’t hurt you. They’re gone. You aren’t alone. Not alone.”

Derek shut his trunk then approached Stiles and Isaac causing the omega to hiss protectively he teetered dangerously under the weight of the taller beta.

“Stiles, you’re safe.” Derek neared but the dark haired omega shook his head.

“I’m not going back there, I don’t want to go anywhere near that house or your family.”

“Stiles?” Derek “You’re in shock.”

“Stop Derek he said he wasn’t going back! I’ll take him to my house.” Scott was panting, as if he had been running a marathon. Stiles jumped hearing his friends sudden growl from behind him, they were on the lawn and Derek’s camaro, as well as Jackson’s charger were on both sides of the group. He could hear pounding on the trunk and Stiles felt sick, he glanced at Derek fearfully was he going to be put in the trunk too.

“f*ck off Derek!” Jackson surprised everyone stepping closer to the two, the alpha sensed Isaac’s distress and it was causing his eyes to flash and nails to stay curled into claws. “Scott you can’t protect yourself let alone a weakling like Stiles.”

“What?” Scott growled, “You have to be f*cking kidding me! I was looking for him with Allison! We ran into a group of rival lacrosse players that was my hold up! You guys just left us to fend for ourselves when you saw the whole balcony stunt, which Stiles, by the way! Stupid move! You have zero athletic ability! And upper body strength! You almost fell! I thought my heart was going to explode out of my chest!”

“Stiles.” Allison started forward hand out, her clothes were disheveled and her arm as bleeding. “Just calm down. I know you are a little nervous.”

“Nervous!” Stiles allowed Jackson to pull Isaac away so he wasn’t further upset by the anxiety in the air. Stiles felt cornered. “You don’t know the half of it! Jennifer told me everything! Everything! How Allison hates me, how she gave your phone to Jennifer so it could lure me out of the f*cking Hale house, which jokes on you it wouldn’t have taken much! She let me know what you really thought Scotty so f*ck off. I figured most of it out on my own. They were going to drug me. Poor Isaac-they tried to ra-they attacked him similarly. If that’s the lengths your family will go to then, please. Derek just stop already. I get it. The doctor let me know what my sick role is in this whole soulmate thing and dude, no. I’m not going back to that house. Jennifer let me know just how unnecessary I am. It’s so confusing. I don’t know who to believe. My dad is dead to me-I’ll take Cora up on her offer-”

“The hell you will!” Derek snarl was deep and his eyes flashed he took a threatening step forward causing an already unsteady Stiles fall to his knees, only to be caught by Erica, Boyd growled at Scott when the alpha tried to catch Stiles first. And Jackson Whittemore resident douchebag blocked Derek Hale from getting any closer.

“He said to f*ck off.” Jackson growled flashing his eyes, his face still bleeding from where the beta blond had cut him under his eye during their fight.

“Move out of my way Whittemore you don’t want to challenge me, you have your own soulmate and Stiles is mine.”

Erica and Boyd gasped audibly, Lydia held onto Isaac and they both made a face, Jackson still didn’t move.

“What?” Lydia snapped. “Your what!” She glared with her arms crossing over her chest, Isaac was standing on his own squinting against the bright moonlight. The cars were not running but the sound of his attackers beating against the trunk of Derek’s camaro were giving him a headache. He wanted to sink into the calming scent the omega had offered, a sinking feeling of guilt sat like a rock in his stomach. He owed Stiles for helping him not once but twice and all he had ever been was cruel to the other boy. Lydia had taken a dangerous step towards Derek Isaac knew that stance, the banshee wanted to slap the alpha.

“My soulmate so give him back. Or it’s not going to be pretty.” Derek directed his statement at Jackson ignoring Lydia’s threatening posture.

Stiles felt Erica’s hold loosen, this was a dream it had to be, either that or he was actually high on something. Because Jackson f*cking Whittemore would never defend Stiles he could see the focus on what was about to be a fight, again this had to be a nightmare/dream or some twisted hallucination.

“As it seems no one is going anywhere with our dear Stiles.” Jennifer smirked stepping out into the moonlight, she held a wolfsbane coated knife to a frozen Isaac.

Jackson turned on the blond and three unfamiliar teenage beta humans standing near her, they had a familiar scent and Allison gasped. “Come along Allison you too. You can’t chose wolves over family. It never works that way.”

Allison felt all eyes on her, a look of betrayal in her friend’s faces, she glanced at Scott he didn’t give anything away.

“Stiles I won't say it again, come here dear take Isaays place. Or I’ll do what his daddy should have done long ago.”

Isaac was pale even in the moonlight and Stiles felt his anxiety and fear. He smiled encouragingly, “It’s alright.” He moved forward but Derek made to grab his arm.

“No!” Stiles hissed, “I will do this. It’s alright. At least this is my choice. I finally get a choice in something.”

Jackson was growling, “I’ll kill you all.” He warned looking from Allison to Jennifer.

“You wolves always say the same thing, and we hunters are still the last ones standing. Come on Stiles.”

Stiles moved towards the two slowly, his hands up he took a deep breath and put his hand on Isaac’s trembling shoulder. “Alright, don’t hurt him. I’ll do whatever you want. Just, don’t-”

Derek stood helpless as the world seemed to explode around him, Allison threw something at her cousin distracting her to dodge the throwing star, giving Stiles enough of an opening to duck but instead he pulled Isaac behind him away from the slashing motion of a deadly blade.

The sound of police cars made the betas helping Jennifer decide the fight sure wasn’t worth it. Derek had easily thrown two of these weaklings over his shoulder in a rush to get to Stiles when he froze, feeling the sharp edge of a blade sink into his side he nearly fell to his knees hands moving shakily to wear the blade should be protruding.

Instead there wasn’t anything, there wasn’t blood there wasn’t the hilt of a wolfsbane dagger lodge deep in his lungs. Nothing, but pain that slowly ebbed into nothing, it was gone as soon as it was there.

“Stiles! Sweetie?” Erica’s frantic voice broke through Derek’s confusion and shock.

Stiles wasn’t anywhere in his line of sight, tasting the air he could smell him, his eyes searched the faces standing in shock no one moved they all faced the same direction near the left tire of Jackson’s car. The enemy forgotten, Derek’s anger and pain diminished, the smell of copper heavy in the air.

“Oops.” Stiles groaned leaning against the charger, “Scott?” Stiles looked over to his friend who just stood there eyes wide. “I-” the omega faltered looking at the faces of his bullies, it was almost comedic how they were just staring unlike before, just a few weeks ago they had looked at him differently.

How shakespearean, he thought. Where was the glaring hatred and disdain, what was this look they had even Scott’s face was different? Was he mad? Cora would be sad probably and Brandon, but no one else. This really hurt and it sucked like not mentally so much, but damn physically being stabbed really sucked and he felt as if he was drowning.

Why was it hard to breath, deep breaths were a struggle. He pulled the knife out, it was really f*cking big, and covered in red, the smell made the bile rise in his throat, the tightening of his stomach only caused a firey pain in his belly. His eyes focused on the blade with morbid fascination, how did that go in so far without killing him? Oh, never mind.

He smiled seeing how the hand that shot out to steady him only left a streak of blood down the side of Jackson Whittemore’s beautiful charger. Someone caught him before he hit the grass that was nice of them seeing how he was dying. So this was dying, dying really hurt.

He managed a gargled groan, feeling like a fish out of water. His hand was so wet and sticky, there was no stopping this blood, he was so cold. Stiles was freezing. Where was his hoodie had he lost it somewhere? Damn that was his favorite item of clothing. “My hoodie?” he rasped.

Lydia was holding it with tears in her eyes, Stiles blinked slowly “Ggood.” He stammered “iss not cut.” he coughed tasting metal in his mouth, salty pennies. Like that one time Scott dared him to swallow one just to see if it really did come out whole.

“Just like mommy! Sent to the grave by an Argent!” Jennifer grunted from under her cousin’s knee in her mid back. “In my defense I was going for little orphan boy. That crazy little f*cking omega stepped into my knife. It is whatever. Allison your dear old dad won't be able to protect you from this one.”

People were talking and yelling he whimpered when someone was rough, he remembered being pulled from his jeep. Did he get into another car accident, someone was yelling his name, how odd. They sounded frantic, he couldn’t see, maybe someone should turn the lights on. He felt a tug on something that ran straight to his heart, he touched it knowing instinctively that even in the dark it was bright red someone kept pulling on it as if they wanted to rip it from the very center of him, silly them because he tugged back in irritation.

Derek held the bleeding omega the whiskey colored eyes shadowed by the blue and red lights flashing over the alphas shoulder. Scott was on his knees unable to move his hands hovered over the pale figure, whose mouth was stained red from blood. Scott removed his gray t-shirt pressing it to Stiles’ side. Derek was holding the omega close, words streaming out of his mouth demanding the omega to hold on to not give up. The alpha felt as if his own life's force was spilling out through a whole deep in his chest, he was losing somethinga dear to him and he was frozen with fear unable to do anything.

“We have to get him to the hospital!” Jackson snapped flashing his eyes a command in his voice, this was just what Derek needed to pull him out of whatever daze he was sinking into.

“Does it hurt?” Stiles whispered with a weak grin, the dark haired alpha nodded and the omega blinked slowly eyes unfocused. “Good. You deser-”

“Stiles. Man. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I should have-”Scott was pressing hard causing Derek to growl and Stiles to wimper trying to curl away from the pressure.

“Don’t touch me-hurts” he coughed and the taste of more pennies filled his mouth.

“Son! Oh god! What the hell happened!” The Sheriff slid to his knees next to the two alpha's holding an all too familiar limp figure, “We have to get him to the hospital! Stiles! Hang in there! Give him to me!" The Sheriff was ignored and Derek was on his feet.

“My car’s faster!” Derek growled as if it had been Scott talking and not the Sheriff, "but I can’t drive!”

“I’ll drive.” Jackson grabbed the keys tossed his way covered in blood he didn’t make a face. He owed the omega that saved his brother twice.

“I want an explanation!” The Sheriff snarled but the teens ignored him, Lydia shakily caught the Sheriff’s attention directing him to the girl that was currently struggling under Allison’s hold.

“Meet us at the hospital Sheriff! We can’t wait for a damn ambulance.” Jackson yelled as he opened the door for Derek to get into the back seat and the alpha climbed into the driver’s seat peeling out without question a police escort took off to lead the way.

Chapter 9: carry you

Chapter Text

Stiles watched the world go on around him in a series of confusingly long blinks, he could hear Scott somewhere off in the darkness he was sitting in. Actually he could hear several voices, more muffled and harder to identify.

He instead tried to cling to the cruel words whispered into his ear by Jennifer. How could anyone think someone so cruel could ever be beautiful. Right. Derek. That was his type, tall leggy curved blonds?

His eyes were wide but it was dark, or were they closed and it was dark. Jennifer had been so close, her minty breath assaulting his already shocked scenes. She did after all Stab him and with a wolfsbane coated metal. What a bitch really, what had Isaac ever done to anyone of them? Jennifer was a f*cking popular princess, she ran in his same circle but she was so cruel.

I guess when you ran with sharks just a little blood in the water and they didn’t care who you were. Well that’s not Stiles Stilinski’s style, bro. Nope not at all. So sure this hurt, actually it hurt a lot, and he was pretty sure he wasn’t standing anymore. Gladly he didn’t feel himself hit the ground. Pretty sure that would have hurt a lot more. Why was time so slowed down right now? Was Isaac okay? Where was he? Did everyone run away.

Come to think of it, wasn’t Jennifer Allison’s cousin? So did they plan this together? Maybe Scott did hate him, and Allison would always come first. Must be nice to have a soulmate that loved you and wanted you.

He heard his name now, a growl, someone was holding him right? Yelling for him to open his eyes. Oh, sure. He blinked, why were his lids feeling so heavy, he wanted to just sleep, even if somewhere deep in his useless information files told him this was a bad idea.

A hand was touching his face, warm, it was warm and smelled like a run in the woods right at dawn, fresh cut grass and leather. So nice. He wanted to curl into it and fall asleep, but instead Mr. Goodscent was ordering him to stay awake. Fine. Just don’t go anywhere with that nice warmth. Stiles had been cold so cold after his mother died, he missed her so much. Maybe if this is the end he could see her. That would be nice, no one would miss him, and then he blinked slowly.

Back to sitting in the dark, a glance around and It wasn’t anywhere he was familiar with. Oddly he didn’t feel frightened or cold. Just dark, his eyes strained against the darkness the only light was the dimly illuminated strings of various sizes and colors trailing out of his chest. As if they sprouted from his heart and grew through the red hoodie he was still wearing. He remembered this from Deaton’s drills but where did all these come from?

Was he sitting or standing? The sound of his breathing was louder here, as if someone was covering his ears or he was underwater. Stiles stilled, the only sound now was of his unsteady heartbeat. Why was it slowing? He wanted to move, but the darkness felt so cold and deep, maybe he was drowning.

“Scott!” he yelled standing up the omega gasped there was no scent in the odorless air, not even his own, why were things so muted here? This wasn’t water, water was wet, sinking and heavy. This darkness was crowding and suffocating, he clung to the distant call. It was Scott his voice far off, maybe across a muddy field, between them. Frantic. There were other voices but his was the clearest, like the time they had gone on that camping trip with their troop in third grade. Stiles hated it but his dad thought it would help him make more friends and build muscle. Except the other kids were at this age already grouped up in their little clicks and Stiles was with Scott.

That was alright, because they were brothers. However the other kids thought it would be fun to steal their compass so during the scavenger hunt they got lost. And spent a night lost at the edge of the preserve. Stiles huddled next to his bigger friend promising the scared friend they would be found in the morning. Scott had been terrified and cried, Stiles had hugged him close before making a small fire. And to this day that was still their secret. He instead told Melissa that Scott kept him from freezing and they built a small fire. Scott took the hug from Stiles’ dad and Stiles told his father he had lost the compass knowing that outting the others would just earn the two a beat down.

“Oh Stiles. What am I going to do with you. You are so lucky you had Scott with you.” Stiles nodded not meeting anyones eyes. Not even Scott’s, was Stiles lost again in a forest, this time alone without Scott. Or worse was Scott lost out there in the dark? He didn’t do well on his own, he was the type that needed reassurance.

And then there was a tug, Stiles felt it. There was a string it was bright yellow with a thin graceful silver one curling and intertwining with it. Silver like the tip of a hunter’s arrow. His mind flashed the idea of a silver blade, but just as quickly the image disappeared.

The yellow string was persistent, tightening and loosening at the sametime. It was wrapping like a python around his upper chest and tangled around his legs. It was amusingly clingy and warm, even if Stiles wanted to detangle himself from it would hurt too much. However, he did manage to get one leg free, this string was thinned and slightly frayed but it was older than some of the ones he had, not that he had so many.

“Stiles!” Scott yelled and the string was growing tighter it wasn’t uncomfortable instead it made Stiles feel less adrift. His lips curled into a half smile as fingertips gently moved along the vibrating string the sounds of childhood laughter and rainy days locked inside reading or playing video games echoed in the less frightening dark.

Stiles wondered about the other oddly formed cords, strings, and wires twisting from the center of him. A new one did manage to spring up from nowhere, it was a deep blue. Curiously this process didn’t hurt, it felt more like a burst of sunlight running right through his shivering body.

Stiles reached out to touch it as it wasn’t slack like some of the others. This pulled taught and straight, he imagined at the other end someone was holding on as if it were a lifeline. It called to Stiles’ natural instinct to protect and he placed a consoling hand over it. There was anxiety there, fear and guilt but Stiles wanted to reassure that everything was alright.

He glanced around feeling the dark starting to push back at the lights growing brighter around him. The slight omega gasped feeling a suffocating hold on his throat, his lungs. Was he underwater?

Then Stiles blinks and he’s in the back seat of a car? The smell of copper is overwhelming, someone is holding him down and pressing into him. Why are they hurting him? So much pain,, and he wanted to hold it in. Why was he holding the pain in again? At the same time the pain seems to explode into existence almost overwhelmingly tangible, it starts to ebb. He speaks without forming words, and wonders how it is his mind can’t hold to any tangible thought other than,

“No! It hurts. Stop hurting me! Why are you doing this? I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” To his surprise someone is answering back, holding him tight, trying to redirect his runaway train of a mind.

“Sssh, you’ll be okay. It’s fine, I’ll take the pain. I’ll take it. Hold still. Trust me. Oh, god Stiles please just don’t die.” The deep familiar voice whispered frantically into his ear. “You’ll be alright Stiles, stay awake. Please, please stay awake! Don’t leave me. Don’t leave.”

Stiles remembers the blue string, “Isaac?” his voice sounds garbled and foreign. He remembered the knife how Isaac was standing in the path of it, that bitch aiming for the still unsteady beta. Cruelty in her words, rage in her scent. Stiles had meant to pull Isaac away, his anxiety and confusion propelling the omega’s instincts. Instead he had pushed Isaac out of the way and Stiles had stepped into it, that was his choice, Stiles wasn’t afraid anymore. He felt that for the first time maybe he and Isaac were similar maybe that wishful thinking. Still it wasn’t like he deserved to die, not here at some f*cking lame ass party. And Stiles felt smug knowing he took that away from Jennifer.

“Isaac hes alright Stiles, he’s alright. He’s not hurt.” Jackson glanced up at the rearview mirror taking in the scene, he could smell the blood and even in the dark of the car he could Stiles looked like a ghost. “You saved him, you crazy little bastard! You saved him.” He encouraged.

“Derek?” Stiles feels clumsy and sluggish, why is everything so heavy, is he talking? Did he speak, where was the pain? “My hoodie?” he whines suddenly worried he ruined his favorite comfort blanket. It was a gift from Scott on Stiles’ thirteenth birthday before they stopped talking normally.

“Don’t fall asleep, stay here stay with me. I’ll keep the pain, I promise, oh god. I promise. I have your hoodie, I’ll buy you a hundred of them if you just hang on and stay awake, stay awake!”

Stiles blinked again and he was in that room but the only darkness was in front of him where the strings seemed to lead away from him in the direction of some vast nothing.

He touched another new bond string it wasn’t familiar and it was thin more like a bit of black and gray yarn less like the silk ribbon that made up a red one, or the cords holding the yellow and blue. This one wasn’t as taught and strained as the red or frantic and clingy as the yellow and definitely wasn’t anxious and tight like the blue. Stiles ran a finger over the thin thread it jerked and pulled away slightly from his touch as if it were alive, as if his touch wasn’t all together welcome.

Another blink and the one that reminded him of his father was pulling like a brown wire sparking with anxiety and desperation. He was pulling Stiles and the omega didn’t fight the anchoring feeling even if it was dimmer than the others.

He touched the red ribbon, when had it changed? The ribbon was pulsating with light, flickering, the omega reached to calm it a strange buzz sparked from his touch. He stopped himself from pulling his hand back, the ribbon glowed brighter just from contact. There was a scent with this one, and it was tight but not painful, not taught or frantic but focused.

“Stay here. Stay here.” The words continued to chant like a whispered mantra a prayer and Stiles nervously kept his hands back, not trusting the person on the other side. What if it were a trick, what if there was malace and rejection waiting for him?

He smiled at the two cords intertwined green and purple without touching he thought of Boyd and Erica. Lydia was the pink that spun around the odd black and gray string, her’s was much more of hemp then yarn. There was Brandon’s white ribbon, sweet innocent and reflective, Cora her string was rough and strong and a different shade of red than Derek’s. Oh god, the blood red one was Derek, and he was starting to pull and demand. Stiles refused to touch or tug back on the insistent ribbon.

Instead he felt the older bonds, Scott, dad, and Melissa. Melissa’s turquoise reminded him of her favorite scrubs of a bracelet his mother wore as a gift from the beta nurse. All these strings were pulling on him now. He could hear Derek closer as if any minute now he would emerge from the vast darkness. Scott was still just as far away, others were calling no one was as close as Derek.

Another blink and he was being pulled from the back seat of a car carried on waves that smelled of blood and the hint of fresh grass and leather. Cool hands touch his neck and face and he smiles at the familiar brown eyes, he knows this face. This was a turquoise string, and it was wrapping around her hands as if sprouting like a vein from her wrists and finger tips or maybe they had always been there connecting the omega to his mother.

“Mom.” he calls but his voice is like a whisper, she starts to move away from the surface he is floating when a stranger comes into sight. His vision is blurry around the edges and he feels as if he’s missing something, his hands are holding to the only thing keeping the pain at bay. His nose clings to the faint scent of leather, it tries to override the blood. Blood is red and sticky and that was how his mother died. She had so much blood and they brought her to the hospital and she died in a room alone.

He wasn’t alone. His mind supplied and he smiled at the idea, someone was holding him, he could feel more than one tug on his chest. Even if his energy was draining from him onto the floor, he wasn’t going to float away. “Mom, don’t go.” He coughed trying to get the water out of his lungs. Was he still drowning?

“Ssh, don’t talk.” A deep baritone buzzed over his aching body, aching but not in pain. He turned his head trying to find the scent that kept him anchored, knowing it was keeping the nightmares at bay.

“Not you. Not you. I don’t want you.” came the pained hiccuping whine. “Please don’t.” A hoarse plea, another whimper. “Just leave me alone.” Breathless now.

Derek could see himself through Stiles’ memory, his threatening shadowed figure, his sneering face and flashing eyes. It took everything in the alpha to stay upright and not be physically ill. He had to keep his hand on Stiles, had to pull the overwhelming pain away.

“I’m sorry Stiles. I’m so sorry.” Derek kept whispering to the omega to weak to flinch, his eyes wide and clouded.

Derek could feel the disgust, the fear and confusion, it hurt more than the pain that spiderwebbed black twisting up his arm disappearing before reaching his own rapidly beating heart.

“Young man!” A doctor was trying to pull the alpha from his mate. “You have to let go, we have an IV for that. You are risking your own-”

Derek refused to look away from Stiles, he held the omega’s tired focus, those whiskey colored eyes were blinking slower and slower. Derek could feel the chill starting to climb up their connection of their fragile bond. What good was it to be soul mates if Derek couldn’t even help his soon to be mate, couldn’t keep him calm? The alpha easily snarled at the strangers trying to touch him, growling and snapping at hands and words.

Stiles was starting to fade, the machines were singing and then a hand was over his own.

“Derek!” Uncle Peter’s worried face came into focus. “ I’ll do it. I can take over. I won’t hurt him. Keep him awake. Can you do that, concentrate on that bond. Deaton is on the way.”

Derek nodded slowly then he snapped out of the daze he was falling into. “ You can’t keep taking that pain, move. You’ll hurt yourself and then he’s lost.” Peter was took a deep breath amazed at how much pain his nephew had taken and blocked so that his mate felt none of it. He glanced at the heartbreakingly familiar whiskey colored eyes. Remembering how those same eyes had once looked at him in defeat.

Laying in the hospital alone with pneumonia, he had stayed with her and played cards until she fell asleep. Then again he stayed with her before she died, he failed his first true friend once more. He offered a sad smile, taking a deep breath he would do this for Claudia.

He felt a tug from within and closed his eyes focusing on a newly forming bond, it was alive and reminiscent of one that no longer lit up or moved. The pure white cord grew and sprouted next to a frayed and severed old bond. He placed a hand on the shy smooth string, the owner gave nothing but it was okay his focus was elsewhere. Peter instead fed his own memories into the newly formed bond. This trick he had been taught by Deaton long ago as a stupid twenty something with a young fragile werecayote bondmate.

He remembered Claudia’s laughter and focused on it, her scent was something he had stored away in memory. The look of condescension when he said something smug and egotistical. Then the string was starting to tug and wrap around the alpha’s tentative fingertips.

Melissa Mccall was glad Derek was able to keep Stiles focused, but the teen was starting to sway on his feet. She was surprised to hear the two boys were soulmates but that made survival a possibility. The doctor was looking over the wound and shouting orders over the hovering teen not willing to leave the omegas side.

Melissa’s heart almost broke seeing Stiles’ blood stained lips mouth the word mom. His shaky hand had clung to hers, and she knew he was hallucinating from the blood loss. He was so thin, was Noah not taking care of him, there were bruises everywhere, old and new. Then Peter was there talking to a white as a sheet Derek Hale, and for a moment the beta nurse saw a much younger Peter. Creeper wolf, Claudia had once dubbed him, and it looked as if history was repeating itself except fate had chosen Stiles instead of Claudia to be a Hale.

She heard a little of the report from the Sheriff and deputy, Stiles had been stabbed and by a f*cking Argent? Allison was in custody as was her cousin and the Hales had sent pack alphas to apprehend all Hunters in town. Melissa was worried for her son, had he been there? Why Stiles? Some vendetta against the Hales? Alli seemed like such a sweet girl, and she was Scott’s soulmate. What was going to happen now? What the hell was going on? She wanted answers.

“He’s thin.” The doctor growled, “I’ve read the chart but this.” the alpha doctor glared over his shoulder at the Sheriff standing in the hall demanding answers from another nurse.

“Call omega services.” The doctor instructed another nurse glancing with distrust in Melissa’s direction. The beta bristled as she was asked to leave the room, Deaton was rushed in just as she tossed her bloody gloves in the trash. Stiles’ blood, it was all over her and dammit she wanted answers too.

“He’s not stable.” The doctor informed Deaton, “He’s a 16 year old male omega-”

“I know him. I’m familiar with the case. Weak immune system due to wolfsbane poisoning while in the womb. As a result he was born premature, and his mother died when he was seven. There’s one thing that can save him, but it’s stretch.”

The doctor glanced at the young boy, his eyes were starting to close, the omega’s soulmate was clinging to a limp hand, blood dried on his clothes and face. The other alpha in the room was well known Peter Hale, everyone knew the Hales and Dr. Justice didn’t want to be known as the doctor that failed to save a Hale omega. At the same time he had seen what the Hales could do their own, recalling that poor omega boy’s face from earlier in the week. Now this. Damn their name, he didn’t care if they owned half of the medical board’s staff, this boy was showing signs of abuse. That was going to be difficult with a soulbond, maybe the two could be relocated and the Hale teen would need supervised visits. A social worker could work out the details but this boy needed to live first.

“Tell me.” He demanded “And quick.”

~0~

Melissa was arguing with Noah, “How long has this been going on Noah? He looks-he looks so fragile! And that’s without including the stab wound and blood loss.”

“Melissa please my son, just tell me what his status is?”

“Not, good.” She snapped “They asked me to leave because of conflict of interest, they’re calling omega services. That doctor in there isn’t affiliated with medical politics he’s known to be, well-a hardass, but fair. He cares about his patients. He will do whatever it takes to keep Stiles alive. But Noah, once omega services are involved, this means relocation, supervised visits. You know this. It won’t matter that his soul mate is a Hale or that you are the Sheriff. They’ll be more critical because of this.” Melissa felt sick saying this but they had cut Stiles’ clothes from him he was covered in bruises old and new.

“This-do they think I’ve been hurting my son? I’m the Sheriff for god’s sake!”

“He’s underweight Noah, and there’s some scars.” She lowered her voice crossing arms over her chest. The alpha only growled running a hand through his hair.

“Melissa. I love my son. Goddammit, he’s been holding things back I don’t know about that but I just found out he’s being bullied at school. I-wait you said scars?”

“Yes on his upper thighs, the look to be older and definitely self inflicted. He hasn’t said anything to you? I know he hasn’t been around since presenting.”

“Well I haven’t seen your son over since he presented. I figured it had to do with him being an alpha and Stiles unpresented.” The Sheriff sighed.

“Scott presented at 13 that was three years ago.” Melissa looked baffled.

“What the hell is going on?” The Sheriff growled, “Your son’s soulmate is being questioned due to her relationship to Jennifer Argent the beta that stabbed my son! Witness heard her call my son names and she hasn’t kept her disgust or obvious misplaced jealousy to herself. Yet your son defends her. While my son is barely holding to life. Text messages from your son were sent putting my son at that damn party. ”

It was Melissa’s turn to growl, “How dare you Noah! You know what Stiles means to us-”

There was a deep growl and shout from behind the closed metal doors, the sounds of singing monitors and alarms cut any argument short.

No one noticed Jackson’s arrival his alpha father at his side, the man was fast. Jackson had made sure to tell his father all he knew, even the confusing bits, they just came from Isaac’s hospital room where he was demanding to leave. The young beta was still shaken and the drugs barely wore off, luckily he had been tested so the drug was identified, as for the culprits they were taken out of the trunk of the camaro and escorted to the station.

Jackson’s father the district attorney had sent his wife to be there with Scott and the Argents. The young alpha werewolf nearly attacked a Sheriff’s deputy when they handcuffed Allison.

The young hunter had explained what her cousin had said and her actions not meeting Mrs. Whittemore’s narrowed eyes. The woman was proficient in seeking out lies and found that the young hunter held no malice towards her soulmate’s best friend.

Now David was facing off on another front, the Sheriff was the reason they had prosecuted and jailed so many omega traffickers in the county and outside areas. Apparently at the cost of his own bond with his newly presented son. That and he and Jackson were going to have a long talk about the car accident involving the injured omega.

The attorney kept his face devoid of expression, his adopted son was almost killed and the Sheriff’s only son had staved off the attack twice. Twice, these rogues had dared attack an already fragile teen. He was very aware of the bruises and date rape drug that was used on Isaac, if Stiles had not intervened...

He was about to cut the two arguing adults off when he heard a shout from the room holding Stiles.

“No! I can’t!” it was Derek he sounded torn, more raised voices and the sounds of alarms signaling the failing heart beat. He could see the color leave both Nurse Mccall’s face and the Sheriff’s, the two had a hand to their chests.

He flinched inwardly recoiling knowing what such actions meant, it was the tear of a bond, the fraying and unraveling with every missed beat of a heart. The slowing of blood through the passages, the light fading. He glanced at his son who suddenly latched onto his arm to steady himself as if he stumbled. A hand was over his heart and he was looking at his father with questioning eyes.

“It hurts.” He gasped, “Like a prickly feeling sharp-”

“Some bonds are formed even if we don’t mean for it to happen. Your’s is new and small think how theirs feel.” He put a consoling hand on his son’s back, knowing there was no way to ease this kind of pain.

“Derek! You have to.” Deaton rarely raised his voice and David wondered just what the two could be focused on when a boy was dying.

Lydia was standing in the hall with Erica, Boyd and a disheveled Isaac, no one spoke but they huddled together feeling the tearing. David wished that on no one, not even his cruelest enemy. He recalled a similar torn feeling when Jackson’s biological father died in a car accident, the explosion took David’s longest friend and Margaret a human 9 months along would follow. Jackson didn’t know he was adopted that the Whittemore's were his godparents and the Millers were his real ones.

~0~

“It’s his choice! Do you understand! It should be his choice, I’ll be taking this from him!” Derek ran a hand through his hair, Stiles’ eyes had closed and the nurse with the Doctor were trying to keep the heart beating, attempting to slip a tub down the omega’s fragile throat. How many times had Derek squeezed the boy’s windpipe calling him names. They were forcing air into the non breathing boy.

“Make a decision! And quick!” The doctor snarled starting chest compressions. “We are losing him!”

Derek could feel the tearing in his chest it was taking his breath and the blond doctor wasn’t helping with his judging eyes and angry pheromones. The sickening sounds of breaking bones due to the force of cpr caused the wolf in Derek to growl.

The scent of Stiles was everywhere, “He’ll hate me.” Derek whispered and his uncle was cradling the alpha’s face forcing their eyes to meet. Red flashing red, a deep rumbling voice demanded his nephew’s focus.

“He’ll die Derek if you don’t.” The younger alpha was on his knees and he nodded allowing his uncle to pull him to his feet.

“You just have to bite him Derek, it’s not exactly a bonding ceremony but it’s as close to one that we’ll get. He can complete the bond when he’s officially in heat. For now you bite right at the scent gland he’s too far gone for the pain to register as anything as adrenaline, then bite your own wrist or arm anywhere he’ll just need your blood on his lips to complete the exchange. This will work.” Deaton was frantic, he stepped back knowing that this was unethical. However the omega was still just a boy, he had his whole life ahead of him, and these two might not see it but they had something special between them. Their bond would be strong and unwavering, and they would need that because the Doctor sensed a war was coming.

Derek took a deep breath whispering in his head that he was sorry, that he would live with the hatred as long as Stiles was living. The doctor continued with compressions and Derek awkwardly leaned over still holding a hand to his chest, and without further thought he bit down hard.

~0~

Stiles was in the dimming darkness, he could hear his name coming from far away, his father was calling him sobbing for him to stay. The omega frowned all his bonds were slack and they hurt to touch, they were so cold like ice, except one. He even noticed a new one, one that had memories that he knew weren’t his but he wanted to keep them. They held images and short films of his mother as a teenager.

Derek was in front of him so suddenly, his eyes flashing red, he had a hand to the ribbon between them, “Derek?” Stiles whispered flinching back expecting to be hit.

“Omega. MINE.” The alpha growled and Stiles felt a pull unlike any he had ever felt, the drowning sensation was gone. As if the alpha yanked him out of a pool of cold water, Stiles was standing in a forest alone breathless. How long had he been running? The sound of deep savage ferocious growls echoing, circling around him. It was cold here he was sweating, how long had he been running, his red hoodie was stained with dirt and mud the knees of his blue jeans ripped and bloody.

He could hear taunts of those from school, could hear their cruel laughter and above all the threat of a wolf.

He ran from the sounds, knowing he had to get away not wanting to be caught. He needed to hide, to find somewhere to lay down and give in. He heard the snap of twigs and brush behind him, closer and closer.

His feet came up short when he nearly slammed into a blond figure in red. Her ruby red lips like blood, the beta in the red dress seemed taller. Stiles back peddled keeping her in front of him. Jennifer’s cruel words, her plan echoing loud as if coming from within instead of outside his head. Weird that her mouth never moved, just that cruel smirk.

Scott and Derek hated him, everyone wished he was gone, they wouldn’t miss him. Wait she had said something else, he had heard her talking when she sank that knife into him. It was important, he was too busy fighting but she said something about not needing the alphas or werecoyotes. There was a plan for Brandon and Derek. He paused, wanting to remember her words when she plunged the knife deeper with all her malice. Eyes wide he remembered the knife, the wound! Hands shakily going to his side, there was blood now, soaking through his hoodie.

The wolf was gettin closer the howl caused him to pause, his breathing less labored. Then it burst through the woods, they stood facing each other in a clearing. Jennifer suddenly gone like smoke in the wind. The omega shakily took a step back, the large black wolf growled in warning causing the boy to stumble, he covered his head curling into a ball expecting an attack but the attack never came.

Instead a slobbery tongue licked at his scratched cheek, coating his sweat soaked hair with slobber. He was being caged in by the big paws and the fluffy fur tickled Stiles’ cheek. He moved his hands off his head, and peeked up at the familiar red eyes. The wet noise nuzzled him licking again at his neck. He giggled, feeling a sense of trust and warmth.

“You’re not going to eat me are you?” Stiles whispered and the wolf shook his head sniffing at the wound that Stiles had forgotten about, again with the tongue. The omega shivered.

“Oh, so you aren’t some killer wolf out for blood? Well how do you do. I’m Stiles. Where did you come from?” The omega realized the pain in his side was gone, he pulled his hoodie up exposing the still bruised flesh, the wound was there but it wasn’t weeping.

“I can deal with that.” He panted allowing a hand to reach up and run along the furry snout of the wolf, until he found the place just behind the perked up ears. The wolf grunted with pleasure and lowered himself nearly laying over Stiles.

The omega would normally feel anxiety but instead he felt safe, breathing in the familiar smell of leather and fresh grass.

Stiles could hear his father nearing and he tensed as did his new wolf friend. The omega didn’t answer back, then it was Scott with other voices he recognized but couldn't place, they were just at the edge of the trees Stiles could make out the figures in the fog.

The wolf seemed to understand Stiles wasn’t ready to be found and the large animal curled around the nervous omega, soft fur offering warmth and security.

“You know, Mr. Wolf. Maybe that story of little red riding hood was way off. “ The wolf sat up his ears perked up again, tongue licking Stiles’ exposed neck. The boy giggled breathlessly before continuing on, the two ignoring the distant calls. “ What if the wolf wasn’t the one Red should have been afraid of. Maybe he was just trying to warn Red, that it was grandma that was the the threat?” Stiles rolled over his side still aching but but not sharp and embolizing like before. He put an arm around the Wolf’s neck burying his face in the fluffy fur that tickled his nose. “Can I tell you something. Even if this is a dream, and you aren’t real. I think maybe I should just go. I’m so tired everyday has been so hard. Now I’ve been f*cking stabbed. Seriously I can’t win!”

The wolf whined and Stiles shrugged, “Don’t worry it barely hurts. She did say something mean about Isaac. There was more and I don’t think anyone heard it but me. I don’t know who to trust.”

Stiles sat in the clearing with the big black wolf leaning comfortably against the side of the large animal, enjoying the deep rumble resounding as the Wolf took naturally large breaths in and out steadily. Stiles enjoyed the feel of the beast’s steady and strong drum of a heartbeat, it synced up to his sometimes erratic and hummingbird beats, calming his raging thoughts anxieties.

Being with the wolf made it so the anxiety stayed away, and the tension that always followed Stiles eased into nothing. He chatted easily with the wolf who was content with just listening sometimes adding a huff of disapproval when Stiles describe a particularly irritating incident involving a blender and his father ignoring the celery smoothie. Sometimes Stiles would remember the knife and Jennifer or something unpleasant but the wolf that looked suspiciously close to Padfoot, would lick Stiles’ face or nuzzle him playfully. This made Stiles forget his train of thought and he would return to the nonsense he was blabbering about.

“Sorry for talking your ears off big guy but man I feel like I haven’t had anyone to talk to in ages. Except Cora.” He frowned allowing his arm to come up against the wolf’s side, the back of the boy’s hand subconsciously caressing the soft fur. The wolf whined and then grumbled or made a sound close to a grumble at the mention of Cora’s name.

“Oh, don’t be jealous.” The omega giggled, “It’s not like that. She is an alpha sure, but you would love her. She’s funny, a little rough around the edges, demanding as f*cking hell. Dude she’s a tough cookie, on the outside but all soft and gooey on the inside. She puts on this rebel without a cause act but no one sees she’s just hurting.”

Stiles shrugged unaware he had turned his body now draped over the side of Wolfie. (The name Stiles gave the black wolf). “She is scared you know. She stumbled on me.” Stiles started to tell the story of how Cora had demanded he vacate her spot. Then devour his lunch. The wolf huffed in disbelief, but Stiles laughed burying his face into Wolfie’s fur. “What a brat right! And then I felt like I had a friend.”

Stiles nuzzled the wolf’s side. “I was so lonely and she treated me like an equal not like a lowly nerd, a weird weak omega or dirt. She treated me like, like a friend.” Stiles sighed, “Do you think she is a friend? She even challenged her idiot brother for my bond. She was willing to sacrifice her happiness so I could get away, I can find mine. She doesn’t even like omegas like that, or betas. But that’s between you and me, you don’t seem like the type to blab, or joke, and you have impressive scowly eyebrows.“ Stiles scratched the back of Wolfie’s ear. “I must sound pathetic, wanting friends. It’s always been like this, I just have one of those personalities or faces that piss people off. So I’ve been told by the same group of tormentors since I was put me in the advanced classes.”

The Wolf was growling low, someone was coming, and Stiles rolled off Wolfie when he stood up quickly, ready to leap at the intruder. Stiles shivered glad to be shielded from whatever it was, there was a returning bark, not as deep as Wolfie’s but enough to cause the omega to flinch.

Wolfie snarled sensing Stiles’ tension, however the younger wolf wouldn’t be detoured. Curiously Stiles peaked around Wolfie’s tall lean legs. The Wolf wasn’t far from them just two feet away, he was smaller than the black wolf, his fur was curlier Stiles wondered if it was as course as it looked. He itched to reach out and touch the pup. Yes, definitely still a puppy, he leaped in place and tilted his head, his tongue hanging out as he whined trying to get Stiles’ attention.

Stiles slowly stepped out from the protection of Wolfie, “Hello, there. Are you lost?” Stiles laughed when the wolf shook his head, his tail wagging he ignored the growls from Wolfie and Stiles inched forward, the younger wolf was all energy and excitement trying to remain still. Stiles read the bubbled energy, especially as the oversized puppy put his head down and extended his oversized paws that he would hopefully grow into, out. Stiles giggled again at the wagging tail and hind end of the pup, how could he not pet this big guy.

He reached out slowly couching down, his hand running over the course slightly curly dark hair, “Awe you are just so cute!” Stiles itched behind the puppies ear and this set the dog off barking and yelping happily he stood quickly knocking Stiles back and licking the boy’s face.

Stiles gasped in surprise, and just as quickly the larger wolf growled leaping forward tackling the overzealous puppy, pinning the struggling smaller body to the mudslicked forest floor, causing a distressed yelp caught under the sharp teeth of a not so docile Wolfie.

“No, don’t. He wasn’t hurting me. He was excited. Besides we don’t push our friends in the mud and pin them down.” Stiles’ displeasure caused the black wolf to whine quickly he released the pinned younger wolf. Eyes sparkling the puppy yipped sitting smuggly tail wagging. The bigger beast lowered his head and tail returning to Stiles’ side keeping himself between the puppy and the omega. Stiles rolled his eyes “Don’t be that way Sourwolf. You are still my favorite.” The omega wrapped his arms around the black wolf’s neck burying his face in the fur just under the Wolfie’s neck. The puppy whined and scratched at the ground with his front paw, barking in protest and maybe disgust. Could wolves show disgust?

“Oh silence you! This is your fault I’m still healing.” Stiles froze as if remembering something, he stepped back from Wolfie and pulled his hooded sweater up. Shaking fingers gingerly touched the bruised and raw flesh still torn but not bleeding. Stiles felt sick at the sight of the gash, and he was sure it was much deeper than he imagine. However it seemed better although still sore and definitely inflamed. What was this anyway? Where was he? Where did the wolves come from?

He looked up and the puppy was gone, the black wolf was pulling Stiles down licking at the wound and then Stiles’ confused face.

“Hurts sometimes.” Stiles sighs and his questions were gone, forgotten just as quick as they appeared. It wasn’t much later that another wolf came to visit, he’s less puppy like in exuberance and energy but just as young as the last wolf. This wolf was thinner than the last, and smaller. The timid creature slowly approached, his blond fur and blue eyes remind Stiles of someone.

Stiles sits up from the leaning position he hadn’t realized he was in, “You don’t have to be scared.” Stiles reached out wondering if the fur was as soft as it looked, before he could touch the wolf there was growl from just behind the blond wolf.

Wolfie returned his own threat, Stiles pulled his hand back but the blond wolf was quick to nuzzle the young boy. The wolf with light brown hair and green eyes wasn’t growling at Stiles but Derek.

The blond wolf nuzzled Stiles once more gently and the brown haired wolf came to sniff at him in disapproval.

“That’s not nice!” Lydia’s voice huffs as she steps out from behind a tree, her simple blue flowered dress seemed perfect for a spring day. Her brown knee high boots a sensible decision but what was she doing here. The light brown wolf sighed going to her side head down, Lydia, pulled her pink cardigan around her shoulders.

The blond glances back and bounds towards the banshee, “Oh god, I’m dead. That’s why you’re here.” Stiles pales feeling sick suddenly the flash of a knife the pain in his side, then the black wolf is growling at the intruders.

“Derek!” Lydia holds her hands out, “We aren’t here to fight. Okay. We wanted to see Stiles too.”

“Derek’s here?” Stiles froze panic rising he was looking around and the Banshee was glaring at the black wolf. Stiles was starting to feel panic the blond wolf was back nuzzling the cold dirty palm, the omega’s attention turned and the bluest eyes looked up at him was a sad puppy dog expression. Stiles couldn’t help but try to console the wolf, “Don’t be scared, he’s not here. I and he wouldn’t hurt you. He’s just naturally scowly-” Stiles stopped as if something was on the tip of his tongue a thought a memory just teasing him to grasp on to. Then his focus was pulled away when two more wolves burst through the clearing, the blond, the light brown wolf and the banshee were gone.

“Lydia?” Stiles whispered, “Why does everyone disappear?” Stiles started to feel self conscious but the black wolf bumped him from behind pushing him forward as if to greet the two new faces.

“Oh so now you’re friendly?” He shakes his head when he’s pushed a little harshly this time.

“Okay, okay.” He smiled “Hello. There.”

This was a turn up the light blond wolf was smaller than the caramel colored wolf next to her and yes Stiles somehow knew she was a girl wolf. And the way she circled him reminded him of a certain blond. Her mate was sitting with his head slightly tilted as if used to just observing.

Stiles was caught off guard when she knocked him over sniffing at him from head to toe, and of course Wolfie chose this time to listen to Stiles and let the shewolf have her way with him. “If you’re looking for food I have nothing in my pockets but a piece of gum and some pennies. “ Stiles tried to twist away “That tickles.” He yipped twisting away from the wet nose that pushed at his chin and neck, running her graceful snout down stopping at where he was cut.

She whined sadly, turning to her mate who approached head low sniffing around Stiles’ injury. “Hey it hardly hurts. It’s fine.” He said breathlessly scooting back, he sat up petting the two wolves who’s heads leaned into him sandwiching his own slightly aching head between their soft fur.

He heard a deep growl and barking knowing right away another puppy was about to burst forward, she had slightly darker hair than the others but not completely black. The other two seemed to roll their eyes but stepped back she was licking Stiles and by now he just laid there allowing it.

“Ah, cold nose cold nose!” He tried to twist away again but was held firmly in place by a heavy but gentle paw on his chest. This shewolf was doing as the first, it was an inspection of sorts and Stiles really wanted to get it across he was fine, but something was nagging at him.

“Stiles!” he heard his father calling and the young boy turned to the black wolf. The other wolves that had visited even Lydia were there in the clearing no one was moving just staring at him for a reaction.

Stiles wanted to give them an answer but panic was starting edge in, this was a dream wasn’t it.

He turned to the black wolf, there was an aching, a throbbing that started to snowball into something more painful. He glanced down at his injured side and the blood was staining his jeans.

A hand to his neck and he felt blood, he could smell it now and something else. He was aware of another scent, stronger, comforting and frightening all at once. He was there in the clearing but instead of wolves, there were people.

He froze, reading anger in some of their eyes not directed at him but behind him, and Stiles swallowed turning to see Derek Hale, his eyes flashing red. “MINE.”

Stiles cried out his eyes widening, there was an unfamiliar pressure around his ribs. He tried to move and whatever rock sitting on him wasn’t holding him down it was just wrapped around him. He couldn’t take deep breaths, there were alarms sounding causing his head to ache. He swallowed tasting blood, someone put a hand over his mouth. “Swallow! Don’t throw it up.” An alpha growled, and Stiles felt someone move from to his right growling deep in warning.

“Don’t touch! MINE!” It was possessive and commanding, the omega responded by instinctively turning towards the promised safety.

Stiles tried to twist away from the unfamiliar touch that burned his mouth leaving an invisible residue long after they moved away. The hands that touched him were familiar but unfamiliar, calloused and gentle. The scent of the alphas skin was rich, like leather and freshly cut grass on a warm day.

He heard the alarms start to even out, people were talking or maybe arguing around him but he didn’t care. All that mattered was this anchoring force this scent that wrapped around him promising safety. Whiskey colored eyes drunkenly tried to bring the figure standing so close to his bed into focus. There was a want to climb into the source of the scent’s lap and just curl inward, to tangle his own languid scrawny limbs around the offered alphas muscular appendages.

Later the omega would think about this and blush but right now he didn’t care he just wanted to be closer, closer to the steady heart beat, to the safety and warmth. Oh god he had been cold for so long he wanted to just soak in the sunshine of the alpha’s aura. This all should be startling but Stiles refused to dwell on any logic behind his own concerns, actually he felt free of worry and concerns as long as he was being reassured. Those magical fingers running through his hair, caressing his cheek, speaking in that low baritone.

Stiles sank into the touch, he just felt so warm, for a minute he thought there was a dark wolf curled around him. His mind felt a little foggy and eyes took a little longer to focus or maybe it was because his eyes were closed. With the scalp massage from heaven of course they didn’t want to open on their own. However what really brought him to reality was when he tried to stretch thinking he fell asleep downstairs on the couch again in an empty house. The slight movement caused a burst of pain that overwhelmed his body making it difficult to take deep breaths once more. And the memory of a knife of the pain twisting deep inside him washed over him revealing every ache and pain.

He started to hyperventilate suddenly realising he couldn’t breath, he was restricted around his ribs, something was weighing him down. He was tied down, oh god, he was alone, alone tied down! He tried to move his head and suddenly someone was there touching his face caressing his hand, nuzzling his neck. Breath, lips, so close whispering over him promises, not alone. They chanted.

He wasn’t alone, for the first time he was not waking up alone. There wasn’t a wolf curled around him but the scent of an alpha was anchoring him. He still couldn’t take deep breaths but the whispered words and fingers combing through his hair was bringing him back from an anxiety attack.

“You’re in the hospital, try not to talk, you were stabbed. The knife punctured a lung. You lost a lot of blood but after six units and another uh unorthodox procedure you stabilized. Rather quickly. You are lucky to be alive youngman. Congratulations.” The doctor with the mean hands was talking to Stiles drawing his focus away from the alpha to his right.

“Oh.” Stiles whispered swallowing slowly blinking his suddenly heavy lids and allowing himself to turn into the large hand caressing him tenderly. “This is nice.”

“Rest. Just rest. You are safe and I’ll stay right here. I’m not leaving you.”

“So warm.” the omega’s mind replied to the alpha sighing with content. Feeling lips ghost over his forehead. He briefly wondered who was being so kind and where the delicious scent of security, love and warmth was coming from. It was as if Stiles was finally standing in the sun allowed to feel warmth after laying in the cold darkness like a ghost, and he was alive.

“Wait congratulations on living?” Stiles sighed nuzzling the chin that was scenting him, he felt his own instinct to cent back but he was still so weak.

“Your injuries Stiles they were life threatening.” It was Deaton talking now, Stiles smiled in greeting feeling drunk on his apha’s scent. “You’re still to weak to go into a heat right now and the bonding is pushing you into one, however the Doctor is keeping you on IV suppressors to hold it off. After you heal you will need to complete the bond but for now the semi bond will hold.”

“Bond?” Stiles lazily looked on the bonding specialist as if he grew another head.

“Ssh, it’s not important.” The alpha holding his hand whispered into his ear, nipping the shell causing Stiles to feel a warmth spread over his face, he was definitely blushing but why didn’t he care? He felt drunk on happiness, maybe it was the IV drugs, he had been stabbed after all. By a crazy bitch to boot, there was something important she said, what was it again?

“You bastards! You can’t keep me from my son!”

“He’s technically not yours anymore.” The doctor informed the Sheriff who was shouting on the other side of the door. The omega whimpered turning into the security of his alpha.

“I wasn’t asked to consent! This is illegal! You hypocrite! I did not allow a bond! I am still his guardian! I’ll have your jobs!”

“Sheriff please if you need the boy’s statement that bad, I suggest you wait until his alpha says it’s alright. “

Stiles heard a growl in warning directed at the door, why was everyone so shouty. Dad should be happy, Stiles felt so happy. He reached a heavy hand up to touch the dark hair belonging to the head resting on his shoulder kissing his chin. No one had ever kissed him like this, or held him as if he were a treasure.

“I’m not bonded.” He sighed, “That would be crazy.” Stiles was suddenly thirsty and as if by magic a straw was pressed to his parched lips. He sighed content at the cool liquid easing the soreness of his throat had he been swallowing cotton balls? He moved to touch his neck just under his jaw line, right where his anatomy class told him his scent gland was. To be bonded he would need to have been bitten by an alpha and he had yet to kiss anyone let alone-

He froze, feeling a bruised raw crescent, his fingers came away red with blood, the alpha had turned away to put the paper cup with it’s straw on a nearby tray.

The alpha had been faceless until now, now he turned around but Stiles knew who it was before the older teen turned. He was wearing a gray t-shirt it was stained with dirt, mud and maybe blood. Those broad shoulders and muscular arms made tackling on the lacrosse field and football field look as easy as snapping one's fingers.

The dark hair was disheveled and Stiles’ fingers itched to run his fingers through the soft strands once more. Then came the alpha’s eyes, he didn’t meet the omega’s but Stiles understood. His life was over, the last thing that was his to decide had been taken, how cruel.

His forearm was burning the soulmark drew his eyes away from the looming figure of Derek f*cking Hale. The mark was darker now, darker and Stiles put his trembling hand over the tender flesh scratching at it, he turned away from frozen alpha.

All warmth was sucked out of the room, “I need a minute, can you leave me alone.” His voice was low but steadier than he felt.

“We can’t be in separate rooms for at least seven days we need skin to skin contact, and then in a month we’ll be able to be seperated for longer periods of time.” Derek replied taking a meaningful step closer and Stiles hated how his body responded to the nearness, he wasn’t afraid instead he wanted to be held.

But it was the bond, not his own choosing, this was violating and humiliating. He could hear his father’s curses, they were echoes of his own.

“I guess you’re stuck with me.” He stammered clasping his eyes shut unable to hold back the tears, his hand still digging into the hated soulmark.

“Stiles-” Derek was touching Stiles’ hand gently pulling the digging nails from the soulmark, the omega stiffened holding himself rigid fighting the urge to lean into the alphas scent and warmth. “I’m not sorry that it saved your life. I am sorry that I took your choice. Just, please give me a chance. I promise I’ll prove-”

“Biology is not grounds for a relationship. I could never love you Derek Hale. I hate you.” Stiles put a hand over the hand now squeezing his arm, tears trailing down his cheeks, the blissed feeling gone. In its place a raw open chasm, he felt cold wash over him.

Derek swallowed, his adams apple visibly drawing Stiles’ attention, the omega didn’t care that he could feel hurt and guilt rolling off the alpha. It was confusing that when Derek lowered his head, kneeling at Stiles’ bedside. Even more so, when Derek’s forehead lowered to rest on Stiles’ hand, instead of pushing the alpha away Stiles rested his own cheek on the back of the alpha’s head. Sties’ free hand placed softly on the alpha’s trembling shoulders. And it was just silence, until Stiles fell back asleep, dreaming of a life he would never have. A loving spouse, happy pups and finally belonging to a pack.

He was in the hospital for two more days before he was allowed to leave home, except he didn’t have a home. He was still under doctor’s orders to be near Derek at all times and nest, as awkward as that sounded it was surprisingly easy. A social worker had come in just before Stiles was discharged.

“My name is Naomi and I have been speaking to your temporary guardian-”

“My what?” Stiles squeezed Derek’s hand that was always on his arm, even when the Alpha slept in the uncomfortable chair next to Stiles’ hospital bed. Contact meant the alpha had to touch Stiles, even if the omega hated it. Frustrating enough, he wasn’t opposed to it, it felt rather nice. Thanks to biology. Stiles took a slow breath, this was a nightmare.

“His what!” Derek growled standing, not allowing the beta human and the two hospital security officers to get closer to his vulnerable mate.

The woman was obviously accustomed to this and she continued on, “Mr. Hale you are not 18 yet, so custody would go to the next alpha all decisions on care and education would then be appointed to your alpha.”

Stiles’ quick intake of air didn’t cause the woman to pause but Derek turned to his mate, knowing the signs of a panic attack. He placed a hand behind Stiles’ neck and squeezed, filling the room with his own protective scent. The omega relaxed into his touch and he felt an inner warmth spread over him, he was helping his mate. He was soothing and could be a good protector.

“That would be Talia Hale who is being investigated for an incident I’m sure you are aware of. So due to this, the omegas of the house are being removed. We have just been made aware that your own mate has experienced a drop fairly recently.”

“That was because of an attack-” Derek snapped.

“Yes an attack. One that wasn’t reported to theSheriff's station? How convenient that the Sheriff would be the one to vouch for your family. Your uncle Peter has been given the same warning. Seeing how your aunt Carolyn has experienced more than one drop in her young years. She will be 25 in a year. We did find a suitable foster home for your mate, aunt and niece. The home as allowed you to be apart of that stay. “

Derek frowned he had never asked his aunt her age, she always just seemed so quiet and mature. It was crap that omegas weren’t considered adults until twentyfive. “How very kind. But my mother didn’t hurt my brother intentionally. You can ask anyone?”

“Funny how Mr. Malcolm has disappeared. And young Travis isn’t old enough. This foster home is allowing both Travis and Brandon to stay, seeing how you will be there. However a social worker has been assigned to your brother and I am here as Stiles’. If there are signs of abuse then I assure you there are ways to bring alphas to justice newly mated or not.”

Derek growled “My family has never-”

“And you? Let me be very clear Mr. Hale, your name, your endless money can not help you here. I’ve read the reports, the interview from Jennifer Argent was enough, even if she is facing charges. We will be following up on all allegations. As for Stiles his health is all that matters, we will be meeting with him again after he settles in his new home. The Sheriff has hired a lawyer, he has made some allegations we have no choice but to follow up on. “

“Where are we going? And you have no idea who my mother is. Or just how powerful my family is. You are threatening the most vulnerable members of our pack.”

“It isn’t Talia’s pack for too long pup. She’s being called before the council. Let’s just see how popular you are, and how many friends you’ll have when you no longer have a legacy behind you.” The woman scowled, then she turned her eyes on Stiles who was just calmly listening, clinging to Derek’s forearm.

“Stiles, again my name is Naomi, I knew your mother in school. We were at the same orphanage together. I was older than her so I was a year ahead. Here’s my card. Your things will be waiting for you unpacked at the Whittemore's home. Mr. David Whittemore I think you are familiar with him, he’s the district attorney. He also has a license as a foster parent. In fact he just adopted one of your classmates. He was extremely grateful for your bravery in rescuing his son. He feels torn over your injuries and offered his home to the Hale omegas as well as you and your new mate.

Stiles froze remembering that Isaac was almost raped, then almost attacked. The flash of Jennifer's red lips they were moving but Stiles couldn't remember the words he wanted to grasp them but his senses were so dulled. It wasn't important, she made it clear how much she hated him by luring him off the Hale property.

“I’m dead. I’m in hell.” Stiles was unaware he was squeezing Derek’s arm. “This is hell.” Stiles winced feeling the pull on his stitches. "A painful hell. My dad would never hurt me. Why are you-”

“We can discuss this later. For now you need your rest.” She smiled at the boy who had Claudia’s whiskey colored eyes. Naomi would not allow the boy to experience the foster system or anymore abuse. He was touch starved now force mated to a f*cking Hale. Claudia would be rolling in her grave.

“And you.” She turned to Derek Hale so much like his uncle Peter, that smug arrogant faced man had lost his composure when the State police showed up to help escort the omegas to a new home after Naomi informed the man he was under investigation. Peter Hale had to be tranquilized just like his sister. Derek Hale was no different, from the look of him, smug and arrogant. “ Derek Hale, the investigation is still new, but if we uncover anything unsavory rest assured newly bonded or not you will not be allowed anywhere near Stiles. We have worked with a Doctor who specializes in soulmarks and successfully breaking bonds. It’s not widely known but with advancements in science I can assure you we’ve seen it happen. Exceptions are always made if the patient’s continued health outweighs the risk. We will be back for a visit.”

After the woman left, Derek tried calling his uncle and mother only going straight to voicemail, Stiles was oddly quiet even through the bond which was strangely stronger. Every emotion passed through on both sides, Derek felt his breathing bring the smaller males’ own to a steadier beat.

Stiles was just staring at his soulmark then he laid back turning his head away from the alpha revealing the slowly healing bondmark. Derek felt isolated, he tried the bond it was still there, but tears were falling from Stiles’ eyes. The alpha realized like ice to his veins, he was being blocked out.

“No one will listen to me? She didn’t even ask what I thought? I’m forced bonded to someone who hates me, and now I’ll be living in a house with someone who also hates me. Why did they save me, they should have just let me die." Stiles ripped the IV from the back of his hand, going to pull out the one that fed him pain medication through. The scent of blood in the air caused the alpha to react snapping out of his own daze.

“Stiles!” he grabbed some gauze from the nearby silver tray, Instead the raising of his voice had the omega hyperventilating he twisted away from Derek’s touch. “Dammit I’m not going to hurt you. Please. Please don’t run from me.” The omega submitted revealing his neck and Derek nearly lost his balance feeling the flood of emotion through the bond, hating the sight of Stiles like this. He held his own doubts back, all that woman had to do was ask around school and she would know about his history with Stiles. He really needed to speak to his mother and uncle, he couldn’t do this.

Despite thinking this he was pressing the white gauze to the injury, speaking in lowered tones.

“You’re okay. You are safe. I won't let anyone hurt you. I won't. You are safe. I’ll keep you safe. No one will make you do anything you don’t want to.”

Stiles didn’t answer instead he cried silently even after Derek put him gently in a wheelchair and moved him out of the room to the elevator and out to a waiting car, It was Jackson and Lydia picking the two up, and Derek gently lifted Stiles into the back seat, buckling him in. The Doctor had given Stiles something to keep him calm, but Derek wasn’t sure it was working as well as it should. He periodically, took the omega’s pain, the car ride wasn’t helping Lydia tried to keep an easy conversation but gave up when all she got from Derek were half replies. Jackson seemed distant and Derek sensed something like disapproval from his friend.

Chapter 10: The better to See you with

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Jackson drove slower than Derek had ever thought his friend capable of, he was surprised when he realized it was for Stiles’ benefit. The healing was faster than a non-bonded omega would be but it was still a wolfsbane blade that cut him, so he still had pain pills to be taken and bandages needing to be changed. Derek had paid close attention to the process so he could be the one doing so.

Jackson pulled up the long driveway leading to his large three storied brick home, “Your brother arrived an hour ago, dad hired a private nurse to look over his, um injury.” Jackson held back a growl, having heard what happened to the younger boy from Derek and actually seeing the damage were two different things.

He had watched Brandon grow up, the kid was so small and now he was saddled with a prick named Travis. The nurse was a human beta so her scent was not distressing the younger boy and he was comfortable. However Jackson was confused by his own anger, how could the head Hale alpha do that? There were conflicting stories and he refused to upset Brandon by asking directly, now the Stiles thing.

Stiles was someone they had all picked on since elementary school, countless pranks and physical altercations. And the taunting! f*ck man! Then that night when Stiles was in that accident he had presented the kid was an omega, in pain and he was more worried over someone else being injured instead of his own pain. Jackson felt guilt over that not that he would tell anyone but Lydia. Lydia knew his mind better than he did sometimes it frightened him. He was constantly struggling from blocking her out, knowing just how much pain they both felt when he did that.

She knew he was weird about his father’s approval, constantly seeking it. He made friends with the popular alphas, some came from prestigious families and the ones that didn’t were top of their class or top of their sports. His problem with Stalinski started when he heard his father talking to his mother in elementary school, surprised that the kid at the head of the class was some tiny kid two years younger. A kindergartner was sitting in his second grade class for half the day smoking the rest of them in math and reading. Jackson hated that he needed tutors and still couldn’t get where he needed to be. So he took it out naturally on the kid and the only other kid he hung out with the other half of the day he wasn’t invading their class. Scott Mccall. At least Jackson never pretended to be Stilinski’s friend. What a hypocrite, the bastard had words for Jackson but Jackson never hid his dislike of Stiles. He rubbed his jaw remembering their earlier fight, Jackson almost went completely wolf after Mccall dared show up at the hospital. Bringing that bitch hunter with him, both boys and Allison had been asked to leave by the deputies guarding the doors.

Although he was confused by it now, Lydia even felt uncomfortable with her treatment of Stiles. She never openly said anything but she never stopped Jackson from going too far. Not that it made it any better, but Jackson stopped with the physical stuff after the guy presented. Sure okay a shove here and there, but why didn’t Derek stop him? He had known since the night of the accident that Stiles was his omega, his soulmate. If Jackson would have known, he would have backed way off. Was a reputation worth that? This was really f*cking with him, he wasn't as cold as he pretended to be, he had a f*cking heart. He was the first to admit he was an entitled rich asshole. However to each his own right? He had a beautiful human beta Banshee, he lived in a nice home, his father didn’t make him work. He wasn’t the top of his class but he made it by with low c’s high enough to let him play. Some teachers gave him A’s so he didn’t miss games due to GPA. It was that nerd that constantly made them all look bad! So..

It came with the territory, all of the entitlement. Right? Dammit. Why was this so confusing? And the feeling of Stiles nearly dying had felt awful, like a sharp needle drilling from the inside out. His father told him it was a new bond so it wasn’t going to be as painful as an older one would be. He had gestured to Stiles’ father and Scott’s mother, both were on their knees with a hand to their chests. He didn’t even notice a bond had formed, was it the feeling of gratitude he felt over Isaac’s life?

Jackson struggled with reading in school and some of the kids could be cruel, but Isaac never judged him. The two had been on the same soccer team in elementary and then football. Isaac had helped him with his homework sometimes letting him copy, okay mostly but dad caught on and hired tutors. Not that Dad cared too much, he was always working, mother was just as bad. However Isaac always stayed the night and they played video games or played catch in the backyard. Jackson had thought Mccall and Stiles were close in a similar way however it was flimsy friendship if presenting as an alpha could keep the two from hanging out.

Survival of the fittest right? Jackson frowned again this self reflection was giving him a headache, he tried to control his guilt. He had come clean to his father about the accident and the worst part was Dad didn’t yell, he just fell silent. Mother shook her head and said she had to call Lydia’s parents. So now their punishment was undecided as their were pressing matters. Jackson had confessed to his father what he overheard the Sheriff say to Stiles when he was in the hospital, and that it was his fault for urging Derek after the accident to threaten Stiles. He tried to explain that he didn’t know Derek was Stilinski’s soulmate at the time. His father looked even more disappointed.

“That doesn't matter.” he had said in such a low tone, “What you did was wrong. I have failed to raise you right. If you think it’s okay for an alpha to treat someone weaker than themselves with cruelty. Especially when the person is vulnerable and unable to defend themselves. That young boy has a weak immune system had he not presented he would have died in that accident. He was in pain for three hours waiting for his own father to arrive. I’m not defending the Sheriff but he was unreachable at the time. So his vulnerable son was nearly killed by you and your mate’s behavior. He was then pulled from his wrecked vehicle, by his soulmate seconds after presenting as an omega. Instead of being offered safety or security, he is threatened. Then abandoned only to be threatened once more. I have failed as a father and an alpha.” Hearing this had torn at their bond and Jackson had wanted to curl up somewhere and die.

He thought it over these last few days, the confusing parts he discussed with Lydia who had no answers. He felt her own self loathing and confusion, the one person who seemed to know better and just act better was the one person they had nearly killed twice. And just thinking of how Derek had treated the omega, in the beginning and then all the way until today.

When Derek had threatened Stiles not once but twice! TWICE! That means Derek Hale, his friend and someone he always wanted to be like had threatened his own soulmate. Even after knowing that the omega was his. It made Jackson physically ill even contemplating the idea of doing the same to Lydia. They argued but he would never threaten her, he would never physically push her down or hurt her. He knew he should feel bad about threatening anyone just out of a wreck let alone an omega. Jackson could usually sweep feelings like this aside but after Isaac nearly being stabbed to death BY DEREK’S f*ckING GIRLFRIEND only to have Stiles DEREK’S f*ckING SOULMATE to take the hit. The guy was one cold dude to be carrying on with Jennifer Argent even after his soulmate was revealed. Again he could never do that to Lydia it was unimaginable. All of this caused a lot of inner reflection, some of which was making Jackson question his own status as an alpha.

Stiles should hate all of them, but he had saved Isaac more than once. That knife had flashed bright against the moonlight and Jackson had felt himself freeze up knowing he wouldn’t be there in time to save his brother. He had yelled out, ready for the pain of a severed bond but it didn’t come. He remembered looking where his brother was standing only to see him sitting eyes wide. Jackson had followed his brother’s line of sight and froze, Jennifer had wrapped an arm around Stiles’s shoulders from behind in some morbid one armed hug, her hand bloody holding onto the hilt of the knife not so reflective now.

Stiles was facing them, looking oddly calm, Jennifer stepped away tackled by Allison, and Stiles took a few steps towards Jackson’s car. He pulled the knife out and looked around in confusion, he was worried about Isaac while he was bleeding to death in the back of the camaro. Jackson shuddered, that could have been Isaac, that could have been Isaac. Jackson didn’t think he could take anything happening to his best friend and brother, he already felt guilt over not noticing the kind of abuse Isaac was forced to endure because of his crazy bastard father.

He was blind to that and to the fact his own best friend Derek was keeping the whole soulmates thing a secret. For what? Why? To protect his own damn reputation? Stiles was touch starved, he was beaten up their were unexplained bruises.

The social worker had given his dad a folder with all the information and Jackson had read it when no one was paying attention. The bruises were fresh, they were handmarks, a fractured arm slowly healing only to show signs of stress fractures after the bones had started to mend. It was Isaac all over again, something he missed right under his nose, and now a forced bond?

He was too afraid to ask his father where he stood on this, he didn’t want to know. His father’s approval carried more weight than any friendship. He needed to make it up to Stiles, and after talking to Lydia she had some really great ideas. He could make Stiles comfortable, and he had looked up what things omegas needed. Lydia helped him make the other rooms just as comfortable and safe feeling. Isaac, Jackson and Lydia went and stocked up the fridge on all things Stiles might like. They had to talk to Scott for advice on this, he wasn’t very forthcoming at first but after he heard that Stiles would be there with the Whittemores and not at the Hale’s home he gave three pages of things Stiles liked the most. Jackson blushed remembering from experience that having a fridge in the room was helpful when the bond was new. So he filled a small fridge in Stiles’ room with his favorite drinks and snacks.

“Derek.” Isaac greeted with a timid smile, the alpha was carrying a still sleeping Stiles, Jackson noted just how pale the sleeping omega was, had he always looked so fragile?

“His room is on the second floor, but maybe we should arrange for one on the bottom floor-” Jackson swore at his idiocy, Stiles wouldn’t be able to walk up and down the damn stairs he was still healing for christ sake!

“No. It’s alright I can carry him and he’s still asleep. They gave him something to stay calm. It knocked him out.” Derek replied in a awkwardly formal tone. Lydia lead the way with Jackson at her side.

“Your family will be excited to see the both of you. Carolyn and the baby haven’t left Brandon’s room, or let anyone too close. Except maybe the nurse and Travis.”

“Our bond is still new, I’m not supposed to be far from skin to skin contact.”

Jackson kept whatever he wanted to say to himself and Lydia quickly gushed forward. “Sure. That’s how we were.” She blushed bright red.

Derek held back his cynical retort, Jackson and Lydia made a mutual decision while their parents weren’t around to bond. Never wanting to be apart, after they discovered their status as soulmates. Derek knew that Stiles was looking into ways to prevent this, but the choice had been stolen from him.

Derek felt a chill run up his spine, Naomi was going to discover a lot about Derek and Stiles’ relationship all of which was bad. They were going to take him from Derek, how could the alpha keep Stiles safe if they were apart? Derek was feeling lost, he was cut off from his pack, his mother, uncle and sisters weren’t answering their phones. He resisted calling his grandmother not until he received word from his alpha or his sisters.

“Have you heard from Laura?” Derek asked Lydia as Jackson opened the bedroom door, not entering the scent free room. Something Derek appreciated, this would make it easier for him to fill the room with his own scent, and Stiles as an omega would feel safer.

Lydia glanced at Jackson nervously, Derek caught their shared look. “What?”

“Cora and Laura were sent to a foster home for alphas until the situation can be cleared up. Except they both ran away. According to my mom.” Lydia gave Derek a sad look, he nodded feeling even more adrift. He continued to the bed placing Stiles on the large King size bed in the middle of a spacious room. He glanced around briefly, before setting the pillows behind Stiles’ head and back, sure to carefully prop him up so his lungs didn’t gather too much fluid. He removed the omega’s red adidas. He pulled a nest of blue comforters and various shapes of red pillows around Stiles. Taking note of the connecting bathroom, he could see dual sinks from where he stood, and a little bit of large claw footed white bathtub, further in he thought there was also a standing shower but he was back to looking around. The bed had a large oak headboard, the quilts were fluffy and feathery, also white. He was starting to feel a theme here, it matched the white carpet.

Lydia called softly into the room, “If you need anything just text Jackson, my mom is coming to pick me up. I’m kinda grounded for life.Tell Stiles when he’s up to it he can text me. He has my number.”

Derek gave a thin smile and nodded, his hand resting on Stiles’ arm, he glanced over at Jackson who still wasn’t meeting his eyes. Derek felt the words so suddenly bubble up it broke the silence between them, “I didn’t want to bond like that. They gave me a choice, let him die or force a bond. I was going to show him I could be worthy of a bond. I thought we were starting to be friends.”

Jackson flinched from the honesty of the alpha’s words, he was still confused but he couldn’t find it in him to hate Derek.

“We know.” Lydia answered for him, “Derek. We know. I don’t think any of us would want to be in your situation because we wouldn’t be handling it at all. Everyone has questions, but now isn’t the time to ask. We get it. But when you are ready, and Stiles too. There's so much going on, it’s best we all back off and let Stiles breath.”

Derek ran a hand through his hair and he nodded, “Thank you both.” He managed, “Jackson please tell your dad thank you for all of this. This is more than I could have hoped for.”

“Sure man. We are friends after all.” Jackson found this reply was easy and he meant it. “He’s safe here. You both are. Just let us know when you can have visitors, your family aren’t the only ones eager to see Stiles. Isaac has been chomping at the bit all day.”

Derek nodded, and Lydia closed the large oak door, the alpha removed his own shoes, finding that the walk in closet to his left had both their clothes hanging in it. Derek had significantly more, he noticed the large antique oak desk facing a closed tall skinny window with hanging blue curtins had both their school books. Their backpacks sat under the desk, Derek noted the sixty inch plasma tv hanging on the wall directly in front of the bed, two gaming systems connected to it sitting on the small glass entertainment center with surround sound speakers hanging in the corner of the room. Derek felt at home, he hoped Stiles would too, he found there was a comfortable white cushioned reading nook with red throw pillows, the wide window could be pushed open and lead to a balcony. Derek shivered recalling how Stiles had jumped from one balcony to the next, and quickly went to lock the window closing the blue curtains refusing to allow any light in.

There was a bookshelf with a few old classics, near the nook, nothing too exciting. The alpha sat down on the white cushioned curved armed bench at the foot of the bed, the oak clawed legs made it look fragile but it didn’t groan under his weight and it was surprisingly comfortable. This whole room was for comfort and despite the white sanitized feeling it felt safe.

Stiles started to stir and Derek was quickly there at his side, grabbing a water bottle from the small packed fridge. He checked the time on his phone it was too early for a pain pill, he was grateful their bags had been brought up and his gym bag had all Stiles’ needed medications, his suppressants were one of them.

“Derek?” The omega blinked slowly instinctively reaching out to the alpha, Derek wouldn’t lie he enjoyed the feeling of being needed by his omega. He climbed slowly onto the bed setting himself up behind Stiles before adjusting the boy comfortably with a head on his chest.

“I’m here. You’re not alone.” He whispered into Stiles’ hair as the omega snuggled into his side. The alpha reached down slowly to rest his hand on Stiles’ side pulling the red t-shirt up slowly. He enjoyed the electric feeling any skin to skin contact created, and at the same time hated himself for finding any pleasure in Stiles’ pain.

He found no pain there just a little discomfort, the omega sighed heavily halting when there was a pull on his stitches. Derek took the sharp pain quickly before it could register his omega smiled comfortably as reward.

“I have some water here. Are you thirsty Stiles?” The omega nodded eyes opening slowly.

“Yes. I feel like I swallowed cotton balls.” He yawned then stiffened, not from pain but from the realization that he wasn’t in the hospital or at home.

Derek didn’t let him pull back to quickly, “Calm, please you’ll pull a stitch or god forbid start bleeding again.”

The omega’s whiskey colored eyes were wide staring up at the alpha with an unreadable expression. Derek tried to feel their bond but again the omega had blocked him out, this hurt, especially now that Derek was feeling alone. Isolated from his pack, his inner wolf was whimpering at gnawing at the edges of his mind.

Stiles smelled so delicious and he was Derek’s, why couldn’t Stiles be his? Why did the omega hate him so much? The wolf was demanding that Derek stake a claim, stamp his territory but the alpha refused and felt torn because of it.

“Here’s some water, drink slowly.” Derek gently adjusted his omega into a better sitting position against the red pillow and then opened the bottle allowing Stiles to take it into his own hands.

“Where are we?”

“Second floor guest room of the Whittemore home.”

The omega glanced around “Wow, fancy.” He remarked sarcastically, glaring down at the water bottle after taking a few sips.

“Brandon, Travis, aunt Carolyn and baby Malia are here.” Derek supplied “When you feel up to it they want to see you. “

“Oh, I get a choice alpha?” Stiles snapped at Derek not meeting his eyes. “How kind.” He whispered under his breath.

“Stiles. Please, believe me.” Derek took the hands holding the now capped water bottle. “I didn’t have a choice. I would rather have you hate me forever than lose you. I am so sorry that your choice was taken. I want this to work. I want us to try and at least be friends. Please know that from here on out I will listen to your choices and respect them. Unless it puts you in direct danger. “

The omega didn’t reply, so Derek continued. “This isn’t an ideal situation but Jackson, Isaac and Lydia went through a lot of trouble to make this room comfortable for us. I have a feeling they are the ones that filled the fridge and I have a feeling the small table on that side of you,” Derek pointed “might just have some snacks you find appealing. It’s actually freaking me out how much Jackson seemed I don’t know. Worried about you. He actually looked at me like-never mind.”

Stiles was frowning but sniffing the air he only found his mates scent in the room and the faint smell of red vines? He wanted to reach over and check the drawer of the small nightstand with a rather simple white shade metal lamp decorating it. This room was beautiful and simple, Jackson’s mom had good taste. Stiles winced inwardly thinking of his own mother, would they have known each other?

Derek must have figured what Stiles wanted because he was coming around the side of the bed and opening the small drawer to discover a plethora of candy, and chocolate chip granola bars.

Stiles gasped forgetting the water bottle, “This is ten times better than awful hospital food.” He sounded more alive.

“It’s like christmas.” Stiles motioned for Derek to hand him a granola bar the sound of his stomach growling then prompted him to ask for two.

“If you are hungry let me know and I’ll go find you something more sustaining than candy and granola bars even with chocolate chips.”

Stiles was smiling at the granola bars, “I do like the chocolate chips.” There was a sharp knock on the door before Derek could continue to enjoy the omega’s rare smile.

He feels like growling but doesn’t get a chance, the nurse is entering without permission, she ignores the tension she’s caused in the alpha by stepping into his territory.

“Hello. My name is Stacy I’m the nurse assigned to you, Dr. Hale was more than happy to take over your case Stiles. You are very fortunate to have such-”

Stiles nervously looked to his alpha, “Is this a joke?” He didn’t meet the alpha’s eyes but he did openly glare at the nurse who wore awful red pea green scrubs and a clipboard, she had a syringe resting on the clipboard and Stiles was suddenly very uneasy. “I won’t let that idiot near me with a ten foot pole. “

“Get out.” Derek growled at the nurse feeling Stiles’ sudden anxiety and taking his omega’s words in as the final decision.

“Mr. Hale, I am only here to give the omega a shot of antibiotics it’s routine.” the nurse ignored Stiles’ hiss of disapproval.

Derek frowned, “Dr Justice already gave Stiles antibiotics, enough that he should be glowing! I asked him before we left and I have a list of his medications and updated medication and allergy list. You are not coming anywhere him with that, and my cousin will not be allowed to step foot in this room. I want someone else knowledgeable and not a f*cking idiot. Stiles is uncomfortable with him, and I don’t blame him. I think the asshat still sits at the kids table at thanksgiving because that’s how smart he is, and even then that's saying a lot!.”

Stiles was shocked at hearing how Derek had made notes of his medications, not that he needed anyone to take care of himself, he could do that just fine. It was just surprising. And having that Dr. Hale anywhere near him made him curl inward. He wanted her to leave and Derek was making her leave with his words and his height he was standing with his hands in fists at his side, growling. Not that Stiles couldn’t defend himself but it was nice having back up for once. Not that Derek Hale was someone he could trust-right? Dr. Hale had said something about leaving. What was it?

“My mistake.” The nurse gave a tight smile, “I’m sure you grandmother will be upset at that decision she had hoped we could keep some things in the family. Family is all you have now. Seeing how your mother and uncle are behind bars until the council decides on their punishment. Your own sisters have disappeared obviously running from the disgrace of it. Your grandmother heard about the Cora’s challenge for your mate’s bond. And she’s obviously run away to pout not having her way. Am I missing anyone? So I’m here under your Grandmother’s show of love and support to you her last remaining family. It will break her fragile heart when I tell her just how grateful you are. I understand your omega is feeling anxious he does not come from a pack and he’s been abused by his own father.”

“You bitch.” Stiles hissed trying to climb off the bed slowly, it hurt but he was going to do this. “You don’t know anything about my father! He’s a good man. He’s never-he might be a workaholic and what he thinks of me is no one one’s business. He’s never hit me or intentionally done anything-” Stiles was starting to feel the room spin.

“Omegas are sad weak creatures.” The nurse narrowed her eyes on the younger boy. “Even now he fights your bond. Lucky for you Mr. Hale, this will kill him eventually. “

Derek was catching Stiles as he swayed, “Get out! Get out and never come back if I see you near my family especially my omega I’ll rip your throat out with my teeth!”

The nurse took a step back with a sneer, “I’ll have them send someone else. He’s unworthy of our-”

Derek almost left Stiles sitting on the floor but the omega grabbed the alpha’s wrist. “No. Let her go. She can slither out and take her scent with her.” Stiles was gasping his side burned, the alpha was picking him up gently taking him back to the bed. Isaac came rushing in hearing the raised voices, Jackson was talking to the nurse outside the room.

“Stiles?” Isaac was there beside the omega hovering while Derek growled low.

“That nurse was here to-”

“She upset Stiles. She called him a sad weak creature. I don’t want her anywhere near my omega. Tell Mr. Whittemore-”

“What?” Isaac growled his eyes running over Stiles’ pinched face, the omega turned his head towards his mate taking in a deep breath. In pain and clearly upset.

“It’s not like I haven’t heard it before.” Stiles gritted out, not blushing when Derek lifted the boy’s shirt placing a hand near the bandaged side Isaac looked away from the red staining the covered wound, Derek was taking the pain.

Isaac was out the door and he yelled to Isaac who let out another low growl in reply. There was shouting and several hurried feet.

Isaac returned Stiles’ face was still pale but he breathing without a hitch, his hands weren’t gripping Derek’s forearm instead he had his head on Derek’s thigh, his exposed bond mark looked so angry and red. The alpha looked so lost not knowing how to comfort, “It’s time for his pain pill. But I don’t want to move him-”

“I’ll move. I’ll move.” Stiles grumbled eyes still closed his hands in a praying position under his face.

“I told Jackson and he’s escorting the nurse and her staff out. Along with her equipment they brought. Mr. Whittemore will no doubt have someone here in a few hours. They only came because he thought Derek and the rest of the Hale family would feel more comfortable with their pack-”

“My third or fourth cousin is is a jackass. He’s a misogynist that views omegas to be second class citizens. I think that’s his brother’s mate that nurse. I don’t know, she looked familiar and reeks of their kinscent. I don’t want them anywhere near my family.”

Stiles tensed, he bit his lip trying to hold back the wave of pain, “I shouldn’t have gotten up so fast. I couldn’t-couldn’t let her say things about my da-ad. My dad isn’t bad. He’s a workaholic.” The omega ground his teeth. “He’s never hurt me. Not like she thinks.”

Isaac flinched his own anxiety started to rise remembering his own father’s cruel hands, his words. There were ways a father especially an alpha could hurt a child it wasn’t always with fists or belts.

“Please Isaac. Can you get me my bag.” Derek motioned to his gym bag near Stiles’ side of the bed. Isaac forced his memories back he needed to focus, needed to be strong. Stiles needed him, the omega had saved Isaac from injury had walked him through a panic attack and never brought it up. The omega could have told everyone just how pathetic the blond lacrosse player was, but he didn’t. He didn’t say anything. Then at the party instead of just leaving him to defend himself, Stiles had fought for him! Twice.

“Isaac?” Derek tried to snap the blond back into focus, the alpha’s arm was viney with black as he pulled the pain from the thin omega. Isaac could see Stiles’ ribs and guilt twisted in his gut remembering how he had once kicked him while he was tying his shoes. He had kicked him hard enough it probably cracked a rib, and he had laughed. He wiped at his eyes and nodded.

“Bag right. Sorry.”

“I’m oh-k. I’m fine.” Stiles melted into the alpha’s touch. “That’s better than ibuprofen.”

Isaac found the bag, he carried it obedient to Derek hearing the clattering of pill bottles and rattle of tablets. “I’ll get some water or gatorade? Stiles do you want juice instead?”

The omega was drowsy, “Huh? Where did nurse Ratched go?”

“She’s long gone. Jackson kicked her out. I think he may have even thrown her out physically.”

The omega giggled, whimpering when Derek removed his hand, the alpha quickly returned his hand.

“Stiles, I need to check to see if you pulled the stiches. First I’m going to give you a pain pill.”

“No. I hate the medication. It makes me sleep too much. I’m fine. Please don’t touch the bandage it hurts-”

“It hurts because it’s healing Stiles and you moved too fast getting off the bed. You need a pain pill. “ Derek kept his voice even, but omega huffed, eyes still closed, “Can’t you keep the wolfy touch thing? I-I don’t. I’m sorry do you hate touching me? I know-”

“Stiles.” Derek looked hurt, Isaac could see it, he opened the bag needing something to do. “There were pain pills, two types and anxiety medication. He knew these ones so well because he had the same prescription. It wasn’t a new bottle, he could see that by the date on the bottle. More guilt, how many panic attacks had they caused? Why? Why had he taken his anger out on Stiles? Jealous, the kid was smart he was always doing better than Isaac in every class they shared.

Stiles was quick with answers, he had a father that loved him. At least Isaac assumed so, remembering how Mr. Stilinski used to pick him up and drop him off at school, how Stiles mother had once come to the school to drop off a lunch box that Stiles had left at home. Isaac had just seen her that one time and he had watched as she knelt down and kissed the dark haired boy’s head. She was smiling, her scent was sweet but not overly so. She wore a white dress with red roses swirling in a repeated pattern. Stiles had been angry and told her to go home that she shouldn’t have come. Isaac hated the boy for that, his mother looked ready to cry but she just continued to pet the boy’s hair.

She had wished Stiles a good rest of the day and hugged him. Isaac didn’t have a mother his mother had died or bailed who knows and his father always blamed him. He had blamed him with his fists and his angry words that carried a heavier scent. And Stilinski had both parents. Isaac had felt jealous and angry at that age he never understood it. Watching the small kid, Isaac had later knocked the lunch box from Stiles’ hands and Derek had waved it over the kid’s head. Instructing him to jump for it, while the rest of the group laughed.

Realization hit him now, that was the first and last time Isaac saw the omega’s mother, and now he knew why. She died, Mr. Whittemore had told Jackson that Stiles’ mother had died. He never said how.

That evil bitch Jennifer had said something but Isaac thought he was dreaming. “Just like mommy sent to the grave by an Argent!” what had she meant? Isaac tried to remember more but he snapped back to Derek, the alpha was struggling to keep Stiles calm.

Isaac realized his own anxiety was feeding into the omega’s and he hated himself for being so weak. “Stiles.” Isaac placed his hand on the omega's exposed shoulder, the shirt Stiles was wearing was Derek’s, the lacrosse warm up shirt was way too big and hung off the omega’s shoulder. There was bruising around the bond mark but no other marks trailing down the delicate collar bone and pale skin that lead further down. Isaac blushed as he arranged the bigger t-shirt, glad the alpha was too busy digging through the bag.

Stiles made a face as did Isaac the smell of copper, blood and dirt filtered up both the beta and omega grew tense. Dere had already climbed off the bed so Isaac was quick to act. “Sssh. Stiles. It’s alright. You’re safe. Just concentrate on my voice. You’re safe, you’re not alone. We are all here. Remember you said that to me

“Sorry, I wrapped my clothes in a plastic bag but I guess it still stinks. I’ll throw them out, let me just set up your medication. So later Stiles is more aware of what he needs to take. First, Stiles take this pill. “

Stilesfrowned trying to remember anything before the stabbing even the night of, it was all a blur. He wanted to remember everything but it made his chest tight and head ache, he t he opened his eyes wide, Derek was placing a pill to his hand. Isaac was holding a bottle of water, both watched him silently.

Stiles fought the panic and it was Isaac speaking in a calm tone, “Safe.” his words were saying and Derek’s scent was close the omega mechanically took the pill and drank the water someone was sitting him on his side so he could drink slowly. He tensed feelin air on his shoulder but Isaac had pulled his shirt up adjusting it once more careful not to touch his bond mark.

The blond, looked nervous and Stiles took his hand in his own, forgetting that Derek had disappeared from sight, not hearing the sound of running water indicating someone was washing their hands and putting gloves on. Isaac was telling Stiles something, and the omega wondered if the blond had always possessed such sad blue eyes. The omega could feel the guilt from the other party, knew that some things between them could not be forgiven and at the same time some things between them could never be forgotten.

“I wanted to tell you thanks. That night. What you did. You saved me, but even after beating some guy three times your size, you put my shoes on Stiles, fixed my shirt and my pants.” The blond was holding the warm hand, his own going clammy. “I was so scared. I couldn’t move even with the drug starting to wear off.”

“Sssh.” Stiles squeezed the hand holding his, Derek pulled the bandage off just as he had been shown, and glanced at Isaac urging him to continue, Jackson had silently come into the room washing his hands hastily helping his friend by holding out the saline and sterile gauze to dab at the moisture. His hands trembled slightly hearing Isaac retell his story. Stiles held Isaac’s sad blue eyes with his own, there was no judgment, no pity no there was something else.

“How dare they. It wasn’t your fault. None of that. That bastard was a thief and he deserved every inch of the beat down he received. Don’t feel ashamed. Stiles gripped the hand, “You are never what happens to you.” Something he always whispered to himself when he was at his loneliest. Look at Isaac he has friends, a new family to love him. Stiles heard Jennifer call Isaac an orphan and there were rumors about the beta’s crazy abusive father. Stiles hated pity so he refused to give it in return. There was the fog, of the pain pill he cursed his weak immune system, he grumbled.

“I hate pain pills.” Stiles whined.

“Sssh, It’s done just don’t move too quickly Stiles, you agitated the stitches, you’re healing but it’s still slow. Stop trying to fight everyone.” Derek sighed.

Isaac felt Stiles’ grip loosen, “I don’t want this. I want to see my dad. Why hasn’t he come to see me? Is he still mad at me? Tell him I’m sorry.”

Isaac watched a tear slip past the closed lids and Jackson flinched looking away confused, he was always confused when it came to emotions more complex than the ones he was used to. Later he would call Lydia and talk to her she was smart she knew just what to say.

Derek didn’t look at anyone instead he pulled the gloves off pulling his old lacrosse shirt down he thanked Isaac quietly and colmbed fingers through the soft brown hair of his mate. Swearing he would be better, he would try harder to show his mate he loved him, he was unworthy of Stiles but he would try to at least be better. He needed to talk to the Sheriff, if that was what Stiles wanted then dammit the alpha would make it happen no matter what it cost him.

As for the nurse and doctors Derek was feeling suspicious of anyone at this point, remembering his brother’s near brush with death due to a hospital “mishap” but looking back was that even a mishap or was there something more going on? That nurse couldn’t be right. His sister’s would never leave like that. There was so much more going on and Derek was out of the loop, He couldn’t leave this room for another four days, but maybe the Sheriff or Mr. Whittemore could come into the room. Would it upset Stiles? Maybe, but the omega deserved to know what was going on with the family he was now apart of. They were on equal grounds no secrets, misunderstanding led to all of this. Derek could at least start on mending some of these before the two moved forward.

Isaac stayed with Stiles pulling the soft red throw blanket up over the softly snoring younger boy, he glanced at Derek and Jackson. Both alphas had a very determined look.

“Dad said the Sheriff isn’t allowed anywhere near Stiles there’s a temporary restraining order. There were bruises and old wounds that the doctor brought into question.”

Derek nodded, “If it’s the cuts, we already talked about that. His dad doesn’t even know as for the bruises that bastard Mccall caused the ones on Stiles’ upper arms. That’s why Cora headbutted him in the cafeteria. I didn’t know it until later. Then again, Mccall tried to say I did it, but I saw him grab Stiles in the hall. Stiles fell to his knees and sobbed holding his arm. It was the one he uh, he heals slow and it was the arm from the accident but the other bruises had to be from Mccall. We fought in the nurse's office.“

“That’s the thing Mccall told the police he saw Stiles’ bruises in the nurse’s office and thought it was you.” Jackson said this carefully and Derek growled low.

“I would never hurt him-”

Isaac and Jackson both winced before Derek could finish not meeting the alpha's hurt look.

“That’s not fair! We all have a past with him. I just threatened him in the hospital I would have never gone through with it. I was just trying to get over the shock of finding out I was his soulmate. And the whole car accident that need I remind you YOUR MATE caused. “ Derek shivered thinking of Sitles now in a hospital bed curled up in pain afraid. Or how he had been hanging in his seat bruised and bleeding.

Derek had pulled him out, he was the first one to touch Stiles to hold him and lay him on the grass. What feelings did he have then? God he was an idiot, he was a piece of sh*t that deserved everyone’s judgment. He remembered Cora’s accusations, Stiles had been in that hospital for hours waiting on his father.

“I know. I know. It’s just. I’m a hypocrite. Alright we all are. Let’s just find a way to fill in the holes my dad seems to think something big is going on. He was on the phone with Stiles’ father he said it feels fixed. But I don’t know man, I’m just a teenager okay, my biggest worry has been what color of sneakers to wear to school every day. “

Derek nodded, “It was easier when it was just lacrosse and Theo’s parties.”

“What if his dad is hurting him? Letting the Sheriff come here might do more harm than good.” Isaac added, he made both alphas jump.

“Stiles isn’t like that. He is stronger than you think.” Derek recalled how the kid had fought off that attacker that tried to take Brandon. “I saw him shoot a f*cking guy in the balls with a tranquilizer gun. He can be terrifying.”

“Now that’s a story I’d like to hear.” Jackson looked over at the sleeping figure, “I’ll um call my dad. Maybe he has the Sheriff’s number, the Sheriff has been temporarily relieved of duty.”

“This may just be a career ender.” Derek murmured thinking of the older alpha. He had thanked Derek for saving his son that night of the accident, he didn’t sound like a man who hated his son. Even when he was yelling he was more shaken then anything, and perhaps he wasn’t the best father but when he was a father that loved his child. Derek remembered how the man had lunged at him after finding out about the forced bond.

Derek suddenly needed to talk to Mccall, even if they weren’t on talking terms. His mate having been related to that crazy bitch Jennifer. The Sheriff’s office was suspicious that the Argents had something to do with this but when his mother ordered all Argents rounded up Jackson said that Edwina Hale had halted the order talking directly to the council. Instead they questioned the local Argents that had always been true to the peace treaty signed centuries ago. Jennifer was found to be acting under her own adopted parent’s orders. Poor girl was misguided. Was what Jackson had repeated word for word, something he didn’t seem to believe.

Edwina was now head of the Hale pack until Derek was old enough to take over, that’s when he turned eighteen. In a year, in a year he would be expected to properly mate with his omega despite Stiles’ young age and produce another heir. Derek felt sick, this was his grandmother’s old views. He was always secure in his mother’s position that the idea of mating and starting a family was something he would be allowed to put off for years.

This was another choice they would take from Stiles, and Derek was going to fight it, he would fight all of it. He needed his mother and uncles’ names to be cleared. He didn’t even know what the hell the charges were yet. Jackson said he would find out, the alpha was warming back up to Derek and he felt as if their friendship was becoming more than just shallow acquaintances. It was developing into more of a pack like bond.

“I’ll text Erica and Boyd and let them know how you two are doing they’ve been bugging me since you left the hospital. They’ve wanted to come visit but hang back not wanting to crowd or overwhelm the both of you.”

Derek smiled slowly, “I’ll text them I’ve been trying to text my family and no ones answered. I didn’t even think about anyone else.”

“It’s okay we’ve kept them informed on Stiles’ condition. Everyone is worried about you two. New bond and all.” Isaac blushed again.

“What do you think about Mccall?” Jackson sighed, “I mean he did help us stock up on all Stiles’ favorite things, the video games and movies, the books on the bookshelf he even dropped off a pile of comics. I just brought them up when you were yelling at the idiot nurse. He and Allison were cleared by the cops but I was there, you saw how Stiles had said Jennifer lured him out with Scott’s phone. No way that idiot didn’t know what his mate was up to. We all heard her call Stiles a slu*t in the cafeteria.”

Derek shook his head, “No. As much as I want to blame it on someone I think that crazy bitch Jennifer did it all on her own. Or rather without Allison to help. Mccall and Allison showed up to my house that night, they both wanted to see Stiles and refused to leave. They actually accused me of leaving bruises-” Derek frowned as if piecing something together. “It’s weird, Mccall was sure I was the one hurting Stiles. Her refused to leave until he saw Stiles for himself, and the Sheriff was arguing with my uncle. Stiles wouldn’t let his dad into our room. My idiot cousin the doctor had just looked Stiles over said he would live. He told me to give my omega room I shouldn’t spoil him by allowing him to be so clingy. Stiles by then had locked himself in the room we figured out he had climbed out of his room from the balcony.”. Derek shivered recalling yet another unwanted memory. He would have to keep a better eye on this crazy, brave clever omega.

“Cora told me Scott had been texting about Stiles needing to help him talk to Allison. To convince her the two were just friends. Allison was confused, because Scott had lost his phone. If she had stolen it I would have detected a lie. That’s why we had all gone to that party, why I texted you and the others. Why the Sheriff was on our asses. I got there in time to see Stiles climbing out of yet another damn balcony. The rest you know.”

Derek’s hands were shaking, he shoved them in his pocket out of sight, that night would give him nightmares till the end of his days.

Jackson reached out and put a grounding hand on his friend’s shoulder squeezing, then an arm around Isaac’s waist and squeezing him closer. “Do you think he remembers anything?” Jackson asked slowly having an idea he knew Derek would disagree with.

“We can’t ask him it would upset him.”

“It may-” Isaac started slowly “but what if there's something we missed. I barely remember anything it’s mostly a blur mostly but you saw those guys with Jennifer. They had a plan and we obviously ruined it. I don’t think it was some simple jealousy plan. Sure she wanted to be Derek’s next mate but those guys they boasting about how proud their alphas were going to be. LIke they would receive a promotion.” Isaac shivered.

Derek thought of the dream he had with his mate, the way he found his mate in a dream. Stiles had chattered about a lot of things some Derek vaguely remembered, due to his wolf just wanting to be close to his mate enjoying his scent and the sound of his voice. He had said something about little red riding hood and the alpha felt as if the words were at the tip of his tongue.

“Fine. Let Mccall and Allison visit but we ask Stiles first.” Derek growled. “He has a choice in everything. “ The alpha sighed, “Even if he makes the wrong ones sometimes we have to respect his requests and decisions. “

~0~

Stiles felt warm and protected in this nest with Derek behind him he should feel nervous but it felt like a giant blanket of warmth and muscle. The omega blushed, it was night the clock over Derek’s shoulder showed it was 1 am in red numbers. The small adjoining bathroom light was left on to allow some light reach the still unfamiliar room.

He wondered what woke him up, he was having a rather nice dream, or rather it was a memory of baking cookies with his mother. Her face was had started to slip away from him over the years but recently he felt as if he remembered her more clearly. Recalling the bond he had made with another, that other person had fed memories to him, seeing her through someone else’s eyes was different but he could see that whomever was giving him this gift of memory loved Claudia.

His heart felt heavy for the person, there was even a memory of watching her stand in her wedding dress with a very young Noah Stilinski. Stiles put a hand to his chest he held back the pain that he knew was not his. That person felt so much regret over misunderstandings and lost time. He glanced at Derek his face was pinched and his breathing was off.

The alpha was wearing a red lacrosse t-shirt and black sweatpants with the BHS running down the legs in white letters.

Stiles frowned realizing he was wearing a red lacrosse shirt as well, not remembering changing into it. He took a deep breath he smelled like Derek, and he had a feeling this was Derek’s shirt he was wearing. A soft growl almost whimper brought him out of his trailing thoughts, he slowly sat up, feeling Derek’s arm around his waist tighten. The alpha was mindful of Stile’s wound even now, and the omega wasn’t sure how he felt about all of this.

Stiles studied Derek’s pinched face in the glow of the dimly lit room, he was handsome. He had always been handsome, he would probably age slowly and his strong jawline and scowly eyebrows would remain his most prominent feature. That and those eyes, as long as they weren’t narrowed on a person like a predator does to prey.

Stiles wondered suddenly what Derek Hale would have nightmares about? He kept to himself and let Stiles just do whatever in the room. Not that Stiles had the urge to leave the room, he was still jumpy at the idea of being in Jackson’s home, Carolyn had yet to come to their room and he was getting nervous. Derek couldn’t leave for another three days, the two had to remain close. Stiles was starting to realize Derek never reached for him he waited as if for permission for Stiles to put a hand on his arm or allow an arm around his waist. Except when they slept, Stiles was starting to get used to the idea of waking up and not being alone. There was a protective arm around him always. And it felt as if the nightmares that usually plagued his dreams had suddenly been turned off like a switch.

His thoughts went back to the alpha at his side, he was frowning in his sleep a slight sweat broke out over his forehead. Was this a nightmare? What could the alpha be afraid of, he had everything, friends, family, status. Alright maybe he didn’t have everything instead of an omega he picked he was stuck with Stiles.

Stiles curiously tested their bond, dropping his defenses, suddenly a tidal wave of emotions hit him. Guilt, sadness, loss, fear, anger and one Stiles knew all too well but would never associate with Derek. It was loneliness.

The omega moved closer but slowly, taking even breaths trying not to be overwhelmed by the emotions. He put a hand out to gently and slowly to run fingers through the dark hair resting now at his hip. His touch had the desired effect, the larger body seemed to melt under his touch, a deep shuddered breath released from Derek.

Stiles felt it, his alpha was closed off from his family, Carolyn had refused to even look at him let alone visit their room since the beginning of this ordeal. His mother isn't answering her phone, neither was uncle Peter. Cora and Laura had run away and weren’t answering his desperate texts. He was always surrounded by friends and family and now he was alone, closed off. Stiles was still angry but he understood these feelings.

He could feel a calming start to move over the bond from Stiles’ end, and the wolf on the other end relaxed snuggling closer to Stiles’ hip. The omega’s cheeks burned bright red at such close intimacy. “Get it together Stiles it’s all instinct!” he whispered to himself.

Derek grunted hearing the omegas distress but Stiles calmed him once more by running his hands through the thick black hair.

Stiles allowed himself to drift back to sleep, finding himself in a familiar clearing. He heard his name coming from just behind the trees that circled the clearing. He hesitated from leaving the safety and warmth of this place but the urgency was there. It sounded like Derek, and Scott. Were they in trouble? Were they fighting?

Stiles glanced at the grass around him remembering the big comfortable black wolf, where was he?

“Scott!? Derek?” The omega hurried forward pushing through the trees, away from the light into the dark.

He was standing on the grass, the moon bright above him, people were arguing and fighting. He found himself there again on that lawn at that party. Things were a little hazy to him, that night was a blur but watching as a spectator was mind blowing.

“Derek?” Stiles could see how the alpha was standing glaring down at a person in his trunk.

“You don’t f*cking touch him again! I’m not going to kill you! I’m going to let his father decide what to do with you.“ he growled slamming a trunk down. Stiles could see how the alpha’s claws dug into the expensive paint job, he was shaking with anger trying to pull his wolf back in. “They almost raped him, they were trying to rape him.” Derek whispered to himself, “If I kill them it will be too soon, they need to be taken to the sheriff Stiles needs justice. Isaac is ok. He needs justice.”

Then Stiles could see himself, it was so surreal, he was holding Issac up, and though the beta was taller than him he looked so much more vulnerable and almost fragile.

Stiles felt anger boil up, realizing it was a mixture of his own and someone else's.

“Stiles! You’re safe!” Derek was moving slowly towards the two figures cradled between the two cars.

The omega could see his own wild look, the way his eyes darted between the figures closing in on him and the anxious beta. Then this alternate Stiles was shaking his dark head glaring down the alpha in front of him. He didn’t know that he could be so protective it was almost embarrassing seeing how he held Isaac to him ready to fight anyone that got too close.

“I’m not going back there, I don’t want to go anywhere near that house or your family.”

“Stiles you’re in shock!” Derek had his hands up he was trying to inch closer, he halted his actions and Stiles could see how the words caused the alpha to flinch as if slapped.

“Stop Derek he said he wasn’t going back! I’ll take him to my house.” Scott was panting, Allison was with him and her shoulder was bleeding. The two looked like they’d been rolling in the dirt, Stiles watched in morbid fascination as his friend tried to step closer to Stiles, eyes flashing his hands out reaching.

“f*ck off Derek!” Isaac was growling, his focus was steady on Isaac and Stiles could see as well as feel the alphas concern. As much as he hated Jackson he could see he was being protective of Isaac but not just Isaac. Oh man, this was a dream because no way Jackson would ever feel protective of Stiles. Maybe he was taking a cue from Isaac, the beta was clinging to Stiles drunkenly, trembling visibly. “Scott you can’t protect yourself let alone a weakling like Stiles.”

Well I guess that was one way to sound protective, the omega rolled his eyes, something catching his attention. Jennifer she was pulling something out from behind her back, where the hell did she have that stored this whole time? Her angry glare was focused on Isaac like this whole thing was his fault.

Stiles ignored the whole argument unfolding he yelled for Isaac as he was taken by surprise, she was going to hurt him. The lying bitch, the way her eyes shown reflecting in the moon’s light, almost just as bright as the blade so close to Isaac’s adam’s apple.

Stiles watched himself take a step forward, Isaac was trembling telling him not to, Jackson looked so helpless, no one was moving.

Stiles didn’t remember this, not really any of it but he was watching like any spectator, his eyes were on Derek, Allison threw the star and it was struck away by the knife. Stiles fell forward ducking down, Jennifer easily sidestepped a tackle by Allison and instead focused on Isaac.

That bitch could hold a grudge, Stiles watched as Jackson cried out, his whole body propelled forward with an absolute helpless look of resignation. He knew he was going to be too late, he knew it but he still tried. Stiles knew this, he would do the same for his own friend slash brother. That’s what Isaac and Jackson were they were assholes sure but they loved each other like brothers. Stiles recognized this and he respected it. He watched everyone’s face focused on the blond. Except Derek, Derek was pushing forward he had yelled for Stiles, maybe he read Stiles’ actions before the omega had even registered what he was going to do.

It was odd from this angel, like a ghost the omega stood close to the alpha watching his face lose all color, shock taking affect and both hands trembling clamping to his side. At first Stiles thought it was his alpha that had been stabbed or hurt and he whimpered wanting to wake up. However the look of confusion was heartbreaking as some slow truth dawned on the alpha that searched his clean hands. The alpha was expecting blood or something perhaps a knife’s handle buried into his side. Instead he was on his feet eyes watery and focused on the figure leaning against the expensive charger.

No one moved, and Stiles tilted his head watching himself once more, he looked smaller. Was that really how he looked in comparison to everyone else, why were they so tall. Even that bitch Jennifer was taller than him, by the way Allison had an impressive hold on her cousin.

Stiles was remembering something, something Jennifer had said when she drove that knife in, except this wasn’t his dream. He watched Derek run forward how he caught Stiles before he hit the ground,with the grace of a football player. No fumble, his words were pleading, they were demanding. Scott had removed his shirt Allison was being pulled off her cousin by deputies. Stiles wanted to yell at them, they were handcuffing her, they took Scott away too!

Dad was yelling, he was confused but Derek and Jackson were putting Stiles in a car, they were carrying him away, Derek was begging, he was demanding Stiles to stay awake to keep his eyes open. It was so confusing, Jackson was praising Stiles for saving Isaac, he was answering Stiles’ slurred words.

Derek promised to buy Stiles a thousand more hoodies if he just stayed awake, the alternate Stiles watched the pain being taken away. He watched as the two blood stained alphas refused to leave the omega. Derek followed the stretcher into a room with a heavy metal door. Then Stiles was watching Derek.

He was being pulled away, he looked pale and lost that Stiles stopped himself from reaching out to touch him. His uncle Peter took Derek’s place, and the omega realized they were pulling his pain away.

He could hear his father and Melissa yelling just outside the room and then recognized Deaton as he approached.

The monitors were singing, and Derek looked ready to faint or puke, he had a hand on his chest.

“NO!” Stiles returned to the conversation looking away from his motionless figure, what a weird thing to see himself laying there looking dead.

“It’s his choice! Do you understand! It should be his choice, I’ll be taking this from him!” Derek ran a hand through his hair. Stiles really did think the alpha was ready to puke.

“Make a decision! And quick!” The doctor snarled starting chest compressions. “We are losing him!”

Stiles wanted to tell the doctor to shut up, he was making Derek anxious, and it was giving Stiles a stomach ache. The omega ignored how they were beating on his chest, well the other him. He remembered his sore throat after waking up later, so that tube explained a lot.

Derek was on his knees his head down hands pulling at his hair, “He’ll hate me.” He whispered and Stiles took a step back, Uncle Peter put a hand on his nephew’s broad back.

“He’ll die Derek, if you don’t.” Red eyes flashed at red, and Stiles could see the pain in Derek’s face. He had streaks where tears had cleaned the dirt away and his resolve was weak but it was there, he nodded closing his eyes briefly before standing.

Stiles hated this he wanted to throw something at the doctor’s, wanted to shout angrily. They had taken their choice from them. They had stolen their lives, or whatever they would have decided. Derek’s mouth wasn’t moving but Stiles could hear his words, his apologies, his vow to make it up to Stiles every day until he dies.

Accepting that he would be hated for the rest of his life but Stiles would be alive. The omega took a step back hearing his father’s continued shouts from behind the closed doors. A nurse had swung the door open coming in with bandages and he caught sight of Derek’s friends all standing looking so lost, and Scott stood back confused. There were Deputies taking his dad away and then doors closed once more.

Stiles heard Derek’s savage growl after he bit down, Stiles gasped sitting up coughing and shaking.

“Sssh. Stiles. Stiles, it was a dream. Just a bad dream you’re okay. You’re okay.” Derek’s voice was strained but he was holding Stiles to him, the omega sobbed uncontrollably.

These bastards playing with people’s lives, toying with their future like they were just pawns on some giant f*cking chess board.

His trembling hands were clutching to the soft t-shirt the alpha was wearing and Stiles pulled himself closer to the alpha needing to be near his scent taking deep pulls of the calming scent.

Derek’s hand was cradling the back of his head, his other rubbing circles into his back. The omega was trembling uncontrollably.

“Stiles, sssh. Are you in pain? I’ve got you. No one can hurt you here. I have you. I won't let them ever hurt you again.”

‘ Who will protect you?’ Stiles thought to himself sadly.

“You should have let me die. Why didn’t you let me die. No one would miss me” Stiles sobbed feeling the alpha suddenly stiffen.

“No. Stiles no! You don’t ever say that. You are worth ten of me. You make everything better just being there. It’s me who should have died, I should have been there to take that knife. You are so brave and clever. So clever. Please. Just don’t ever say that again. I-I’ll die too if you die. Bond or no bond. I’ll die too. I’ll die too.”

Stiles pulled away glancing up at the alpha holding him gently, Derek’s eyes were squeezed shut, and the omega tried their bond feeling the flood of strong emotions. Protectiveness, fear, and something he wasn’t familiar with but Stiles would think about it later. He instead remembered the few moments in their past were they had cuddled silently just enjoying the quiet. Or the fun exchange of banter, those text messages had been real. Before things started to snowball downhill. Stiles took a deep breath, still aware the alpha was so focused on trying to convince Stiles of his worth that he hadn't realized the omega was studying him.

The big idiot hadn’t even realized that Stiles opened their bond he needed to know the truth of whatever this was. Be it instinct or biology, or maybe something else. He held onto hope, the small things the alpha had done for him leading up to this. Sure there were bad things, Stiles could hold onto that later, but right now he wanted to know if they were even compatible. The alpha had begged him to not die, and that was before their bond.

It started as a slow nuzzle, Stiles rubbed his cheek against the apha’s coarse unshaven chin. He took a deep breath and nipped on the alpha’s chin, there still wasn’t a response or at least one Stiles wanted. The alpha instead had only pulled Stiles closer thinking the omega was still lost in his dream needing comfort. This feel of protectiveness and warmth pushed Stiles more, like a challenge. He wondered if there was more there, under the guilt, under the pain, the sense of obligation, duty and the loneliness.

He felt something flare in the red ribbon representing their bond, and when his lips connected with unsuspecting alpha’s. Stiles had never kissed before, he was sure from watching countless romcoms, and maybe the notebook once or twice. Don’t judge, he got the jist, lips pressing against lips, he could do that. However he had not prepared himself for the electricity behind such intimacy. When his soft lips moved over Derek’s slightly chapped ones there was an energy that flickered invisibly between them. Or maybe he imagined it, he felt the tug on his bond, and with his eyes closed he could see the deep red ribbon light up like lava.

He took a deep breath, feeling the alpha hesitate not from rejection or disgust but more from shock. His eyes were wide open, and Stiles held the alpha’s face between his two hands and it was the alpha who Stiles’ body relaxed on top of the alpha’s. How did he get on top? Derek’s body tensed he opened his mouth running thick pointed tongue’s tip to trace over Stiles’ less prepared. The omega gasped allowing entrance, their tongues danced. Stiles’ more hesitant and clumsy but Derek deepened the kiss, welcoming, coaxing Stiles’ small wet tongue into his own mouth. The alpha sucked down and Stiles caught his breath once more. Hands were in his hair, then he realized he was rolling his hips downwards. The feeling through the bond was pure pleasure, he could feel what he was doing to the alpha and at the same time feel what was being done to him. He had only meant to kiss Derek, but what was this?

Hands were under his shirt, his own twisted into the alpha beneath him, then a phone’s alarm went off and the alpha pulled his head back breaking the kiss with a moan.

Stiles groaned blinking down at a mystified face, Derek was looking up at Stiles as if he had been presented with a birthday present a day early. Unsure if it was real, Stiles could feel the alpha tap their bond, shuddering when he felt a tug back.

“Why would you have an alarm for five am?” Stiles broke the silence, squinting at the clock over to Derek’s side of the bed. The orangish red numbers flashed five am, Derek’s alarm on his phone fell silent.

“It’s time for your pain pill.” Derek half whispered running a tongue over his lips.

This brought Stiles’ attention and focus on the movement remembering what it felt like to have the alpha’s tongue in his mouth. “Oh.” Stiles replied not ready to be released or to release the alpha. He laid his head down against the older boy’s chest, hearing the galloping heart just behind the muscled and bone. He was glad Derek couldn’t see the blush he was feeling spread from his cheeks clear to his toes, Derek’s hand was still under Stiles’ shirt. One rested with a thumb just an inch away from Stiles’ puckered nipple, and the other very low on Stiles’ back. He could feel something very hard against his thigh and was very aware that he had something equally as embarrassing resting against a nicely toned stomach.

Stiles took another deep breath enjoying the mix of their scents, realizing he probably wasn’t in any pain because Derek had his large warm hand near Stiles’ wound and had most likely been checking if he was in pain.

This was amazing that the alpha still maintained a f*cking hot as hell kissing technique all the while making sure the omega was comfortable. There was warmth in the bond, warmth, affection and arousal, from both ends well no sh*t he didn’t need to be psychic to know that they were both aroused. Stiles smiled to himself, he moved to make himself more comfortable and the alpha’s hands shot downwards to hold the omega’s hips still.

“Stiles, uh. Please don’t move around too much. I’m-I. That is I need a minute.” Stiles would have worried about the gruff tone but he could feel something in their bond. And when he closed his eyes he thought he heard the faint echo of math equations. He started to giggle, Derek Hale was embarrassed and definitely trying to talk his erection down.

“What’s so funny?” Derek pushed his head back into the pillows exhaling heavily, only to groan painfully, the this action forced his hips upwards having the opposite effect of what he intended.

Stiles bit his kiss swollen lips, was he taking advantage of Derek? The alpha had been pulled from a nightmare and suddenly they were making out. Stiles could feel the rock hard length against his thigh and it only made his own weep with want. Was this a bad idea with stitches and a fragile bond? Yes, definitely yes, but tell a hormonal teenager that.

“Sorry.” Stiles squirmed innocently appearing as if he was trying to make himself comfortable. Derek was holding his breath, his hands trying to be gentle but he kept Stiles’ hips still. It felt good to be touched Stiles watched the apha beneath him close his eyes and try to even his breathing.

“Sorry, am I crushing you?” Stiles asked shyly, Derek grunted when Stiles rolled his hips downward. The alpha shook his head and Stiles was glad Derek had his eyes closed.

“I better get that pill for you-” Derek groaned Stiles continued to supply friction. “Stiles?” The alpha caught his breath.

“Derek.” Stiles moaned breathlessly.

“Stiles, oh god. We can’t your stitches. Just let me-”

The omega felt drunk with power, the alpha was unable to move away but his phone alarm went off once more refusing to be ignored and the warm pressure disappeared. Derek had shifted out from under the smaller boy slowly and almost hesitantly.

Stiles felt his cheeks flush when a warm hand reached out to gently cup the side of his face, offering a water bottle and then a hated pink pill.

“I-I’m sorry Stiles. If I was inappropropriate right now. It’s no excuse I was half asleep-”

Stiles grinned taking a sip of the water swallowing the pill, he winced briefly, maybe moving around had been a bad idea.

“I should look at that-”

“No. It’s fine.And just now, that. That wasn’t all you. I may have initiated it. Anyway. Goodnight Sourwolf.” Stiles said this in the same tone he would be telling someone about the weather. The very confused alpha was caught off guard he didn’t know how to reply. He just stared with his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water before replying.

“Uh, um. Goodnight then.”

Derek switched the bedside lamp off and slowly climbed into bed next to the omega, his body was stiff. Stiles almost felt sorry for Derek, it was going to be a long night, whereas the omega already felt the warmth and security helping the drugs push him right back into a deep sleep. His last memory was of a blanket being pulled over his smaller body and arms holding him against a solid chest.

Chapter 11: fill to me the parting glass

Chapter Text

Noah glared at Peter from behind bars. “I posted your bail idiot, and I have a surprise for you. Two actually.” The Sheriff waited for Parish to unlock the cell where a brooding alpha had been pacing. The now suspended Sheriff wore his street clothes jeans and a brown and black flannel.

“Oh god, hell is really freezing over! Take me now!” Peter tossed his head back and reached his arms to the ceiling. Parish shook his head and whispered something to the Sheriff that made the man nod and embrace the younger deputy.

“We’re all on your side sir.” Parish had said and dammit that made Noah proud and scared at the same time. Someone had gone out of their way to gather this kind of daming information on him. They even had his son’s school record’s, a nurse at the school had made notes on Stile’s anxiety attacks and how they had tried to reach the Sheriff, that was a lie. He had yet to recieve any calls from the school.

The principal, secretary and vice principal all had similar things to say about Noah, anyone who didn’t know him would think him a true monster. He loved his son! He loved him, and Stiles never gave him any trouble he was diligent and good natured. He had Claudia’s eyes, her heart and her face. So much so those early days after she passed it was hard to even look at his own son.

And now he was alone again, but he wouldn’t go down without a fight! This whole thing was stinking, he needed help. And Peter had been his allie these last nine years, he was the werewolf council’s liaison and was always able to get through any red tape. Because as a deputy then later Sheriff the alpha had come up against a lot of red f*cking tape.

He knew that Peter Hale was just as eager to rip these omega traffickers to pieces to see them all burn for what they stand for and what their attempt on Adam’s life. Talia Hale’s omega, that day, Noah pushed it away he didn’t want to remember that day. He never wanted to remember that day.

Still Peter Hale didn’t exactly like him and the feeling was mutual. There was a mutual respect but Peter had narrowed eyes that held judgment and something else he never understood.

Talia f*cking Hale, all of these Hales were a pain in Noah’s ass especially the one now leaving the cell looking exhausted and lost. Of course he would be feeling lost the alpha was separated from his young wife and infant. However Noah had an idea where they were and Peter would have to trust him.

“I need to see my wife and child.” Peter glared at Parish and then Noah.

“I don’t know where she is Peter.” Noah shrugged lost “And I’ve tried! “

Parish shook his head “You need to follow the rules of your bail and not further harass the prosecutor or the omega protective services officers including the social worker. “

“f*ck you Parish, I won't be talked down to by some pup! That mutt came into that room stinking of my mate’s scent of anxiety and fear. He had that fist to the face coming!” Parish didn’t rise to the insult, he knew well enough that the alpha was just wanting his child and wife back. The Hellhound was single but he was old enough to know what seperation did to a bond. He’d seen it over the years when some of his married colleagues were more temperamental and anxious.

He just waved the boss through (because he was the boss f*ck anyone saying different), now the sheriff took a firm hold on the Peter’s arm. “Come on Peter stop trying to intimidate the nice officers with your scent. “

The two were outside and Peter reluctantly climbed into the truck he rolled his eyes when he realized they weren’t going anywhere until he locked his seatbelt in place.

“So I assume you have a plan.” Peter crossed his arms over his chest.

“Yes, but first I’m picking up dinner for us and we’ll talk. So sit tight.”

“And the surprise? You weren’t lying when you said you don’t know where Carolyn and Malia are. So-”

“I’ll tell you when we get to my house.”

The alpha just rolled his eyes and sighed glaring straight ahead, “I hardly recognized you without your uniform.” Peter grumbled. “It’s weird.”

“I know right. Feels weird. Stiles would always say-” the silence felt heavy in the truck and no one spoke until the alpha went through the drive through at the local burger place one he and Stiles would go to. On rare occasions, because his son restricted his artery clogging foods to near nothing. How often had Stiles made vegetarian lasagna, or sugar free desserts? His son was a good cook, and he kept the house looking clean and kept. He took Claudia’s role and somehow Noah had taken that for granted. His son, had learned to cook at such a young age, he had used a chair to reach into the washer to do laundry at seven.

He was a sh*tty father, he needed to find his son, the same one he ignored and neglected to protect. They had taken him from the Sheriff, in more ways than one. He quickly ordered food through the drive through, enough to feed a small army.

“I won’t be eating that much.” Peter grumbled irritated by the sacks of greasy food piled in his lap.

“Me either, as much as I love fast food I can feel my arteries clogging just looking at this. But some people are just stress eaters.”

The Sheriff pulled up to his home he didn’t have to say anything to his guest, the brooding wolf that Claudia had used to call Creeperwolf for some reason, one he had refused to be jealous over.

Anyway, the brooding wolf’s ears perked up and his stance was less tense he almost dropped the food in his arms when the Sheriff opened the door directing him to take the bags to the kitchen table.

Peter dumped the food and as the front door closed two teenage girls had come running at him. His beautiful nieces. He was nearly knocked back from the force of their hugs. Laura and Cora squeezed him back and he took deep pulls of their scent, their pack scent. He missed it and it anchored him, it seemed they needed the same from him. He pulled away, hearing Noah getting plates ready as well as putting out the drinks that were ordered with the food.

Peter couldn’t believe how he had missed the fact that the food was ordered and extra drinks came with it. He eyed his nieces taking in their pale faces and the anxiety in the familial bond. The clothes they wore didn’t look too familiar in fact it looked new and he guessed Noah had gone out and bought some extra clothes.

The man must have done it with cash and gone over to the next county so he wouldn’t be caught. Because Peter had been told his nieces ran away from the home, or rather alpha detention center. The same detention, Talia was actively fighting to have shut down for abuses and cruel accusations being brought to light. This was no coincidence.

When Peter and Talia heard that would be the girls’ fates the siblings had tried to fight, threatening hell fire. First verbally. Talia demanded the girls be allowed to go into their grandmother’s custody. But for reasons unknown they were told that wasn’t an option. Then they fought physically.

It was at the same time they had been brought to stand before the alpha council, caught off guard by the children being removed from the home, by his nephews forced bonding and on less than four hours of sleep. The older alpha blinked past that, hating how his sister had fought desperately against the officers of the council restraining them.

Peter was an expert thinker, he knew fighting would get them nowhere and only sink the already lowered opinions of the council against them. Someone wanted to make his sister appear out of control, and it was working. They had to tranquilize her, the second oldest Hale was mentally searching for what their best move was, before he heard the council moved to separate him from his Carolyn and Malia.

Peter refocused on being in the dinningroom, pushing those helpless memories away. Glancing from his plate to the Sheriff, the man had surprised him. Truly, Noah Stilinski had given him back some warmth.

The younger alpha smiled at his nieces, he was reluctant to let them go too far from sight, they acknowledged this sitting on each side of him after eagerly filling up their own plates.

“Sorry but the Sheriff is really bad at cooking. We almost starved the first night. “ Cora gulped down a burger. “I miss Stiles’ lunches. They were delicious, he was such a good cook. He made these brownies, oh god. His lasagna! The first time I met him he shared his lunch with me. “ She went a little pale knowing she stepped on a landmine when the Sheriff stopped chewing his food and tossed his burger from him. He only nodded in agreement.

There was a brief awkward silence and Cora wondered if she should apologize.

“He would watch his mother when she cooked, the two of them would come in here and she would let him help. After she uh, after she died he would scan her recipe cards and cook books and try it out, nearly burned the house down a few times and he hurt himself. He was always so damn determined, no matter how much I yelled or tried to hide the pots and pans he would figure out a way. Until one day he managed to make some cookies, then spaghetti and meatloaf finally Claudia’s lasagna. “ He smiled proudly staring down at his near empty cup of soda.

“I’m sure he’s safe. My stupid brother is with him.” Laura smiled encouragingly.

“I’m so full. I think I’ll head up to Stiles’ room. Thanks uh Mr. Stilinski for um breaking us out.” Cora smiled brightly moving to empty her plate going over to wash it in the sink.

“You broke them out?” Peter dropped his burger he had been imagining Claudia happy with her pup in this kitchen that smelled of Stiles and the Sheriff.

“Oh, yes. It was epic!” Cora was beaming, Laura only rolled her eyes.

“I wouldn’t say epic. We were lucky.” The blond mumbled only to shrugg rolling her eyes. Fine. I guess it was somewhat impressive. We did have our own plan but this was far easier.” Laura looked to her uncle she was sitting next to him patting his arm she leaned her head on his arm, reminding him of her mother.

Neither of the girls would admit they were scared, they had heard about the “home” they were going to. The man escorting them wasn’t exactly being coy with his leers and disgusting comments. Cora had been afraid even if she tried to keep a scowl on her face, she had been away before but the place she went to had less of a reputation. In fact it was a f*cking hotel compared to the place they were being sent.

Laura kept glaring at the man in the passenger seat he had their hands zip tied behind them and they were both in orange jumpsuits. They had been taken from their home without a chance to dress or in Cora’s case she had been at the hospital waiting to hear about Stiles when some officer took her kicking and screaming from the lobby.

Her uncle was then occupied with Stiles and Derek, it was all a haze for the teen. Laura had been the more calm collected alpha of the two, he demanded to speak to mother or grandmother but they were denied the chance. No one was giving them any answers and the child protective services lady kept talking down to the two. They spent one night in a cell at some juvenile detention center where they were once more collected.

“Your crazy bitch mother and uncle are both in jail.” Their escort, two officers belonging to the institution they were about to go to, happily supplied this information. Laura had flinched back as the man in the passenger seat had reached back to pat her knee, Cora had growled ready to bite the man who only laughed pulling away.

“We love them feisty! They are so fun to break. And with the trouble you Hales have been giving our fine upstanding facility it’s going to be my personal pleasure breaking you both in. ” He sniffed the air not even trying to hide the arousal in his disgusting scent. It was then the tire popped, pushing the car off the road.

The quiet driver signaled for his vocal companion to get out first. Mr. Chatty Cathy grumbled under his breath about having first round for this. However a few tense minutes went by, where Cora strained to see where the vulgar man had disappeared to, it was useless. There was no light except that of the cars headlights. So the stoic driver was next to get out when his partner had not returned right away.

Laura and Cora both jumped when Cora’s door swung open, the teen was ready to fight to the end snarling and growling. Her fear didn’t last, a very familiar scent met her rapidly beating heart and she relaxed. “Stiles?” But it wasn’t Stiles, although it smelled so familiar “Sheriff!” She turned to her sister “It’s the Sheriff.”

“Sorry girls, I would have been here sooner but the damn information I received was wrong. The route these two were taking was the long way around.” The Sheriff didn’t mention why they would be taking their time, he had been furious.

These two had planned something sinister with the two girls, having called a head to the institution that they were slightly delayed by bad roads and would take the longer way. The Sheriff had taken a syringe off of both men and was sure to use it on them before tying them to a tree. Letting nature have them.

He eased Cora out of the back seat not wanting to pull on her arms, she scooted out and he cut her hands free, “My truck is just a mile back I had to hide it they can’t know I helped you.” She nodded but Laura had growled when he tried to help her, she was nervous, Cora could see that instead she helped her sister.

“Stop that. He’s helping us now.” Cora cooed, running calming hands through her sister’s blond tresses.

“Like he helped your friend?” Laura sneered, still shaken.

“Manners! Laura.” Cora had growled sounding like their mother. “We can’t argue right now this is the only help we have!”

The group made it to the truck where they had to lay down in the back and the Sheriff covered them with a tarp. He had stopped in at store on his way into town grabbing sweats and shirts that looked like they’d fit the girls.

Stiles’ clothes would be too small on both.Well maybe Cora could slide by but that was a maybe. He wasn’t comfortable with undergarments so he just grabbed what they had with snacks and tossed them into the back of the old chevy covering it up with a tarp. It was night when he arrived home ushering both girls into the house. Laura reminded the Sheriff of Talia so much in looks but Cora’s attitude was definitely a young Talia in some ways.

Laura explained to her uncle how they were there, how their phones had been left at the house or maybe taken. Peter promised he’d look if they would tell him where they would be. They would help find everyone.

Cora hugged her uncle and smiled at the Sheriff her thanks, Laura did too, she was more hesitant but the Sheriff understood. These two were part of a pack, and now they were suddenly alone cut off from their alpha they needed this reunion.

After the girls went upstairs Peter stretched in his chair, he had yet to be in the Sheriff’s house. He started to walk around, their were no pictures of Claudia anywhere to be seen, this bothered him. He thought of her once more, of her scent filling these rooms with light and happiness of her laughter and her voice. The smell of whiskey cut these thoughts short and he glanced over to the Sheriff now pouring two glasses of the amber liquid that matched Claudia and now Stiles’ eyes so perfectly.

“Stiles hates it when I drink. So I hid this bottle, he managed to dump all the others when he was eight. Claudia had been gone two years by then. The Sheriff frowned down at his now empty glass, he poured another. Peter just held the tumbler and blinked down at the ice starting to melt. When had the Sheriff put ice in his glass? He suddenly wanted Carolyn, he had stopped drinking after her last drop. He should have stopped after they first met after their first night together. He was such a piece of sh*t, he had bumbled the whole thing.

He sighed, he wanted to drink, but he needed a clear head and he made a promise. He put the glass down in front of the Sheriff.

“Sorry Sheriff. I promised my wife I wouldn’t drink ever again. And I love her too much to betray that.” It hurt thinking of Carolyn, she must be terrorfied. He needed to keep her and baby Malia safe. He needed to find her!

“That’s noble. I only drink on special occasions. Stiles hates it when I drink. Claudia wasn’t a fan of it. Both her parents were alcoholics.”

Peter’s head snapped up from where he was looking at his hands, “They were?” How did he not know that? Because he was too busy with his selfish chase to actually ask his prey about herself.

“Yeah, that’s why she was in that home. Her father and mother had been in fight before leaving her to go to some bar. She was four. They never came back, they died in a car accident and she was found a day later. She hated being alone in the dark because of this, she always had to have a light on if she alone. “

Peter didn’t know that, but he remembered how afraid she had been in the hospital both times he had visited. When she had pneumonia she had asked him to leave the lamp dimmed and didn’t pull away when he held her hand.

“I met my wife during a drunken binge, I promised her after her last drop I would stop drinking. No matter how tempting.” Peter smiled thinly running a hand through his messy hair.

The Sheriff nodded, “So. Talia is going to be a little harder to bail out. She attacked one of the werewolf council’s members. You were there, when the official came in to take the papers of removal for Brandon and Stiles since by default your nephew bonding to my son now made Stiles part of her pack, she went crazy. Somethings never change with her. When it comes to family she loses her usual calm and cool. You know she once threatened me over Claudia’s bond.” The Sheriff starred at the untouched curly fries he had instinctively ordered but no one had touched.

“She what?” Peter frowned thinking he misheard, his sister didn’t like Claudia, she never had. She thought Peter’s little crush was amusing and spent endless days teasing him over it. Why would she challenge?

“Yeah. That football game I met Claudia at. You might not remember it.” Of course Peter did, that was the night David Whittemore had caused a riot by yelling at the losing team’s quarterback. Causing the rivals to storm the field then a frenzy of fans joined in. Claudia was BH’s equipment manager and was the one to tape fingers, ankles and make sure they were hydrated as well as gather and clean equipment. That included the endless amounts of towels thrown her way by cheerleaders and football players.

She was there because Talia had thought it hilarious to make that part of the deal for the ag club funding. Talia led the Cheer Squad and Claudia was stuck taping any sports injuries during games, cheerleaders included. She loved ordering Claudia and Melissa around.

“It was my third day on the job, and I saw her pull someone under the bleachers from across the field. She was small in comparison. Then I thought what the hell is this human doing, when she jumped out of her hiding spot it looked like she was looking for someone. Then those punk kids just slammed her to the ground. They were kicking her when I pulled them off, highschool brats. Their parent’s tried to sew the Sheriff’s office later but quickly back peddled when they found out she was an omega human their kids ruffed up. In good fun. As they called it. “

“In good fun! They could have killed her!” He growled slamming his hand on the table. “I tried to get to her but there was just so many in my way! “

The Sheriff turned to look at the other alpha he wasn’t even aware Peter had been there. It made sense though Claudia had been friend’s with Peter before she knew Noah. “Agreed. I picked her up and she said ‘Not you.’ Before passing out, I know she felt the burn of our soulmarks and she still looked scared.” The alpha left out the part where Claudia had looked angry as all hell. “She was some kid! What the hell was I supposed to do with her? I went to the hospital with her, as soon as that home she was in found out they met me with a box of her things. Me, some 22 year old stranger in charge of a 16 year old omega.

I was getting out of my truck when Talia Hale eighteen years old dressed as a cheerleader slammed me against the door with a growl, her eyes flashing. She first tried threatening me for Claudia’s bond then she offered money. It wasn’t that easy I told her soulmarks don’t work like normal bonds. So she crossed her arms after I dared her to try that stunt again, she offered me money and threatened me but this time, this time. She wanted me to let Claudia come stay with her family until she turned eighteen. Like I was some kind of pedo! I would never attack a child. And how was I to trust some alphas I didn’t know? I mean she obviously wanted Claudia in some way by challenging me for her bond.

Your sister named dropped like I was supposed to know who the f*cking Hales were in this town. She was determined, after I turned her down she warned me. ‘I’ll rip your throat out with my teeth Stilinski if you do anything to hurt her. If you keep her from school, if you attack her in anyway. I’ll know and soulmark or not I’ll kill you.’

And I believe she truly would have. I could see she had a thing for Clauds right away, especially how she went to the hospital and they let her in. I watched her push Claudia’s hair back from her muddied face and yelled at the nurses for not cleaning the Clauds up. I should have wondered why everyone was so afraid of some kid, some alpha pup in a damn cheer skirt. “ Noah drank from his glass.

Peter tried to think back to his sister, had she liked Claudia Stilinski? Wasn’t it just her being a bully making a human omega run her campaign for class president. Claudia did too, she was good at organizing and stood up for herself if she thought she was right. Talia wouldn’t find that attractive, she liked her omegas docile. Hell the betas she dated in school were all so boring and submissive.

“I was so scared. I mean I had no plans for a wife let alone taking on some omega kid. I almost considered handing her over, but when I saw her wake up and look so lost. I turned the offer down. The money I didn’t want, but if Claudia could be happy somewhere I knew it could be with me. My dad was a drunk I left him as soon as I could and never looked back, my mother died when I was too young to remember her face. I thought maybe I could be better than my old man. So I approached her slowly and she glared at me, actually glared.” Noah sounded amused but Peter had been on the receiving end of those glares.

“I promised her I wasn’t going to hurt her. Fear and anger was rolling off of her in waves I had to hold my breath.” The officer closed his eyes as if he was trying to forget this moment. “I had to take her home the car ride was so damn awkward. She refused to look at me she glared outside. I told her I would buy her a car when she got her license. She wouldn’t even let me give her a ride to school. She had her arm in a sling and was littered with bruises from those punks. I thought it would be best to stay home. Wrong thing to say, you would have thought I was going to hold her hostage. I was half scared she’d open the door and hurl herself out of the moving car. “

“I could see her doing that. You were right to worry.” Peter laughed leaning back against the counter near the fridge. Noah smiled and nodded before going on.

“So I promised her it was her choice to attend school the following day. What a mess that was. I was an hour into my shift when I got a call from the school. They said she was on her way to the hospital again, she had fallen down some stairs. I felt like an idiot for letting her go to school she was already so banged up! I didn’t know what I was going to do with her. She was so clumsy, even around the house, how many glasses she broke or the one time she tripped over her own feet.”

Peter winced, that was her, he could say she was very much clumsy.However that accident at school wasn’t something he wanted to recall.

He imagined the young deputy with a an angry Claudia, and here he thought they had an easy go of it this whole time.

Still selfish as ever, he was an idiot and would always be.

“She fell down some steps because I pushed David Whittemore.” The alpha confessed clearing the last of the mess from the table. “I was young and stupid and before you came along I had been asking her out. Over and over again. She kept saying no. No. She kept telling me she wasn’t the one for me. That we were friends. I didn’t want to be friends. I thought my name and reputation could get me anything and everything but it couldn’t get me her. “

Noah was frowning but he was quiet, his eyes on the younger alpha. Peter continued to tell this story unable to look in the Sheriff’s direction. He owed the man this, he could at least give him this.

“When I found out she had a soul mate I was like a child who’s favorite toy had been taken. So I destroyed a project she had worked so hard on.” He remembered going into the ag club’s little shed and destroying the carefully tended and potted sapplings. How easy it was to pull them from their carefully wrapped pots how they splintered in his clawed hands. His group of thugs laughed tossing the dirt around kicking the trees and stomping on them.

“She was furious, she confronted me and I said some harsh things.” he didn’t meet the Sheriff’s distant stare. The man was sitting and staring into his amber liquid. Peter remembered how he cruely laughed in her face, asked her what made her think she was so special. That he had only been trying to sleep with her but she proved to be more of a tease than she was worth. She held one of the broken trees in her shaking hand. He tried not to meet her bruised face, he could scent the hurt rolling off of her. But she also had another alpha’s scent on her and this angered him more.

“David was angry for her. He called me an asshole and a coward. His soon to be wife had words for me too. Claudia was standing behind them with Melissa near the top of the stairs. I didn’t see her. I would have never intentionally hurt her. I shoved David but he caught himself on the banister.” Peter winced remembering how he continued to argue with Whittemore until the scent of blood flooded the small space. They had been there originally shooting spit wads down at people passing under the staircase.

“I thought I loved her but I just kept hurting her.” Peter confessed, “I wasn’t a very good friend. I’m not even a good husband. She was right I confused friendship with love. She was the first person to ever tell me off, to tell me no. She actually cared about me and not because of my family name or my alpha status. I left her alone after that. I did make an ass of myself at your wedding.”

“That you did.” The sheriff laughed.

“I love my wife and child.” Peter started with a heavy sigh.

“I know.”Noah made a sad face.

“I loved her too.” he admitted to the Sheriff.

“Me too.” Noah whispered to his glass starting to pour another but Peter caught the bottle and took it from him. Quietly emptying it out into the sink.

Chapter 12: Sheep suit off

Chapter Text

David Whittemore remembers the day Claudia met her soulmate, it was the day his heart was broken for the first of many times. David Whittemore had started a fight on the football field with the rival team after Beacon Hills won.

Claudia was only there because Talia had made that ridiculous deal, it was meant to humiliate but Claudia wasn’t easily swayed. Her little project needed funding and Talia could authorize the trees on campus, however the alpha class president wanted the proud little omega to serve as equipment manager as well as assistant to the sports medicine department.

So she was there to wrap ankles and tape fingers as well as clean up and wash towels. Claudia dealt with the leering and the crude words, her friend Melissa sometimes spitting out just as crude replies. Talia thought it would teach the omega humility and well the beta Melissa was just bonus. Except on this one particular night it put the small omega on the field during a dangerous fight.

It was terrifying, one moment David was yelling out something to the losing team’s captain about his mother. Peter and Gordon joined in, it wasn’t enough to be winners they needed to humiliate their rivals. Right? The lawyer remembered one moment Alicia a cheerleader had joined in with the taunts. The squad having already headed in after tossing dirty towels and pom poms at the dark haired equipment manager.

Claudia was standing near the gatorade cooler towels at her feet, Melissa had already taken the heavy bag of footballs in leaving her friend behind. The omega ignored the taunting words from the cheerleader, the field was starting to crowd but the cheerleader was too busy kicking pom poms Claudia’s way.

Then the crowd stormed in, aggressive scents feeding the frenzy of anger and territorial snarls. several football players were fighting in the middle of the field and the fight had grown into Parents, coaches, players and spectators alike. Someone had knocked Alicia down in the process the blond had a hand to the side of her bleeding temple and nose.

“Bleachers!” Claudia had pulled the stunned beta under the bleachers. She saw a confused Melissa and had left the security of the bleachers to wave her over. This only made her an easy target and she was instantly cornered by three of the rival team’s players.

“Hey pretty where’s the cheer whor*?” one had called out.

“You’ll have to be specific, there’s so many.” Claudia was surprised by the hand that grabbed her by her ponytail shoving her cruelly slamming her down onto the muddy grass. Alicia could read this in the girl’s expression and the way her body gave no resistance.

“Maybe that’ll ring a bell?” Alicia had told David later that she met the omega’s eyes from her hiding spot but Claudia’s whiskey colored eyes were full of stupid determination and she shook her head no. A shaking finger coming to her lips as if to say to stay quiet.

“Sorry. Can’t say it did. So I guess I’ll be on my way.” Claudia had tried to stand again.

“Well we can settle for the little team manager. Let’s make an example.” one of the betas had growled.

Alicia wanted to help but she wasn’t a match against three alphas. From her spot under the bleachers she could see Peter and David were fighting to get to the omega, but they were too far away.

It sickened her witnessing the laughing faces twisted and mocking, watching a heavy foot swing back and kick the smaller girl in her left side. These Alphas were toying with the small girl and Alicia could only watch as this orphan refused to give the cheerleader up. This same omega had endured months of Alicia and the others calling her names, throwing things at her mentally and physically pushing her around. Yet she refused to tell these three knotteheads were the snotty beta girl was hiding.

Alicia could do nothing but watch, then it stopped. There was a deep growl and the kicking stopped, gentle hands scooped the nearly unconscious omega up. Alicia could see Claudia Debranski slightly tremble most likely from pain, her savior was staring down at her in awe. He was a police officer, new in town, well his father worked at the gas station he had just moved back to town. This particular deputy was on his second day and he had found his soulmate.

David watched Peter’s expression change, knowing they both were lost, as someone else was holding Claudia like she was the most precious thing. Before she lost consciousness her trusting expression relaxed and she leaned into the dishwater blondes shoulder. David had watched that happen, despite his buddy’s crush he had asked the girl out to prom only to be shot down. David wanted to see what the big f*cking deal was, and when she turned him down he got it. He totally saw what Peter saw and he was jealous.

Watching her being punished for his words had always tore at him even now all these years later. That night he had tried to apologize at the hospital but she had refused to see any of them. Except Talia Hale, that was f*cking weird. Peter was already on edge and this only kicked him over, the alpha had gone straight to the ag shed and destroyed the saplings that Talia okayed the ag club to purchase.

Peter and some of the football team just his own followers destroy them. They tore the helpless little trees from their carefully cared for potted soil. He cruelly threw them all over the club room stomping the small delicate shrubs and saplings.

That had broke Claudia, David remembered it, she was out of the hospital and she stood with her arm in a sling. Her face bruised, eyes full of hurt, she marched down to the hall where David, Peter and the other football jocks ate lunch and hung out. Melissa was trying to hold her back. The group was shooting spitballs down at underclassmen passing by. She stood on the top step glaring the group down, Melissa next to her holding her backpack.

David could see the hint of a soulmark on her heaving chest and that must have fueled Peter’s anger. He was so used to getting what he wanted, David was just confused. Alicia and her little mean girl squad started to come over, unsure herself when it came to talking to the omega. The two hadn’t spoken yet. If Claudia had given her up the omega would have less bruises to show for it but Alicia knew that had Claudia given her up the cheerleader would have far more injuries than Claudia.

“Why?” She asked simply, throwing the broken sapling down at Peter’s feet. David flinched not having been apart of that particular act. He didn’t understand either, he was still feeling guilty at starting the fight, a fight that caused several injuries.

“Because I was bored.” Peter snickered.

“I thought-I thought we were friends. Why would you-” Claudia looked so lost and hurt.

“You. Me. Friends?” Peter’s words were filled with venom and Alicia started to walk over ready to say something. Her anger was was scenting the air, David remembered turning to actually look at the usually spoiled girl but she was angry for someone other than herself. “You forget you’re a packless orphan why would I ever be friends with a nobody like you? What you thought just because you’re an omega I would keep chasing you? No you were just someone we were hoping to add to our conquests, you know pass around, but you are just a tease after all. Seeing how you have found your fated pair the game is up. Unless you still want to-”

Claudia’s face lost all color, and his words had stung unlike any physical slap could have.

“Peter you bastard!” Alicia growled, “You all are a bunch of entitled idiots!”

“I told you there wasn’t anything to gain being friends with these douchebags. Maybe it’ll be a good thing if Noah decides you don’t need school. Clauds?” Melissa was talking and David could see something was very wrong the underclassman usually had such a defiant expression but not today. Even the scent in the air was souring, the anxiety and sadness didn’t affect Peter , he was lost to his anger. That was why the two would never be, Claudia was too kind. All that aside what had Meissa meant?

What had she meant ‘if he lets you come to school?’ This information slowly dawning on the young alpha, he understood. As an alpha, he had all the control and her fated partner was older than she was, worse she didn’t have a pack she was an orphan.

This stranger she just met could make her do anything and she was powerless. It made him sick, and angry. He was confused by feelings that were outside of his usual ones. The younger David felt frustrated with himself and angry at his friend.

Those trees were going to be something she left behind to say she accomplished something tangible something that would be there for years to come. The others were laughing but David and Alicia had stopped, “You’re such a dick!” Alicia had pushed Peter “You and your idiot goons! All of you!”

Peter went to push Alicia back, but David stopped him, causing Gordon and the others to cackle.

“Are we really fighting over Freakanski?” Gordon growled and Peter pushed David hard enough but he caught himself from falling backwards down the stairs. “I don’t get you Peter. Just because you don’t get your way you have a fit. Go cry to mommy! Maybe she can get you a new omega to pick on.” David snarled. Peter would have said something or perhaps used claws, who knows. His eyes flashed, and his nostrils suddenly flared anything he would have done came to a sudden halt.

“Claudia?! Claudia!” The scent of blood in the air, Melissa was yelling but no one was moving. Students stood around staring at the unmoving figure at the bottom of the stairs a broken sapling next to her arm no longer in a sling but at an odd angle. David had thought she was dead for sure, Alicia was beside Melissa who pulled off her gray sweater. The girl’s usually vibrante whiskey colored eyes were trying to focus maybe glare one last time before closing.

“There’s blood. There’s blood.”Alicia whispered.

“Yes, but she’s breathing. “ Melissa’s hands hovered near her unconscious friend’s head, she was calm and later this mentality came to play with her chosen profession. It was Gordon who snapped out of it and ran for a teacher in the end, “Get back! She needs air!” Alicia growled, “It’s not a f*cking show! Get back!”

Melissa had glared at Peter, and he said nothing even after the paramedics took her friend away. David knew that long after the blood was cleaned up his friend remained sitting and staring.

David and Alicia both pulled out of this memory, those eyes, he wasn’t ready for the accusation in those eyes. His wife must feel the same because she was staring out of the study window, her husband sitting at his antique desk. David Whittemore loved his wife and he knew she loved him but sometimes the ghosts from their past were too much.

They had worked hard to make up for past mistakes, and they wouldn’t let the past repeat itself even if it seemed it already had.

Alicia straightened her black suit jacket, her red blouse crimson against the porcelain of her skin, blond hair swept up in a low ponytail bangs fashionably swished to the left. Green eyes watched as the Sheriff’s civilian car pulled up to their driveway.

“I’ve never been a fan of Peter Hale husband you know that. It seems like his nephew is following closely in his footsteps with a mix of Talia. That’s a dangerous bit if you ask me. Maybe this is a bad idea. Do you think the nephew capable of hurting Stiles?”

“From what Jackson says no. I, like you have yet to talk directly to the boy.” David sat back in his chair.

“Coward.” Alicia smiled glancing back at her husband.

“Look who’s talking.” David sighed taking her hand that rested on his right shoulder, he kissed the smooth knuckles.

“He looks like her. Has her eyes.” Alicia moved away from the window, the Sheriff looked out of place without his uniform. He was hesitating at the front door, the defense attorney didn’t want to watch the pathetic show.

“How would you know?” David asked softly.

“I saw him once, with her at the grocery store when he was just a pup. Before she was extremely ill. They looked happy, I think he was three. She looked so fragile. Everyone who knows us too well seems to die so soon.” The blond beta heard the doorbell knowing their house staff would answer.

“I read that file.” Alicia made her way to stand next to her husband’s chair again.

“I did too. There’s some things needing cleared up but we both know the Sheriff and we’ve both agreed he isn’t the type to abuse his child. So it’s worth the risk of losing our credentials by helping him. Besides, the boy has been asking for his father he thinks his father doesn’t want him, that he’s been sold.” David tried to keep his voice steady.

Alicia scowled, that orphanage that Claudia had come from had handed the omega over without even so much as a background check. Soulmark or not, they handed a sixteen year old girl over to a twenty-two year old alpha male.

She was a child, and she was scared. Alicia as a teenage beta had felt sick to her stomach all those years ago, when she learned through another that the hospital had the girl’s soulmate pick her up. If Noah had been anyone else things could have been bad. Instead he let her finish school, and he waited so it seems for her to be eighteen before marrying her.

Alicia had been so disgusted with some of the old laws pertaining to omegas and children. This had fueled her purpose in earning her law degree in child custody and later defense. But the Beta with her husband had bought that orphanage and saw it burned to the ground, saw children placed in homes not institutions.

That was why both David and Alicia opened their home up to foster children, Isaac wasn’t the first nor would he be the last.

The housekeeper Mrs. Lam escorted the suspended Sheriff into the room, the alpha growled glaring at both lawyers.

“You must be having a wonderful time.” he snapped.

“Pardon?” That caught Alicia off guard.

“Oh, come off it. You’ve all acted like you’re better than me. You’ve always treated me like an outsider ever since I married Claudia. Like you all knew something I didn’t. All because you knew her long before me, being friends before I even met her. Well I’m telling you now I won't let you keep my son from me. You might have thought Peter Hale was the better choice for Claudia but she was my soulmate. MINE. And Stiles is my son! MINE! Now I don’t know what sick twisted game you two are playing by bringing me here-”

“Sheriff?” Alicia frowned. “I thought we made it clear we are trying to help.”

“Sure. Like I believe that one. You both are helping Peter Hale get out of Jail, and I saw just who’s signature was on the restraining order, keeping me from my son. And from the prosecutor. So what David were you worried I’d show up and try to start a fight just because your office is having me investigated?”

“Sheriff-” David tried to interject. “Please if you’ll calm down and I’ll explain.”

“My wife for some reason had a lot of respect for the Hales, for you Whittemores and Millers god rest their souls. Even the Argents! And look where that got my son, because I still don’t believe that Jennifer Argent did that all on her own!”

“Sheriff!” David tried to cut the riled alpha off.

“I will find out where my son is and I swear if anyone has hurt him any further than he already has been I’ll shoot them myself!”

Noah kept the two lawyers focused on him aware that he had three other’s sneaking into the house unnoticed. Or at least he thought so.

~o~

“Stop moving.” Derek growls.

“But it hurts.” Stiles whines.

“It would hurt less if you would stop moving.” Derek growled again causing the omega to hiss.

“Stiles give me your hand.” Isaac offered.

“Don’t be on his side Isaac.” The omega caught his breath and Jackson frowned.

“Is it supposed to look like uh that?” Jackson’s voice sounded strained. “I mean you haven’t taken the bandage off yet but it’s all red and purple around it.” The teen swallowed.

“I don’t think-” Isaac started to pale, and it was Stiles holding tight to steady Isaac.

“Oh, he’s going down.” Stiles motioned for Jackson who caught his friend before he hit the ground.

“Why don’t you let the nurse clean this?” Jackson was placing Isaac on the bed carefully, Stiles was still laying half sitting on the couch like bench.

“How bout we just let it do it’s thing.” Stiles was breathless his alpha put a hand above to the wound and the pain disappeared taking his muscles and tension with it.

“That’s better.” Stiles put his head on Derek’s lap, “I can’t take his pain and clean it at the same time. And I don’t trust those hacks. I don’t trust them to not hurt him.”

“Awe Sourwolf, you do care.” Stiles winced when his mate removed his hand.

“Yeah big brother. It’s so , uh weird.” Cora’s voice interrupted any argument the two alphas were about to have.

Stiles’ eyes shot wide open, “Cord’lune!” He made grabby hands in her direction.

“My Little red!” She started to go to him only halting in mid skip when her dark eyes fell on the partly uncovered wound and bloody bandages. “Look what we’ve done to you.” She felt herself sway.

Peter gave a half smile,“Cora? Laura! Uncle Peter!” Derek remained with his mate but he didn’t even try to mask his happyness. Stiles half smiled feeling warmth and relief flood their bond. Uncle Peter came over placing a strong hand on his nephew’s shoulder, before moving to help with Stiles’ pain. Laura pulled a green Cora back both keeping themselves half turned from the gruesome scene.

“How?” Stiles’ eyes were wide and he jumped slightly feeling another alpha’s touch on his bare skin making him uncomfortable, but it was kinscent so he reminded himself to be still.

Peter gave a half smile, “The Sheriff is down stairs running a distraction. He’s been hiding us out at his place, he even broke the girls out. The last place anyone would think to look, he figured out that this was where Brandon and Carolyn would be but I don’t think he or anyone considered Stiles was here. Truly I’m surprised.”

“He actually doesn’t need to run a distraction.” David Whittemore pushed Stiles’ door open, the omega’s eyes widened relieved to see his father there in the doorway. However the Sheriff looked away before their eyes could meet. This caused the omega to flinch, Derek’s own eyes darkened feeling pain and insecurity reach him from Stiles’ end. He tried to give a reassuring burst of scent, knowing the Sheriff looked away not out of disgust for his son. The man obviously didn’t want to see the uncovered wound, a reminder of his inability to protect his son. .

“It actually looks better.” Stiles grumbled, everyone was making him anxious, he was unaware that Derek’s words weren’t spoken out loud. This made the alpha smirk inwardly, the two were starting to read each other’s words. It was scary but something that was just theirs, no one else's.

“I need to find my wife.” Peter stepped away allowing Derek to take over feeling an odd electricity between his nephew and omega. “I’ve been away too long.”

“I’ll take you to her room.” Jackson was eager to get away from the stitches and the angry red wound, Isaac was starting to come around he gratefully followed his brother.

“I, I uh can help.” The Sheriff stepped forward, he could do this he had seen worse. But this was his son , this was Stiles, and things like this should have never happened to his boy.

“Good, maybe you can get him to sit still. I need to reclean this and it’s hard to take the pain at the same time if he’s wiggling around.”

The Sheriff quickly washed his hands and ready to offer whatever supplied the young alpha needed.

“We’ll go surprise our sweet baby brother!” The two Hale sisters eagerly stepped out of the room.

The omega hissed feeling the slight pull against the bandages he just wanted it to be over. It made him nauseous looking at the gash.

“I don’t think I ever told you how I met your mother.” The Sheriff cleared his throat tentatively taking his son’s cold hands in his warm ones.

“Sure, you said you met her at a football game.” Stiles couldn’t feel the pain but knowing what Derek was cleaning was nauseating. He clasped his eyes shut, but snapped them open when he felt his father’s calloused hand gently cup his chin. The omega’s whiskey colored eyes met the Sheriff’s blue. The Sheriff continued talking while holding both hands and eye contact.

“Right. Some riot was started, I was helping with crowd control. I saw this tiny little figure corned next to an overturned gatorade cooler. She was the equipment manager I guess. Anyway she was cornered by three of the rival team’s players. You should have seen her, she said something smart mouth and her shoulders were squared. I thought, who the hell does she think she is? She’s going to get killed!

So I ran over this bastard had slammed her to the ground and kicked her. It didn’t take a lot to get him and his buddies to back down. Cowards were looking for some cheerleader and your mom hadn’t said anything but where they could go. I remember picking her up and that was the moment our marks appeared. She was glaring at me before she passed out she said ‘Not you.’ Like the whole thing was my fault.”

Stiles giggled “That’s the most unromantic-“

“Well she was 16 and I was significantly older. When I went to see her in the hospital she refused to talk to me and the next day the released her to me. Even the orphanage handed me a small box of her things. Packed up by Melissa I later found out. She was so angry and afraid but mostly angry. She spent a month refusing to leave your room, because hell if I was going make a teenager do anything I was in shock myself. Your drunk bastard grandfather found the situation hilarious.”

Derek frowned he had always assumed that the Sheriff and his wife’s relationship was perfect. “And now I’ve messed it up again. I didn’t know how to talk to her then and I don’t know how to talk to you now.”

“Stiles.” The sheriff’s voice was serious now. “I need you to know I love you. I’ve always loved you. I never meant for you to feel anything less. “ The alpha took a deep breath.

“There’s more I should tell you. Maybe it’s a good thing that Derek hears some of it too.” The alpha finished wrapping the wound he gently allowed Stiles to sit up only to carry him over to a large white recliner with pillows arranged to comfortably accommodate the healing omega.

Derek settled Stiles in the chair taking care there was enough support on his back and abdomen that he wasn’t straining against his stitches.

“Your mother was clost friend’s with Adam Hale.” At the mention of Derek’s father’s name he was suddenly tense settling himself next to Stiles in the large recliner. He felt the omega lean into him a hand resting absentmindedly on his soulmarked forearm.

Derek felt at ease despite the territorial growl and guilt rolling off the older alpha.

“Adam was very very pregnant with Cora at the time, Talia had asked Peter to take Adam shopping for last minute baby items. That man sure loved to shop. Peter was busy and Talia was super protective, so Claudia volunteered us. I had some things to do on my day off, besides your mom was just a few months a long with you. She was so happy. How could I ever say no. I was getting the car ready, and they were coming out of the clothing store when these masked men drove up and opened fire. Your mom covered Adam with her own body, she was so selfless. I was a lowly deputy at the time, I only had a small gun on me a 9mm, I fired back trying to get them to concentrate on me.

I managed to get a couple but one got away, I couldn’t run after them. I wanted to so bad but I could smell her blood. She had taken a bullet, a wolfsbane bullet. She should have been fine, the poison wouldn’t have affected her, but she was pregnant with you. Adam thankfully was only shaken up, Cora could have never been, if your mother hadn’t acted quickly.

The doctors wanted your mother to abort you, they promised she was healthy enough to start over and the poison would leave her body with follow up medication. She refused, I won't lie. I begged her Stiles. I did, I wanted her to live she was my world. They said she would die, that poison would slowly kill her and you. They gave us some awful statistics, but she was so sure that everything would be okay. And it was, you came along a little early you have a weaker immune system. They promised that would change once you bonded. Unfortunately the poison destroyed your mother’s immune system as well, and it was too late for any treatment. “

Stiles felt his vision blur remembering his mother’s last days, the madness that took her, how she tried to kill him. Someone had done that to her, had done this to them.

“The shooter was part of some omega trafficking ring that Talia and I were investigating. This was retaliation for our last bust. They swore they would be back to finish what they started.”

“So you’ve been working all this time to find them?” Stiles’ voice was suddenly weak, his stomach clenched.

“Stiles. I didn’t tell you about your mother’s illness because I didn’t want you to blame yourself.”

“What good that did.” Stiles sniffed, feeling large droplets leave his unblinking eyes to run unchecked down his cheeks.

“So she was poisoned. She was murdered.” Stiles felt anger and sadness welling up in his chest.

“I feel like just when we nearly found the culprits responsible suddenly all of this went sideways.”

Stiles frowned he felt his head start to pound, something, something in his chest ached. The wound in his side throbbed and he closed his eyes against the pain only to feel as if the world was closing in on him. He could make out the figure in a crimson dress, her mouth was moving but no words were coming out.

“Stiles?” Derek’s arm was scenting him trying to pull him out of whatever darkness he felt himself sinking into.

“Stiles. I never hated you, I’ve never been anything but proud. I’m sorry that I let this revenge consume my every waking moment. She was the only home I’ve ever known and she was gone. Now I’ve managed to ruin things between the only link to her I had left.”

Stiles took a deep breath feeling his father moving away from him, turning his back.

“You aren’t disgusted I turned out to be a useless omega?” The boy asked softly.

The Sheriff turned back around, shaking his head. “You have never been useless Stiles. You are so much like your mother.”

Stiles let out a shuddered breath, his side ached as if the knife was reincerted, he could feel the twist, hear the whispered words.

He looked to his mate, “Oh, grandmother what big teeth you have.”

“Stiles.”

His alpha’s voice sounded distant, a cold sweat broke out over the omega’s body. He was being drawn back into that memory, into the trauma.

“They don’t need you or the werecoyotes. Grams only needs Derek and Brandon to keep the line going. ”

Stiles gasped as if coming up for air, Derek was holding him tightly against his chest trying to keep him from moving around.

“Derek!” Stiles sobbed, the alpha was looking absolutely terrified, he cradled Stiles in his lap.

“She said something Derek.” Stiles blinked trying to ease his breathing, taking in his mate’s protective scent. The boy’s father only watched helpless maintaining his distance, the young alpha had growled in warning when Noah took a step closer.

This damn kid was already so damn protective of Stiles, it was somewhat of a relief. Maybe Derek Hale wasn’t so bad an alpha after all.

“Calm. You’re safe. You’re safe. No one can hurt you. Don’t move so much your stitches will open.”

“Jennifer. She said Grandmother only needed you and Brandon to keep the line. It’s some kind of plan.”

“That bitch.” Peter snarled from his place in the doorway where he had been leaning unnoticed. “It makes sense. She never wanted to give up the throne.”

“Jennifer said something.” Isaac volunteered near Peter. The blond had come smelling Stiles’ anxiety. “It didn’t make sense.” The blond frowned, “Just like mommy! Sent to the grave by an Argent!”

“That doesn’t make sense, Chris works closely with Talia, he’s been a friend since-”Peter as cut off.

“Yeah, but he’s not the only Argent is he?” David motioned for the Sheriff and Peter to follow him wanting to give the two young kids some privacy to scent in peace.

Derek continued to hold Stiles tightly, his protective scent blanketing the room, Isaac took a quick step back.

“Come one Isaay, they need some privacy.” Alicia glanced through the closing door before she shut it, the omega looked so small and fragile in his alpha’s arms, but there was fire in his eyes when he looked up at his father. She remembered that look, it was determination and fire.

Chapter 13: Roses Red to Lily White

Chapter Text

Derek continued to hold the small omega, Stiles was too thin, far too thin, and the alpha felt his arms tighten carefully around his sleeping omega. Later he would question what happened between them earlier, but today there were other things to worry about.

The Sheriff had held Stiles' carefully in his lap, and the omega cried softly into his dad's chest. Derek knew his mate needed to clear the air between his alpha father and himself. He could feel the relief warming their bond and he wondered if the Sheriff could feel the same. He felt like an intruder while the Sheriff allowed his own tears to fall. The usually stoic alpha let his words of guilt, and remorse flow out of him. It seemed Derek wasn't the only one who needed to repent for past sins and Derek could only watch protectively feeling on edge.

Logically the young alpha knew the Sheriff would never hurt the small omega but the alpha couldn't fight his protective instincts. It was biology and he had yet to master controlling this part of himself, it was a response to his vulnerable omega. Derek was suddenly homesick, his mother would have better advice on these instincts, maybe Uncle Peter would have a suggestion or two. For now his Stiles was resting in his arms, the Sheriff had left the two after Stiles began to show signs of exhaustion. In fact the young omega was fighting sleep before Derek lifted him out of the Sheriff's arms, the man had been sitting cross legged on the floor so this was easier.

Derek gave the man some privacy so he could better collect himself, before leaving he paused at the door.

"I don't have to tell you how lucky you are. Before-when my wife was still alive she would light up any room with her laughter and warm scent. Ask anyone who knew her, she had more friends than she knew. I heard that Cora challenged you for Stiles, it brought back memories of my own wife. You know your alpha had once challenged me for Claudia's hand. She caught me outside the hospital after that riot, she threw me against the side of my truck. She tried intimidation when it didn't work she tried to bribe me, she pointed out that she was a Hale. That I should watch my back if I harmed Claudia in anyway or tried to restrict or control my omega, that my body would be found in the river with the throat ripped out. That woman, even in a cheer skirt I’ll admit was terrifying. But I had just found my soulmate it didn't feel right to give her away, even to a Hale. She was so much like Stiles. Her heart was carried on her sleeve, she was furiously protective of her friends, she doubted her own self worth. She had no idea how many lives she touched. How much of a hole she left behind. " The alpha laughed softly to himself, shaking his head sadly, his hands balling into fists.

"Did you know your alpha had bought the headstone even though I objected I was too tired to argue so she won in the end. And your uncle, he had covered her casket with white lilies. It was appropriate since he had purchased the roses for our wedding and her bouquet. I found out not too long ago that he had loved her too. Don't get me wrong he loves your aunt with every fiber of his being. Like I had loved Claudia." The alpha sniffed, releasing a shuddered sigh, as if he had been holding it for years.

"I know." The young alpha said simply his voice sounding small but sure. Derek glanced down at his mate, did Cora feel that way towards Stiles? Would she be lost like uncle Peter until she found her own mate, what about mother had she mourned just as privately as when Derek's father passed. It was confusing to Derek, he had no idea. Well until uncle Peter had confessed his own feelings but had his uncle known that Derek's mother had loved the omega as well?

"I had always assumed that the fresh lilies on Claudia's grave every year on of her death had come from Melissa, but I realize now it was your uncle. You know She had a bouquet of them in her hands when they buried her. I looked it up recently, the meaning of the white lily the significance. Love and loss, like a promise to meet again. I just thought they were pretty against her pale skin. Stiles looks so much like her, it's in his laugh his eyes even in his cooking. She loved him so much, she loved him so much. I can't tell him enough, I should have said something, I had no idea he was hurting."

Derek remembered Mcall, how he had tried to calm Stiles in that bathroom. He had said something, he had rocked Stiles in his arms, 'I miss her too.' Mcall knew, he knew Stiles better than Derek and stupid Selfish Derek had only concentrated on his own misguided jealousy. It made more sense now, of course Mcall had know Stiles’ deepest secrets, that made the dark haired alpha even more of a bastard! Stiles had trusted Mcall had leaned on his only friend and Mcall had all but severed ties with the isolated boy. The Sheriff continued on with his confession, and his advice to Derek.

“I was too far gone drowning in my own grief to realize any of this at that time. I thought my heart shattered into too many pieces to ever fit together again. They say alpha's don't die with their omegas, but thats a load of sh*t. I would have followed, that frayed sharp suffocating feeling in my chest, I wanted it to take me. I thought it would and in truth if Stiles had never been born it would have. I don't think I can take that again, no that's a lie. I know I can't take it again. You have to understand. I can't burry Stiles next. It will kill me. At I would let it. " The alpha took another deep breath as if trying to calm himself, Derek held his own, the grief was stifling.

"You have to see and I know it sounds like an excuse but I have thrown myself into finding these bastards! That bullet poisoned her even if she would have aborted Stiles it would have killed her but she would have had a chance. I don't ever blame Stiles, I never told him because I don't ever want him to blame himself. She was my world and I never noticed just how many others gravitated to her, even the Whittmores, how did I not see that one?" The man ran a hand over his face before continuing.

"If you could only have known her just for a minute you would understand. You, can't let these bastards these monsters get to him again. They think they're winning, jokes on them. I will see every last one of them torn to shreds, and oh do I have help. Your mother is not a weak alpha, they've made their mistakes. The moment they attempted to take Adam's life, when they took Claudia's, they thought they had won when they took her from us." There was a low growl from the usually calm officer, then his shoulders fell.

"Her memory haunts me, and I know your bond is still new but I guarantee his loss will haunt you as well. I wish that on no one. Never doubt your mother's love for her omega, I could see it in their quiet touches when they thought no one was looking, in the way her eyes softened. She wasn't always such a hard ass, she closed herself off after Adam passed. Claudia had sat with her not saying a word at the funeral. You were too young to remember but Claudia had held a sobbing Laura while I held a crying Brandon his soft mews were heartbreaking. Little Cora in her black dress pulled the ribbons out of her hair and tossed them down onto your father's coffin. Stiles clung to Claudia's leg he didn't understand, neither did Scott he kept on asking Melissa why everyone was so sad. You were all so young to understand, Adam was buried with a bouquet of sweet peas and baby's breath. It was Claudia that mentioned their meaning. Departure and devotion. She loved Adam and it wasn't till later that I truly understood her loss. We all make our mistakes, hindsight is twenty twenty right. "

The young alpha was at a loss for words how had he not known Scott and Stiles had been at his father’s funeral, then again the whole thing was such a blur. Derek said nothing but the Sheriff whispered low, "Right." Before he left, quietly shutting the door behind him with a soft click. Derek was left in confusion. He sensed no lies in the other alpha but it was all too hard to believe.

Later Stiles awoke the young omega seemed happier as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders. There was a soft tap on the door. Issac brought in a tray with cheese zombies, tomato soup and a plate of cookies for the omega and his alpha. he was careful to not spill the soup. Derek went to the small fridge and asked his mate what he wanted to drink, saving Issac a panic attack when he realized he had forgotten that detail. "Water is fine, this is my favorite thing to eat when I'm sick. Thanks Issac."

"Well uh, I didn't really make it. I burn stuff, so does everyone else in this place it turns out." He ran a hand through his hair, cheeks bright red, looking a little embarrassed. "So, after Lydia burned the first batch of cookies, and Jackson the cheese zombies, Erica tried while Boyd read the directions off an internet page. That turned out super bad, Lydia and Erica got into it. Erica claimed Lydia was purposely looking smug. Cora and Laura burned the soup and the second batch of cookies. " Derek made a confused face, why would his friends even attempt to cook, then agin he never thought about asking. It was almost funny, it was Stiles that started laughing, he held a pillow to his side, wincing between giggles. Issac quickly grabbed the tray careful not to spill any of the soup once more, he held it awkwardly as Derek shot a hard glare Issac's way, causing the boy to nearly drop the tray of food.

Stiles wiped his eyes he shook his head. "Oh, calm down Sourwolf. That was funny as hell. I once took a cooking class, third period with both Lydia and Erica. Let's just say a fire extinguisher was involved and Mrs. Henderson banned them from being near the stoves, they were on dish duty. Oh I wish you would have recorded that. Even thinking of Jackson in a kitchen makes me feel sorry for his kitchen staff. Oh man, I needed that." Stiles wiped at his eyes, sniffing. Issac smiled smugly in Derek's direction before placing the tray carefully in front of Stiles.

"So who ended up making this delicious feast for Derek and I?" The omega glanced up at the blushing beta, Derek frowned wondering if Issac's new found feelings towards Stiles were platonic or something else. The alpha watched the nervous beta closely as the smaller boy shifted from one foot to the next smiling brightly. The blue eyed boy's scent was actually less anxious more excited, Derek realized this wasn't the smaller boy's normal scent. Issac was happier, he watched the omega’s expressions closely and a small grin formed on the beta’s lips.

"It was Derek's aunt Carolyn. Even Derek's uncle refused to step foot in the kitchen he held baby Malia and said," Stiles started to giggle as Issac took a Peter like stance and expression, he even made a bad attempt at Peter's smug voice. 'Pups, know your limits.' Then Derek's aunt gave him a look, and Peter hurried out of the kitchen as if he were on fire. His omega is amazing at multitasking, she had everyone helping while she supervised. I've never seen any of our friends take direction from anyone let alone an omega like that."

Stiles was grinning and Derek only nodded his aunt was a good cook, and she might look sweet and soft spoken but he had been on her the angry end of her temper and it gave him chills. She loved to cook meals for uncle Peter and her teenage nieces and nephews not that mother ever let her help in the kitchen often. Expressing that was what house staff were for, remembering the Sheriff's earlier words the alpha wondered if it was out of worry. Aunt Carolyn was of small stature and Derek had recently discovered she had suffered more than one drop. Perhaps mother was just over protective, after all her deceased mate had been sickly after having Derek.

Issac hurried off when Derek narrowed his eyes, "I'll let you eat. If you need more let me know. Uh, Derek's aunt said that it's okay if you can't eat it all and not to push yourself. Or she will personally come up here and give your alpha an earful for not taking care of you." The omega saluted and Derek rolled his eyes.

After Stiles finished Derek had asked the younger boy if he would like to sit near the window. They omega had pushed the tray from him with a satisfied grin, his alpha frowned at less than half of the food having been eaten. Even the cookie was nearly untouched but Derek wouldn’t force it after all the younger boy had just returned from the hospital. The last couple of weeks had been hard, okay who was he kidding the last couple of years. So Derek remained silent, instead he gently lifted his mate and carried him over to the window seat where he had set up several large pillows. The omega had spotted the small book case filled with his favorite tittles as the alpha slowly approached the window, as if he was carrying a full glass of water not wanting to spill.

“Woah, those are all my favorite books,” He grinned rolling his eyes as Derek placed him slowly on the comfortable window seat. The late afternoon sun was streaming in passed the open curtains. “Wow that jerk Jackson gets to wake up to this every morning, lucky asshole.” This wasn’t said maliciously but in an amused tone. “How did he even know I loved Where the Wild Things are? I used to read it to Scotty when we were kids. Mainly because I learned to read before he did. We would jump around growling and he let me be Max. Says a lot about our relationship.” Stiles suddenly became quiet.

Derek quickly changed the subject wanting to punch Mcall in the face even more. Why was he even getting mad at Scott, hadn’t Derek contributed to the omega’s misery?

“Oh, Jackson and his sense of humor.” Stiles was holding up a Little Red Riding Hood book, it was too thick to be a children’s book, before Derek could read the author’s name Stiles tossed it at his feet, hissing at the motion. This brought Derek to his side leeching the pain from the younger boy. “Awe that’s so nice.” The omega leaned into the alpha’s touch with a content sigh. With his eyes still closed he asked a reluctant Derek to just pick a book off the book shelf for him. The alpha made sure the pain was completely gone before moving. He felt a content warmth spread through his bond faster than his omega’s serene scent reached him. He stood up from his squatting position near the book shelf having grabbed something absentmindedly, what he saw took his breath away. His mate was sitting eyes closed his swan like neck tilted back a smile caressing those full lips. The sun’s natural light was showering the younger boy dressed in an oversized Beacon Hills HS shirt, a creamy shoulder peaking out from the tilted collar.

Stiles looked absolutely radiant, and once more he let out a small giggle. Derek knew he was lost, he knew he could never deny his omega anything, especially now as whiskey colored eyes were caught in the lights rays shining even brighter. Stiles was beautiful, the omega burned bright red his head turning away from the window eyes wide blinking at the unmoving alpha.

“Derek?” The other boy asked quietly, and Derek felt his own cheeks warm realizing he either said that outloud or worse thought it either way he was sure Stiles had heard him. “Uh, here’s a book. I’ll text someone to grab the tray. So you know, no snacking until dinner, you need to eat more than junk food and I noticed you hardly touched your lunch.”

“So mean.” Stiles pouted accepting Derek’s choice the omega giggled once more reading the tittle. “Pride and Prejudice, ah a favorite and a classic. Have you ever read it?” The alpha shook his head looking guilty.

“I uh paid some kid to write the report for me. So I can’t say I have.” Instead of judging the alpha jock, Stiles surprised him with soft laughter holding back a wince.

“I’m okay.” He glared at his mate, Derek had caught the faint pinch of discomfort flashing across the omega’s mole dotted face.

“Then you wont mind me just double checking.” The alpha raised an eyebrow slowly placing his large hand just above Stile’s wound.

“Alright you caught me, but you don’t have to-“

Derek cut off the smaller boy’s words, “You don’t have to pretend you’re okay when you’re not. You can’t lie to me Stiles, I can hear it in your heart beat as well as through our bond. I know we’ve gotten off to a rough start and I have no right to-to expect your trust let alone your permission to uh touch you.” Both went completely red but the alpha quickly went on, “But I refuse to let you feel pain, if I can help it. Both physically or mentally. Even if that’s saving you from yourself. So don’t put on a brave face, no one will judge you. I’m just asking you to trust me and be honest.”

“Fair enough.” Stiles bit his lip turning away. “The same goes for you.” The omega was watching the alpha closely through the reflection in the window. “I can feel your loneliness, before your sisters and uncle arrived. You don’t have to put on a brave face either. You don’t have to prove just how strong an alpha you are. I get it, I have seen you on the field and in school. “

“Stiles-“ Derek was going to apologize again.

“Let me finish. I don’t mean you being a bully, I mean how you’re a friend to your little pack. I mean you come from a big pack and it would be enough if you just stuck close with your sisters or other pack alphas. I mean that’s how alliances are made. But you rally around these independent packless friends. They aren’t even all alphas, I mean that says a lot about a man’s character. Believe me I’ve seen it, most alphas stick together and act a bunch of neanderthal jerks, singling out the weak and being cruel. Stop, I’m not trying to make you feel guilty. I’ve accepted my role in life, I’m not angry at anyone, not my dad, not Scott, well maybe a little at Scotty. “ Derek felt the pain his omega was feeling and couldn’t identify if it was at the mention of his once best friend or at his self proclaimed position in life, low on the food chain. f*ck, Derek was such a f*ck UP! “I said stop. I wasn’t trying to make you feel worse than you already do, okay. What I was saying was you protect your friends, you all protect eachother but you don’t have to. Not you, not Laura or Cora but you do. “

Stiles smiled sadly chancing a look at his mate, and Derek held his breath, he could feel the sorrow through the bond, the loneliness. Stiles had wanted something like that, he wanted to be accepted and part of a family like pack. He had been denied his father’s love at home and school was hell. Until Cora, Derek’s own sister. The temperamental, explosive little brat, fresh out of reform school. She had seen Stiles for what he really was, a kind, clever, lonely, hurting person. A actual individual, one who everyone called worthless and treated like trash. And why! Why? What could they possibly say in their defense, and Derek knew it wasn’t anyones fault it was him, he had led his friends, encouraged and coaxed them into being cruel. Because they weren’t naturally like that, he knew that too, they were all kind in their own ways. Complex and not as shallow as some thought, but they had eachother and no one dared to interfere or challenge anyone of them for fear of all of them.

“You’re doing it again. Listen dude, I forgive you. I-I can’t promise not to be a little jumpy or anxious around you as a group or even individually but that’s just muscle memory. I, I will need a little time. But again we are getting off track okay. I just wanted you to know I get it. I mean even Jackson as much as a co*cky asshole as he is, he loves Issac as a brother kinda like how me and Scotty used to be.” There it was again the stabbing pain, the feeling of being unworthy. Did Stiles think he wasn’t aloud a friend, that somehow he was too low of a class to be Scotts friend let alone family. Derek felt the acceptance, Stiles had accepted this and it was true he wasn’t bothered by this. He found it no less painful, being alone but he somehow thought he deserved it. And f*ck! Derek had done this, the moment Scott joined their little pack he was no longer a solitary pack less nobody, he had a new family.

And Stiles was happy for his friend, his brother had found acceptance and he wasn’t alone like Stiles. f*ck Mcall, and Derek damned himself, that awful taste of bile and guilt threatened to turn his stomach. He held in his scent and pulled back his thoughts not wanting them to slip through the bond. Stiles was too kind to let Derek wallow in his own remorse. He would reassure Derek he only did what came naturally to leaders, he was disgusted by the weak and pathetic. More shame nearly overcame the older boy, shame and so much regret. How could he ever come back from that? How was Stiles still able to move on to face them every day, having been robbed by these thieves that stole his dignity and any small joys he found in his touch starved life. Again the alpha recalled the jagged scars lining like stripes high on his mates thighs. That was Derek, he might as well have held the razor to Stiles’ smooth tender flesh. He remained expressionless not wanting to scare his omega, not with the rage building up within.

He wanted to punch something, anything but he held back. For Stiles, he reminded himself, for Stiles. He would spend every day proving to his mate just how much he was valued, just how unworthy Derek was to have such a rare treasure as Stiles. The alpha recalled the Sheriff’s words, his confession. The man had hung his head low, he failed his son and by doing so his own wife. Derek thought of Uncle Peter. His uncle had confessed just how cruel he once was, before realizing his true feelings for Stiles’ mother. Even now he mourned her, not as a romantic love but as a friend ripped from his life so coldly. His uncle and even Derek’s mother had lived in a cold home devoid of any laughter or levity. They did not hug, they did not share moments of joy nor were they allowed to mourn the loss of their father, or anything. They had to be proud alphas, they had to show their strength by not revealing their weaknesses. However Derek knew it wasn’t a weakness to show emotion. Even the Sheriff had said so, he felt the prickle of tears just behind his eye lids. Stiles went on pretending to not notice.

“I saw how angry Jackson was when Issac was attacked. I could feel it through his scent, he would be broken if Issac was ever mistreated or hurt. I know there is something behind the fact that Issac doesn’t live with his family, but it’s not my business. I see how Boyd loves Erica, even though she has seizures as rare as they are now. You all accept her and out of respect and love no one brings it up. That is love. Because most alphas even betas would find any perceived deformity as a sign of weakness. Something to single out and either ignore or mistreat. Boyd loves her, and you all are friends. Everyone with their own personality flaws and quirkiness. You are a pack. And if you look around you’re all misfits. It’s cute.” Stiles surprised Derek once more with his praise with his understanding and Derek wanted to crumble to the ground. He felt so small, and sickened by his past actions. “It’s cool man. I mean I am not apart of that, I will never be. But it doesn’t mean I don’t get it. I totally do. “ Then softer, just like his father’s parting tone, “I get it.”

“Please just do me a favor and don’t treat me like some fragile maiden, it’s insulting. I know how to deal with whatever comes my way. I’ve made it this far right?” He turned back to the warmth of the sun closing his eyes and sighing. “Right.”

“I’ll uh, just get the tray out of here.” Derek placed the checkered throw across his mate’s legs. “Don’t try to get up, just sit tight.”

Stiles nodded. “I remember that pain so no worries, I will stay right here until my big strong chariot is back to force me into a nap.” He giggled again opening his book. “I don’t mind a nap next to my alpha sized heater.” The omega mumbled under his breath absentmindedly. Unaware of the blush blooming across his alpha’s pale face.

Derek opened the bedroom door closing it behind him, he didn’t plan on going anywhere, he just needed to breath. Placing the tray down next to him against the wall he squatted down covering his head, resting his chin on his knees. He didn’t even notice his three friends standing just opposite the door. Boyd approached his friend kneeling down he put a hand on his friend’s back. He could feel the proud alpha’s silent sobs, his own tears fell without noise. Jackson was turned away his forehead resting on the wall, all three were trying to keep themselves from being sick.

“How can he be so-I am a piece of sh*t.” Jackson sniffed leaving Derek and Boyd in search for his mate. “We can talk later.” His voice was hoarse as he hurried down the stairs. Boyd rubbed Derek’s back silently conveying his own turmoil.

“Don’t think this is all you man. We could have at any point said it wasn’t right. But we didn’t and that was our choice.” Derek shook his head.

“I can’t look him in the eye, I can’t. I f*cked up and I f*cked up bad. I don’t even have a good reason for doing what I did. I was annoyed because he showed me up in elementary school. And he didn’t I am just an idiot. He was so smart and he had to be so scared taking those classes two years ahead of the other kids his age. He was so f*cking small and I never took notice, I didn’t care I felt challenged. He just wanted some f*cking friends and I kept that from happening. I could have made friends with him, we could have laughed and later enjoyed the fact we were mates. Instead I f*cked up. I never wanted to be my mother. She is so unfeeling, smug and superior. She looks down on everyone and here I am doing the same. I am so ashamed and he’s in there forgiving me. He defended my actions. Made excuses where none truly were. “

“Hey man. I get it. But we are all going to make it up to him. All of us, ALL of us. And he is part of our pack not because you are mates but because he is our friend. And in this pack friends are family. He belongs to all of us, whether he knows it or not. He has proven that he is worth a hundred of us. It’s a hard pill to swallow knowing how big we f*cked up and admitting it. You’ve said sorry and he’s given you forgiveness but its up to you to prove just how devoted you are. Prove it’s not your bond marks. He doesn’t believe in himself but he obviously believes in you. In all of us. He even complimented Jackson, I think it blew that guy’s mind. He’s looking for Lydia to explain it just like I need Erica to. The rest of us have some repenting to do. And we will. We also wont let anything happen to him or you. We are in this together. Now straighten up man, and go back in there, take care of him. Because I gotta tell you he isn’t so great about taking care of himself. He does a damn good job helping others but not himself. We have our hands full he’s gonna be a hard one to keep safe and that includes from himself. But we’ll do it because like he said we are a family.” Boyd helped Derek stand, and the alpha nodded with a slow grin. He hugged his friend, the two thumped each other on the back only to pull away awkwardly, Derek and Boyd simultaneously broke out in laughter.

Derek nodded facing the door already feeling the pull of his bond, he hated being even this far from his mate. He could feel Stiles straining to keep calm without Derek close and within sight. The alpha slowly opened his bond holding back any of his negative and chaotic feelings. Stiles deserved to feel love and protection. Stiles deserved to feel safe, safe and affection. When Derek returned to the room Stiles had started to dose, the alpha watched his omega amused. He looked like a kid trying to fight sleep, denying to everyone that he was tired.

“Come on you. No arguing. It’s time for your pill and obviously your body is telling you that rest is long overdue.”

“But I just woke up, it’s not fair.” Stiles grumbled leaning his head against the alpha’s chest.

“It’s your bodies way of repairing itself. We all go through this when we get injured. It’s natural you big idiot.” Derek rolled his eyes, glad the omega couldn’t see the alpha’s own red rimmed eyes.

“Fine but if I have to sleep so do you. It’s only fair.” The boy yawned smiling when he felt the deep rumble of laughter vibrating through the alpha’s chest. Stiles decided he liked the sound and intended to hear it more.

“Okay, okay.” The alpha made it seem like he was put out when in reality he was rejoicing, his omega was starting to show affection without coaxing.

Derek waited for Stiles to move into a deeper sleep, the alpha could feel through their bond that Stiles was dreaming of something that made him happy. The older boy felt the warmth and happiness moving through their bond, as if Stiles' heart was pumping warm blood from his veins to keep Derek's own heart beating.

Derek wondered just what was bringing the omega such joy, he could only hear the slight sounds of laughter soft like a whisper that echoed down a long hallway. He gently pulled away from his omega careful not to jostle the relaxed form, his mate had somehow molded himself completely into Derek's body. The alpha preened, his Stiles had become more and more clingy and Derek wouldn't lie he loved it. He glanced down at the relaxed mole doted face. Leaning forward he allowed himself this, he hoped to not wake his mate. With the carefullest actions Derek pressed his lips to Stiles' slightly bruised temple.

Spooning had never been something the older boy liked but he could definitely understand why most werewolves and humans enjoyed this. Derek was never one for open affection, in fact he usually refused hand holding or lovey dovey PDA. With Stiles it was different and it wasn't just instinct talking. In fact Deaton had pointed out to the young alpha that the bond was incomplete, their instincts would not be as strong, they would only feel a slight pull and connection. This confused Derek at first, now he was just thankful for that piece of information. That meant he could convince Stiles this was real, that Derek's feelings weren't just coming as a result of their forced bond. The alpha shook his thoughts away from him, he had important things to discuss with his friends and sisters.

He reluctantly moved off the bed, a feeling of emptiness struck and nearly brought him back to hold his sleeping mate. Derek recieved the soft sound of a txt, he had been sure to turn his phones ringer off but lowered the sounds of messages. Glancing once more at his relaxed mate he gently pulled a soft checkered throw over the boy. He knew the pain medication would keep Stiles asleep so he opened the door signaling his group of friends and two sisters inside.

Jackson updated Derek on what had happened after the Sheriff had left the room. He reported that his own parents and the Sheriff had left the house, Peter had gone back up to baby Malia and Carolyn's room. The young Alpha also informed his friend that their were some deputies still loyal to the Sheriff including Parish parked outside the house and the lining various parts of the Whittemore estate. He had only noticed this when he and Lydia had gone on an impromptu walk. He looked away from his friend avoiding eye contact and Derek understood his friend’s embarrassment. There was nothing to be embarrassed about, they all were confused with their feelings but they all knew one thing and that was they had some repenting to do.

Jackson sighed, “Lydia's parents suddenly showed up at the house supposedly there was a water leak and plumbers were fixing it so they are staying over until it gets all cleaned up. “ the alpha shrugged, he also added “Lydia’s parents are both human” albeit her mother is a banshee and father is a Wicca. Jackson continued “they must have forgotten I’m a werewolf therefore not only do I have super hearing but I can detect a lie a mile away. I heard them from the sitting room. Naturally I pretended to not notice this when I came to greet them. Then Boyd's grandmother was out on the porch having been invited for dinner when mom and dad were so suddenly called away on business. Now that’s sort of believable.” The alpha shrugged, he made a face. “But then having Boyd’s grandmother here was odd. It’s not like my parent’s are close to Lydia’s and I didn’t know they had ever talked to Boyd's grandmother.” Jackson mad a face, Boyd’s grandma was a tough old alpha that even a spoiled sh*t like Jackson was smart enough not to cross.

So Boyd and Erica were staying over night, seeing how Grandma Jess was insisting on waiting for the Whittemores to return, it being the polite thing. Erica's parents were hardly ever around so she never had to report in to anyone, she practically lived at Boyd's house.

Derek recognized this method having lived in a pack long enough, this was a defensive move, it kept the most vulnerable within a circle to be protected as the next generation at all costs. It was ingrained in a pack as large as Derek's to keep pups safe, pups and omegas because they were the future of the pack, they would carry on a packs name and insure it's prosperity. Of course some of Derek's pack believed that meant omegas were property of the pack with the only purpose of breeding alphas. This was something his own mother was fighting against, even if her own views were sometimes slightly skewed when it came to her own child. He though about his friends, they were not in packs, they were vulnerable to attack, Scott, Erica, Boyd, Jackson, Lydia and look at what happened to Issac. Derek felt anger boil in him over what could have happened had Stiles not intervened. Dammit this omega was going to be trouble, anyone else would have saved themselves, would have walked away leaving the blond to his anxiety, then the attack and even the stabbing. Stiles just could not, he was braver than any alpha that Derek knew.

"Anyone text Mcall?" Derek looked over his shoulder in his mates direction then back at his friends. They took up a place near the window, Derek remained standing so he could be closer to the bed where his Stiles slept. He was three strides away and it felt like a distance it might as well have been miles.

"Jackson good job.” The alpha nodded smirking at his friends praise. “We need to make this quick so Mcall better get here soon. Stiles' pain meds wear off in another hour, he'll be needing to eat before he takes it." The alpha said this once more half turned he stared off in his mate's direction.

Jackson cleared his throat and Derek burned bright red realizing he was still staring over at his new bondmate. He snapped his attention back, he needed to focus, he hated being in the dark. Stiles was in danger, his brother hell his whole family had been threatened.

"What I was saying, " Jackson tried not to smirk, Lydia nudged him, apparently he failed at keeping the teasing tone from his voice as well. Everyone could smell the scent of affection radiating from their pack leader, the alpha was very much in love and refused to be too far from the object of his affection. Each of them reined in their own scents as much as they could not wanting to disturb the overbearing scent of Derek's possessive and veery territorial one.

"I texted him." Issac rolled his eyes, he leaned on the wall next to the window seat where Laura and Cora were sitting. Jackson heard a soft knock on the door, Erica made a face. She rolled her eyes at the tense alphas as well as the betas in the room.

"I guess I'll answer it boss. No one make a threatening move and if anyone is going to f*cking give off an angry or otherwise none neutral scent I'll throw you out on your ass. I don't care who you are." The blond glared at Derek and Jackson before continuing, "If Anyone upsets or wakes up that f*cking ball of healing sunshine over there it wont be pretty." She cracked her knuckles walking over to pull the door open. Her teeth sharp, she took a deep breath before smiling to the hunter and a nervous Scott repeating the same threat. The blond eyed the large bed where the sleeping form was propped up comfortable in a well constructed nest. "He looks so small." She whispered to no one but herself. A flash of guilt stirred up, she had been more than mean to him. She had joined in on throwing paper at the back of his head even tripping him more than once. She was part of the cruel actions that isolated the younger boy, she swallowed hard. Had he always been so small, so fragile looking?

Derek had raised an eyebrow at his long time friend catching a smirk on the normally stoic Boyd's face. Derek didn't blame the other boy despite the troubling situation the group found themselves in, his friends, his small pack were just as protective of his mate as he was. Derek held back a proud grin, how was he so lucky? He was a spoiled, piece of sh*t but he had managed to make quality friends.

He took in the group they were primed, moving to stand just a few inches closer than Derek near a sleeping Stiles making a half circle. The alpha shot a long look back to the nest where his Stiles slept unmoved, he pushed the intruding scent from him finding an anchor in his omega's own sweet one.

"Derek you're doing it again. Okay, we get it you bonded with Stiles, well half bonded he's the only one marked. Anyway can you rein in your affection, it's making poor Issac burn red." Jackson shifted from on foot to the other not meeting the taller alpha's eyes. Derek could see his friends even his sisters all looking away refusing to meet the Alpha's eyes. Mcall however was staring at Derek as if sizing him up, ready to challenge. Derek met the younger alpha's cold glare with his own impressive scowl, neither would back down. Erica gave a warning growl it was low but she made her point. The two alpha's broke their stare down Derek scowled turning away to look out the window just behind his sister's and Scott shoved his hands in his pockets meeting his mate's disapproving eyes.

It was Boyd to surprise them all by speaking first, "We are here for a reason, I suggest we get on with it while Stiles is asleep. He's been through enough and I have a feeling having us all in his space will make him nervous enough. "

" He has a good point." Allison added, she took a deep breath the bruise on her face from the fight at the party was starting to purple high on her cheek just under her eye. She wore a leather coat but their were other bruises visible around her collar bones dipping down past her neck. "I just want to say that my family had nothing to do with Jennifer. Her adopted family just up and disappeared after she managed to get away. Somehow she slipped out of one of the interrogation rooms. My father told my mother that it was suspicious enough, even Scott's dad has been called in to investigate corruption and the attempt not just on Stiles' life but Brandon's as well. He said she disgraced our family. “ The young hunter scowled not meeting anyone’s eyes.

“Because of her actions dad, mom and my cousins have been all brought in for questioning, they have all of us under house arrest and even my father has been asked to wear an ankle bracelet. That goes for me as well." She pointed at her left ankle, "Its the only way we have freedom. They say it's for our own protection but it's just to keep an eye on us incase we try to skip town like Jennifer's family. Anyway I wanted to say sorry to Stiles for everything."

"Me too man, you have to believe me I lost my phone a week ago. I thought it was somewhere around the house or I dropped it in the locker room or it fell out of my bag at practice. I really don't have the cash right now to replace it. Mom gave me a long lecture on taking care of my things better. The police say the phone is what lured Stiles out. I swear on my life I had nothing to do with that. I would never put Stiles in danger. He's like a brother to me and I've been a sh*tty friend. We haven't really talked since I presented. I kinda just selfishly got tied up in myself, and hanging out with you guys. I have a lot to make up for. As forgiving as Stiles is I don't think he will find it in him to forgive me. And that's what I deserve actually I deserve worse. So I'm here to help in any way I can. We all have made mistakes when it came to Stiles." Everyone looked away in embarrassment, Scott wasn’t accusing anyone nor was he trying to distract them for his actions. He was instead making a plea, being isolated from his pack of friends was taking it’s toll, and even knowing his bond with Stiles may be damaged beyond repair he was ready to face the consequences. He was ready to be judged and the younger alpha was ready to be formally and officially kicked out of the pack. However no one said anything, he only received a shared expression of guilt and sadness.

"I want to help too." Travis interrupted the group the younger alpha straightened his shoulders meeting the eyes of the older werewolves daring them to challenge him.

“How the hell-Mcall did you leave the door open?” Jackson growled low receiving a warning glare from Erica.

“No, I don’t think so?” The younger alpha winced unsure if he had shut the door completely, he was too worried that he would wake his sleeping friend up.

Cora walked over to the blond kid and thumped him on the back nearly causing the blond to fall over, "I like your spunk but listen here blondie I don't like you and I want to beat you into nothing for daring to touch my little brother. However he'll feel whatever I do to you. So whatever. You can live for now." She smiled sweetly her teeth sharp and a very obvious warning in her voice.

Derek scowled at the young blond, "Whatever happens you can't jump in, you'll just end up hurting my brother more. If you get hurt in anyway he’ll feel it. Just f*cking go back down the hall and stay with my brother, because for some reason beyond me he likes you. And it pisses me off that it has to be you.”

"You’re one to talk big brother. You did the same sh*t I did, maybe even worse to your soul mate. I never threatened Brandon in the hospital when he was vulnerable. “ No one spoke the air suddenly chilled, Derek growled but Erica took a step between the two.

“Burn.” Cora shook her head breaking the tension. “Sick but sweet burn. I haven’t forgiven you either big brother. My challenge still stands.” She stood up from the window seat glaring at her brother.

“Cora cut your sh*t! “ Laura surprised everyone by swearing, “Stiles is bonded to Derek, can’t you see the two have enough problems without you throwing in your hat. If you truly cared for Stiles you wouldn’t cause him more stress. Not when he’s trying to creat a bond with our brother. Because unless you’re blind it’s obvious they care for each other. Despite what’s happened in the past. Travis has a point Derek. You are in the same position if you are hurt so is Stiles. Now let the little bastard speak. Let’s make it very clear I hate him too but for Brandon’s sake, I’ll accept him. I have to. You’ve seen what happens whenever someone tries to step in. Brandon doesn’t need more scars, physically or mentally.”

Cora and Derek winced looking away from their eldest sister’s piercing eyes. “Fine. Sorry idiot.” Cora huffed.

“Apology accepted brat.” Derek grumbled. Laura rolled her eyes, these two were such f*cking pups, she signaled for Travis to continue.

“I swear I can control it. I don't ever want to hurt Brandon, it's my dad who caused some of this. I can feel the distrust in your family but I swear I had noting to do with it. Especially after what those men and my dad had planned for Brandon.” The blond went pale gulping, he looked ready to vomit. The group didn’t need details they could accurately guess what the boy meant. “I admit I bullied him but it was because I hated how he was better than me at everything but sports. My father reminded me of this every day and I took it out on Brandon. When I was uh pushing him around or when my buddies uh-" The young alpha felt his bravery start to slip he tensed looking over at the dark haired alpha she was the closest to where he currently stood. Not to mention Brandon's blond alpha sister as well as his older brother were f*cking terrifying but the young alpha had to do this. So he knotted up, swallowing the sudden rise of burning bile just at the back of his throat.

"When your buddies what?" Laura was nearing the boy, towering over him with her hips. Travis tried to concentrate on anything, he needed to go one. He wouldn’t be able to face Brandon or anyone else if he couldn’t find forgiveness or punishment. He studied the blond alpha. Laura was her name and she was wearing someone else's clothes. These clothes were lose on her, the black star wars shirt she had on hung just bellow her waist but her chest noticeably heaved as anger started to roll off of her. He fought submission, damn if she wasn’t scary as hell. How did his sweet, shy overly anxious mate come from the same alpha as these three? These unforgiving three. So he took a deep breath and continued with out faltering.

"When -when my friends, when they shoved him into lockers or uh hit him. “

“ Hit him how!” Derek tried to keep his voice low, Erica was to distracted by the little bastards confession to reprimand her friend. “Punching him in the stomach or the back, sometimes during P.E. They would be a little rougher on him than others. Tackling him even though it was touch football, throwing balls at him during dodge ball. And I participated or sometimes just watched." Derek's fists clenched and Cora held her breath, Laura's nails came out and her teeth were sharper. But no one moved to strike the smaller alpha, even the group of Derek's friends cringed. They had done the same sometimes worse. Derek was reminded of this when his friends smelled of guilt and saddens. Laura and Cora were the only ones not guilty they would be justified beating the brat into the ground until he swallowed his own teeth.

"Please just let me redeem myself. I did so much, but when he said he would find a way to break this bond or make it that we just platonically scent. That he would find someone else, I thought I was going to break, I felt it in our bond, it was growing lax and the light was dimming. Where affection was it was drowning out. I can't really put it into words."

Derek could relate, even though the blond was young he was already mastering his bond, whereas Derek had just started to learn about his own. He was new to the bond he had with Stiles but he did feel a chill when Stiles was colder to him. Hadn't his Stiles threatened to find a way to break their bond?

So Derek nodded his head, "Fine your in. After this we are going to have a talk and that includes your little buddies." Derek growled low, Cora and Laura nodded. Cora cracked her knuckles and tilted her neck a cracking that as well as if stretching for a fight.

Travis nodded eyes trying not to focus on the three very angry siblings. "Fair enough." He squeaked, before clearing his throat.

"We have it established so lets get it on with." Erica snapped.

"Fine. " Jackson rolled his eyes, "I heard Dad and Mom talking to the Sheriff, Stiles is being targeted by some psycho omega trafficker. He shot Stiles' mom with a wolfbane bullet, she was human but she was pregnant with Stiles who is half werewolf half human. It slowly poisoned her and Stiles was born too early and sickly that's why he has a weak immune system. It’s why he heals slowly." Jackson attempted to keep himself from the guilt he felt. He had treated Stiles so bad shoving him around punching him. sh*t Stiles was an omega, he was small and thin and Jackson had struck him. They all had except Laura, Allison and Cora. "She died when he was seven or six, she slit her wrists and Stiles was home alone with her. Apparently there was a lot of blood. "

Eric remembered Stiles getting sick at the sight of his own blood when he cut his hand. She shook off the memory and listened to Jackson. "Anyway I guess even her death was suspicious. Jennifer had mentioned that Stiles' mom was killed just like him by and Argent. "

"It wasn't my family they are cousins. Apparently they are extremists that's why they were never invited to thanksgiving or Christmas." Alison almost sounded like she was pleading her case to a judge and jury.

"We get it, you weren't involved." Lydia rolled her eyes, she knew her werewolf friends could hear a lie and Alison wasn't lying.

"Anyway." Jackson continued, "The Sheriff as well as Scott's dad have been tracking these guys they even shut down several operations. But they have been targeting the Sheriff's family and apparently Alpha Hale has been helping the Sheriff and funding the Sheriff's office. They are targeting the Hales but Derek's grandmother is in on it. At least they suspect this. They think she was not only involved with the attempt on Derek's dad's life but that she planned it. It was Stiles' mom that jumped in front of the bullet, covering your dad Derek, she saved him if that bullet would have hit him he would have lost Cora. “ Everyone frowned, that sounded so familiar, like deja vu. Jackson made a pained face before going on.

“Derek man. They think your grandmother wants Brandon to continue the Hale line so she wont kill Travis, and she wants you, because you are the one that will take over the pack after she passes. She need to eliminate Stiles so you can find another mate. She's crazy Derek. She wants to get rid of your sisters because they are both alphas and might challenge for the pack. Or even her. She thinks you and Travis will be on her side that's why she will let Travis live, that and Brandon's young he might die if Travis dies. She has your mother and other core pack members that would oppose her. That crazy bitch wanted to either sell your aunt and baby to the traffickers she doesn't want werecoyotes tainting the Hale blood line. " .Jackson scowled "Apparently there are officers lining the property as well as FBI agents. Our alpha parents are keeping us in a circle of protection." Jackson was finished with his report, Cora and Laura felt sick.

Everyone glanced over at a peacefully sleeping Stiles, his mother had died protecting Omega Hale only for both to die later. Cora canines extended and she took deep breaths her long nails sharp. "They wont touch Brandon, Stiles or aunt Carolyn and Baby Malia. No one will put their hands on our pack. "

"Jackson's parents and the Sheriff have gone to find more of the Hale pack to help circle around and protect the most vulnerable of the pack. They've decided the house is the best place to keep the Hale omegas incase Derek's grandmother's plan includes everyone. They still can’t confirm that she’s in on it. But all evidence points to her." Issac broke the silence he looked pale and his shaking hands were shoved into his jean pockets.

"Well that bitch wont succeed. We can't upset Brandon or Stiles I have a feeling aunt Carolyn already knows about this whole situation." Derek sighed. "For now let's be vigilante I know we have enough here but I think I know where they would have my mom and the others that took her side."

Derek resolved to kill his grandmother himself, he had to act and quick, this was not going to happen he wouldn't wait around he needed get rid of her. If you cut the head off everything would follow.

"Good plan." Scott spotted the red covered book near. The edge of the window seat. "Were did this come from? Nice joke Jackson, it's actually kind of funny it has little red riding hood story."

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"I thought you put in there as a joke." Jackson shrugged, "It must have been in the room before Stiles came in."

Alison frowned, Scott sniffed at it. "It smells weird. I can't place-" Scott opened the book, there was a book mark he read the black rectangle was made of a thin silver. The inscription on the black tag was written in gold cursive. "Life imitates art." Scott frowned he looked at the page. There was a picture of woman holding a baby, "Once there was an omega she loved her son. He was weak and sickly she should have drowned him at birth. After all he was a just an omega." Scott scanned the page with disgust, however when he went to turn the page it felt like something burned him. He dropped the book, but Derek could read the disgusting story. Alison kicked the book.

"No one touch it, Scott your hand! Look.” Scott held out his hand it was welting and then the skin started to bubble painful where he had come in contact with the poisoned pages. Then he slowly began to heal. “I'll call Deaton or my father. Scott luckily you barely touched it. It's coated in poison, in fact infused with it. If it's what I think it is, it could have killed Stiles in his weakened state. This chemical is banned in our family, it was something the Argent's invented it to assassin unsuspecting positions or other targets. But like I said Argents have changed since then."

"f*ck, who would do that?" Issac demanded.

"No ones been in the room." Alison picked up the book listening to Jackson, "Alison you just said that damn book is poison."

"It only works on weres, like i said the Argents were at war with the weres at one time." Alison hated to admit her shameful past she just glared at the book.

"I wonder if there are clues in here I mean it was oddly on point about Stiles. " Scott was shaking his hand.

"The nurse, she was sent by my cousin Martin, he must be helping my grandmother. " This could have been bad and Derek swore at himself. For missing this.

The group grew quiet and Jackson with Scott inspected the other books trying to find something that was coated with poison. Scott sniffed at the book with Jackson the rest of the group settled around Stiles' bed. Issac fought the urge to climb into the nest. Instead he laid at the foot of the bed. Alison left the room to make a call and Derek sent a quick text to his uncle. Scott and Jackson decided to check books or magazines in Brandon's room, the younger boy read comics. Brandon ran to check the mini library in his mates room. Jackson and Scott agreed on the younger alpha's decision and they headed to the baby's room.

Derek climbed into bed next to his mate, the younger boy sighed and curled closer to Derek's warmth. They had found two more poisoned books in the baby’s room. Peter was livid, after hours of scowering the house they found an all clear. The Sheriff was notified and he didn’t hesitate to get a warrant for the nurse and Doctor Hale. Stiles remained in the dark, Derek didn’t want to upset his content mate.

Dinner was ready a few hours later and the group moved downstairs, Stiles woke breathing into Derek's neck he moved away slowly his whiskey colored eyes gazed into Derek's own eyes. The alpha swallowed his throat suddenly dry, "It's dinner time. Do you, uh do you want to go downstairs or eat up here." The alpha smiled nervously, was Stiles disgusted that he was practically wrapped around the smaller boy.

The younger boy stretched wincing the alpha was quick to take the pain and his omega giggled eyes closed he nodded. "Okay, a change of scenery." And to Derek’s surprise Stiles moved closer snuggling into his chest where his heart threatened to explode, as well as blood rushing to other places, again he swallowed. He clasped his eyes shut, counting then silently going over math equations.

Stiles sat with a pillow at his back and he a blanket thrown over him, Issac was suddenly at his uninjured side his head on Stiles' lap and the omega couldn't help but comb his fingers through the blond's hair. Erica was leaning on Boyd who sat with an arm on the back of the couch his hands reached just behind Stiles’ neck where he rested his hand. The omega stiffened at the sudden touch but he didn’t move away, he slowly relaxed into it. Erica stretched settling with legs out across Issac's lap and her toes barely reaching the omega’s back where she gently buried her toes. The omega seemed oblivious to the scenting that was going on while the group waited for dinner to be served. The young omega burned red when Jackson sat close to him careful not to jostle him and Lydia laid her head on her mates legs arms resting on Stile’s knees. Jackson was carefully placing a soft pillow blocking the wound from accidental touch. He placed himself closer and with his eyes focused on the flat screen he rested an arm behind Stile’s shoulders just under Boyd’s hand. Cora took the spot on the floor leaning against stiles legs that barely dangled over the couch Laura doing the same, resting her head on Cora's shoulder but her back managed to touch Stiles’s shin.

The omega soaked up the warmth, he had always wanted to sit like this with a pack, he held the tears back as Derek put a movie on. It was one Stiles liked Alison and Scott took a spot on the floor with pillow curled up next to each other the Scott placed the omega’s feet on his back so the younger boy could almost recline. Then Derek slid behind Stiles careful to not jostle him, he kept a hand on the omega so he could take any pain he might cause. He placed his legs on his mates side, his muscular thighs touching his mates own on each side. The alpha scented his omega discreetly enjoying the sigh of content. Uncle Peter and Carolyn had come down with Travis and Brandon. All found a place to sit the room filled a mix of scents that twisted together and Stiles felt calm. Dinner had come in and they all moved to eat. Stiles felt a sudden emptiness at the lose of their heat and touch. However Derek remained behind, he placed a plate in Stiles’ lap, aunt Carolyn smiled handing it to her nephew.

“What about you?” The omega frowned turning his face up, his nose brushing against a prickly chin.

“We can share.” The alpha smiled devilishly he picked up the fork and took a piece of the chopped teriyaki chicken and placing it on his omega’s lips. The boy automatically took a bite then came some rice. Being fed like this wasn’t as degrading as Stiles would have ever thought, instead it felt intimate and somehow loving. He blushed red, taking a piece of chicken slightly turning up he placed the chicken against his mates mouth, the alpha slowly took the offering his warm mouth grazing the omega’s surprisingly sensitive fingertips. Stiles gasped when the alpha’s warm thick tongue licked at the sauce on the omegas fingers. “Mmm” The alpha hummed “Delicious.” His eyes dark with a different kind of hunger. ”Your turn.” And the two switched off until Stiles protested that he couldn’t take anymore. Derek grinned at how much he was able to get his omega to eat. Issac was burning red when he took the plate and everyone returned to their places. Stiles was handed a bottled water and his pain medication, he made a face but took it obediently. The movie was nearly halfway through before his head started to grow heavy and his blinks became longer and longer.

Brandon had also fallen asleep after his medication was given, his bandages had been changed before dinner and he had curled up with his head on his mate’s lap. The young blond burned bright red slowly getting up, “I’ll carry him up to the room.” No one objected, the young alpha was taller at five eight and he was still growing. Where as Brandon had stopped growing at five foot, so the blond gently lifted his love princess style heading for the stairs. The omega Hale rested is uninjured cheek on his alpha’s shoulder humming contently.

Derek rolled his eyes, but he moved to do the same, “He ate more this time.” Lydia pointed out, grabbing the blanket that was slipping from the sleeping omega. She tucked it around him carefully, Derek nodded his thanks.

Issac walked up the stairs so he could open the door to the room and turn on the light so the alpha wouldn’t trip. The rest headed to bed, pausing in front of the door to Derek’s room saying their soft goodnights. The alpha thought he would rest easy tonight, he thought nightmares would not reach him now.

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Chapter 14: What dreams may go

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Derek held Stiles as he drifted off he could hear the slight breathing of his omega, the steady in and out rocked him to sleep. Safe, his omega was safe, safe and he would fight to keep him that way. Allison still hadn't called about the book, she had taken straight to her father after they discovered it. She left after dinner promising that she would tell Derek if she found out anything. Derek could feel her desperation, she wanted to prove she wasn't her cousin, she needed him to know she wasn't the enemy. The alpha had just nodded and walked her to the door with Scott on his heals. The group was staying the night including Scott, the younger alpha wanted to talk to Stiles, he didn't have the courage while they were sitting in the family room. Just being there, being allowed to touch and scent his friend was more than he hoped for.

He had walked his girlfriend to her car, she glared at her ankle bracelet, it seemed the whole town was judging her. Derek almost felt bad for the Argents but he wasn't taking anymore chances with his omega. He stood watching her until her car's headlights disappeared.

Now Derek drifted on a sea of warmth his omega secure in his arms. It wasn't until his body relaxed and deep sleep took over that he started to sink into muddy waters. It was dark and suffocating, Derek struggled to breathe he couldn't yell or move. Then the waters like sand pull him completely under suddenly depositing the struggling boy in the hall of Beacon hills high. His head ached, he put a hand to a spot just above his neck. Then he noticed his hands weren't his own, they were to small, too pale and too delicate from Derek's perspective however he thought the actual owner would disagree.

Derek frowned looking down, he was wearing a red hoodie, dark blue skinny jeans and a pair of black converse. These converse were scuffed at the toes as if they had been dragged across a lawn. The alpha swallowed hard, or those shoes with there owner had been dragged across a lacrosse field.

He heard the loud chatter belonging to a group of teens. Not just any teens, Derek could see himself and his friends. It was surreal, and he felt it. Panic, extreme panic, it gripped his heart and Derek felt his instincts scream 'run!'driving him to search for an exit.

He heard the pounding of feet an slammed into a hard wall of seemingly solid concrete. It took the wind from Derek, or as the alpha guessed. It was Stiles' body he was in. He scooted back away from the deep growl, Derek watched from the omega's prospective. Strong hands lifted him up by his neck slamming him into a locker.

"Hey freak you should watch where you are going!" The jock Derek sniffed at the smaller Stiles' neck as the younger boy tried to squirm free.

"Please-I'm sorry." Stiles started to breath the alpha laughed making a face.

"Please. I'm sorry. Pathetic! You stink! No one likes a little smart ass like you around!"

"Please I don't know what I did but I'm sorry." Derek heard the pain and self loathing in those words and it broke his heart.

"You caught em! Squirrely little f*cker!" Jackson punched Issac's arm.

"Yeah, he ran into me. Kid doesn't even know how to apologize." Derek dropped the smaller boy and from Stiles' perspective he cowered covering his head.

"I'm sorry-" his words were cut off as a foot made contact with his side, pain and more pain until it finally stopped. But no one was helping everyone just walked by. Some paused to laugh. When the barrage finally ended Stiles waited curled into a ball before picking himself up, he caught sight of Scott chatting with Allison and the two passed him by without stopping. Hurt more so than pain nearly overcame him.

This Stiles half limped to his class, no one asked about his bleeding lip or disheveled appearance. The teacher rolled her eyes, Derek walked in a grin on his face as he knocked the book and pens over on the boy's desk. Stiles didn't react he knew it would only bring worse. The teacher scolded him unfairly but the omega grimaced already used to it. Erica threw erasers at the back of the boy's head, Derek felt his heart rate start to accelerate as the another eraser was thrown harder by Jackson, then Issac sent a highlighter, Jackson high fived. The other students joined in before Stiles asked to use the restroom. The teacher rolled her eyes If you must and when you return please pick up your mess, try to keep it in your bag. Really Stiles everyday with you. Leave your bag Mr. Stilinski!"

Mrs.Franz shook her blond head turning her back on Stiles as he half ran half limped from the room almost falling, his chest was squeezing and the snickers followed him into the hall until he found an empty stall. Shaky hands locked the door and he slid to the floor trying to focus attempting to stave off a panic attack. His anxiety meds were in his bag, he felt hot tears falling shivering he put his head to his knees.

Derek felt himself gasp for air, moving through this memory to find himself standing next to his jeep, toilet paper decorating the old jeep. The boy pulled it off quickly before continuing home. He hummed to the radio, the ride wasn't too long. Stiles pulled up ti his house shivering, he took note of an empty driveway. Entering an empty living room he had no appetite, even though he had skipped lunch to avoid a certain group of bullies.

He made his way to his room and looked at the unanswered texts from his dad as well as calls. The boy shrugged and started his homework his side still aching and now a pounding head. Then Derek blinked again.

His hands were on a steering wheel, but they still weren't his hands, the knuckles were white gripping the leather covered wheel. The car had sh*tty shocks, every bump in the road had Derek bouncing, he felt hot all over. His skin itched, he ground his teeth, trying to calm his heart, damn he was sweaty. What was he wearing? He could see his arms were wearing his red hoodie, he had the heater full blast. But still shivered.

Derek caught how small his thumbs peeked out of a hole in the cuffs. He was wearing a grey shirt with a bat signal, he glanced in the mirror, this wasn't happening. Whiskey colored eyes were staring back at him, short cropped hair and a mole dotted face. Derek turned away from the mirror feeling uncomfortable it was hard to describe, his stomach was cramping.

The alpha turned back to concentrate on the road, it was dark and the trees lined the black pavement like the calm surface of a lake at night. Derek had never really looked at anything when he drove, but now he watched the gently swaying trees singing their own lullaby. The lights of this jeep, it had to be Stiles' jeep because thats what he always drove.

Again with the cramps, they were intense and his whole body lit up, he didn't have time to think about it, because suddenly his lights hit something. There was a brown haired girl, wearing a black skirt and a pink button up. Next to her was a boy in a letter jacket. Their were others shadowed in the background, the lights of the jeep not quiet reaching them. Fear struck Derek, and he heard himself say something.

"sh*t." And without further thought the white knuckled hands turned the wheel, Derek bounced hitting his head on the roof of the old vehicle, his seat belt burning across his chest. The world began to spin and he felt the spray of broken glass striking him like sharp bullets hitting his face and chest. The taste of copper filled his mouth and he knew he had bitten his tongue. His body hit the steering wheel once more. His lungs screamed in pain, and his chest felt as if it had been punched by a sledge hammer. His arm hit the side of twisting metal and finally the world came to a stop with a jolt a loud thud and crumpling metal. He coughed but it hurt and at the same time he couldn't catch his breath. He felt hot tears running down his fevered skin. "Did I hit them? Are they okay. Please-" the words escaped his mouth without hesitation and he groaned. The pain was intense and then the door to his side was pulled away headlights lit up the scene, was it his lights or the other car's. Someone was reaching for him and he asked again.

"Is everyone okay-" he flinched away from the cruel hands that pulled him free of the seat and the seatbelt lashed out against his already sensitive skin. His arm ached and the hands were not gentle. Then it happened, a burning so intense as if his arm was held over a fire. His whole body was on fire and breathing hurt.

He heard a growl from the person above him, it was from the one carrying him. Derek's own face was visible, fear was nearly as electrifying as the pain. Then he felt the world start to blur with a sob.

"You keep your mouth f*cking shut about this car accident and your f*cking arm? Or else! You little sh*t! You hear me! Or I'll give you the beat down of your life!" The growl was low and Derek remembered how Stiles had started to hyperventilate before blacking out. This time Derek was watching from Stiles' prospective. And it was terrifying, the only relief was the familiar cold that completely pulled him under.

Next he woke up hearing the slightly steady beep of a monitor the room felt cold and there was the pain. Hs throat was so dry he wanted water but no sound came from his mouth. He felt the split of his bruised lip reopen. He wondered oddly with calm if he had recieved it earlier in the day or in the accident. The accident! Did he hurt anyone! He couldn't live with himself if he did. His life wasn't worth anyone's.

The room started to come into sharp focus the lights were bright he blinked until he was able to keep them open. A heavy hand made to numbly pull at the oxygen cannula under his nose.

He heard a groan, was that him? Nothing but pain worse than the usual everyday pain. And then there was the familiar loneliness, always so cold and so alone. He heard someone approaching and a hope a spark of joy warmed his chest, he turned his aching head. The movement caused his neck to pinch but eagerness pushed it away. Someone was there, Dad was there! He wasn't alone. Please come closer I cant see you. It's cold.

"Dad?" He groaned, confused at how different and wrong he sounded. It hurt so much, he was so cold. But dad was here, he felt like crying. He cared. Someone cared, he wasn't alone, he whimper and then there was an unfamiliar scent. It was confusing, a deep voice broke through the haze and the hope.

"No. I'm not your f*cking dad." And just like that the icy cold returned and the light was snuffed out.

"Derek?" Stiles squinted was this a nightmare. He wasn't here, thise eyes look away from him. He'll hurt you, but you were already hurting. Oh god did you hurt him? Or-or someone. The tightness returned. Squeezing already tight lungs. Oxygen it wasn't helping. "Is everyone okay?" Oh godds oh godds please be okay. I'm sorry, I'm sorry! This was a whispered mantra in Stiles' head. "Did I hit anyone?"

Please say no, please say no! "Why do you care idiot?" Stiles swallowed, it hurt. Why was there so much pain, moving hurt, so uncomfortable. Tears wouldn't come. It didn't matter if he cried, Dad hated him, he was alone. Dad wasn't there, too many muted scents but Derek's was familiar as harsh as it was, as cruel as he could be it was familiar. Stiles wanted it to keep him from floating away, the cold promised no more pain, sleep would be ok. But it was threatening but so was Derek.

"It hurts." Could Derek help? No, maybe a nurse. The call button he needed help. Derek was mad, but he was always mad. His scent was angry, but it was familiar, no it was mad. It promised punishment it promised more pain. Can't get away!

"Hey! Focus idiot." Harsh words, the scent swallowed and pressed down on the most crippled parts of Stiles. The lifeline his life saver was being held out of reach, like everything else. These thoughts tore at Derek the vision of himself so tall and domineering, the heavy scent all of it left him disgusted. A flash of a taller boy holding a starwars lunch box out of Stiles' reach entered the boy's mind.

"Listen freak, I'll only say this once. You don't remember how you flipped your jeep. We found you in that ditch. You're grateful. You were presenting and lost control. And this! " Derek held up his forearm out forcefully pointing at the nightmarish teether, it promised pain and cruelty.

It would tie him down until he truly drowned. Oh godds, he would be found out all his secrets, how his father hated him, his mother committed suicide to be away from him! He would be exposed, they would lock him away. His chances at finding someone out there that loved him or could grow to love him was vanishing. He would never be warm, he wished for freedom and for a kind soulmate.

His plans for freedom, the university that scouted him. He would leave the could house, his no longer best friend, the school that despised him. He could have left it all behind, he had a chance as wishful as it was, he could find love. He wanted freedom, he stuck around he would kill himself it was the only other option. He was a coward, it was cowardice, but it would be a desperate attempt to get out. Go somewhere warmer and just end it. Now that was a possibility, it would be his last attempt to be in control of the cold. Free of the kicks, the loathing he brought on.

His mother grew to hate him, he brought it out in people it was him and he no longer questioned it. His father would not come, no matter how hard he wished it, because it was obvious it was Stiles' fault for killing his mother. Her warmth and affection gone, it had diminished over time and the bulling at school had increased as well. It wasn't a coincidence, they all must have known.

"Not you. Not you. I don't want you." Stiles heard his own words but what who cares if it was outloud! His life was over, let the alpha hit him. He was an omega now he could smell it on himself!

"You've got it wrong! It's me who doesn't want you! So keep it quiet or else!" Stiles felt the comand deep to his bones, rejection flowing through him but he was already accepting of the cold numbness. Derek was horrified by these unspoken thoughts. Stiles was so numb inside and his inner voice too bad not outside. The alpha let go of the call button remote, wrinkling his nose. Stiles knew his stink was offensive knew his anxiety and fear were more pronounced but he felt weak against it. Derek's heart broke. He felt every one of Stiles' stinging ideas, disappointments and feelings of uselessness. He was drowning, aline and the cold that threatened to overwhelm him was there it was stronger. Derek wanted to punch the memory version of himself wanted to destroy him. These were his own thoughts, these were not Stiles', but they should have been. Instead he was scared, he was so afraid and lost.

Then the alpha raised his arm ready to strike, 'Run! move away! ' Derek felt Stiles' body resist movement. His will to avoid the punishing blow helped him scoot farther away from the threatening alpha teen. Derek was going to hit him again, it would hurt, his useless pathetically weak body already ached everywhere and the omega braced himself.

f*ck! Derek was a piece of sh*t! He was never going toStiles would never come to trust him, let alone love him. Derek was a monster! It wasn't a wonder the smaller boy flinched all the time. He didn't deserve the omega, was Stiles still thinking of suicide, did he want to be free of it all? Derek needed to feel through their bond more than ever!

"Please don't." A hoarse plea, another whimper. "Just leave me alone." Breathless now. In Stiles' head it was a prayer a wish a desperate plea. He couldn't take anymore. He would break soon. The cold and loneliness returned and dark unreadable chaotic thoughts spun around. The heart monitor was beeping louder, and Derek f*cking hadn't taken notice. He hadn't notice the dryness in the omega's mouth, the shallow breathing or the tension gripping that frail body.

Then the air was cleared and once more hope stirred, pushing back the fog of medication a faceless nurse had administered. He felt the kinscent calm him more than any medicine. Then it turned angry, and Stiles' cold fear returned.

"How could you be so irresponsible? What the hell were you even doing out this late! Answer me Stiles!"

It was harder to breath, harder to move let alone talk, but the command was clear. It wasn't a choice so he answered, fear was there his dad would abandon him finally. Would he first strike him he was angry enough. A flash of his screaming hissing threading mother flashed behind his squinting eyelids. Even that facial movement hurt so bad, copper filling his mouth from a split lip.

Derek growled at the alpha, didn't he see what his anger was doing, couldn't he har the singing heart monitor. How! How could pure intentioned, malice free, clever Stiles forgive this man! Now Derek could see, these actions were worse than anything Stiles had endured at

Derek's bullying pack's violence.

This man was supposed to be an anchor , protective and loving alpha. He didn't even offer a touch to the obviously shivering touch starved young newly presented omega. Instead when he waved his hand in a gesture of exasperation the small injured omega braced himself once more expecting violence, a reprimand a perceived well deserved punishment.

Then Derek felt the hovering threat, he could feel Stiles' fear of the older high school alpha. He whined trying to stave off an approaching panic attack.

"I was just out for a drive. I needed to clear my head. I wasn't feeling well-" It was truth, Stiles turned away presenting his neck weakly, it hurt but he deserved it. There was talking but he ignored it. Words were dangerous. He cried because thats all he could do to push the cold back, he was lonely, could someone just reach out. His father left the room, pushed out by a hovering concerned nurse. Derek felt the emptiness of the room.

Then someone did offering a settling relief, pain started to leak away was this new medicine. The doctor's touch was kind, it was warm and Stiles started to drift his lids heavy, before he fell into restful sleep the angry promise "See you in school-" drowned him into a nightmare.

Derek hated himself more, he was a selfish spoiled bastard!

The hospital room faded away, and the omega held his cell phone hoping for a text from his dad or Scott, someone to ask if he was okay. His heart uplifting at the sound of the doorbell ringing from where he painful stood in a cold bedroom.

There was a memory of Boyd and Erica showing up at his door, followed by fear of his father finding out. The smell of blood reminded him of his mother's angry rant before slitting her wrists.

Derek walked through memories, finding one with Cora. Their playful banter, the slow flicker of possible hope. Then another day to look forward to. Stiles felt peace even if he still shivered, Cora promised protection although misguided. Her scent was familiar and gentle. But Stiles wasn't drawn to it romantically more like he found a boat in the middle of a vast ocean, and he was floating on calm waves, still in a vast ocean but not truly alone.

Then Derek watched Stiles headbutt an alpha threatening Cora. The student squeezed Stiles' hurt arm, Cora reluctantly left him as he tried to catch his breath. So many memories, such drowning thoughts. And Derek was left standing in a familiar forest, Stiles was in front of him his side bleeding.

"I hate you!" He hissed before slapping Derek hard across the face. The Alpha sat up, his eyes wide chest pounding. A hand touching his cheek the memory of pain fading. Hot tears fell from his eyes no matter how hard he wiped at them.

"Woah there big guy! You're okay. You're okay." Cool hands were touching Derek's fevered cheeks.

Derek swore he'd find that bastard and break more than his nose! " Stiles?" Derek sobbed, the dark room becoming more and more clearer.

"Yeah it's me. I'm here. Sssh. You're ok. " The omega's voice was tense, but he offered calm and comfort. Derek could smell blood, his mate's blood. He blinked swallowing hard, the faint memory of cotton balls.

He realized Stiles was in his lap again straddling him but something said not by choice.

"We're all okay. We're all ok." The boy whispered leaning a clamy forehead into touch Derek's own heated one. As Derek became more and more aware he realized something wasn't right. He suddenly noticed that he was holding Stiles by his hips, his hands splayed out that he was pressing into his mate's wound. Not just this but a horrifying revelation that his claws were out, he could feel his sharp teeth as biting his frowning botton lip.

"Stiles!" Derek released the boy, which proved to be more painful for the omega. Without Derek's grip to steady him and add pressure to his wound, the omega fell over onto his injured side a painful whimper scenting the air with salt and copper. The alpha switched on the light his claws and teeth retracting.

Blood was soaking through Stiles' cupped hand right over the puncture wounds the alpha caused. Then the reopened stab wound was matting the slumped over boy's pale bruised skin beneath the now red bandage and the rumpled comforter beneath him. Stiles' breathing sounded desperate, short bursts of air and even shorter gasps.

"I'm so sorry! Stiles!" Derek's hands hovered over the ashen faced omega his eyes clamped shut. Derek shook off panic mode gently repositioning his mate, quickly placing a warm hand over his mate's ribs just above the wound.

"Hurts." The boy sobbed until Derek leeched the pain.

"Hold on. I'll make it better. Oh godds I'll make it better. Stiles please. I'm sorry." Derek hated how his words sounded like Stiles' had.

The omega grunted when he was cradled in his mates arms placed back onto the pillows.

Derek had to look had to check the damage, "It's ok. " Stiles' shakey reply before a pain pill and water were pressed to his lips.

He opened his eyes, pain started to ebb with Derek's hesitant touch, something pressed against his side. He blushed seeing Derek's shirtless muscled body so close. Sure they slept shirtless but the lights were on. Gods he was beautiful, so unfair.

"Wanna talk about your dream?" Stiles' clammy hand reached out but Derek couldn't meet the omega's eyes. "We can't move forward if we keep looking back. " Stiles managed through clenched teeth.

"I keep f*cking hurting you." Derek sobbed, bowing his head to Stiles' stomach his hand stilled extended holding a sterile cloth to his omega's side.

A hand reached out to run fingers through Derek's hair. "This time was my fault. I opened our bond and couldn't stop thinking about stuff and I guess it transferred over." He grinned through his slowly steading heart beats. Derek felt something through the bond. A sense of satisfaction..wait did? Did Stiles just-

"Did you think I'm a saint. I was sitting and thinking these jerks. They put me through hell. And now you are all being nice to me and it confuses me so-" he grinned a little mischievously. "I know you feel guilty enough but it's hard to just let go. But then you started freaking out so I tried to wake you. I didn't mean for you to uh have a nightmare, I didn't mean to project. I guess I didn't think it through. You wouldn't wake up-and stop looking at me like that. You're the one who fell asleep sitting up! Dummy. And so uh you kinda deserved it but then I kinda feel like we aren't even. Especially since you put me in your lap. Which wasn't all the way uh uncomfortable. But we still aren't even. Cause-" Stiles surprised Derek by pushing him, it didn't move the solid wall.

"You know I don't hate you dude. Right?" The omega bit the inside of his cheek making a cute pouty face. Not that Derek could even do more than stare.

Derek frowned he was still touching Stiles as he sat up. "Don't call me dude you-"

"Me what,? Dude." Stiles poked Derek in the chest with saying dude. "Hmm? Duuuude?" Stiles felt brave feeling no pain. So he poked Derek in the side unaware of the blood still staining his hand.

The alpha flenched or he may have huffed, color filling his cheeks. Stiles narrowed his eyes, eyebrow raised and another smirk. He poked his mate's side causing the teen to make another surprised sound. Was that a muffled giggle? Stiles narrowed his eyes, he had the upper hand Derek couldn't move or more like wouldn't. That was endearing as well as advantageous. And Stiles wasn't above

cheating to get his way. So he moved in for the kill both hands going for both sides. Derek tried to dodge but he couldn't chance moving his hands, one took the pain the other held pressure.

"Wait! No! Stiles you little bast-" Derek growled.

"Sourwolf is ticklish. Who would have thought." The omega giggled, "Take That!" Another onslaught of now grabby hands fingers running feather like over ribs. This time Stiles had scooted closer and Derek was growling but without malice, he was trying to get a hold on the situation. What the f*ck was Stiles playing at, he went to semi angry, okay maybe smug to playful. Now the omega was in Derek's space, the alpha could feel the boy's nearness, his own heat radiating towards the smaller frame. And Stiles had perfectly ivory skin so smooth. Hell Derek didn't even know he was ticklish.

Then the omega was nearly climbing on him his soft lips taking Derek's slightly parted. There was a flow of something through the bond they shared, he felt the strong connection light up, the distance no longer gapped, the omega was in front of him the color of their connection strong and now the same color. Derek was trapped, his hands on Stiles' bare skin. Smooth, perfect and heating up.

Derek deepened their kiss feeling thin arms wrapping around his shouders hands cupping, running through the hair at the back of his head. f*ck their was grinding and Derek pulled away before this got out of hand. He could feel his wolf wanting to be free, already fangs were extending. Derek didn't realize how close to the edge of the bed he was until he fell back. Stiles giggled peaking over at his alpha. "Okay maybe we are a little even." The boy held the cloth to his side, still grinning even though he was tense with the newly revived pain.

Derek laid back on the carpet having sat up, his arms thrown over his face. Then palms pressing into his eyes.

"Not funny Stiles!" He groaned hoping Stiles didn't notice his uh, physical reaction below the waist. Derek knew his whole body was flushed not just his face. This guy was going to be the death of him.

Stiles laid back hissing and giggling out of breath. Derek was on his feet, "Stiles-"

"Its fine Sourwolf. We can tape it up and call the Doc in the morning. Tell him you couldn't keep your hands to yourself." The boy giggled again.

Derek shook his head"It's not funny you ass look how much its bleeding. And I'm an alpha this might scar it might be-"

"Derek I was stabbed. You barely scratched me. I've had worse, like BEING STABBED."

"But you cried out-" Derek gently lifted the sterile towel.

Cool hands cupped his warm face, whiskey colored eyes danced mischievously "Cause some alpha asshole pushed me roughly. You know I was stabbed. We've been over this."

Stiles let go plopping back onto his pillows pouting. "You worry too much. I'll be fine." He lifted the cloth it was true he had scratched Stiles but just superficially and the stitched wound had opened a little. "I just bleed a lot, cause hey why not. Oh good that's blood. Ya, definitely blood, now that that you say." He started to shake and Derek was there.

"Sssh. Idiot. Don't look." Derek tried to refocus the now greying omega.

"Derek I can't-the smell-it reminds me of her." The smaller boy whimpered, all playfulness forgotten.

"Stiles, take a deep breath. Focus on me." He could feel on oncoming panic attack. The alpha placed a pillow over the irritated wound, he didn't care if the expensive pillow case was stained, or the comforter, instead he leaned in closer and lifted the boy up. The alpha released his dominant scent, he carried stiles with the pillow into the bathroom. The boy whines pressing his face into Derek's scent gland.

The alpha remembered Scott's words, 'I miss her too.'

Derek wished Scott was there, or maybe told him how to counter these panic attacks. He started the faucet wiping the blood from Stile's hands.

"It's okay. You're okay. Still think we're even?" He nudge the omega pressed into his scent gland. The boy was wrapped in a towel, Derek was able to flood the smaller space with his scent. It seemed to work because Stiles huffed pulling away slightly. "Far from being even."

Derek grinned pulling the smaller boy closer, there was a calm between them. "Sorry."Stiles whispered in Derek's naked shoulder.

"No. It's not your fault. I'm glad you were being an asshole for a minute there. It was refreshing." Stiles giggled burying his face into Derek's neck. The alpha tried not to tense, but tell that to the warmth pooling in his lap! He felt like a horney preteen all over again.

The next morning Stiles woke up to Derek snoring into his hair. He squinted noticing someone had put him a different pair of pajama bottoms. They were comfortable the black joggers looked familiar.

Derek stirred when Stiles started to sit up, the omega noticed he smelled of soap and shampoo. Had he showered without knowing? Well that's embarrassing he groaned, the sound had the alpha sitting up wide awake and holding a hand to his mates exposed side.?

"I' ll call the doctor and Deaton." Derek grabbed for his phone reluctant to take a hand off the omega's naked skin.

They had been at the Whittemore's for over a week, Derek didn't know what the Sheriff and other adults were up to but he trusted them. Whenever Derek asked his uncle Peter what the plan was he was told to worry about keeping Stiles healthy and feeling protected, Deaton had visited several times to check on their bond as well as to see how Stiles faired.

A very severe and stoic faced Dr. Justice had come right away to check Stiles' wound, having received a frantic phone call so early in the morning.

Derek was sure the Doctor wanted confirm that Stiles was not being mistreated in anyway. The alpha doctor had looked at Stiles' wound and complemented Derek for his keeping the incisions clean and cared for. He remarked on the shared scent between the two young teens, and though Stiles wanted to stop taking his painkillers the doctor was against it as was Deaton.

The omega was still healing slowly, and his nonexistent appetite wasn't helping with his already weak constitution. Dr. Justice had asked Derek on his way out to help get Stiles' weight up, he had given him several handouts that made the Alpha teen blush.

"You have a responsibility now to your omega, he may not always know what he needs." Derek growled low, causing Stiles to look up from where he was talking with Deaton.

The doctor rushed forward cutting the youngster off "Now I'm not saying he can't take care of himself, far from that. He is as independent as they come, has a good head on his shoulders for one so young especially have been through so much. However like anyone else in his situation he doesn't see the forest for the trees. Meaning, he may need you to remind him to take better care of himself. Poor kid has been practically running on fumes for the past year from what I can tell, so it's no wonder he doesn't know what he should be doing to stay healthy. I've seen this in alphas, betas and omegas of all ages. So it's up to you as his mate to help him along. Got that pup? This will also keep those annoying social workers out of your business. Sometimes they do more harm than good, good intentions aside."

Derek nodded glancing over at Stiles who was still talking easily with Deaton, Derek couldn't help but notice Stiles' flushed cheeks. Was he feeling feverish? Derek didn't want to eavesdrop on the lowered conversation, he promised to give Stiles privacy when it came to his one on ones with the bonding specialist.

"Good! I know I can rely on you. And my report will reflect that. I've managed to keep that witch of a social worker off your back, however she will be paying you and your other omega family members a visit tomorrow. Don't let her rattle your cage, she means well. One last thing, be gentle with the boy he's healing slowly." Again Derek flushed bright red.

The alpha nodded, "Thank you Doctor for uh, coming out here instead of having us go to the hospital. Stiles is still weak as you noticed and-"

"Yes. Of course Mr. Hale your bond is still new it's best to keep you in a room heavy with your scents and where your omega feels safest." The Doctor slapped the youngman on the back. "Well I'm off. " He picked up his black medical bag at his side, "You read through those handouts they may have more useful information. "

Later he sat next to Stiles at the window having made sure to place pillows at the omega's back and a comfortable blanket over his mate's lap. Stiles was still wearing Derek's clothes and oddly enough the pack had yet to make an appearance.

Derek did read through the pamphlets and he blushed at some of the stick figure diagrams as well as the suggestions. He was already sleeping next to Stiles, but this suggested the two not just be shirtless but fully naked.

It also had other more increasingly embarrassing recommendations as he read down the list. One that had his ears burning and mind wandering into places he tried to steer clear of was a more aggressive scenting. He and Stiles had not yet kissed again, but he couldn't imagine rubbing his sem*n onto his mate in various places.

"Derek?" Stiles was suddenly in front of him, his amber eyes wide with concern. "Are you okay? You look flushed. Did Dr. Justice say something that bothered you? Hey-" Derek jumped back before his mate could put a hand on his shoulder, he hoped his omega couldn't feel his embarrassment through the bond. Stiles instead dropped his hand nervously, Derek hated that even more than being discovered. Stiles sometimes by habit returned to his old ways, the shying away was reminiscent of the days when he was afraid of the alpha. And that horrible nightmare lingered. The alpha wanted to bring up the darker part if the dream. Did Stiles still consider that way out? As much as he didn't want to see the sheriff again, he needed to speak to him about Stiles' mother.

"I'm sorry Stiles. I was just a little embarrassed." Derek decided to be honest, there was no way he would go back on the promise he had made to Stiles. He was going to be a better alpha, Derek would walk through fire before the two of them went back to the relationship they had before.

Things were just getting better between them, granted if he was being honest Derek was confused on some points. They seemed to have come to a cease fire. That first time that Stiles had kissed him had given the alpha a spark of hope however the omega had yet to make any other moves. And damned if Derek would push Stiles into anything he wasn't ready for, or worse confuse him. They had enough misunderstandings to last him a lifetime.

"Embarrassed?" Stiles' amber eyes were back on him and the alpha felt his face burning again being the focus of those beautiful honey colored orbs.

"Yeah." Derek took a deep breath then exhaled running a hand through his dark hair, he glanced around to make sure it was just them. "Dr. Justice had ideas to strengthen our bond and help boost your immune system, but-"

"But?" Stiles arched an eyebrow his eyes traveled from Derek's averted blue eyes down to the stack of pamphlets in his hands.

"Uh, yeah. He gave me some medical pamphlets, and they even have diagrams." Derek said this holding out the thinly folded brochures, and Stiles being naturally curious took them.

"Diagrams? Like pictures of-" The omega read the bold black print on the first medical handout, "How to Scent Your Omega, well that's an-oh uh" Stiles unfolded the pamphlet tilting it to the side to see the diagrams better his voice trailing, the silence stretched between them as the omega studied the light blue pamphlet. "Uh, well-huh I would have never thought of number 15, alright and how the heck is number 25 even possible?" He made a face and Derek coughed into his fist trying to keep the nervous expression off his face.

"Turn it over." he directed and Stiles' eyes widened and he nodded.

"Well, sure if you were going to do it that way I guess that's one way to do it." Derek's own eyes widened at such a suggestion of the possibility.

"It gets worse." Derek looked to his side hands crossed over his chest, he heard Stiles shuffled through the other pamphlets.

"Oh. Interesting. Going back to the first one though, I wasn't even aware number 36 was possible and for the record I'm googling number 22 because I'm pretty sure there is a better way to do that. Cause it just looks uncomfortable of course not just for you but way more for me. These probably haven't been updated since the dark ages." Stiles closed one eye biting the side of his bottom lip, "Well I once wanted a hamster and this leaflet is similar to the feeding instructions. I actually find this one kind of insulting. Although it was slightly more difficult keeping a hamster alive so dad said no. Good thing I didn't turn out to be an alpha I don't think I'd be any good with keeping an omega." Stiles sighed to himself and Derek couldn't tell if the omega was serious or not.

"I'm kidding sour wolf." he nudged the tense alpha causing the taller boy to stiffen even more then to grin. "Keeping an omega according to these instructions is way easier than a hamster." Stiles giggled, then winced as he put a hand to his side, "Laughter bad. I hate that this is taking so long to close up and heal. sh*tty immune system." The omega swayed dangerously close to the window seats edge. Derek quickly lifted the boy up in his arms and in two strides had him back at their bed.

The omega's stomach growled and it was Derek's turn to laugh, "Well feeding time. Give me those." He took the pamphlets from the smaller boy.

"What? You going to read the hamster like instructions before feeding poor little old me?" Stiles snickered, this time pressing a pillow into his side .

"I'll go scrounge up some lunch." Derek rolled his eyes.

"Hey Sour Wolf?" Stiles called out to the alpha before he reached the door, the alpha dressed in black sweats and his BHH lacrosse t-shirt paused looking over the red cheeked boy. Stiles was looking down at his hands.

"I'm okay with doing numbers one through 15, only because with how slow this wound is healing I think 16 through 50 would be painful in more ways than one. Also 36 is out! "

Derek's face burned red and without another word he fled through the partially open door. The alpha was downstairs in the kitchen resting his head against the sleek marble countertop. "Was he joking?" Derek asked himself out loud.

Derek couldn't help but watch the way Stiles' mouth moved when he leaned in to take a bite of the sandwich Derek had made just for the omega. "Mmm Peanutbutter and Strawberry Jelly no crust. You are a master chef my good sir." Stiles stated appreciatively around a mouth full of sandwich.

"Stiles, chew more, talk less." The alpha instructed wiping Stiles' sticky jelly smudged cheek with a napkin. The younger boy blushed bright red, the moles dotting his pale skin more visible.

Derek realized he was staring when Stiles fell silent and those honeyed eyes were focused on him once more. This kept happening more and more, there was some electricity that tingled through the bond causing the alpha's skin to prickle with awareness. Was this what it felt like to be bonded?

"You know Deaton said its important you be around your pack." Stiles took a sip of his milk. He had finished a whole sandwich but man was he tired. Ugh, pathetic.

"Is that what you and Deaton were talking about?"

"That and other things." Stiles flushed inspecting his now empty glass of milk. "I wouldn't mind visitors, I'm getting cabin fever. And eating down stairs again in the pack room was fun." The omega's blinks were becoming slower so Derek took his mate's glass placing it near the nightstand next to him. He kept Stiles safely away from the edge of the bed.

"They have been oddly quiet, I think they wanna give you space so you can heal." Derek helped lay the boy back semi propped up.

"Oh that's nice." Stiles yawned his eyes closed and soft breaths coming from his easy dreaming. Derek settled next to the boy carefully spooning and he too drifted off.

Later, he felt Stiles stir a little next to him, As Deaton had suggested, the alpha wouldn't admit it out loud but he enjoyed the skin to skin contact, besides it helped with Stiles' healing.

Derek smiled down at the omega resting soundly against his chest, feeling Stiles curled on top of him both their heartbeats insync was enough for Derek. Even if Stiles could never love him, at least they had these little moments. The smaller boy had started eating more and Deaton had even commented that Stiles looked better than he had even before being stabbed.

Stiles had rolled his eyes cutely at this comment, "Ouch. I have nothing to say to that but ouch."

Derek checked the time now, the reason he was awake at three am was because it was time for Stiles to take his pain pill, he had instinctively started to wake before his alarm. He moved slowly to slide out from under the younger boy, causing his mate to sigh disapprovingly. Stiles seemed to curl in closer, pressing his face closer to the alpha's chest, heated breath brushing across the alpha's now pert nipple.

Derek groaned as all the blood rushed down to his lap, he swore under his breath. Clenching his teeth he pushed the omega aside careful to not hurt his wound, he admired the hairless chest of his omega. Stiles as an omega was made to be softer and he curved so perfectly into Derek it wasn't fair. The omega's hairless leg curled around Derek's more muscled one, the boy's naked thigh rubbing the inside of Derek's, and the alpha both praised and cursed the fact they were just in boxer briefs.

Anticipating his alarm any minute Derek did his best to detangle himself from the very comfortable Stiles Octopus.

He took several deep breaths sitting on the edge of the bed before snapping on the light, he found a cold bottle of water in the mini fridge and the right bottle of pills.

The omega moaned rubbing his eyes as he too started to come awake, Derek hated having to disturb his mates sleep. "I was having the best dream, it involved a hot tub of warm chocolate-" Stiles yawned opening his eyes wider remembering where he was he blushed. "Never mind. Super embarrassing."

Derek smiled and helped his mate hold the water bottle as he took his pill sitting up slowly. Stiles put a hand down to the bandages on his side. "I hate this! I can't wait to be healthy again. Or healthyish. " He grimaced. Derek helped him lay back onto the pillows. "You're getting there."

The next afternoon as Stiles slept the alpha made his way down stairs. It was easier to be a short distance from the vulnerable boy. Derek sought out his friends only to find Scott brooding in the large library alone with Allison. Before Derek could greet the younger werewolf the dark haired alpha was up slamming a surprised alpha into the wall.

"Scott!" Allison hurried over.

"What the f*ck McCall!" Derek growled detaching the younger wolf from him, his shirt ruffled.

"You! You don't deserve him!" The boy turned away, hands clutching at his hair. "None of us do! Just stay away from me! I don't want any of you near me!" Scott turned around fists clenched. "One more thing! If you hurt him again, I'll find a way to bury you without hurting him." Guilt and fury filled the air. The shorted alpha stormed out of the room with his mate on his heals.

Derek was confused until he found his pack sitting quietly the heavy smell of guilt hanging in the air. No one spoke, and Derek frowned had something happed?

"What's going on?" Derek frowned, rolling his sore shoulders. f*ckin Scott had caught him off guard!

No one met his eyes, "Hey. Stiles wanted ne to let you know he was open to visitors. I think he's tired of playing video games solo.and he can only crush me at cards and chess oh so many times. Bastard is a mean strategist..." Derek's voice trailed, it was Issac on his feet first.

"I would like to see him. Is he awake?"

"He will be soon if you want to go up. He doesn't nap as long anymore." Issac hurried from the room. "Hey so Stiles would like another movie night with everyone." Derek was met with silence. "Seriously whats going on."

"Why-how can he not hate us?" Boyd asked sadly, his eyes never leaving his lap he sat on the big couch with an arm around Erica's waist she rested her blond head on his shoulder.

"He was hurting so bad he wanted to-" Jackson scrunched up his face leaning against the far wall with Lydia turned into him her arms around his waist her head on his chest. More guilt flooding the room.

Derek was horrified, he came to realize they all had the same dream. But how?

Issac knocked softly hearing a muffled voice from behind the door. He entered slowly, shutting the door he kept his back to it. Stiles had been rubbing sleep from his eyes until he caught Issac's anxious scent, the omega was wide awake.

"Issac? You ok? Hey buddy you can come sit here. I'm not so-"

Before Stiles could finish the blond was at his side climbing slowly onto the bed. He put his head in Stiles' lap feeling a gentle hand start to comb through his hair.

How could be be so f*cking forgiving?

"I was-I never really hated you. I was jealous and I took it out on you." Issac rushed forward before Stiles could cut in. "I saw you with her. "

"Who?" Stiles kept his voice even continued to gently run fingers through the boy's soft hair.

"Your mom. I saw her bring you lunch and you yelled at her. I was angry because you were smart. You had a good dad and a mother who loved you. Even though you were mad she hugged you. You were standing in the hall just outside the office."

Stiles frowned "I was seven-that was a while ago. And I was mad because she was sick, I forgot my lunch and it was on me. She should have staid in bed. I was worried. She was dying and I wanted her to rest. Not worry about me."

"I didn't know." Issac sobbed, his tears soaking through Stiles' black joggers. Derek had thankfully put a BH high shirt on him before Stiles' nap. "My mother left me. She left me with my father. She ran away without me. He beat her, and me" Issac's voice trailed. " He pretended to be a good father around everyone. He was the high school's football coach. Everyone loved and trusted him. But he used to lock me in the closet or a fridge when he was angry and that's after he beat me with carious belts and cords.he told me I made her leave. He told me she wanted an alpha son not a weak beta. "

Stiles stiffened, rubbing circles into the omega's back.

"I thought you had the perfect family and I was jealous. "

"What's this about Issac? Hmm." Stiles released a calming scent.

"I-I never thought about you're being alone. It was easier believing you were a spoiled brat that wanted to show us all up, you are two years ahead of yourself. I hated how easily you sailed through tests. I was struggling and my father often rubbed it in my face. Until your dad arrested him. He so kind to me Stiles. It made me want to be you more. I was taken in by the Whittmores. They were kind but I was still feeling undeserving. I saw through your eyes everything and I feel so ashamed. You saved me twice and you comforted me during a panic attack. How can you even forgive us. Why didn't you leave me? After everything we did no one would blame you." Issac sat up blue eyes searching brown. "Even now you are worried for me."

"I didn't know-" Stiles swore under his breath, did everyone have that dream. "Oh godds how embarrassing. That was never meant fir anything the to see. Not even Derek.I don't want anyone to hurt. I want to move on. It wont be easy but I want to try. And its not for pure reasons. I selfishly want friends. I was-am jealous to. You all are so close. I want that. I want to belong."

"None of that-this is your fault." Issac blushed while Stiles brushed his tears away.

"And What your dad said and did, that wasn't yours. You know that right? " Issac said nothing and Stiles pressed on, reassuringly. "Right. " he smiled. "I want to friends. Besides no one deserves any of that. I would never just abandon someone anyone being attacked. It's not bravery. It's the right thing to do. Now lets stop being disgustingly sentimental. I wont lie I'm still a little scared but I'll get over it. If you're willing to help. I don't want pity and I don't give it. Nothings easy but if we have a little help we can do it. I can forgive because I'm apart of Derek's life and he cares deeply for all of you. Even dumb Oblivious Scotty. You have Jackson and he's an asshole. However he loves you like family. There must be something in you that brings that out. You aren't worthless if you were pathetic you wouldn't have friends. Or a pack." Issac frowned hearing sadness in the omegas voice. Did he still feel alone? "And so I want to maybe try to mean something besides instinctual obligation to Derek. I know he loves you all and I want to understand him, and all of you. Maybe I can at least be a little bit accepted as crazy and pathetic as it seems. I at least don't want to be a burden. Maybe Derek will tolerate me. So I'll try. Understanding is difficult for everyone. Maybe I can clear the air. Scott distanced himself from me for a reason." Stiles smiled painfully looking towards the sunlight streaming through the window. This was hard, he had never told anyone this not even Scott. "You saw my mother the memory. I so pathetically projected. I can't even control it all. I am so f*cking desperate and f*cking pitiful I let that happen. Now everyone knows-"

It was Stiles who blinked back tears. "My dad may have said those words but I've had time to think about it. He hasn't even come to visit me or bothered to text. He probably told me what I wanted to hear out of guilt. He wanted an alpha. My mother confessed this so many times. He left me with her, in our house. She let her true feelings show before she died. She went with a clear conscience. She knew I was going to be an omega even though everyone assumed I was a beta. She told me how I killed her. I shouldn't have been born, She decided to keep me because they wanted an alpha so bad. I was born weak and I destroyed her immune system. My existence. " the omega gave a tight smile sniffing softly wiping at his watery eyes. This only frustrated him more. He s such a big baby.

"So I don't get angry for myself. I just want to at least have Derek's and everyone else to at least maybe a little bit, I want them to tolerate me. Besides revenge would be meaningless and exhausting. So is hate and everything else that goes along with it. See I can't even focus. I have anxiety so bad I take medication and I take Ritalin to help me focus. But I'm know my dad finds me disappointing, he loved my mother and I'm the reason she left us. So theres nothing to be jealous about. You don't have to force yourself to be my friend. All I ask is you try to at least give me a chance to be maybe accepted . Poor stupid beautiful Derek is stuck with me after all and I want to make it easier for him. Even though I told him I want to put the past behind us."

Issac didn't know what to say, he wasn't sure how to comfort anyone he was clumsy and slow with reassurance. He could feel the loneliness in Stiles an the smell of sadness.

"So you see nothing to be jealous of. Just do me a favor and don't tell Derek I said anything I can't stand pity, he already feels obligated. I don't know why I'm telling you all this. I'm just maybe more tired than I thought. I don't think I should go downstairs after all. I wanted to watch a movie again. But I don't feel so good. Why should I guilt Derek into forcing his friends to visit me. I know you might feel pressured to come up here but don't its ok. I'm okay with uh-I'm okay I understand you and I know where I place. " Stiles hated feeling like this.

He was confused and hurt. Talking with Issac brought things into perspective and he came to realize stuff, his side started to ache. His chest hurt, Derek had never initiated their kisses or touches. Stiles wiped his eyes. Issac pulled the smaller boy into a hug.

"You can't believe any of that. It's not true. You misunderstand. And I know Derek cares for you. And Erica threatened violence towards anyone that hurt you or upset you-" Issac sat back. "Oh sh*t. She's going to kill me!" The blond squeaked and Stiles giggled sniffling.

Issac pushed Stiles back onto the pillows behind him especially after he winced. Issac positioned himself behind the omega his head resting on the omega's shoulder he scented the smaller boy instinctively. "I think your nap was cut too short. Besides how could Derek not care for you? You are adorable and smart. Maybe he is a dummy." ny progress the had thought they made was all for not. It was coming actr

"Did you know he's ticklish?" Stiles yawned. Why was he always so tired?

Issac giggled" I wont ask how you found out."

"Probably a good idea. Its kinda embarrassing." Stiles hummed before his breathing evening out.

Both boys were unaware that Derek and Jackson were listening just outside the room. Both feeling like failures. They all needed to come up with something. That and Derek felt as if he had permission to show his omega physical appreciation. He blushed maybe number five would be a start. When Stiles woke next it was to Issac and Erica watching a romcon eating popcorn laying on their bellies with there feet kicked up in the air. Stiles grinned at the fact that Erica had cute hockey puck and stick designs on her yellow socks, and Issac had bumble bees on his green ones. Jackson and Derek were playing cards with a very Stoic Boyd. "Uno!" He slammed his green seven down. Derek and Jackson practically tossed their cards at the grinning boy.

"Smug bastard jackson grumbled. Lydia was painting her nails while Allison read a guns and amo magazine, she had a marker circling desired weapons. "That cross bow would be better in a pink."

Lydia shook her head "I mean black and grey are so a million yeatrs ago." She sounded bored.

" what is wrong with you. Allison scowled taking Lydia's held out hand blowing on the unsurprisingly pink nails.

There was rustling of paper at Stiles' left side, it was Scott with his head against the backboard thigh near Stiles' head. " Robin is so lame." He turned the page shaking his head unaware his friend was awake. Tge mixed scent was warning. It pushed the cold away and warmed the sad omega.

"This is the best part." Issac handed the kleenx box the blond at his side. Laura and Cora were arguing over some "-totally illegal move!"

"I call it the Hale play. And you are a sore loser. "

Travis and Brandon were sitting, Travis was holding a book stiffly as Brandon sketched him.

The young alpha was speaking through clenched teeth not wanting to move and mess up the drawing. "How much longer? This book is getting heavy and I've read the same pages for the last twenty minutes.

"Almost done crybaby." The omega giggled. "If you move I'll have to start over."

"I'm not moving you jerk." Stiles slowly sat up Scott was quick to help him, not as gracefully as Derek but still gently.

"Be careful with him." Derek called out tense but remaining seated at the card table someone had carried in.

"I got it. Hey. Whens the pizza going to be here I'm starved." Scott rolled his eyes and fluffed the pillows at his friend's back.

"Yeah!" Came the resounding voices.

"Should be here any time now you inpatient bastards!" Jackson shot back shuffling the cards.

Stiles glanced around wide eyed, a grin forming on his lips. Was he dreaming?

Scott handed him a small bag of hot cheetos and a bottled water."Here you go buddy. As soon as those two disgustingly sappy bastards are done with that sad excuse for a movie we'll play mario kart we'll see who the ultimate champion is."

"It'll be me, make way for king Bozer." Issac shook his head.

"Uh beg to differ it will be princess peach."

"So delusional its obviously going to be me!"

Stiles felt his eyes water everyone was preoccupied with their own distractions, but it was so casual, almost as if hanging out with Stiles was so natural. This was how friends hug out. His eyes water and Scott nudged his uninjured side, eyes still on the comic in his hands. You are just as bad as those two." He tilted his head at Erica and Issac. "Sappy crybabies." Stiles wiped st his eyes before digging into hid chips. Definitely not a dream. Uncle Peter appeared with aunt Carolyn and a stack of pizza boxes as well as wings breadsticks and cinnamon stxs. "Seriously. You would think we were feeding a small army. The poor pizza kid asked where the party was. Now where the hell am I putting all this "

"Language." At Carolyn huffed right on cue baby Malia squealed clapping her pudgy dimpled little hands sitting happily in the back carrier on Carolyn's back.

Chapter 15: The past can repeat

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Derek smiled at his drowsy mate, the room was crowded again for lunch, Stiles was sitting in Boyd’s lap with watching another sappy romcom, Erica was giving Stiles a manicure remarking on his disastrous cuticles. Stiles glanced at Boyd’s hands and realized he had nicely trimmed and healthy cuticles, suspiciously so. Issac was laying at the foot of the bed his feet dangling as he read a comic Stiles had suggested. The young omega smiled sleepily, his eyes starting to close in very slow heavy blinks.

Boyd gently arranged the young boy in his lap more comfortably, shooting the dark haired alpha who was hovering near the door a reassuring look. Erica gently pulled a small throw blanket over the now relaxed young omega. She reached up to push the soft brown fringe from the small omega’s face. She frowned, taking the small plate still holding half of an uneaten peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

“He barely ate half, he didn’t even touch the chips.” Erica handed the plate to Derek, “Here’s his milk he didn’t take more than a few sips. “

“He was doing so good until yesterday.” Derek growled low, “The Sheriff hasn’t visited and he barely answers any of Stiles’ texts. Stiles has tried calling but it always goes to voicemail. It’s starting to piss me off. Stiles thinks it’s confirmation that his father hates him.”

“What! No. I’m sure that’s not it. He’s working unofficially, I’m sure he’s just not in a position to call.”

“I tried telling him that but he just closes down. I need to talk to my uncle. I really appreciate that you, Boyd and Issac are staying to watch over him while I try and see what’s really going on. Maybe my uncle can call the Sheriff and talk some sense into him. “

“Well good luck. And no worries boss we have this. “ She saluted and Derek nodded, he really did feel less anxious when Stiles was with the group. Derek was finding it easier to leave Stiles for more than five minutes, whereas before he couldn’t stand being a few feet away. He was meaning to ask Deaton about this, and Derek had questions about their bond. Like the memories Stiles projected onto Derek and as it seemed everyone. Well Derek didn’t know just how far the dream reached, of course all of Derek’s friends but was there anyone else? Laura and Cora had been affected especially since they still glared at him, and his little brother was giving him the silent treatment.

Scott was being cordial, in fact he was out with Allison trying to help her father research the poison found on the pages of those books. Scott was trying to prove himself to Stiles, he wanted to earn forgiveness so he vowed to do everything in his power to help keep Stiles safe. Chris and Allison were restricted by their ankle bracelets so Scott reached out to his father, thought the two weren’t on speaking terms exactly, Scott asked the man for help.

Derek was extremely grateful, he really owed Scott and Allison for that, and Jackson’s mom and dad were away as well doing godds knows what, but the two were hiding uncle Peter in the house so he could be with his family. Cora and Laura were also staying out of sight, since they were technically on the run.

Derek found Uncle Peter in the kitchen rinsing out a sippy cup he had a small smile on his face. Derek wondered if he would ever have the same sense of family with Stiles, if the omega would ever come to love or even trust him. A sadness crept into his heart thinking of this, “Nephew surely it’s not so bad.” Peter turned around wrinkling his nose at the scent Derek must have been giving off.

“How is your dear mate? I see he still doesn’t have much of an appetite.”

“He is healing for the most part, Dr. Justice wants him to put on more weight. His appetite was fine but he’s upset.”

“Oh? I’m sure you just have to apologize the two of you seem to be doing better.”

“That’s not it uncle. “ Derek put his dishes in the sink, sighing when his uncle arched his eyebrow leaning against the counter he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Okay fine, we are still kinda awkward, but thats not the issue here. Have you heard from the Sheriff? Stiles keeps trying to call him and he doesn’t answer and he barely answers Stiles’ texts.”

“Oh, that idiot. How is that man even-” Peter swore under his breath turning away from Derek, “I swear Claudia was way to good for him. He has the emotional capacity of a toddler!”

“Uncle?”

“I should have known he would react this way. I thought he would be different but why I give him the benefit of the doubt, I don’t know.” Peter growled.

“React?” Realization hit Derek, he clasped his eyes shut pinching the bridge of his his knows. “sh*t.” He whispered, the Sheriff was going to kill him. “Does that mean you saw it uh, you saw that too?” Derek nervously looked down at his shoes taking a step back.

“Yes, and so did the Sheriff.”

“Aunt Carolyn?” Derek held his breath but knew his pounding heartbeat was giving away his distress.

“Fraid so, and the Whittemores.” Peter was glaring at his own hands clenching and unclenching.

“Look I-I already apologized to Stiles. He knows, he knows how sorry I am. I’m trying to make it up to him. It’s harder than -”

“Of course it’s f*cking hard. And of course he f*cking believes you. He probably already forgave you and your asshole friends. And if it makes you feel better the Sheriff isn’t even mad at you. He’s more angry at himself.”

“Aren’t you mad at me then?” Derek dared ask.

“No.” Peter snapped, “No. How could I be? I don’t have a right, neither do the Whittemores. “

“What?” The younger alpha was confused, maybe he heard his uncle wrong.

“What do you mean what? What right do we have to be mad? We did the same maybe worse to Claudia.” Peter’s shoulders fell, “It’s like that bloodline is cursed to be tormented by ours. And goddsdammit she forgave in the end. Now lets hope your alpha didn’t see that little display because it turns out she’s far more protective than I was. “

“How do I know if he’s forgiven me?” Derek hurriedly continued, “I mean. I just, how do I make him understand that’s not me anymore? How do I get him to like me?”

Peter shook his head, young kids these days. “It’s not something you can force. Just try to be kind, show you can be patient and for godds sake keep your hands to yourself let him be the first to make a move, any move.”

Derke recalled the kiss they shared and felt his cheeks warm, “Oh, maybe he already has.” Peter arched an eyebrow turning back to the sippy cup in the sink.

“Nephew it's not an easy thing having an omega. Especially one that is ill but extremely stubborn and independent. Remember always, you are equals, your partner goes first, always. You can’t ever lose sight of what’s important. Your bond does more than link you and your mark does more than identify who you belong with. It’s WITH. Never forget that your marks don’t mean you belong to eachother, this isn’t about ownership. That is an old elitist way of thinking, there is no room for that bullsh*t in this new age. You are connected, feelings are hard to hide but it doesn’t mean they’ll translate. Sometimes you’ll get it wrong, oh hell don’t kid yourself like I did, you WILL get it wrong over and over again. The key is to listen and keep an open line of communication. “

Derek scratched his head frowning, he didn’t see a chance of Stiles ever wanting to willingly talk about his interests let alone his feelings. They were still dancing around most topics, THIS WAS FRUSTRATING! And it was Derek’s fault all of it! If he could go back, just to be kinder if he had just treated Stiles like a human f*cking being instead of kicking him around this wouldn’t be so hard. Why was Scott the one that got to be Stiles’ best friends in school, that idiot ruined that! If Derek had been in Scott’s place he would never have-no f*ck Derek was a f*ck up he would have done worse than Scott.

“Nephew. Don’t look so glum. You two can’t mend fences over night it doesn’t work that way not even for soul mates. But you have to try. He’s already trusting you, that little demonstration we all got wasn’t just a slide show of wrong deeds done by you and your friends. He opened your bond and let you in. By letting you in he let us all in, because we are connected to you in some way. We are pack.”

Derek flinched, “What?”

Peter rinsed his soapy hands off grabbing a paper towel drying out the small pinky cup. “Oh, come now pup don’t make that face. Stiles didn’t mean to show everyone. That’s my guess, a lot of that was personal and it was you he wanted to open up to. He probably didn’t realize how connected you are to your pack. He doesn’t have much experience or any experience with how pack bonds work. He reached for you, and you rely on your friends and family it’s natural. “

“My friends though are just friends they aren’t-” Derek was confused, no way his group of friends were close to what his uncle was talking about, they were just close.

“Please tell me you know how pack works?” Derek was still confused and Peter laughed shacking his head, he crossed his arms over his chest leaning back against the sink his black v-neck t-shirt slightly damp from his hands and the small pink cup seemed so tiny in his uncle’s hands. “Nephew you can’t be so dense as to think your friends aren’t a pack? This is how most packs are formed with independent wolves. Each of your friends are in fact independent, they are not part of any packs, you have forged strong connections with them. Look at how they all attacked Stiles and that was in following of you. “ Derek started to object but his uncle cut him off.

“Think back, was it you or one of your friends that first started picking on Stiles?” Derek had a flash of that first day in class when that kindergartner was led in by their teacher. He sat in front of Derek and Derek leaned over to Boyd and whispered something about a shrimp.

Then Jackson threw a small wad of paper at the back of the boy’s head, “Shrimp!”

“If it makes you feel better they all seem to be coming around, they support you both. Stiles is a likeable kid. “ Peter put a firm hand on his nephew’s shoulder squeezing. “He trusts you and them. If he didn’t you would feel the anxiety through your bond. Why do you think it’s easier for you to be away from him, I mean you are down here talking to me and you don’t feel that buzz of nervousness do you?” Derek shook his head in reply.

“How do I make it better? How do I know if instinct or if Stiles is really okay with me?” Derek didn't care how desperate he sounded, he genuinely wanted to know, he needed to understand.

Peter smiled smacking his nephew's head playfully, “Ask him idiot. And while you are at it don’t just offer comfort but offer comforting. Ask how he is, physically and mentally. Don’t settle for half truths, Claudia was the queen of half truths, I could never catch the skip in her pulse because she chose her words so well. Stiles is a clever one, you need to be a step ahead of that kind. When an omega feels touched starved you’ll feel the chill in your bond. They’ll lose their appetite, their sleep will be restless and they’ll pull away from you. Drops are dangerous; they lead to death in most cases and the chances of death go up with every drop. It becomes harder to bring them out the more they’ve had, until you just can’t bring them out. Stress is a key trigger. I know it’s a lot to take in and you have a lot to make up for but I trust you can do it Derek. As for everything else, I trust you will know when the time is right. Just remember your soulmate is the second part of your heart, you are stronger together. You are equal. As for yours, he’s definitely special. Now, no worries your favorite uncle will talk to that idiot Sheriff. You concentrate on getting that omega to heal.”

“Thanks Uncle Peter. I feel a way over my head.” Derek admitted.

“Because you are. Hell I was, I still am. Wait until you have pups. That just makes it all the more worth your while and complicated.” He grinned at the pink cup in his hand.

“I don’t think that’s an option. Doctor Hale said-”

“He’s a f*cking idiot. Stiles is young. You both are, way too young to think of pups just yet. Nothing is ever set in stone, and even if he were unable to have pups safely you could always adopt. Again too early to talk like that. “

“But my omega father-”

“Adam loved all of you, he loved your mother with his every fiber. We all make mistakes and Talia sees Adam in all of you, especially your brother. My sister was easily manipulated by our mother, it wasn’t until she took over the pack completely that my mother was unable to control my sister. She lives with her decisions and loses every day. She could never say no to Adam and he never wanted to disappoint her. Don’t let misplaced feelings of responsibility ever put your soulmate second. The health of your mate is the health of your pack. Remember that if you remember anything. It takes more than just an alpha to lead.”

“What's going on uncle? Where is my Alpha?”

“Derek I wont lie to you, I’ve already had this discussion with Laura. We still don’t know just how far your grandmother’s reach is. This is a power grab it has all the markings, there's no other reason to get rid of your omega, your sisters, my family. That would leave you to lead, and if you were unable to produce pups due to the loss of your soulmate, Brandon would fulfill that part. It’s twisted enough to be something your grandmother would want. We still haven’t managed to find my sister and I try to feel through the bond I know she’s alive still but she’s cut off. I don’t know why your grandmother would keep her alive. It’s dangerous Derek and we don’t know who here we can trust, what family is still on our side. I tried to put out feelers but no one is answering me and I think they are either afraid or they are with that old bitch. Your mother hasn’t made a lot of friends over the years and neither have I. The Sheriff is setting something up with the Chris and Agent McCall, there’s a safehouse in New York. “

“No.” Derek shook his head.

“Derek we have to. For Malia, Carolyn, Brandon, Stiles for everyone. They are all in danger. They are the survival of our pack.”

“I’m not tucking tale and running away. I can fight.”

“Your sister Laura has never wanted to be the pack alpha, if your mother dies then you are in charge, because I’ve forfeit when I mated with Carolyn. That leaves you. You are of age, I’ve known younger pack alphas but Derek you will be challenged. Not just physically by older and more experienced alphas but mentally. They will attack you through Stiles and right now he is not physically or mentally ready for that. We need to go, lay low for a few years and come back to reclaim what is ours. We need to find allies. Right now they’ll only see you as a punk kid that bullied and abused your soulmate. They’ll see what Talia did to Brandon, they’ll hear about Cora’s bout in reform school. It’s politics and it’s f*cked up but we are not ready. The best thing we can do is protect our vulnerable members, we are looking for your mother but Derek we need to focus on what is in front of us, and planning for the long run will get us there. And I will be with you ever step of the way, we all are here for you.”

“I understand.” Derek growled, “ I wont let anyone touch my family if I can help it.”

“Good. Good. Now stop worrying. Leave finding my sister to me and the Sheriff. We still have some friends. I need you to focus on what we have here. Strengthen your bond nephew so that when they do come for us there will be nothing to attack. “

Derek nodded he left his uncle and returned to his room, he had his answers but it only added to his troubled thoughts. He should talk to Laura, Brandon would be asking questions soon and Cora was already starting to interrogate the eldest Hale on their Alpha’s whereabouts. Derek wondered how they were going to tell Cora and Brandon, Cora might go off and do something stupid but Brandon didn’t need the stress. Lying to them wasn't going to help, the would soon see through any half truths, his siblings were far from stupid.

He took a deep breath before opening his bedroom door, Stiles was still sleeping and Boyd was now having his nails filed. Issac smiled in greeting their friend and the beta climbed off the bed careful to not jostle Stiles.

“Jackson texted me and said his parents are not going to be home tonight so kind of work trip. I don’t know. He had to go pick up all of our homework since he was already in town. Our parents are big on staying up on school work so this will be fun.” he huffed leaving the room sensing Derek needed time alone with his omega.

Erica and Boyd helped Derek carefully arrange Stiles before leaving, “Let us know if you need anything boss. Or you want a manicure, we’re down the hall.” She pulled Boyd with her out of the room.

Derek was grateful he didn’t have to explain his need or want to be alone with his thoughts. He climbed up into the nest where Stiles was carefully snuggled into a body pillow. The Alpha was jealous of this body pillow he wanted to toss it across the room, even if he was the one to tuck his Stiles around it.

He pulled his shirt off knowing skin to skin was best at any opportunity, and he gently removed Stiles’ BHHS Lacrosse team t-shirt. Derek smiled, the dark haired omega had been wearing his clothes more and more and for longer periods of time. He inspected the bandages just to the left of Stiles’ belly button, the skin was less bruised and the fading green and yellow were a welcomed sign.

The older alpha sat at an angel with pillows behind him, he scrunched his nose catching the light scents of Boyd and Erica on his omega.

Stiles snuggled into the Alpha’s bare chest, Derek’s skin prickled in response and he took a calming breath feeling blood rush from one head to the other. Was he ever going to get that under control? How was it that anytime Stiles breathed on him it turned him into a horny teenager? So embarrassing.

Derek wrapped his arms around Stiles, he closed his eyes taking in a deep breath of his omega’s sweet scent. Stiles was content, he could feel it moving through their bond, it was starting to become a familiar thing. Sure there were times Stiles felt nervous, or pained sometimes even scared or sad but for the most part he was relaxed.

Derek thought of what his uncle had said, he needed to keep Stiles safe he couldn’t f*ck this up. This wasn’t highschool this was real life and his family needed him. He ran his fingers through Stiles’ soft hair, he would not make his mother’s mistakes. He wouldn’t lose Stiles, he would earn his omega’s respect and his forgiveness even if Stiles couldn’t ever love him he would at least give Stiles everything he needed to be happy.

He drifted off holding the omega to him unaware of the protective scent he was giving off, his last thoughts were of protecting his family. He just wished he could speak to his mother, was she alright? What would she want him to do?

Derek found himself in a theater, an old opera theater somewhere he almost recognized. He was sitting in a balcony box seat, the stage below was dark except for a spotlight following a figure dance and twirl, dressed in white. Derek could see the seats were all empty, there was no sound, not even of the male ballet dancer’s feet connecting with the stage’s smooth flooring.

Derek didn’t like this dream, it was obviously a dream, it didn’t feel like his own but he was himself and not like before where he was seeing events as Stiles. Something next to him caught his attention, there was someone sitting in the box next to him.

“Laura?” Derek turned in his seat, his eldest sister was next to him, she was wearing a black suit, her hair was styled differently, some elaborate fishtail braid falling over her left shoulder. Her eyes were focused below on the stage.

“Who?” Laura growled, “Shut up idiot, I’m watching the show. You have no culture brother.” Laura was leaning forward.

“What the hell are you talking about Laura?” Derek rolled his eyes, why was he dreaming about his sister. “Gross.”

“No. What’s gross is the fact you are here sulking about Claudia’s engagement. And anyway,” The blond alpha gestured to the stage “ He’s not gross Pete, look at him he’s beautiful.” She whispered softly then her face wrinkled and Derek felt her side eye him.

“You’re not my brother. You look a little like him but he’s a slovenly idiot. You just look like an idiot.” She rolled her eyes, leaning forward as the figure twirled on the stage.

“Mom?” Derek swallowed his eyes went back to the stage, the figure was still moving so gracefully, Derek could make out every detail of his white costume, and that's when he realized there were others on the stage they just were blurred. The audience were a sea of blurred faces and shadows.

He knew who he was seeing down there, and he caught his breath. His father was so young, he looked healthy he was as his mother said, beautiful. His mother got up and left the box producing a bouquet of white roses from beside her, she made her way backstage.

He watched her clumsily hold out the expensive roses, nearly forcing it into the young dark haired omega’s chest. This man smiled shyly, he was wearing a white silk robe, his muscled body nearly swimming in it but his eyes were glued on Derek’s mother. She could be Laura's twin.

Everything froze, the chatter of the backstage dancers and crew, the applause from the audience calling for an encore, even the young Adam Hale.

Talia didn’t look over to her son, instead she continued to stare at the man in front of her. “This is how I will always remember him, young beautiful full of life.” Talia reached out to cup the unmoving omega’s face, her hands hovering, Derek could feel the emotion in his mother’s actions even before the first tear trickled down her cheek.

“Derek when I met him I thought the world truly had been reborn. Everything was so much brighter and he was mine. He was so beautiful Derek, you kids never got to see this part of his life, your grandmother had made it clear that he would not be allowed to continue dancing. He had to fall into the role of pack omega. He never objected or-or so much as grumbled. He just quit. His parents had tried to plead his case, they told me he was too young to just drop everything he had worked so hard for. They wanted me to put off our bonding ceremony for five years. When I said no, they asked for a year and your grandmother had several packmembers pick Adam up unexpectedly from his home and bring him to ours. She said it was for his safety. But I know now it was for other reasons. I never asked him how he felt about being uprooted, isolated from his family and forced into a marriage to a stranger.

I was so blinded by my own want that all of that never even came to mind. Up until the day he died he lived for me, he died, he died with a sad smile on his beautiful face. He was more worried about me then himself.” Talia stepped away from the dark haired omega with a shy expression on his young face. He did look a lot like Brandon, they had a similar expression, one that screamed innocence and kindness. His mother stepped back turning to her son, she shook her head.

She made her way out from the backstage dressing room stepping into a hospital room, the weak whimpers of a newborn pup as doctors and Nurses crowded around, their chatter chaotic and frantic.

His mother was wearing some awful blue scrubs, she clung to her mate’s hand. Derek could see his father’s paperwhite coloring, the young alpha was happy there was no scent here because the blankets around his omega parent were stained red. So much blood it was pooling around the foot of the bed as another set of Doctor’s were working at the end of the draped bed.

“Tals, our pup?” The omega whimpered weakly, his breathing coming in quick pants.

“He’s beautiful, Adam you did good. He’s-he’s perfect. He looks like you.” The blond alpha was petting her omega’s soft brown hair as she held the young omega's hand in hers. Her eyes flicking back to the doctor trying to stop the bleeding and the doctor’s rushing the infant from the room, those sharp eyes were wide, but as always focused as they returned to her omega’s pinched face.

“Of-of course he is. He’s yours. Be okay. Promise you will be okay. You will be. Okay. Our pups our family-you are strong.” Adam stuttered. “Tals my pup?”

“He’s alright. He’s alright.” Talia tried to keep her omega calm but the sounds of alarms nearly drowned her voice out, she avoided his question. She knew like Derek that the omega's loss left everyone with a big void in their lives, and emptiness that Derek started to fear for himself. How could one even continue on?

Derek felt sick, “You’ll be alright Adam. You are going to hold him-”

“Tals? I’m cold-”

The steady sound of an alarm and the doctor’s standing no longer crouched at the foot of the bed went unnoticed by the blond alpha, instead she was clutching at her chest, her wail nearly brought Derek to his knees.

The room faded into another, and Derek felt less anxious recognizing the class room.

“Tals. Listen we can’t lose ourselves here in the debate. He’s going to try and get you to lose your temper. But jokes on that idiot you aren’t your brother and you ma’am are as cool as a cucumber. Now I wrote out the debate points-hey are you listening to me?” Derek froze standing next to his mother, she was wearing a pair of tight jeans and her BHHS letter jacket. The girl talking had soft brown hair separated into two braids falling over her thin shoulders. She had a pair of faded jeans ripped at the knee, it looked recent though Derek couldn’t smell blood he knew that the dried blood around the torn knee was fresh.

The large padded bandaid over her right elbow only confirmed his guess, he was caught off guard by her very familiar whiskey brown eyes worriedly searching Talia Hale’s face.

“Talia? Hey? Something on your mind? I know it’s not the debate.” The girl had a faded grey t-shirt with a printed picture of white lilies in a vase. Derek guessed the girl really liked gardening, he could imagine her sitting with Stiles in a garden him playing in the mud as a pup as she tried to weed. Did Stiles like gardening? He did like to sit at the window and look out over the beautiful fields and surrounding forest.

His mother snapped his attention back into focus as the blond alpha frowned taking the girl’s small wrists in her larger hands.

“You can’t be that clumsy.” The alpha growled causing the girl to flinch slightly then in a true Stiles fashion Claudia laughed nervously pulling away.

“Oh, you would be surprised. Anyway. The debate. Come on Grumpy Wolf let’s go over the bullet points.” The omega's whiskey eyes were on the notes in her hands but the blond alpha was staring at her intensely. Derek understood his mother's expression, their was guilt and sadness.

“Claudia-” The alpha reached out to push one of the girl's braid's over her shoulder.

“Careful Talia Hale you are about to reveal what I’ve known all along.” The girl had a teasing tone that made Derek’s heart squeeze. This omega was just as tall as his omega, her hair and eyes those same expressions it was all too similar. The alpha wondered what Claudia Stilinski would have looked like had she been allowed to age.

“And what is that?” Talia asked sadly her long blond hair pushed over her shoulder.

Stiles’ mother as a teenager was something to behold, she had the same air of innocence about her but there was a sadness in her whiskey colored eyes. Her bruised features brought questions to Derek’s mind but he didn’t want answers. His uncle’s earlier statement “We did the same maybe even worse to Claudia.”

She was pushing his mother into one of the desk chairs then shaking her head, as she positioned herself behind the tall alpha. Even sitting his mother was taller than this omega, this omega with a sing song voice, with a slight freckling just dusting the bridge of her cute slopped nose. She to Derek’s amazement started to braid his mother’s hair, “What is that you ask?” She grinned, as she pulled her fingers through Talia’s blond strands.

“A heart silly. You are just a big softie. Listen Talia I know I’m just a poor orphan, so I could never know your responsibilities and the pressure you face as a Hale. But I can listen if you need to talk. It’s okay you know, you aren’t weak. Who knows maybe I can help. Or if you don’t want to ask me Ms. Big Bad Alpha, then maybe your friends? Even that idiot brother of yours. Someone. Because I hate seeing you all broody. It doesn’t suit you, maybe Creeper wolf but not you. " The young omega's fingers ran through the blond's long strands making quick work. "There. Now we can see your beautiful scowling face better.”

She stepped away to stand in front of the desk hands on her hips looking proud of her work and Talia stood up, as just like before the omega was frozen in time her expression forever paused.

“Derek I don’t know if this is a dream or if it’s not I don’t know why you are here. Or how. Your crazy grandmother has me locked somewhere away from the night sky or sun there are bars that burn to the touch. The only solace I have are my memories and even so I can’t tell what's real or fake. "

Red rimmed eyes turned to look into her son's blue eyes intensely, " I mean did I make up my own version of your father? What if he wasn’t happy at all, what if I only saw what I wanted! And Claudia-” Talia touched her hair, “She was kind. My brother had such a crush on her and he wasn’t the only one. I just managed to hide it better. How could you not love her, she was instant sunshine! Adam was the same! But I killed them. We killed them, Derek. Just by associating with me they died. Do you know what it’s like to live in the dark and cold? I lived there for my whole life until this omega, this tiny five foot two human walked into my life. She was the first person to tell your uncle no and the first person to stand up to me. I was so smitten she was fire and passion. And I killed her. Adam was anchoring, he was kind, loyal and so loving. And I killed him."

Talia wiped at her eyes, “They both had their own way of laughing at me and themselves. I take myself too seriously, she said and he would say the same. Derek, you can’t let them kill Stiles. “

Derek turned back to the still figure but she was gone, they were standing in Derek’s home, the living room of their pack house.

His mother watched aunt Carolyn arranging a bouquet of flowers in a vase placing them near a window with a small smile humming lightly to herself.It was a vase of lilies, Derek knew his aunt loved to spend time in their garden at home she often placed flowers around the house but he never gave it much thought.

His mother had a sad expression as she watched the werecoyote humm softly leaving the living space, “They are going to try and kill them Derek.” Talia put a hand over mouth, she was back to the alpha Derek was familiar with. Black slacks and a red silk sleeveless blouse, her hair shoulder length but her expression was different.

“She wants them all dead, this is my fault! How did I not see this coming! I should have put her in a f*cking institution instead of pitying her. She played a part in Adams death, she saw him as a tool to grow our pack. Except she’s deemed my pups to be defective. She’s crazy! She thinks you will side with her. She’s going to kill my family and I’m in here! Trapped! With my own thoughts and mistakes running like f*cking basketball plays in my head. Over and over again! “

Talia went over to the vase of flowers hurling it against the fireplace just to their left, Derek flinched.

“She’s only keeping me alive to drive me mad. That’s my punishment for going against her, she wants me to know their blood is and will be on my hands. Derek. You have to protect them. You and Laura are my successors, Laura has never wanted it, Cora is too rebellious and it’s never been a responsibility she cares for. You need to get them out of her reach, if you get a chance. Don’t be me. “

“Mom?”

Talia shook her head leaving that family room her son on her heels, “They are lost. “ She was standing in a hospital hall, her back against the wall as Derek could see his uncle Peter passing them. His mother peaked around the corner watching her brother’s retreat, his shoulders slumped in defeat. “Sometimes we as the pack alpha have to make hard decisions.” Talia stated turning the corner she hurried in the opposite direction of her brother. “The things I did were always for the better of the pack. I should have been a better mate, and I should have been a better friend.” Talia whispered as she used a key card to open a hospital room’s door. The small window on the door had drawn shades as well as the bigger windows.

Derek's body froze, feeling sick, he couldn’t bring himself to look at the figure on the bed. He didn’t want to see Stiles’ mother struggling against the restraints. He could hear his mother’s hushed whispers as she spoke to the delirious woman. He half turned listening to his mother speaking softer than he imagined her able to. Curiosity beat his hesitation and he felt like an intruder. His mother was braiding the thin woman’s hair. She looked so pale, gone was the light in her whiskey colored eyes, her face was drawn and she looked so fragile her arms and legs restrained to the bed. The bandages were stained red and Derek thought it looked painful to be tied down, however his mother had finished with Claudia’s messy brown hair, and took the pain from the omega’s injured wrist.

Claudia wasn’t making any sense but she smiled up at her familiar friend. “Oh, Grumpy Wolf. Come to blow my house down?” She sniffed. “That feels nice.” She whimpered nuzzling into the hand that stroked her now tamed hair, “My-I don’t know how? I don’t want this.” The brown haired omega sobbed. “I can’t. I can’t. Let me go. Let me go. They wont let- help me Tals. Help me? They are killing me. They want me to kill my baby. They whisper and there’s bad. I hate the dark. Dark.” The omega cried her words frantic and Derek knew that haunting similiar expression. He had seen it on Stiles as he descended into a panic attack. “They win. If I hurt someone. I don’t want this. I hate hospitals. I hate it. Won't be long.”

Talia nodded. “I’ll make it better. It’s okay. Trust me Clauds. Trust me. I'll make it all better." These words seemed to calm the young woman, her wild eyes less glassy as she slowly started to find a moment of sanity.

“Watch Noah for me. And my baby boy my pup won't understand. He-I hurt. Tals.” Tears started to spill over those same brown lashes that Stiles inherited.

“I’ll make it better.” Talia put her forehead against the omegas, the two touched noses.

“You can talk to me. You worry too much, you should try talking to your idiot brother. You have eachother. Family is important. Noah wont understand. Help him. “ Talia nodded

“Ssh. Claudia. It’s going to be okay. No more worries.”

“Oh, have you come to go over your debate points. You can’t lose.” The brown haired woman smiled up as if in a daze and Talia Hale returned a watery smile.

“Ya.” Talia produced a syringe from her back pocket and Derek’s eyes widened, this heart breaking scene, he understood what his mother was showing him. Talia injected something into the omega’s IV, careful to discard the syringe in the nearby sharps container she returned to the bed. The blond alpha unlocking the woman’s wrist restraints. She took the bruised wrists into her hands.

“My pup Tals.” Claudia whispered just as Adam had.

“He’s home sleeping.” Talia whispered as tears started to stream down her face.

“My Noah?”

“He’s safe. They’re safe. You get some sleep.” Talia ran a thumb over the bandaged wrists black vines wrapping up the alpha's forearm as she leeched the pain, “You can’t be this clumsy.”

“Careful Grumpy Wolf you are about to reveal what I’ve always known.” Claudia hummed.

“What’s that?” Talia sobbed continuing to take the pain, Derek watched as the black veins that reached up his mother’s own arms started to fade as the omega’s own breathing started to lessen and the heart monitor's started to sing in warning.

“That you have a heart.” Claudia Stilinski’s eyes closed as the heart monitor flat lined.

Derek backed into the far wall unable to look away, his mother was sobbing once more he witnessed what a broken bond looked like. Talia Hale clutched at her chest falling to her knees, her head hitting the ground as she sucked in gasping desperately for air.

Just as quickly the scene faded to him sitting in a box seat in a theater once more as a figure in white danced gracefully on a stage below.

“Shut up idiot. I’m watching the show-” Talia Hale smiled once more focusing her gaze on the figure below.

Derek heard his name from the seat next to him and a hand was on his shoulder and he was pulled from the dream or nightmare, like a drowning man from the cold suffocating waters.

“Ssh, ssh. Derek? You are okay. You’re okay. It was just a dream.” Cool hands were running over the back of Derek’s head. He was pressed into an anchoring scent gland, his arms were wrapped around the small figure straddling him. Derek was grateful his claws were not out, he took in deep pulls of the sweet scent of his omega. His own heart pounding against the omega’s ribcage as the thin boy pressed into him.

“That must have been a doozy, impressive for an afternoon nap.” Stiles’ soft teasing voice broke through the drumming in Derek’s ears.

“Ya.” Derek nodded, “I-” he half sobbed half sniffled.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. It’s okay. You don’t have to talk about it right away. I’m here. You’re alright. It’s fine. “ Stiles pulled away his small cool hands cradling the alpha’s face thumbs swiping at the trailing tears. Derek’s blue eyes met the omega’s whiskey colored orbs, he sucked in another breath as the omega’s expression was one of concern. Derek couldn’t believe his luck, Stiles was too good for Derek the omega deserved better.

Deaton had warned Stiles that Derek was a pack alpha and being cut off from his pack could put the alpha under stress. Nightmares would be common, mood swings, a lack of appetite. Deaton had given Stiles advice on how to maintain a healthy alpha omega bond. These nightmares were no joke, Stiles was used to his own but feeling the chaotic mix of emotions from his alpha through their bond was terrifying. Mainly because he thought of Derek as being more controlled, something like fear seemed like a foreign emotion for the alpha to have. Stiles felt like an asshole for thinking that, of course Derek would feel fear, he was older than Stiles but they were still kids.

Stiles was wrapped up in his own self hatred he wasn’t thinking of Derek. I mean they were trying to make things work right? Derek was making an effort and even the rest of his friends had apologized to Stiles in their own ways they were trying to strengthen a bond. Stiles was still afraid of them sometimes, he couldn’t just shut off years of trained reactions. He was still weak from his injury, no omega wanted to be around threats when they were vulnerable but the pack didn’t put him on edge like before. He felt accepted, and could feel their eager need for him to accept them. It was confusing and Stiles wished he could talk to someone other than the clinical Deaton or judgmental doctor Justice. Scott maybe? Cora was a good confidant but she was still a little anti-Derek so of course her opinion was biased. That and some stuff was personal, Stiles wished he had the same close connections everyone else did with their mates.

He could feel Derek’s eyes on him and he shivered, that was another thing. He kept responding to any little physical contact like a horny teenager. It was so embarrassing, even now his cheeks were flushing. He shivered, and of course Mr. Observant thought he was cold so he quickly pulled Stiles against him reached around them to gather their blanket around Stiles’ shoulders.

“Sorry. If I woke you up. Are you feeling okay?” Derek glanced at the clock, Stiles didn’t have to take the pain pills regularly only as needed. The alpha knew his omega hadn’t taken one as of yet but he worried what it would do for Stiles’ empty stomach. “Are you in pain?”

Stiles shook his head melting into the alpha’s embrace, he wouldn’t lie, he did enjoy the alpha’s thick scent.

“I’m alright. No pain.” he giggled feeling the alpha’s large hand whisper over his side to rest just above his bandaged flesh, no doubt checking for pain. “Tickles.” The omega objected with a huff. “I said no pain Mr. Sourwolf.”

It was true he barely felt a hint of pain, there was hardly any to take, the two were back to laying back on the bed chest to chest. Stiles sighed content as his alpha started to calm beneath him.

“Stiles. I hope you don’t get mad but I talked to my uncle and he said he’ll talk to your father.”

“What? Why?” Stiles sat up unaware he was sitting in Derek’s lap. “What do you mean?” The omega frowned down on the dark haired alpha.

“I mean. I know you are upset that your father hasn’t come to visit since our first day.”

“Well. He’s busy you know and he’s the Sheriff well kinda I mean sure he’s on leave but he’s helping do stuff for your family so I understand. “ Stiles started to absentmindedly play with a line of dark hair running from just above Derek’s bellybutton to below. His whiskey colored eyes were examining the happy trail unaware of the havoc this innocent act was playing on the alpha.

“Stiles. Thats bullsh*t. You deserve better. He’s your alpha parent, your only parent and it’s bullsh*t that he hasn’t come to check on you. I talked to my uncle and he said he’ll talk to him. You matter Stiles. The only reason he hasn’t come to see you doesnt have anything to do with you or anything you’ve done. He just sucks at emotions and sh*t.”

Stiles felt a smile tickle the edge of his mouth he still didn’t look up at Derek, “Careful there, SourWolf. Your heart is about to show. What will the neighbors think?”

Derek couldn’t take the teasing hands, damn this omega for being so damn cute he had to be doing it on purpose. Stiles’ words reminded Derek of that dream or whatever it was that was, there couldn’t be any truth to that. That was obviously the cause of stress and worry right?

“They can think whatever they want.” Derek growled taking the omega’s wrists in one hand pulling Stiles’ head down with his other hand so their mouths could meet. To his delight his omega opened his mouth inviting the alpha to deepen their kiss.

When Derek released Stiles so they could both get some air the omega’s cheeks were flushed the brown haired boy’s grin was lopsided and damn cute. Derek kissed the edge of the omega’s mouth slightly causing the boy to giggle and bury his head shyly in Derek’s scent gland.

“You bring this on yourself.” Derek teased scenting the top of the younger boy’s head.

“What? I am the innocent party here. You have taken advantage of my state of of undress sir. “

“Oh?” Derek ran his hand over the boy’s thin spine, enjoying the warmth between them, he felt the boy nodded his head but he was only nuzzled closer to the alpha.

Derek was very aware of the uncomfortable fact there was more than growing affection between him. In fact if Stiles kept wiggling like he was than it was going to get worse, there was no way his omega didn’t notice it and if he hadn’t he would very soon.

Derek squeezed his eyes shut trying to count down from one hundred, when Stiles stiffened in his arms. The alpha felt Stiles pull away, sitting himself just below the problem, his slight weight on Derek’s muscled thighs.

“Oh. Uh, Der-” Stiles bit his lip looking down.

Derek threw an arm over his eyes, wishing for death, ‘Godds take me now.’ he screamed inwardly.

“Um, your jeans look uncomfortable. I mean who sleeps in jeans? Do you-I mean you uh. “

“Stiles, please. Let me die of embarrassment in peace.” Derek groaned. Of course the omega giggled but stayed sitting on Derek’s thighs, his hands resting dangerously close to the alpha’s erection.

“It’s a normal natural reaction. So uh nothing to be um embarrassed about.”

“This only happens with you around, I swear just give me a minute and it-” Derek whined.

“What?” Stiles tensed.

“I said give me a minute and can we stop talking about this-” Derek still didn't meet the omega's beautiful whiskey colored eyes. How could he?

“You what? I thought all Alphas have like some knee jerk reaction-” Stiles was genuinely confused.

“No Stiles despite what you think we aren’t all sex crazed knottheads. I can’t help that I’m attracted to you and this- oh my godds are we having this conversation?” Derek pressed his palms into his eyes.

“So you think I’m attractive like I don’t disgust you?”

“I wouldn’t pop a boner every time we lay skin to skin if I didn’t find you attractive. I already told you I-uh. “ Derek wanted to just disappear, why couldn't he just disappear!

“You what?” The omega asked softly.

“I care about you. Can we stop talking?” Derek grumbled, then he nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt the brush of cool fingers just under his belly button, the sound of his pants being unbuttoned then the zipper drawn down. “Stiles what are you-”

The omega was touching him, oh godds Derek thought he was maybe still dreaming. “I don’t know I thought it looks painful.” The omega's voice was breathless.

Yes, Derek was definitely dreaming, even if the shy touches felt real, all too real no way Stiles would ever say this.

“St-sti-uh Stiles.” Derek swallowed as his erect flesh was pulled out from his restrictive boxers and jeans.

“It’s um, number three.” Stiles replied as if providing an answer for the class.

“Three?” Derek’s eyes were wide as he sat partially propped up on his elbows careful not to knock the smaller man from him.

“Or maybe number fifteen I don’t remember-wow you are-” Stiles held Derek in his hand amazed at their difference; he was operating on another level knowing if he stopped to think that he would chicken out.

“Stiles-” Whatever Derek was about to say was completely cut off as something warm and wet enveloped the head of his very hard and very erect member.

Stiles had moved down, ignoring the pinch in his own side, he had been reading the pamphlets he hid away in a book.

He didn’t expect Derek to be so big, and the diagrams made this look a lot easier, he tried to keep his teeth back and open his mouth but he could only manage to go halfway before gagging. The alpha’s gasps along with other sounds encouraged Stiles as well as the happy vibrations buzzing through their bond.

He enjoyed the feel the alpha as he swirled his tongue around the thick head he finally pulled away with a pop breathless and panting he chanced a glance up at the growling alpha.

Derek’s eyes were heavily lidded, his chest and face flushed, “Am I doing it right-” his breathless question was cut off by the alpha’s deep growl and suddenly Stiles was on his back the alpha hovering over him. The dark haired boy’s mouth was on Stiles, silencing any questions or doubts. Instead the alpha was pushing into him, his strong hand going unnoticed due to the fact Stiles was lost in their kiss. The scent of alpha heavy in the air blanketing him he was lost in swirl of emotion and need.

“Let me. It’s okay. You did good. Let’s feel good together.” Derek whispered into Stiles’ mouth, kissing down the omega’s chin until the smaller boy turned his head inviting his alpha to feast on his delicate scent gland swollen and sensitive.

Stiles arched up into Derek’s large hand, the alpha was nipping at the omega’s scent glad while his hand pulled Stiles free of his sweats. When Derek met their erections in his hand, he nearly embarrassed himself by coming first. The alpha grunted holding back he started to work the two together, it felt amazing having Stiles’ dick touching his. The omega thought so too by the way he was arching up into Derek’s skilled hand.

The cute sounds he was making encouraged Derek to move at a teasing pace, “Oh Godds Derek please.” The omega moaned arching upward, Derek grinned pushing the omega back down with a stronger hand to his hip.

“Please what?” Derek bit the omega’s kiss swollen bottom lip playfully.

“Please. “ Stiles whined his breathing labored.

Derek grinned. “More of this?” He moved against Stiles’ hard flesh a rather erotic moan escaped the panting boy.

“Alpha.” Stiles pleaded and Derek couldn’t hold back he sat up pulling Stiles into his lap.

“Hold on to me Stiles, put your arms around my neck.” He ordered and to his delight the omega did so without question. Derek sped up his hand as he cupped the back of Stiles’ head as to control their kissing. Derek’s tongue licked into the omega’s open mouth without any objection.

“Oh godds Stiles I’m close. f*ck you feel good.” Derek grunted.

“Der-I can’t I-m-” the boy moaned his words tumbling incoherently from his mouth his own chaotic thoughts hard to catch and reclaim focus. All Stiles could do was feel and he felt everything doubled due to their open bond.

“Me too. I-” Derek felt his teeth extend and sharpen he forced Stiles’ head back so he could have access to the delicious scent gland, biting down enough to leave a mark but not to draw blood. The twisting coil that settled in his gut finally released just as his omega came hard into the alpha’s hand. Derek followed close behind their thick strings of white making a mess between them spraying mostly in Derek’s hands and on their bellies.

The alpha caught his omega before the boy fell back, the boy was out of breath and weak. Derek laid him on their bed jumping up to grab something to clean them off with.

“Oh, man that was nice. My eyes won't stay open, sorry Derek. “ the omega grinned eyes lazily blinking.

“It’s okay Stiles I’ll take care of everything, you go ahead. Sleep.” Derek couldn't help but laugh softly, his omega was cute in this lax state, skin flushed and glowing.

“Cuddle me.” Stiles grumbled flinching from the wet cloth Derek had retrieved from their bathroom wiping his boyfriend down. He frowned wanting to check Stiles’ wound to be sure they didn’t upset anything. However the omega was pulling at Derek, clinging to the dark haired boy.

Derek couldn’t deny his mate anything especially this, he wiped himself clean, and the two were in their boxers he pulled a blanket over them and the young omega curled into Derek’s side. They fell asleep like that, Stiles’ head using the crook of Derek’s shoulder as a pillow, his lean leg thrown over the alpha’s muscled torso.

“Stiles can I take you out for a date?” Derek asked kissing the boy’s temple happily dragging fingers through the soft brown hair.

Stiles sighed radiating content “Sure. But you’ll have to have me home by curfew.” He giggled.

“I’m serious. I know we can’t leave but leave it to me. “

“Maybe dinner and a movie downstairs.” Stiles nuzzled the alpha. “Anything would be fun. I’m a cheap date.” He yawned. “I think we just did number fifteen. Can we put a star next to that. I like that one.”

Derek laughed softly to himself due to the fact that his omega was snoring softly after this honest statement.

Chapter 16: Lips sure to Lure someone bad

Chapter Text

Stiles didn’t know what to expect when Derek had asked him for a date, maybe just a cuddle fest that ended with them back upstairs. However when he woke from his very enjoyable nap, cleaned up and nesting alone a nervous anxiety started to vibrate through his bond.

Derek was back in the room quickly opening the door, he was carrying something in his hands but Stiles was too busy focusing on the concerned alpha’s handsome face.

“Stiles? Did you have a bad dream? Are you injured?” Derek was scooping up the boxer clad boy holding him against his chest, the shopping bag forgotten beside him.

“No. I’m okay I don’t know I just felt nervous waking up alone.” The omega admittedly was embarrassed at his own childish actions.

“Stiles. I’m sorry. I just went to grab something I was hoping to let you sleep a little longer.” The alpha was rubbing circles into the omega’s thin back, he could feel the omega start to relax. “I didn’t mean to be gone when you woke up. I was just outside the room.”

“I-I don’t mean to be so clingy.” Stiles bit his lip pulling away but the alpha held him firm scenting Stiles’ head.

“No. You are not acting clingy. We are okay. You are safe here and I’m not leaving you. I will always let you know if I’m going anywhere. Next time I’ll leave a note if that makes you feel better.” Stiles giggled nodding into the alpha’s chest.

“You were outside the room? What-”

Derek smiled, pulling away shyly he took the shopping bag at his side, “Erica and Lydia went with Boyd and Jackson to pick up some things they thought you would need to get ready for our date.”

Stiles took the bag still sitting in the alpha’s lap unaware of his mate’s intense appreciation at the omega’s near state of nakedness.

Derek closed his eyes squeezing them shut praying Stiles didn’t catch the obvious scent of arousal. He needed to get his libido under control, although it wasn’t helping having the cute omega sitting innocently in nothing but boxers.

Stiles inspected the dark grey vest and simple white button up shirt made of the softest material, little black bowtie and a gray knitted beanie. The jeans inside were surprisingly his size, and the brand was definitely expensive. There were other items in the bag like deodorant and cologne, he raised an eyebrow.

“I’ll help you shower and then I’ll let you get dressed, I’ve been warned if we take too long Erica and Lydia will come looking for us. “

Stiles blushed, “I think I can shower by myself.” He was eased to his legs, realizing that Derek was already dressed and smelling freshly showered.

The alpha wore a pair of black loose fit jeans, he had on a black v-neck t-shirt and his hair was styled. Stiles was half tempted to run fingers through it and kiss the clean shaven jaw but he didn’t trust himself keeping his hands from wandering once more. He snatched up the bag hoping his alpha wasn’t aware of his runaway thoughts.

Derek instead seemed worried, trailing Stiles as he made his way to the bathroom. “Derek I promise I will be fine. I think I am able to walk I mean I’ve been walking for sixteen years now. And I’ll leave the bathroom door open if it makes you feel better. I’ve watched you enough to know how to keep my wound from getting wet. So, let me get ready.”

There was an excited buzz vibrating through their bond, Derek didn’t know if it was coming from Stiles or himself maybe both he grinned as the younger teen made his way with an excited humm to the bathroom.

Stiles and Derek left their room just as Erica and Lydia were about to knock. Both girls had raised eyebrows, Stiles was a little breathless not used to moving around so much but he was determined to do this.

“Ah, boys, you are looking adorable as ever Stiles. I knew that bow tie was perfect.”

“Uh, thanks catwoman.” Stiles nervously held to Derek’s arm feeling shy.

“Follow us boys, dinner will be served soon.” Derek shrugged in response to Stiles’ questioning look. The omega relaxed as the alpha took his hand and led him towards the stairs. Stiles leaned into Derek biting his lip, the stairs would be challenging but he was determined to not ruin their date. However Derek was quick to scoop the weightless boy up into his arms, red converse dangling as the alpha princess carried his soulmate carefully and with surprising grace.

“Sorry Stiles I know you are healing but I don’t want you wearing yourself out too much before we can see what these vixens have planned. “

“I’ll let it slide.” Stiles’ cheeks were bright red pretending to be put out by the whole situation when in reality his scent was bursting with affection.

The girls had even made sure that Stiles was wearing comfortably soft batman socks, he really liked the light scent of cologne, nothing too overbearing. Even the facewash in the bag had been carefully selected to match Stiles’ tastes, he wasn’t one for strong scents or maybe they had chosen them knowing Derek wasn’t a fan of Stiles smelling strongly of anyone or anything but of Derek.

The girls were wearing cute dresses themselves, Erick’s hair was pulled back in a sleek ponytail, the blond tresses tamed into a single curl bouncing when she walked, the black dress coming just above her knees and for once she wasn’t wearing a signature leather coat but a cute short knitted black scarf falling around her shoulders, she was wearing some dangerous black heels but Stiles thought it suited her nonetheless. Lydia was in a cute strapless blue dress that fell to her knees the silken material was like the bluest water moving with her every motion. Unlike Erica, Lydia wore a pair of cute sparkling black ballerina flats, her strawberry blond hair pulled up in a loose bun.

When the group finally made it to the bottom of the stairs Boyd and Jackson were waiting they nodded to Derek and Stiles.

Derek carefully put Stiles on his feet, they followed the others. Boyd had an arm around Erica’s shoulders. “We haven’t gone on a date let alone a double or triple date in a while.”

“This is true.” She grinned sweetly up at her beta mate. “It’s been a while since I’ve put on this much.” She giggled and it was true she normally wore low cut and more revealing clothes, not that Boyd ever minded.

Stiles watched the two couples with a soft expression, and Derek couldn’t help but draw the omega over to his side kissing his forehead before continuing on.

Issac was standing near the french doors that led out to the deck leading to the gardens. Issac pretended to straighten up some papers at the small podium he had somehow produced for this night. “Good evening. Reservation?” Issac asked with a grin, his blond hair brushed back, he himself wearing a black vest and slacks with a black dress shirt and tie.

“Yes, one table for Whittemore.” Jackson was the first to step forward.

“Ah, yes. We’ll get you seated right away Mr. Whittemore and may I say your date is looking absolutely gorgeous tonight.”

“No you may not.” Jackson replied playfully, breaking character and pushing at his best friend’s shoulder. Lydia giggled and Issac cleared his throat.

“If you will wait just a moment we’ll have you seated soon.” He promised the other couples before disappearing through the slightly opened french doors leading out to a dimly lit walkway. Stiles was curious now, he thought he would be sitting with the others but it looked like it would be just his alpha with him. This excited and terrified him, Stiles wasn’t much for conversation he usually was one for anxious word vomit or he would shut up and just make it awkward with his strained silence.

Cora appeared suddenly “Table for Hale?” She was wearing a similar outfit as Issac her hair pinned back and curled.

“That would be us.” Stiles grinned and she sighed.

“Of course it is, and what a waste. Such a pretty boy with-”

Laura hit her sister with what looked like two menus cutting the snarky remark off, “Right this way Mr. Hale and Cutie Pants Mcgee.”

Derek held back a growl, Laura started to greet Erica and Boyd.

Stiles’ eyes lit up as they were led down a walk way decorated with fairy lights in the trees, they were led to a table where paper lanterns were hung up under a gazebo over a table with a white table cloth and set as if they were truly in a nice restaurant.

“I’ll leave you to sit, uh, the menus are kinda just props, dinner will be served shortly, but first non alcoholic beverages and appetizers.” Cora snatched up the menus she had given the couple and Stiles giggled when a very uncomfortable looking Travis wearing the same uniform as everyone else.

“Good help is so hard to find.” Cora rolled her eyes helping Travis with the tray he was awkwardly holding, Stiles’ eyes lit up when a bottle of ketchup was placed in the middle of the table and two appetizer plates with a basket of steaming curly fries.

“Oh sweet mana from heaven.” The omega rubbed his hands together, missing the grins shared just over his head between Travis and Cora.

Stiles didn’t even notice that Cora had put two fancy wine glasses with ice and Dr. Pepper on the table. Derek happily served Stiles a plate of his favorite food.

“This is beautiful! Jackson is lucky to have such a beautiful place and I can’t believe how well lit the place is at night. I never noticed from our window.”

“That’s because he set this up for us. Well with some help from Travis, Cora, Laura, Boyd and the others. I was told to stay in the room no peeking. They wanted to make our date feel authentic.”

“Well they passed. I’ll definitely give them a good yelp rating.” Stiles said over a mouth full of fried. Derek moved his chair to so he was sitting beside Stiles he wiped a stray fleck of ketchup that dared stay just out of reach from the boy’s tongue. Stiles turned his whiskey colored eyes up to look into his alpha’s blue ones. It was like every romcom Stiles had ever watched, excepted better. Suddenly they were leaning into eachother and their lips met with a soft pressure nothing lustful or needy but all the same just as intense. The omega felt his heart threatening to pound just out of his chest, his face flushed as he turned back to his plate offering a warm fry to the alpha’s smirking mouth.

How could it be legal being that handsome should be a crime. The two sat comfortably talking about Stiles’ favorite video game. “Mario kart is a classic.” The alpha agreed with a nodd, “But I can’t say princess peach is the strongest character. “

“That’s where you are wrong, kind sir. She is severely underappreciated.” Stiles whipped his hands on the cloth napkin, sipping his soda. Derek happily noted just how much the other boy was eating. Stiles had spoken more in the last fifteen minutes than he had in the past two days. And the scent around the omega was sweet and content, it was addictive. Derek wanted nothing more than to stay in this moment with his love, yes he knew he loved Stiles. How had he been so blind to it, even before finding out they were mates on some level the alpha had been aware of a connection he felt. Was that why he was so intense with every interaction? Derek had so much time to make up for.

Derek talked to Stiles about how he really didn’t see himself playing any sports when he decided to go to university. He wanted to have a normal life, as a college student before he took over the pack. Stiles didn’t judge him at all for his selfish wants, in fact the omega corrected Derek’s frame of thinking.

“It’s not selfish Derek to want something for yourself. And I know once you’ve made that decision you’ll stick to your guns. That’s what I’ve always envied in you, you seem to know what you want and you have the drive to obtain your goals without looking back. “

“You’re the same Stiles. You don’t waver, you are so much more stronger than you think. That and you are so kind in your approach. You reach your goals without stepping on or running over anyone.”

“That’s because I’m 145 pounds of pure jellyfish. It’s hard to run over anything when a heavy wind can blow you away.” The omega giggled blushing under the alpha’s intense stare.

“Seriously Stiles, I know I’ve spent years proving otherwise but you are not what you think. You are worth more than ten of me. I love how passionate you are about the things and people you love. I mean my sister told me what you did to that f*cker that was black mailing her. Or at least trying to black mail her.”

“Not my finest moment, seriously that headbutt was nothing like in the movies.” Stiles scrunched up his face remembering the headache he had given himself.

Derek was cupping the omega’s face gently tilting the boy’s head upward so they were facing eachother. “May I kiss you again Stiles?” The alpha asked breathlessly, his eyes searching the whiskey orbs staring up at him.

“You don’t have to ask.” Stiles whispered unable to break the intense gaze, he could feel something through their bond and once more Dere’s lips were pressed against his, moving slowly at first then a sly tongue licked at him wanting entrance, Stiles gasped feeling both their hearts speed up. The alpha licked at the inside of Stiles’ mouth before the omega shyly licked back. Derek was leaning into him, his welcomed warmth seeping into Stiles’ very pores his scent covering him and the omega let out sounds of excitement.

There was a clearing of a throat followed by a cough, causing the two to quickly pull apart. Derek kept Stiles close unwilling to let him move too far from him, the boy was practically in his lap.

“Sorry to interrupt there sirs. But dinner is served...well if you’re still hungry. I don’t know with all the face-” Travis elbowed Cora cutting off her increasingly rude comments.

“Remember what Laura said.” Travis whispered and Cora sighed.

“Ya, ya. Brat. You aren’t my boss. And I still owe you a beat down.” Travis stepped back holding the tray with two hands he gave her a pained look.

“Don’t worry about her kid, she’s always been that way. “ Derek winked at the paling blond.

“And what way might that be?” Cora challenged placing the plates of food in front of the two.

“Sweet and caring.” Stiles gave the dark haired girl a bright smile, and Cora’s tense posture melted and she smiled back.

“Dammit Stiles, why do you have to be so damn cute! I wish I had been into omegas. We could have been awesome.”

Stiles giggled, “No. I think you are just fine the way you are. You don’t want submissive.”

“Damn right.” Cora replied unaware she had revealed something about herself.

“Thank godds for that too. I could only imagine the poor alpha having to put up with your bullsh*t. They’ll have to be made of some strong sh*t.” Derek sighed, “I’ll gladly sit and listen to their many grievances. I mean with your personality we are gonna have to rely on your looks to attract a mate but even that’s mediocre. We can only hope a suitor likes money, cause thats all we have at this point.”

Cora started laughing, “I can’t even argue that. Except I am hot sh*t so f*ck you bro. Come along Travis. Let’s leave these two love birds. I don’t want you getting any ideas.”

Travis was led away, the sound of teasing laughter growing distant, Derek shook his head. Well he had thought maybe his sister had an interest in alphas but when she had tried to challenge him for Stiles’ bond he thought perhaps he was wrong. He wondered if she had even realized she had come out just then. Idiot kid sisters, but it didn’t matter to him. As long as whomever her prospective future mate was respectful and loving towards his sometimes difficult little sister. Brats.

Cora was washing dishes in the kitchen when she suddenly froze, “What? Whats wrong?” Travis asked nearly dropping a plate he was drying.

“Oh my godds. I just-” Cora started to hyperventilate glancing worriedly in the direction of the gardens. “I think I’m going to be sick. Do you think he heard me?”

“Heard what?” Travis stacked the plates ready to put them away they had promised to clean up after themselves not wanting any staff helping. It made it more meaningful if they all did this together.

“Nothing. Nothing.” Cora’s scent was distraught and Travis didn’t like it, her kinscent was close to Brandon’s.

“You know it sounded like he didn’t care that you like alphas. Brandon said you worry too much. Derek and Laura are not like that you know. And I doubt your alpha is either. In fact Brandon said he knows Derek wouldn’t let her say anything negative anyway. He’s going to be the next alpha anyway. So hurry up and finish those glasses, it’s almost time to serve dessert. Seriously how do I get stuck partnering with you. I wish Brandon was feeling well enough to see this. And don’t forget to save him some cake, I want to bring him up a piece. So don’t you dare eat more than your share.”

“Hey brat! Who the hell do you think you’re talking to.” Cora flicked water at the back of the boy’s head as he walked away with the clean plates.

Stiles and Derek walked arm in arm through the beautifully lit gardens, Stiles felt like he was in a movie, this was like a dream. He couldn’t believe Jackson of all people had set the whole thing up. Derek had said it was his idea after he heard how much Stiles loved looking out at the beautifully landscaped grounds.

Stiles shyly leaned into Derek’s arm, “I’ll be sure to tell him thank you. I just hope he and Lydia are enjoying their date.”

Derek led Stiles to a stone bench, feeling the creeping exhaustion through their bond. Stiles was good with a poker face playing off as if he weren’t feeling a little tired. This was a lot of exercise in one day. The alpha enjoyed how the lights cast a glow over the omega slightly brightening the honeyed eyes of his mate. Stiles was pale but there was a healthy flush to his cheeks, and he had eaten nearly all of his food tonight. This was one of the best dates Derek could ever remember, there wasn’t any forced intrest or shallow conversation. Just the two existing in eachother’s orbits and Derek was pulled in. The tree they sat under was blossoming and some of the white pedals had fallen in Stiles’ soft brown hair.

“What are you thinking Sour Wolf?”

“Just, how I wish to stay in this moment here in the warmth of your hand and sweet scent of content.”

“Such a romantic. I had no idea.” Stiles nudged the alpha playfully, sighing heavily he leaned into the alpha resting his head on the older teen’s shoulder welcoming the feel of strong arm pulling him in. “But same. Samsies.”

Stiles just wanted to stay there, in silent affectionate content. Was this warmth what happy felt like? Was this what it felt like to be loved, to not be alone? He filed this memory away, knowing that no matter what happened in the future he would have this moment to return to like in a video game this was his respawning point.

Later Derek undressed the omega who had fallen asleep there next to him on the stone bench. Derek removed the omega’s new red converse, laughing at the batman socks Erica no doubt had picked out, he eased the skinny jeans down attempting to maintain a clear mind. He decided they both could sleep in their boxers tonight, skin to skin seemed to help Stiles sleep restfully.

Uncle Peter had been gone all day, and there wasn’t any word back from Allison on the poison, but she had checked in just to see how Stiles was doing. Derek could appreciate that much, he knew with his friends they would get through this. As long as he had Stiles he could get through anything.

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Edwina Hale glared at her son, “I had such high hopes for you Peter and as always you fell short. First it was your disgusting fixation on that human orphan lowborn. Then you brought home a mutt, and you dared create the little abomination. A werecoyote and werewolf have no business breeding such spawn! Now, you thought you could snoop around and what rescue your idiot sister? You are weak just like her. That bitch I was forced into marriage with poisoned our blood line with his muddled blood, things like sentiment and mercy. They have no room in a pack. “

“Please mother I’m not a child, could you spare me the lecture and just kill me.” Peter rolled his eyes ignoring the smell of burning flesh as the handcuffs on his wrists continued to sear through his skin reminding him that struggling wasn’t really an option when his mother’s lackeys had guns with wolfsbane bullets aimed at him as well as these damn wolfsbane handcuffs irritating his skin. It would definitely scar.

“Oh, Peter my boy. Killing you would be a mercy and we both know that’s not something I believe in. “

“Oh, how could I forget.” Peter sighed with disinterest.

“No, my boy. I have better plans. I will watch you die but first I want you to watch as I eliminate your bitch and it’s whelp right along with that woman’s pathetic pup. Such filth curses us with his presence, my poor Derek he’s been lured in by such a thing. He is just a young impressionable alpha after all. Once we free him of his bond he’ll happily move on. He’s a smart boy. Tomorrow I plan on bringing him here. Once the bond is severed his mind will clear. My informants tell me its only a half bond anyway. There will be little pain. I should know, I had the same with my husband. It’s a little irritating but once you are free well you’re free.”

Edwina smirked, waving her hands, “Take him to his cell. Tomorrow is going to be fun!”

"Please mother you don't have the power-"

"Don't I though. Tomorrow the Argents will be rounded up under the guise of a trial, you see we've paid off some Hunters who see their precious "Code"as a suggestion, something more fluid. And they've agreed to handle their annoyingly noble relatives while my pack takes the Whittemore estate. I'll burn it down, but first those within will either join me or die. Well your family aside, and the offer will only extend to those I haven't already decided to make an example of. So get some rest Peter tomorrow is going to be exciting!"

Peter started to struggle against his cuffs, "I'll kill you mother! I'll kill you before you even lay a finger on them! You crazy bitch!"

"Funny you sound just like your sister. And she's not saying much from where she is." Edwina waved at her son. "Night night, my boy. Sweet dreams."

Chapter 17: EVEN BAD WOLVES CAN BE GOOD

Chapter Text

Stiles awoke feeling startled, he didn’t remember falling asleep in a meadow. He was oddly surrounded by daisies and primrose, something was wrong. He could feel a slight breeze it made him shiver.

“Derek?” he called out but there was no answer, just the sound of someone running towards him. Stiles felt cold, and the scent of smoke was heavy in the air, it was barely noon but the sun was fading behind the trees lining the Whittmore property. There was a pull deep within his chest, it almost hurt if he didn’t move forward, not that he wouldn’t move. There was something not right, where was Derek?

Stiles caught a familiar scent, it was just under the smoke, “Derek!” He shouted rushing without a thought to the direction, his legs moving on their own as if they knew where to go. The omega pushed himself forgetting his soreness and still healing wounds. He could smell Derek, or was it Brandon, Cora maybe Laura? Carolyn and the baby? It was there, the kinscent.

“Derek!” his heart pounding threatening to burst from his chest. Someone was hurt, but who? Everything felt so still his converse clad feet sounded loud against the soft dirt and brush.

Then he was there, but not, it wasn’t anywhere he knew it didn’t even feel like a dream he was so cold and just wanted to see Derek. Why was he alone? Derek promised to not leave him alone. Something was wrong. Derek was hurt! Or Brandon, maybe Brandon was lost out here.

“Help.” A voice whispered but it wasn’t one the now frantic Stiles recognized. He came up short bursting out of the tall grass just before the road reached the forest. There was someone there, Stiles didn’t recognize them but their scent, it was wreaking havoc on his senses.

A man with dark eyes and black hair stood, holding a hand to chest, he was wearing a brown cardigan, it seemed so thin for how cold Stiles felt. He half laughed and half cried when he saw Stiles. It was relief and apprehension flashing in those dark unfamiliar eyes.

“Godds, you’re so young.” The man coughed, his unsteady hand reached out, Stiles could see it was burned badly, in fact the stranger was burned badly on the left side of his body. Stiles instinctively hurried to catch the older man tittering forward.

“Help them.” The man was helped to the ground, Stiles wasn’t very strong but he could at least make the man more comfortable. There wasn’t anyone else that Stiles could see, then he did. There were three pups young maybe ten years old or younger and a baby? One of the pups with dark hair was holding the baby wrapped in a letter jacket for a blanket. The two freckled redheads a boy and a girl stood huddled behind the dark haired boy. This broke the omega’s heart. These children looked through Stiles but he could read their fear and feel their sense of loss.

“Okay, okay.” Stiles reminded himself to breathe and stay calm. “Who? Who are you? I’ll get help just hang in there.” Stiles promised, starting to search for his phone in his pockets but the stranger now lying in the grass halted Stiles’ movements with his bloody hand.

“They attacked so quickly, they’ve taken the ones they didn’t kill and that wasn't very many.”

“Who?” Stiles was so confused. “Why do you smell like-like pack?” Stiles pulled his wrist free, covering his ears, he could hear yelling and screaming. The sound of gunfire echoing through him. There was smoke everywhere he couldn’t make out where exactly he was, he knew he wasn’t outside anymore. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t find the scent of his packmates, he wanted it to stop.

“They need your help. Please help them. They need to talk to their alpha-we are pack.” The older man’s grip was tightening on Stiles’ wrist once more, grounding him pulling him back to reality. The omega could sense the stranger was a beta and was fighting to stay awake, to keep breathing. They were back in the field once more, the air clear and noiseless. The children only focused on the dying Beta they didn’t move.

“I know your face.” The beta coughed bringing Stiles’ focus away from the oddly still pups. The dying man smiled sadly, his hand loosening its grip, tears breaking free of his dark lashes leaving streaks as they streamed past the beta’s ash stained temple.

“Ah, Claudia.”

“Who are you?” Stiles locked eyes with stranger and he was gone. Just empty grass without an indent. As if no one had ever been there, even the pups were gone. The omega stood up glancing around. Then the scene around him changed, fading like watercolors on a canvas.

There was a young man standing in a small foyer. A teenager no older than Stiles. But Stiles didn’t recognize the place. Or the boy. The teen was clutching at his backpack straps, wearing a plain grey hoodie. An old wood door felt looming and formidable behind him.

“Your shoes JJ. You’ll trip over your feet before you even step foot into your new home.” The girl with a single braid thrown over her slender shoulder stood up. She hugged the small dark haired teen. Stiles recognized this scent, it was of home he could smell home on the girl. That girl in faded jean overalls an oversized beacon hills letter Jacket, Stiles thought if he looked at her back the name said HALE. But it was the expression she wore on her face, one of concern and reassurance.

“Listen JJ. Here’s my phone number. My, um, my bond mate is a cop. He’s nice too. If something happens or they’re mean to you. Call me. I don’t care how late. And don’t forget to write.”

“It sucks you two have a bond mark and me, I’m stuck in this sh*t hole until I graduate.” A very young Melissa huffed and Stiles knew. He knew the girl with a bandaid on her chin was his mother. That girl wearing someone else's letterman jacket, that was definitely his mother. This was such a weird dream.

The boy nodded, closing his eyes he heard a knock on the door behind him. The nameless teen flinched looking as if he were ready to bolt in the opposite direction of the door. However the old wood door swung open and two alpha men dressed in dark suits where there.

Claudia followed the boy out of the house Melissa at her back. When the young teenage Claudia reached to take the dark haired beta’s hand the two men in suits blocked her way.

Causing a deep growl from a blond alpha in a cheerleading uniform. The blond was standing next to a black Mercedes a faceless driver in the front seat. Stiles thought it so odd for Laura, yes. This blond woman looked so much like Laura Hale. It was almost out of place for Laura to be standing so regally near the drab old house with the over grown weeds lining the pathetic gravel driveway. Stiles could see well kept flower beds growing lilies and tulips around the porch but weeds had started to take over there as well, as if someone had stopped caring for them.

Laura took a step closer to a young Claudia, and to Stiles’ surprise it wasn’t Laura but Alpha Hale. He nearly laughed seeing Talia Hale in a Beacon Hills Cheer uniform. The blond put herself between these alphas in black suits and the small dark haired omega.

“Don’t touch.” The female flashed her eyes and sharp teeth. The two men seemed to know who she was. “We can’t be late your Uncle isn’t a patient alpha, he’s upset that his youngest is bonded to a male beta. “

“I feel for the Beta.” Talia had her hands crossed over her chest. “Anyway hurry up with the goodbyes idiot. I have practice to get to and you're the manager.” The blond alpha rolled her eyes at the whiskey eyed omega with the letter jacket.

“Good bye JJ.” Stiles heard his mother call out and the boy didn’t turn around instead he addressed Stiles. The scene freezing not even the leaves on the trees lining the poor excuse of a gravel driveway swayed. The very air froze. Stiles guessed this to be the orphanage his mother grew up in.

The young boy turned to Stiles, “I didn’t look back I was afraid I wouldn’t want to leave and they would drag me away kicking and screaming. I wish I would have turned back. The only warm thing about that place were those two. I never saw her or Mel again.

That day, the day you see. I was brought to the Hale house, I was so scared.”

“Hale?” Stiles was confused.

Stiles was in a house now, a large one similar to Derek’s, JJ was none too gently ushered in where his mate stood. Stiles didn’t recognize him, he was tall and just as old as Derek. His eyes were a deep grey and his hair was combed back neatly but blond.

Peter was leaning against the banister of a spiral staircase eating an apple looking as if he were bored. He was smug and young in his letterman jacket and faded jeans. “Oi! I would be careful boys my cousin here doesn’t take kindly to scents being on his things.” The two alphas in suits looked nervously at the tall teen just over the blond’s shoulder.

“Shut up Pete and leave. I don’t even know why you dropped by today. Mind your business.” The dark haired alpha in a Tallon high letter jacket growled at his cousin stepping closer to the scared JJ.

Peter glanced at the young JJ and winked before leaving he threw over his shoulder, “Remember what I said idiot.”

“Leave us.” The teenage alpha growled at the two men in suits, “Tell alpha my mate has arrived. I don’t want to be bothered.”

Stiles instantly wanted to step closer to the young Beta who only had a back pack, “Listen I don’t need a mate nor do I want one but here you are. If I hadn’t gone to that f*cking basketball game and bumped into you none of this would have happened. Come on.”

JJ was pulled toward the stairs, again everything froze including the alpha and Stiles realized this was a memory. The young JJ smiled, “He was just so handsome.” JJ’s eyes watered, “So young but intimidating. He never treated me badly he was kind, kinder than any alpha I had met. He was afraid of Peter and Alpha Talia, I guess both had warned him. I didn’t know then but I guess it was because of Claudia.

His mother wasn’t very nice nor was his father, Alpha Edwina often dropped in with her cruel ideas on how omegas should be treated. On days like that my mate hid me away or sent me to another packhouse. Always away from the main house even when I became the Emissary. But When Alpha Phillip his oldest brother took over things were a little less strict. Omegas were still looked down on, Alpha Philip didn’t have any omega children. But he and his omega wife did have an alpha pup. Their middle brother had two alpha twins. All, beautiful, adorable pups. Philip’s wife died in a terrible car accident early on. But I think now, it wasn’t such an accident. Stephen’s own mate was a male omega that died in childbirth with the twins. I sometimes wonder why fate was so cruel to these three brothers. And I wonder if Edwina didn’t have some hand in any of this.”

JJ stood in what looked like a nursery.

“Alpha didn’t want to even look at my grade. Uncle why do I even try!” A dark haired child pouted cutely, his hands balled at his side and little foot stomping the carpet. JJ kneeled down in front of the child with grey eyes.

“You do these things for you, no one else. And I am proud of you. Math isn’t my favorite subject. I know you worked so very hard to get that A. “ The Beta cupped the boy’s pouting face nuzzling the child’s forehead.

The boy giggled scenting the beta back, instantly relaxing .“Oi! Brat! Stop putting your stink on our Emissary.” The beta laughed when the boy hugged him causing JJ to laugh harder as two other children all puppy piled on him.

“He’s our Emissary too!” They all giggled.

The Emissary was pulled out from under the pups by his mate who held the laughing beta to his chest like a child would a stuffed animal they didn't want to share. In his hands there was a bouquet of daisies and primrose. “Hold these for me, love of my life, whilst I defend your honor against these ruffians!” The alpha handed the bouquet to his love, and turned to the pups bravely.

“Keep your stink to yourselves!” The pups all growled playfully and the blond alpha was once more being playfully attacked by the children no older than ten or eleven.

The alpha was holding a young girl with red hair upside down and another boy with similar hair and freckles over his shoulder.

“Alright brats get going. I think I hear your minder calling you for lunch. “ He put the pups down shooing them away and kneeled down, “You my dear Emissary will trip and fall before you even make it to our next meeting. Let me get this shoe of yours.” The alpha started to tie the Emissary’s converse laces shaking his head he grinned happily nuzzling his mate when he stood up.

Stiles could see how the Beta loved the three pups, he felt the warmth of this memory, he could read it in the look between the pair.

“I love him.” JJ smiled nuzzling the now stilled figure. “If you see him please tell him I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough to see him again. I loved him with my whole heart and was so sorry I could never give him pups. He would have been a good father. Maybe now that I’m out of the way he can have a family.“ Stiles held his breath. This statement was so heavy with pain and longing.

JJ didn’t turn to look in Stiles’ direction, instead they were standing there in that nursery where the children rough housed and fought over some gameboard pieces. JJ smiled wistfully, “Children grow so fast. I don’t fault their parents, the alphas had a pack to lead, I know they love their pups in their own way. Where Edwina and Alpha Philips father saw only alpha pups to continue a strong line, I know our pack Alpha did see more than that. But they just didn’t know how to show it. It’s not easy. You understand.” JJ turned to Stiles as if searching for understanding, Stiles thought of the Hales he had grown to know and found himself nodding.

Alpha Talia loved her children, he could see it, smell it in their scent and feel it in their bond. JJ continued to watch the pups playing in that room, his bouquet held to his chest. “My mate he always brings me flowers. Primrose and Daisies. He thinks I don’t know what it means. He’s shy, you know. But daisies mean loyal love and Primrose mean I can’t live without you.”

Then the scene changed and the emissary was standing on a dance floor dressed in a white tuxedo, a veil pulled up over his head, a light shining on him and his dance partner. The alpha was dressed in a midnight colored tuxedo, he held his mates hand as the two danced. Daisies were thrown at their feet and Stiles could see that alpha looked at no one but his mate.

There was such a sadness growing in the omegas heart, he could feel the sharp pull of an unraveling bond. “Please help them, they need to talk to their alpha, keep them safe.” It was a whisper that Stiles could only hear in his own head as he stood among the faceless crowd watching the newly married couple dance.

“I loved this alpha I loved him.” The words vibrated through Stiles. He watched the alpha kneel mid dance and tie his mate’s shoe before pulling him into his arms.

Stiles awoke truly from his odd dream, tears wetting his cheeks, “Stiles!” Derek burst in, feeling distress and sadness with his omega. The young alpha had been downstairs preparing Stiles’ lunch.

Stiles had stumbled out of their bed, and Derek was too late to catch the confused omega. The whiskey eyed boy in his anxious state tripped over his sluggish own feet falling with a sickening thump hitting the side of his face against the wood frame at the foot of the bed.

Stiles took in deep pulls of Derek’s scent cradled in his alpha’s strong arms. The feel of a lost bond still there, a heavy ache in the omega’s chest. It squeezed him, making it hard to breath anything but scentless air.

The alpha was holding his omega’s now bruising forehead blood starting to streak from where his mate had hit his head at the end of the bed’s wood frame.

“Derek. They need help. You have to go-” The omega mumbled feeling sadness for the pups lost in the woods. The emissary was gone, the omega knew it somehow it wasn’t a dream. Lydia’s cry outside was heard through the windows, sharp and mournful. “There are pups lost in the woods, four of them, one is a baby. Someone has to help.”

Stiles had finally calmed down sitting on the pack couch in the family room, he held on to Derek just wanting the alpha to scent him. He couldn’t bring himself to give much detail of the dream, there were too many emotions attached to it, but he could tell his alpha with a certainty there were pups in the woods trying to reach the Whittemore property.

It was difficult but the alpha had managed to get Stiles’ cut on his forehead taken care of, a brand new bruise on the omega’s cheek bloomed bright against the boy’s pale skin. Derek swore under his breath holding an ice pack to the wound. Everyone was looking at him with questioning eyes, even the omega’s lip had been cut when he had fallen. Derek felt like every time he made any progress forward he was taking a step back.

The alpha even had to rebandage Stiles’ stab wound, he tried to keep his feelings of frustration and failure to himself.

“The Whitemore’s have some security watching the property, Lydia and Jackson are helping track a scent near the property line.” Issac handed a new ice pack to Derek for Stiles’ bruised face. “That must have been one hell of a dream. Nothing you can do about it Derek. Stiles said he has bad nightmares he always has. It's the fun part of PTSD and anxiety. This is no one's fault. I think just scenting him is helping him calm down.”

Derek gave a heavy sigh sending a grateful nod to his friend. Issac was right but the alpha’s instincts wouldn’t listen. They screamed that he should keep his omega safe at all times. Stiles only told Derek he had a dream that someone was reaching out to him to help take care of some pups that escaped a fire. He couldn’t remember more than that, just that and Emissary was reaching out for help.

It was then the door burst open and three teenagers were led in by Jackson, Lydia and three Alphas that Stiles recognized as deputies of his father’s. The deputies went to speak to the Whittemores but Mrs. Whittemore shook her head, one of the alpha teens a dark haired teen that stood as tall as Derek, maybe an inch taller, wore a plain black t-shirt, he held something in a letter Jacket.

The group smelled of smoke, blood and something else, there was a kinscent. Stiles frowned, these weren’t children, although he could easily see the faces of the pups from his dream in these three. The smell of blood turned Stiles’ stomach but he tried to focus, he had to be strong, something was going on.

“Gross. Who let in the trash.” Cora grumbled receiving a reprimanding glance from Aunt Carolyn.

“Sorry.” Cora huffed, crossing her arms.

“It would ask the same.” A red head with a high ponytail snapped.

“It’s not the time.” the alpha teen with dark hair growled, grey eyes shot over to Derek trying to see the figure hidden behind him.

“Oh, no. What happened?” Laura was coming in from the kitchen she had been speaking to one of the deputies and Mrs. Whittemore.

“Cousin Laura.” The dark haired boy greeted, “I see the beloved Hale siblings all made it out alive. Where is your dear Alpha? I would like to-”

“Your guess is good as ours. Gran went completely nuts it seems. Uncle Peter went to find out more information but he hasn’t come back. You think we are the favorite?” Derek growled his hands on his hips meeting his cousin’s cool glare.

“Derek, don't they could be spies.” Cora interjected, “You know how Alpha Philip is. Alpha doesn't trust him.”

“Spies?” The red headed girl huffed. “Last I heard you were sent to f*cking reform school, how are you even f*cking here?”

“Reputation? Last we heard Alpha Talia sliced her own omega son up out of discipline. Our Alpha saw it all.” The redheaded boy with freckles held the same expression as his twin glaring suspiciously at Cora.

“Bree. Brady.” The dark haired boy growled a warning halting the red heads' next words. It didn’t escape Stiles’ notice that the dark haired teen held the sleeping pup closer to him out of protection. Stiles wondered how old the teen was, all three wore Tallon High letter jackets, it was interesting to know Derek never mentioned he had cousins in the rival territory. It made sense though, the omega wondered just how far the Hale pack and extended packs reached.

Stiles curiously watched half hidden from behind his alpha’s tall figure, Erica and Boyd stayed near Aunt Carolyn, Jackson and Lydia still hadn’t returned. Travis and Brandon were in their room, and Stiles was grateful for that there was way too many dueling scents in the suddenly small room. Besides Brandon didn’t need to be reminded of how gruesome his wound was.

Carolyn moved forward, producing a pink baby blanket that had been laying on the nesting couch. “Children, you must have come a long way. Perhaps you are hungry and would like to change and wash up. We can get your clothes washed-”

The red haired boy growled and the dark haired teen took a step back, his awkward motions causing the infant to stir.

Derek, Cora, and Laura replied to their cousins’ reactions with open warning growls blocking aunt Carolyn from moving any closer.

“We don’t need a filthy werecoyote’s help.” The redheaded alpha boy Bradly snapped.

“Watch your filthy mouth idiot.” Laura who suddenly looked every bit like Talia Hale crossed her arms over her chest, reminding Stiles of his dream. Then the words of the Emissary echoed in his head, pulling at his chest.

“Don’t-don’t fight.” The small whiskey eyed omega cut in stepping around the tense alphas of his pack.

“You made it this far. We all have the same common enemy. I take it you are cut off from your alphas. That must be distressing. We know it’s the same for all of us. Aunt Carolyn only means to help, and I would be nice cause she makes a mean casserole. In fact there’s one in the oven as we speak, if your senses weren’t so dulled by smoke you would be able to smell it. We can ask Mrs. Whittemore if there are rooms for you to shower and change into some comfortable clothes. I mean I bet we can russel up some BH Highschool sweats and t-shirts cause we have spirit. Go wolves.“ Erica and Boyd giggled but everyone else stayed tense.

“Anyway.” Stiles took a deep breath, “Is that your brother or sister?” He gestured to the baby yet to be revealed.

“Cousin. Maybe I think a third cousin twice removed. His mother was staying with us. I don’t even know if she made it out. There were these cops that showed up, and hunters my dad wasn’t happy then gun fire. An explosion or something, I was up in my room when the security alarm sounded. They weren’t even taking prisoners, or maybe they were but they were shooting at the unarmed staff-JJ. Our Emissary he led us out. He-”

“He didn’t make it.” Bree whispered sadly.

“I don’t even remember this pup’s name.” Josh made a face and Stiles’ heart broke. He was reminded that these three were just as lost as Derek’s family without Talia. This all wasn’t fair, what was it that Derek’s grandmother hoped to gain by all this. This was her own family!

“Ok. So we are all in the same boat. Yah?” Stiles approached slowly, “Aunt Carolyn is pretty good with babies. In fact she has one. A cute little buddle of dimpled joy. She’s family. Let her look at your little cousin there. She wont hurt him or her.”

“Him.” Josh’s eyes focused on the small omega who reached out taking the small boy. “We can get your jacket back all cleaned.

Carol smiled kindly on the group taking the baby gently, “Oh, poor thing. I bet he’s starved. Just like the rest of you.”

“I’m Stiles. You of course know this big lug Derek, and his beautiful sisters Cora and Laura. Brandon is resting upstairs and I’ll remind you to not mention his wound, its healing and it was an accident. Aunt Carolyn here is married to your Uncle or Cousin Peter, I don’t know how the whole family tree goes. I mean your alpha is a second cousin to Uncle Peter does that make you all third cousins to Derek-uh anyway we’ll say cousins. But anyway Uncle Peter isn’t very kind when it comes to disrespecting his mate. So watch your mouth.” Stiles smiled stiffly, then continued on.

“There is Erica and Boyd. Erica is quick on her feet and Boyd I mean look at him the guy’s just as tough as he looks. The cool silent type. There’s Issac-” Stiles frowned Issac had been on the couch with him but he’d left the room when no one was looking. Weird. “Anyway, we are currently on the Whittemore estate they’ve been so kind to allow us a place to stay. So no fighting in their home. Let’s mind the carpets and good china. Issac’s brother is Jackson Whittemore and his mate was the banshee Lydia. I think we all heard her scream.“ Stiles cringed rubbing a hand over the plaster on his forehead. He remembered the emissary, “I’m sorry for your loss.”

Joshua nodded, “If you’re done blabbering we’ll take you up on the showers and food. And clean clothes would be fine. We don’t intend to stick around.”

“Good.” Laura growled, Stiles felt Derek gently but firmly pull him back into his arms.

~0~

Josh stood near the window of one of the guest rooms he was given, his cousins were offered their own rooms but they refused. The three were more comfortable all staying in the same room even if the twins had to sleep on the floor or squished together on the king sized four post bed. Bree was pacing near the door and Brad was leaning next to the closed door.

“Now what? They said they found JJ’s body and those policemen said they’d take him to the hospital and hold him until his mate can claim him.” Bradly looked down at his own shoes biting the inside of his cheek.

“It makes me sick thinking of JJ’s body lying on some cold slab. How do we know those f*cking officers aren’t part of this whole thing!” Bree snapped her nails extending, she was dangerously near a beta phase.

Josh hated that he was wearing maroon BHH joggers and a BHH lacrosse gray t-shirt. The same for his cousins. “Shut it. Both of you. JJ already told us what we need to do. “

“It didn’t make sense, Joshie. I think he was out of it towards the end-” Bree had her hands on her hips trying to ease her breathing her head tilted back staring at the sealing. She didn’t want to think of their surrogate mother dead, the one uncle that always showed them affection and care. He had helped them escape; they had made it this far and he couldn’t go on. He just stopped, he laid down unable to continue telling them to go without him. He ordered them. Hot tears threatened to burst forward, she blinked back the pain swallowing it down.

“He knew what he was doing. He said the one that’s half bonded could connect us with Alpha. I know it wasn't a delusion. You saw it, you felt how he was talking to someone. That’s how we made it here. “

“Okay. Even if he was right, and there was some spark that’s half bonded here. Do you really think you can force someone to sleep with you? I didn’t feel anything different about any of these assholes they all smell the same. “ Bree was angry. “I mean think about it cuz, all that aside. Lookin at the choices downstairs who do you think it is? No matter who it is, they're not going to be as strong as us. We are alphas. Can you force someone to submit, and then rape them. Because that’s what it comes down to. It won't be consensual no matter how you view it. Alpha won't be too happy. You see what your alpha did to our cousin Francis and he was beating his wife. Think what happens if he finds out you forced someones mate to sleep with you.”

“I don’t have a choice Bree! JJ said we have to sleep with the one that is half bonded! Thats how we can use the bond to talk to alpha! There's no other way, unless you want to walk up to crazy ass Grandma Edwina’s cottage and ask every so nicely to speak to Alpha Philip. JJ said we will be able to follow the bond and talk to Alpha. I’m going to do it. I don’t care what it costs me. I don’t care about any of those traitors down there. Its our family I’m worried about. Your dad, my dad-”

“Fine. I get it. I get it.” Bradley held his hands up in understanding. “But you aren’t going to really force someone are you? Josh. Josh?” The red haired alpha eyed his cousin sadly.

There was a pause and to his relief the older dark haired teen whom he looked up to answered. Josh ran a hand over his face. “No. Of course not. I was hoping to just, you know. “

“You know? What?” Bree started to grin, her cousin was usually so stoic but here he was looking uncomfortable.

“Just. You know. I didn’t have a problem with omegas or betas at school.”

Bree started laughing and her brother tried to cover his own snort.

“Oh, I know. The handsome Joshua Hale Captain of the Talon High football team, basketball team and soccer team right here. Quite the charmer. Mr. Big shot Lacrosse. Too bad your vice captain was such a creep.” Everyone laughed even the stoic Josh. He felt less tense with his cousins with him, they had to stick together he could charm whomever.

After all JJ said the one they needed was only half bonded. That meant he wasn’t exactly attached. How hard could it be?

“Just remember idiots. We can’t trust anyone, not even our close relatives. Not the cops, not our supposed hunter allies. No one.” Josh sighed, reining in the laughter of his twin cousins.

“What about the baby?” Bree sighed plopping down on the bed.

“We don’t even know his name. Francis didn’t want an omega. We can leave the brat here. I don’t even know why I grabbed him. There was so much smoke and I didn’t see Cousin Francis’ mate. I couldn’t just leave him so I just, I just grabbed it. We can leave the kid here. Let’s just focus for now.”

There was a knock on the door, every one stiffened but Josh called out “Come in.”

Stiles and Carolyn entered slowly, the werecoyote had bathed and fed the nameless baby. “I only had pink clothes from Malia but I don’t think he cares. There is a doctor here wanting to check over the three of you. He cleared the baby, he’s a little underweight but he’s fine. “ Carolyn left out the heartbreaking part where the pup didn’t seem to have a parental bond. He showed signs that his father and mother had yet to bond with the infant. This led to health issues but for now for the most part he was healthy.

The werecoyote approached the oldest of the three alpha teens handing the baby back. “He seems most comfortable with you.” Stiles pointed out, it was true the fussing pup calmed nuzzling into the alpha’s arms. Josh had automatically taken the small pup back cradling him in the crook of his bandaged arm.

“Here, if I may. I’ve only just learned this part because of our resident baby aka Princess Malia. You have to secure his head. There. Voila!” Stiles helped adjust the baby into Josh’s arms. Josh frowned at the mole dotted face that smiled up at him. He wondered briefly why this one was so bruised. He walked as if he had hurt his ribs too. The light scent of blood followed him, well somewhere under Derek’s smothering scent. The alpha almost felt sorry for the younger boy.

“Here’s some diapers and more blankets, there is some milk in these bottles. I'll just put them in the refrigerator next to the bed and Aunt Carolyn has provided an electric bottle warmer so you can just heat up the bottles for the baby when he needs feeding again.” Stiles offered a diaper bag reaching out at the same time petting the tuff of blond hair spiked up and still damp from the now sleeping baby’s bath. Aunt Carolyn moved slowly to add the bottles to the small dorm fridge near the bed.

“Thank you.” Joshua grumbled.

“Cora is bringing the bassinet so like you said all of you can sleep in the same room. Nesting is important.” Stiles offered a nervous smile when the older teen didn’t reply; he only glared. The omega wondered if that was just a Hale thing, it seemed their go to response.

“Dinner is done, you are welcome to eat up here in the room or downstairs with the rest of the pack, of course after the doctor looks you three over.” Aunt Carolyn understood the destain the Hales had for her just for being a werecoyote. Edwina had made it clear that Carolyn wasn’t invited to family meetings and dinners. Still Carolyn’s heart went out to these four, they were raised to hate her kind. They were still lost children, alone and scared. She made sure to make her movements slow, and let Stiles do the talking. Looking the three of them over, they had taken a first aid kit after showering, patching each other up. She hoped there wasn’t anything worse than a few scrapes and bruises. Their warning scents did make her feel dizzy but she wouldn’t let them see that.

No one spoke and Stiles rolled his eyes, “Good talk.” The two left, but Josh could hear his cousin Derek just outside of the door.

“Derek stop, I am already wearing your clothes, I can’t even smell myself, I don’t think you need to scent me more. Stop. I know you’re sorry about my face. You’ve already said it enough. You don’t have to apologize. It was my fault not yours. I know you didn’t mean-”

“Stiles.” Derek huffed his voice muffled.

“Fine. Fine. I accept your apology. There. Feel better? Oh my godds, do you need to carry me. I can walk.”

~)~

Derek had heard an earful from Stiles as did Cora about manners. Laura and Aunt Carolyn stood behind the short boy. “They’ve been through a lot. They’re cut off from their pack just like you guys. It sounds like they’ve gone through a lot. Let’s try not to start a fight and let’s be more welcoming.” Stiles glanced around the room at everyone, Erica rolled her eyes, Boyd nodded stoically, Jackson huffed, Lydia nudged her mate. Travis just stood closer to Brandon an arm around him. It wasn’t exactly a secret that the extended pack thought all omegas beneath them.

Issac was sitting on the pack couch looking pale and distant, Stiles waited for Laura to add her two cents and Aunt Carolyn held a cooing baby Malia in her arms reminding everyone that the three upstairs were family and family was pack.

Stiles plopped down next to Issac sensing something was wrong, he reached over pulling the blond to his shoulder. “What’s up, sunshine.”

Issac gave a half laugh, “I’m just tired.”

Stiles didn’t hear an uptick in the boy’s statement but he did feel a burst of anxiety fill the beta as the three alpha’s passed the family room heading to collect their plates in the kitchen.

“Issac?” Stiles held tight to his friend pressing the beta’s nose into his neck.

“I’m okay. I’m okay.” his shuddered breath broke Stiles’ heart, Issac was fighting off a panic attack did he know those three?

“Issy?” Stiles held tighter, offering an anchoring hug, letting his scent wash over his packmate.

“It’s dumb.” Issac finally managed his voice no longer held a tremble but was muffled in Stiles’ shoulder.

“Nothing is dumb if it’s causing you to be upset.” Stiles squeezed his friend.

“The letter Jackets. It reminded me of that party and that room when I couldn’t move.”

Stiles froze understanding completely, Issac wouldn’t be over that incident and who would. That sh*t would take some time. Stiles understood a little about PTSD; he struggled with it daily. Anxiety was a beast.

“You are safe here.” Stiles swore, “We are a pack. And it’s not dumb to feel the way you do. I still have issues with the smell of anger from Derek. Even if it’s not directed at me. You went through something terrifying and Issac you aren’t expected to be over it. Holy sh*t you were almost stabbed after being drugged and assul-” Issac tensed and Stiles let the words fall away, going another route.

“Would it be easier if you were upstairs, we can eat in my room. No questions asked.”

“Are you sure?”

“Come on. I’ll text Derek. Besides, I really don’t want to lose my appetite over the tense atmosphere. Sheesh, I’m not sure those guys are even really cousins.”

Issac giggled. “I don’t know they have the same dark eyebrows.”

“Right. Godds help me when we have pups, they will be all eyebrows and scowls.” Stiles didn't even realize what he had said, Issac kept that to himself. He hoped that Derek and Stiles had a long happy life together.

Issac pulled away helping Stiles stand, “We can only pray they’ll look more like you than.” Again Stiles giggled.

“Have you heard from Alisson or Scotty. I haven’t received a text back from either of them. He usually shows up at dinner. But he hasn’t stopped in all day.”

~0~

Issac woke up alone in his room, he took a deep breath his eyes adjusting to the dark. The blond beta fumbled for the lamp near his bed. The echo of his nightmare fading with every blink, his stomach turned and he hurried to the bathroom.

Issac barely made it to the bathroom in the hall, he hadn’t even snapped on the light. His body shivered, and he felt the memory of hands sliding over him. The sound of his belt as it was ripped from his waist. More bile made its way up until his stomach had nothing left to empty.

Someone placed a cold cloth on his feverish forehead, their scent familiar and welcoming. He leaned into the warm body slightly shorter than his. Someone was talking softly, their scent anchoring. “It was just a dream. You’re okay, I’ve got you.” Issac didn’t remember being placed in a warm shower or someone dressing him in clean close. His sweaty ones having been whisked away out of the room where the scent of sick wouldn’t trigger him.

He was placed in a nest and he drifted off into a deep uninterrupted sleep.

“Hey! Dad!” Issac was standing near the edge of calm lake, the water just barely touching the tips of his black converse.

“Dad!” Someone was calling and Issac turned to see if some kid was lost. There was a blond boy with the brightest gray blue eyes looking up at him holding out a blue plastic bucket.

“Look! Look what I caught!” The boy wore a grey beanie, because it wasn’t quiet summer yet but the sun was warm enough to wear a hoodie. The boy wore bright blue rainboots and an oversized gray hoodie. Issac could see someone had rolled the sleeves back but they still drowned the boy’s thin arms. Was he nine or ten?

Issac could feel the boy’s enthusiasm and looked to see a small mud covered frog ribbiting at him.

“He was stuck so I freed him dad, but where should I let him go?” Issac didn’t get a chance to answer someone’s warm arms were around him and a voice he didn’t recognize spoke.

“You should let him go just over there where there’s a small pool and big rocks for him to hide. He’ll do the rest.”

The boy grinned happily hurrying off in a direction that the stranger hand pointed. “What’s the matter love? Are you cold?” Issac didn’t feel embarrassment or fear. Instead he oddly felt as if he were home. He was safe. “It’s cute how excited he gets when we come to the lake. When things calm down at the pack house I’ll bring you both more.”

What a nice dream, odd but nice. Never in a million years did the beta ever believe he would have a family. He was a beta, he couldn’t offer an alpha or an omega much.

Issac came awake slowly blinking against the sunlight streaming past the fluttering curtains. Someone shifted infront of him, he had his nose buried in the crook of a skinny arm. Someone else had thrown their leg and arm over him as if he and the other person were a body pillow.

He realized as he blinked sleep away that he was curled into Stiles and Derek was the one using them both like a body pillow. The beta hardly remembered entering Stiles’ nest. His face burned bright red, he sometimes napped with Stiles but this was embarrassing. Did he have that bad of a dream?

“Don’t make it weird.” Derek moved away, yawning he stretched , setting his bare feet on the soft carpet. “This is called platonic nesting. It’s what packmates do and siblings. Although I think the last time I spent time in a nest with Laura it was because of a thunderstorm and Cora slept like a f*cking kick boxer. I woke up with an knee to the ribs.”

“Sorry.” Issac sat up careful to not move Stiles.

“It’s not your fault Cora is a psychopath.” Derek started to take Stiles’ medications out searching the small fridge for bottled water.

Isaac laughed rubbing his eyes.

“Hey. Stiles said something about you feeling uneasy. It’s okay to crash in here whenever you need. Besides scenting, platonic included is good for Stiles. It helps strengthen the bond. Besides it helps him sleep better the more he rests the faster he’ll heal. Same for you, if it helps you then we’re here for you. Don’t be embarrassed. If thats anything I learned from this whole bonding situation as f*cked up as things have been, I’ve learned that pack is important. You are pack.”

“Thanks.” Issac felt the tension leave him, he smiled down at Stiles’ sleeping face, he looked younger and his bruises although having darkened didn’t look so painful.

“Come on, help me wake this one up. He sleeps like a f*cking log and isn’t a morning person.” Derek nudged his blond friend. The alpha had felt helpless seeing Issac in such a panic, and then he had acted on instinct when Stiles brought the blond into their room. He wasn’t lying when he said Issac was family. He owed his friends so much for keeping him sane this whole time. He loved Stiles and wasn’t exactly sure what love looked like, real love that is. His friends had been encouraging him the whole time they were stuck there. And everyone had started to be so careful with his omega. The least he could do was reciprocate that.

“Hey if you need to talk, I’m here. You know. We all are.You’re a brother to me. I’ll do my best to help. “ Derek reached out and ruffled Issac’s hair.

“Thanks. I’ll keep it in mind.” Issac still felt dumb about the whole situation.

Issac left the room in search of breakfast, the muffled grumbles of Stiles behind him. He shook his head, shutting the door quietly.

“It’s too early. And I don’t need medicine-so mean.” Stiles whined.

Issac made it down to the kitchen, it was just after seven am, the house was quiet except for Aunt Carolyn who usually started breakfast while feeding a grumpy baby Malia. Malia wasn’t a morning person either apparently. However Issac must be up before the two, the kitchen was quiet.

He opted for some juice except he bumped into a very broad chest, a bottle of water crashing to his feet. Strong arms came out to catch the beta when a burning sensation ripped across his right arm extending to his collarbone. The pain was instant, but then faded he winced checking his arm thinking he was burned. However instead of a burn there was a bright mark, a branded constellation of stars swirling up to his right shoulder. His eyes widened hearing a deep growl from the forgotten alpha in front of him.

Issac paled his blue eyes followed by the same constellation of colorful stars branding the alpha’s large bicep disappearing inside the short sleeve of his shirt peeking out just above the dark haired teen’s collar.