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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Allison_Argent/Scott_McCall, Isaac_Lahey/
      Danny_Mahealani, Lydia_Martin/Jackson_Whittemore, Vernon_Boyd/Erica
      Reyes, Derek_Hale/Original_Male_Character(s), Kate_Argent/Derek_Hale,
      Gerard_Argent/Derek_Hale, Melissa_McCall/Sheriff_Stilinski, Kate_Argent/
      Original_Male_Character(s)
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Isaac_Lahey, Scott_McCall, Allison_Argent,
      Erica_Reyes, Vernon_Boyd, Danny_Mahealani, Lydia_Martin, Jackson
      Whittemore, Kate_Argent, Gerard_Argent, Sheriff_Stilinski, Melissa
      McCall, Alan_Deaton, Original_Characters, Laura_Hale, Cora_Hale
  Additional Tags:
      Omega!Derek, Alpha!Stiles, Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Sort_of_Freeform,
      Sexual_Abuse, Physical_Abuse, Verbal_Abuse, Flashbacks, Panic_Attacks,
      Protective_Pack, Everyone's_a_werewolf, alpha!Kate, Beta_everyone_else,
      Omega!Allison, Omega!Melissa, Retired_Alpha!Sheriff, Retired
      Alpha!Gerard, Sheriff_is_known_as_John, 18_year_old_Derek, Everyone_else
      is_like_20ish, freeform_Omega, Everyone_fully_shifts, Alpha!Laura,
      Beta!Cora, Gore, Death, Torture, badass_females
  Series:
      Part 1 of The_One
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-11-04 Completed: 2015-08-20 Chapters: 22/22 Words: 33734
****** One Found Omega ******
by AlphaElixir
Summary
     Derek Hale never had a family. The first memory he has is of his
     pack, surrounding him with sneers and unclothed. That was years ago.
     Now he's a full grown 18 year old Omega who's been left by the only
     family he's known. Then comes a "Stiles" whatever that is. Derek's
     finding out that everything he's ever known is apparently wrong.
Notes
     My new story! Guys this is probably gonna be a long ride and it's
     going to have it's downs but if you've read Losing You Hurt, ROTG,
     then you know how well I do that. Enjoy! Also, I feel like it should
     be said that I hate naming the Sheriff John because "John Winchester"
     but it's all I got so it's staying.
     Just saying, the tenses in this chapter are all screwed up. I'll go
     back and fix it later, I just wanted to get this chapter out.
***** The Little Omega and the Big Friendly Alpha *****
He was alone. The others, wolves who raised him and fed him, left him. Derek, a
newly raised 18 year old Omega, had been beaten within inches of his life, some
healing suppressor collar fitted around his neck and left to bleed out early
that morning. He’d been out for some time, only now awakening to the cool
evening air.
He tried to move, first his arms then his legs, but all disobeyed his orders.
He can only lie there and whimper like the little Omega that he is and that
only reinforces every word he’s ever heard from his Alpha’s—Ex-Alpha’s mouth.
Well, except for the dirty talk when she used him.
It's minutes later that the pain registers. He’s been cut up by claws and
inhuman teeth; beaten with strength only wolves could possess. He’s been
burned, kicked, punched, hurt, forgotten. But his body does not forget the pain
it’s in. Doesn't seem to be able to move past the blinding hurt from being
unable to heal. It’s a brief moment that he wonders if all his life this is how
he was meant to die.
It’s right after this thought that he hears the crunch of leaves. Hope spurs in
his chest. Had they come back for him? Did Kate forgive him? He didn't know
what he’d down wrong but he swore he’d try harder to do everything exactly how
Kate and Zayne liked it. Everything.
“Who are you?” The voice is unfamiliar. It’s deep but still higher than any of
his pack mate’s. Suddenly Derek is scared. If it’s any other wolf what will
they do? Kate said every pack only needed one Omega and every other one within
thousands of miles nearby had one. If he left, he’d be as good as dead.
Derek can’t breathe, can’t bring himself to open his eyes. He knows, even
without his ability to smell that this isn't pack and he’s dead. The moment
this wolf gets a decent whiff of Derek’s base scent under all the rust of
blood, the wolf will kill him.
“Hey, hey, calm down. Look at me,” The wolf says to him. Derek can hear the
Alpha tones and knows he has to obey. He swallows before cracking his eyelids
apart. He sees a scrawny adult, brown hair styled up and glowing red eyes. The
man’s wearing a grey sweatshirt and jeans and Derek would never guess this is
an Alpha. Not with his only comparison being Zayne.
“Good, now talk to me. Who are you?” He repeats. Derek takes a few more deep
breaths before answering. His throat is dry and he can barely scratch out the
basics.
“Derek Hale, Omega, 18.”
“Derek, where’s your pack?”
He doesn't really have an answer for that so he tries to shake his head but
that hurts far too much so instead he just looks up at the wolf with eyes that
say, ‘alone’ and leaves it at that.
The wolf seems to understand as he replied, “I’m going to pick you up and take
you to my den, okay?”
Derek really doesn't understand why an Alpha is asking him. He can’t go against
whatever he says so he stays still and waits for the pain when the Alpha picks
him up. He isn't disappointed. A series of low whines escape his throat and he
curses himself out for being so weak. Years of training should have made him
stronger but it hadn't. Maybe that’s why Kate left him.
The hike is a long one and Derek can’t stop whining. Every inch of his body
hurts so bad he almost wishes this alpha would kill him just to make the pain
stop. Eventually he passes out.
                           _I LIKE USING LINE BREAKS_
Stiles is lost. An omega is in his territory, almost dead clearly from being
beaten, with the scents of so many other wolves on him, in him, that there’s no
way he didn't have a pack. And worse, he had on one of the new technology
hunter collars on. The ones that prevent healing or shifting. Yet there wasn't
a single hunter’s scent mixed with the others.
Something was going on and this omega was clearly in the middle of it. No
matter how curious Stiles was to find out what was going on, he had priorities
and right now they were screaming that he had to get the wolf to Deaton. He’d
be able to figure the collar situation out and get the damn thing off. Then
the—Derek could heal. And then he’d get his answers.
“Stiles? What—“ Scott instantly took a few steps back as Stiles came up the
porch steps. He looked disgusted and sad but overall angered. “Who is that and
what happened to him?”
“Derek Hale. Call Deaton,” Stiles replied. He didn't wait for Scott to move
from the doorway, merely pushed him aside with the man’s dangling feet. Once
inside the rest of his pack made the same motions as Scott, only they fled the
furniture giving Stiles free choice of where to set the omega down. He chose
the old couch.
After making sure the omega was comfortable, as comfortable as he could really
be at the moment, Stiles stepped back and took a long look at him. The only
remnants of his shirts was the particles stuck to his skin by dried blood, his
pants were somewhat intact but for the gouges. His skin was cut up so bad
Stiles could see the white tips of bone in several places. The omega’s face was
handsome, a little young, his black hair was spiked every direction with what
he assumed—hoped—was blood. The poor thing.
“Stiles, why did you just lay a dead omega on the couch?” Jackson asked. He
folded his arms across his chest and huffed, clearly not impressed.
“We all know he isn't dead jackass,” Stiles replied. Jackson scoffed but looked
away when ruby eyes were flashed his way. “I found him a little ways outside
the territory. He was alone.”
“Deaton’s on his way,” Scott said to the room at large. He then took the time
to assess the omega as well. “Stiles, who—“
“I don’t know.”
“Who would do something like this? We can all smell it.” Erica covers her nose
as she steps back, blonde locks falling in front of her face as she shields her
eyes from the scene before her. She had seen enough with just a glance.
“How old is he?” Lydia looks on in her most poised manner, refusing to shy away
from the new reality that’s been thrust into her life. She’s faced shit storm
after hell storm with a brave face and she would this one too. Even if it
wasn't her storm.
“He said 18, no pack,” Stiles says back. He doesn't want to look like a beta
next to Lydia so he steals his spine and looks on with a pained expression,
impatiently waiting for Deaton to burst through his front door.
                           _I LIKE USING LINE BREAKS_
Deaton’s come and gone, ripped the collar from the omega’s neck and stitched up
his wounds as best he could. Now it was all up to the little omega to recover,
to heal. Which, easier said then done. It was nearly a week later that he
finally cracked open his eyes to see a wide eyed beta with curly hair.
“He’s up!” He yelled. Derek wanted to cover his ears, the noise was too loud,
thrummed in his head on repeat, but again his limbs did not comply.
It was a sudden rush after that. Wolves, 8 of them, rushed the room, all
followed by their alpha whom they parted like the sea for. He was the same one
who’d picked Derek up before.
“I never did introduce myself to you before. My name is Stiles Stilinski, I’m
the alpha here in Beacon Hills. These are my Betas, Scott, Isaac, Jackson,
Allison, Lydia, Boyd, Erica, and Danny. How are you feeling?” Stiles stood up
straight, trying to make a very alpha impression but he felt like he was only
scaring the poor thing more.
“Fine.”
“Good, do you think you could eat something?”
Derek had heard a question similar to that millions of times before. ‘Can ya
eat this?’ followed by ‘Yeah, all of it ya little bitch.’ He knew the routine
by now.
“Yes sir,” he replied. Stiles cocked his head to the side in confusion to the
formality before shrugging it off and grabbing the plate from Scott.
“Here.” Stiles handed the plate to Derek who could barely prop himself up on
the pillows to eat it. The shocked expression told him everything Stiles needed
to know. Derek never thought he’d actually get food. That or he thought he’d be
getting something else—and that was not a train of thought Stiles wanted to
pursue at the moment.
“It’s just some eggs and ham. Should be easy on your stomach. No grease or
butter. Eat up.”
Derek eyed the food and then each wolf individually, as if waiting for one of
them to snatch the plate away just before he could get a bite. Stiles was not
blind to the action.
“Everyone, move back a step or two, give Der here some room,” Stiles ordered.
Everyone did and after giving them a few more seconds Derek stuck the fork into
a few bits of egg and waited a beat before shoving it into his mouth again and
again, barely taking the time to chew let alone swallow. Stiles had a brief
moment of wondering if he would get sick before writing it off. The poor thing
probably hadn't had a decent meal in forever. He wouldn't be the one to get
between a hungry wolf and its food.
Seconds later the plate was empty and the fork discarded. “Thank you, Alpha,”
Derek said. He moved to rise from the couch before Erica pushed him back down.
“Don’t even think about. You’re sitting there. Here, Isaac.” She took the plate
gently from Derek and thrust it at Isaac who grumbled his way to the kitchen to
wash it.
“Betas shouldn't do that,” Derek said. He looked confused.
“Do what? Wash dishes? Stiles makes all of us,” Scott said with a light laugh
only to realize Derek had been serious.
Derek shook his head at the beta. “But they shouldn't. That’s the work for an
omega.”
It was at that moment it all clicked for Stiles. Derek was an omega and his
previous pack and taught him to be a slave. Forced him to do whatever they
said. Made him believe in all their petty lies and Derek was probably young
when he was with them. He was probably raised by them, which spoke volumes to
Derek’s mental state now.
“We’ll discuss more tomorrow. It’s late, why don’t we all sleep a little
longer?” Stiles said. It was formed as a question but said as a statement. One
by one each beta and their mate climbed the stairs together, heading left or
right at the top. Derek watched them all go before looking back over at Stiles
who still stood in front of him.
“Derek, that couch can’t be comfortable right? We have a guest room, would you
like to sleep there?”
Truthfully, Derek had no idea how to answer this question. Was it a simple yes
or no? Was he supposed to take the offer and sleep in the guest room or say no,
he wanted to sleep with the alpha. Zayne liked to play this game a lot. Ask
questions with set answers to see if the stupid omega could guess it right.
Derek really didn't want to be wrong.
So he went with Zayne’s favorite. “Could I sleep with you?”
Stiles was floored to say the least. He expected Derek to take the room
offered. He should have known really, he’d already figured out what his pack
had done to him, could still smell the stench inside even though it was weeks
old. It was probably hard wired into Derek by now what he was expected to do
and say.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea right now. What your pack taught you, that’s
not the way my pack works. I think you should take the guest room for
tonight.” 
Derek simply nods. If Stiles declined his offer then surely it was safe to take
the guest room.
It takes a few extra minutes to help Derek up the stairs and to the guest room
located next to his room, but it happens eventually and when Derek sees the
room he’s at a complete loss for words.
“I can sleep here?” Derek asks. Stiles has a hard time covering his smile.
“Yeah, you can sleep here and in the morning we’ll figure this mess out okay?
Good night Derek Hale.”
Stiles closes the door to a whispered, “Good night Alpha Stilinski,” and he
doesn't even try to stop the smile from brightening his face. He’s already
seeing the future and it involves a cute little omega.
 
***** Breakfast Talk *****
Chapter Summary
     Short chapter of Breakfast talk and Deaton coming over.
Chapter Notes
     Sorry it's really short but it's better than nothing right? Warning,
     the next chapter will have a flash back to Derek's past, specifically
     a very sexually abusive scene.
Derek awoke to muffled noise and curiosity. He vaguely remembered someone
telling him ‘curiosity killed the cat’ but doesn’t remember who told him or
when. The warning had done little over the years to squash his curiosity,
nothing ever worked and eventually, he simply gave up trying. Pain was better
than not knowing.
He carefully peeled back the covers and slid from the warm bed; his bare feet
hit the plush carpeting and he dug his toes into it. This was nice. Waking up
from a full night’s sleep uninterrupted. If he managed to play his cards right
and stay with this pack, he’d love to have more mornings like this.
The noise downstairs stopped for a moment and that only fueled Derek’s
curiosity more. What could they possibly be doing down there? He slid the door
open as quietly as possible, even though he knew the pack could hear his
heartbeat, knew he was awake and moving about. He took the steps slow and
quietly, knew his previous alpha hated when he made noise and was set to use
all rules and cautions on Stiles as well. If Zayne or Kate hated it, Stiles
hated it to.
When he entered the living room and found it empty he went to the kitchen.
There was a large dining table set to the farthest left side and a large island
in the middle of the black and white tiled floor. The pack was all settled at
the table, quietly watching him, forks halfway to their mouths which stood open
with mashed food for Scott.
“Good morning, Derek,” Stiles says happily. He continues eating, almost looking
regal and calm at this spot at the end of the table. Scott sad next to Allison
who was next to Isaac and then Danny on the farthest side. Lydia, Jackson, Boyd
and Erica on the other. They resumed eating when Derek simply stared at them
longer.
“Dude, just take a seat,” Jackson points to the farthest end where an extra
seat had been added with a plate and everything. Derek just stares on for a
moment before answering.
“Omega’s don’t sit at the table,” he replied in a whisper. The table heard and
they again stopped what they were saying and doing to stare at Derek.
“From today on you sit at the table with the rest of the pack for all meals,”
Stiles points his fork first at Derek then at the extra chair with a stern
alpha look. When Derek makes no move to sit down Stiles flashes ruby eyes at
him. It takes Derek seconds to get to the chair and sit. Stiles almost feels
bad about pulling rank like that. Almost.
“We were just discussing the schedule for today. Deaton will be here in the
next hour for the next check up to see how you shift, Derek. Lydia and Jackson
have a date tonight for which they will be staying at a hotel.” Stiles pauses
to stare at them both sternly. “Allison and Scott have dinner with the Argents
and Isaac, Danny, Boyd and Erica are on territory duty tonight. The rest of the
day is free for anything else. Is there anything I missed?”
Derek wants to ask a question but isn’t sure how it works in this pack. Is he
allowed? Does he need to raise his hand first or suck the alpha off? Zayne
liked the later.
“May I ask a question?” Derek chose to say instead. When Stiles nods he
continues. “What are my duties?”
Stiles shows that sad expression again and Derek doesn’t know how he’s supposed
to interpret it. Zayne or Kate or Gerard certainly never made that face.
“We’ll discuss that during Deaton’s visit,” Stiles replied sadly. He sighs and
scrubs a hand through his hair, already dreading the upcoming talk. He’d have
to ask Derek about his previous pack; what they did to him and what they told
him. He’s so not looking forward to that conversation.
“Okay, Alpha.” Derek nodded his head. His plate was still sitting in front of
him, void of any food. Derek made no move to fill it.
“One; don’t call me alpha. Its Stiles, remember? Two; grab some food. I want
you to eat as much as you want.”
Derek nodded at his first command but looked on questioningly at the second.
Omegas were not allowed to eat at the table, let alone before the beta’s
finished. Besides, he never ate breakfast. Well, did semen count?
“That’s against the rules,” Derek said. He looks down at the steaming bacon and
piled high eggs circled by crispy toast and two pitchers of juice. Oh did he
want to eat all of it. So badly. But he would not risk screwing up here. He
couldn’t be beaten again and thrown away. He liked this pack, even if they
didn’t know how to be one.
“Not in this pack, Derek. Here, you eat when you’re hungry, grab a drink when
you’re thirsty. If you want something you get it. There is no need to ask for
it. Your old pack, they left you,” and yeah, Stiles winced at the hurt look
that crossed Derek’s face then. “But I welcome you here with open arms. And
this is the way my pack does things.”
Derek can only nod before a knock sounds at the door.
“It’s Deaton,” Scott said as the stood to answer it. The pack stood at once,
all filtering into the living room, Derek following behind Stiles. That was a
question all on its own. Why did the alpha walk behind his betas? That made no
sense. He was alpha. Derek shook his head. If he wants to stay here he had
better learn their ways quickly.
“Hey, Doc,” Erica said casually. She slung an arm over the doctor’s shoulders
though he quickly shrugged it off.
“Erica Reyes,” he replied. “Where is he? Ah, Derek. How are you feeling?”
Derek looked to Stiles for confirmation to talk and things got awkward as they
stared at each other. Stiles has no clue why he’s looking at him and therefore
has no idea what he’s supposed to do.
“Stiles, I do believe Derek is waiting for your permission to talk,” Deaton
said. He waves a hand towards Derek who still stares hazel eyes at him. They
blinked at each other before Stiles started flailing his arms around
erratically.
“Oh, no, Der. You can talk, um, just open your mouth, ya know. Go ahead. Talk.
Feel free. Like now. Just uh, talk. To Deaton. It’s totally a thing you’re
allowed to do. No waiting. Just yeah, shutting up now.” Stiles knew he was
rambling, much like he did in his younger days. Knew he was saying words that
didn’t need to be said. Old habits die hard.
“Um, okay. Yes, I’m feeling find Doctor Deaton.” Derek is talking to him but
can’t stop staring at Stiles who can’t stop flailing his arms looking around
giddily.
“Good good. Just ignore him, he has problems. Many of them,” Deaton says
seriously. Stiles scoffs at him.
“Rude,” Stiles replies.
“Anyway, Derek, why don’t you take a seat on the couch here and we’ll begin?”
“Yes, Doctor Deaton.”
 
***** One Little Flashback *****
Chapter Summary
     Derek is talking to Deaton when he has a flashback to his time with
     the Argent Pack.
Chapter Notes
     WARNING: Here lies some torture, rape, just horrific. Detailed. You
     have been warned. It's really just a short rape scene so, again,
     warned.
It seemed only fitting that not long after Deaton started his checkup Derek
freaked out. Deaton had been trying to put a needle into his forearm to draw a
blood sample but the moment Derek saw it he had whined high in his throat and
started shaking. Stiles thought, for all the good that did him, that should he
flash his alpha eyes at the omega, maybe he’d calm down. Shit storm that did to
help.
Derek had looked slapped in the face at the ruby eyes his way and started a
chant of “sorry alpha, I’m so sorry.”
Stiles didn't know how the hell to placate him after that. He tried placing a
hand on his shoulder but was rewarded by a strong flinch back and louder
sobbing. The pack, feeling just as distraught, could only stand back and watch.
“Derek, listen to me. It’s going to be okay, I’m not punishing you,” Stiles
said. Little help it did. Derek still shook, still murmured apologies, and
still looked like a kicked puppy who knew that the next kick was coming just
not when. And oh, did that hurt Stiles’s heart.
“I’m so sorry Alpha, I don’t know what I did but I’m sorry. Please, I can be a
good boy. Just not the needles anymore,” Derek said as he gasped to breath in
air. Stiles had no idea what exactly Derek had gone through but it must have
been bad if the poor boy couldn’t even look at a needle without this reaction.
“I’m not angry Derek. Derek? Look at me,” Stiles ordered. Derek had no choice
but to obey the alpha. “You will stop crying. We will not hurt you like that
damned pack of yours. Nod if you understand.”
Derek nodded his head, still sniffling through his now stuffy nose.
“Good, Deaton here, he has to take some blood to run a few tests. It won’t last
long and this isn’t a punishment.”
“Yes, Alpha,” Derek said. He took in long breaths, tried to calm himself
further so that the doctor could do his job but it was so hard. How often had
his previous pack done these sorts of things to him before he knew the whole
routine by heart? He still remembers the pain he felt as each nail struck
through his skin? Pierced the bones and stuck? And now Stiles would do the same
thing? What was so different this time than all the others?
Derek held his breath as Deaton got closer. He resolved to take this
punishment---no Stiles said it was not a punishment---like the man he was.
Granted he was young yet, but he wouldn’t show his alpha any less of a man then
he’d seen already. He’d sit still, take it, and then when he was alone most
likely shake and tremble until he was too exhausted to stay awake.
“Hey, Der, look at me.” Stiles took Derek’s face in both his hands and turned
his face towards him. He looked into hazel eyes, wait, somewhat hazel eyes?
Man, how did Stiles describe that color? Hazel and blue and green and every
color under the sun but black? Is there a name for a color like that? Rainbow
isn't it by a far reach but it was the closest he could get to that many
colors.
“Stiles, were you going to say something?” Scott asked from the other side of
the room. It was often that Stiles got distracted by any number of things and
Scott just as often, brought him back from the crevices of his own head where
Stiles would reside while in deep thought.
“What? Oh, oh yeah. So, Der, look at me. I’m not going to let anything, one,
hurt you. Believe me.” He let go of Derek’s face with a shit eating grin on his
face as he backed away. He motioned with his eyes somewhere to Derek’s right
and when he followed Stile’s gaze, found Deaton with a vial of blood and a
similar, if toned down, smile on his face.
“See, that wasn't so bad now was it Derek? Didn't feel a thing I bet.” Deaton
flicked the vial twice before he set it inside a baggie and then set that in
his black bag. Derek looked on confused and slightly astounded.
“It didn't hurt? Why not?” Derek asked. What was the point of a punishment if
it didn't hurt? That didn't make any sense.
“I told you that I wouldn't hurt you. It wasn't a punishment remember?” Stiles
stood back with the rest of his pack.
“Let’s move on shall we?” Deaton asked as he pulled a chair closer to Derek. “I
think of the whole ordeal, this part is going to be the hardest. Derek, I need
you to tell me what sort of things your pack did to you.”
Derek knew a question like this would come sooner or later. This new pack was
terrible at dealing with omega’s and they’d need some ideas at some point
right? He looked down at the floor, fearing telling them anything too gruesome
least they feel compelled to try it out.
“I…” Derek couldn’t bring himself to answer the question. What part of his life
wasn't gruesome and horrid? What punishment hurt him the least? The whip or the
chains (both laced with wolfsbane)?
“Doc, let’s try an easier question. What was the name of your Alpha?” Isaac
said from the corner. He had tucked against Danny during Derek’s outburst and
simply stayed there. Seriously, this wasn't going to be pretty and he’d need
Danny to get through this. His own father had been a beast to deal with but
Isaac couldn’t even begin to imagine the horror’s Derek went through with an
entire pack beating down on him.
“Kate and Zayne. There was also the retired alpha Gerard.” Derek still refused
to look up but he didn’t need to see Allison stiffen in surprise because they
all heard her gasp.
“Allison? You know them?” Stiles guessed. It was expected when Allison nodded.
“Kate Argent is my aunt. She left on her own after my mother and father passed
away when I was little. I haven’t seen or heard from her since. To be honest I
thought she’d died a few years ago.”
Stiles nodded in understanding but dang, harsh.
“What about this Zayne dude? Know him?”
“Never heard of him. No relation. Must be Kate’s mate,” Allison replied. Stiles
had hoped for a better answer but seeing as that was all he’d get, he turned
his attention back to Derek.
“What did they look like? Can you give us a description?”
“Kate’s tall. She has brown hair, brown eyes. Zayne has blond hair and green
eyes. He’s taller than her. They’re both skinny, but have a lot of muscle…”
Derek can’t seem to think of much else so Stiles asked another question.
“How big is their pack?”
“Um, eight or so Beta’s. I was the only omega.”
“Were they allowed to hurt you like Kate and Zayne?”
Derek sucked in a deep breath but it came out shaky and quick. “Yes.” Stiles
had a hard time trying to bite back the growl rising in his throat and the
fangs inching to drop from his gums.
“How did they hurt you?”
“They used things.” Derek can’t bring himself to do more than whisper. “They
burned me with a cattle prod, cut me with anything they had. Kate once beat me
with her heels. Zayne put a muzzle on me and tied my feet together before
letting the pack attack me---“ Derek got cut off by a long, deep growl. Stiles
couldn’t hold it back any longer.
This was pure torture they were putting Derek through. Letting at least eight
beta’s attack him when he couldn’t fight back?! No!
Deaton had a moment to sigh, “Stupid” before Derek shot from his spot on the
table to Stiles who snarled and growled alternatively with fangs dropped and
claws extended. He proceeded to lick at Stiles’ teeth, whined and tried to
cuddle into Stiles’ chest.
The pack didn’t know what to do from there. Should they try to intervene or let
things play out? Should they try to pull Derek from the room or Stiles? They
chose neither. Deaton, however, chose to say something.
“Stiles, Derek is upset. You’re causing that. Calm down.”
The growling continued for a few more seconds until Stiles’ subconscious was
able to comprehend what Deaton had said. He slowly closed his mouth, fangs
already put away. Derek continued to lick at his closed lips afterwards and
then to his chin and neck.
Stiles couldn’t for the life of him understand what was going on. He’d been
listening to Derek’s story about something and then said person was licking him
all over in front of his pack. Well, that really wasn’t a down side when you
looked at the man now was it.
“Stiles, perhaps you should escort yourself from the premises until we’ve
finished?” Deaton really didn’t pose that to be a question.
“But I’m the alpha, I want to know.”
Stile’s protest fell on deaf ears. Even his pack wasn’t going to stick up for
him on this one.
“Fine, jerks.” Stiles turned to leave when it struck him that there was still a
lot of personal space invasion and wet tongue action going on. “Uh, hey Der,
you can stop that now. Feeling all myself so uh, yeah, Derek, you can---Holy
shit, don’t stop,” Stiles said eagerly. Derek had licked the junction where
Stiles’ shoulder met his neck and yeah, that was wonderfully delicious.
“Stiles! Out now!” Deaton yelled. And okay, that was only mildly terrifying
considering Deaton almost never raised his voice.
Stiles couldn’t scurry from the room fast enough. Derek didn’t know whether to
follow or sit.
“Derek, I need you to recall a few more things for me before I go. Do you
remember any of your packmate’s names?”
Derek tried to recall their names, then their faces but the moment one flashed
across his mind he was lost in the memory.
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“Hey, Leroy, let me take his mouth,” the voice behind him said. There was one
last deep thrust, sending Derek forward on the dick in front of him before the
one behind him popped out with a lewd sound. Derek was pushed off the one in
his mouth and for the briefest of moments he rejoiced in the empty feeling.
This had been going on for hours now and he wasn’t sure how much more he could
take.
“Would the two of you hurry up, when is it our turn?”
“Shut it Cooper, top betas first.”
Derek almost howled when another cock was thrust into him from behind. It was
so sudden he didn’t have the time to mentally prepare for the pain of being
stretched open again. He thought he couldn’t get any wider.
It was seconds after that when Dante gripped his face and squeezed, making
Derek split his lips to take the cock in his mouth. It tasted horrid. There was
blood, surely Derek’s, and pre-cum as well as the urine he’d put inside
earlier. Derek wanted to gag but had no time as it went deeper and deeper into
his throat.
“You’re being such a good boy. Now, take it deeper,” Dante said as he pushed
his groin against Derek’s face. The pubs tickled his nose but he couldn’t
sneeze, couldn’t even breathe from the intrusion that blocked his air way. Both
men had their knots already and both went deep, knotting Derek. The one in his
mouth stuck behind his teeth, keeping it down Derek’s throat to the point of
asphyxiation.
“Damn, I’m gonna cum,” Dante huffed against Derek’s ear as he came, spurting
hot seed into Derek’s bowels as far as his eight inch dick could, his knot
keeping it there.
“Hell yeah!” Leroy nearly screamed. Derek could feel the semen as it streamed
down his throat and he had to swallow.
Leroy and Dante pulled out nearly two minutes later and Derek began coughing
until he passed out.
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Derek seemed to be in some sort of flash back. He sat with glassy eyes and a
relaxed posture. Honestly Deaton didn’t know if he should try to snap Derek
back or let the scene he was probably witnessing now play out.
He chose to wake him. “Derek? Derek Hale?” Deaton put a hand on Derek’s
shoulder and that seemed to do the trick. With a jerk Derek pulled away and
stared. First at Deaton, then at the pack in front of him. His eyes still
seemed glossed over when he moved toward Scott.
Scott watched as Derek made his way over, his legs were shaking like crazy
until he eventually dropped to his knees right in front of him. It scared Scott
out of his skin when Derek reached his hands for Scott’s fly and began
unzipping it.
“Whoa man! I uh, no. No.” Scott shook his head almost comically back and forth,
palms facing Derek as he back peddled hard into the wall. “Dude, I’m not. Why?”
It took a few seconds after that but eventually Derek’s eyes became seeing and
he looked from one shocked face to the next until he landed on one particularly
disgusted face. He looked ready to throw up from Derek’s display.
Way to go, you just had to screw up already didn’t you? They’ll punish you.
Maybe, maybe I could get away before they do anything? They can’t catch me. I
could run. I could flee.
Which was exactly what he did. When the opportunity granted itself Derek dashed
for the front door, nearly ripping it off its hinges in his need to get away as
fast as possible. He ran as fast as his inhuman human body could, even when
Stiles’ voice yelled for him to come back.  
***** Self-Punishment *****
Chapter Summary
     Derek finds a field.
Chapter Notes
     I'm so glad you guys are enjoying this. I'm trying to get this out
     but I have to write on my iPhone so it takes a while to get out
     longer chapters. Clearly this isn't one of them. Really short
     chapter.
Stiles watched Derek burst through the door in a frenzy and take off even when
he shouted at Derek to come back. Stiles was torn between running after him and
screaming at his pack for apparently chasing him off.
"What the hell did you guys do?" Stiles said as he stomped into the house.
Deaton sighed. Of course this would happen. Because really, when had things
ever gone smoothly when this pack was involved? 
"Well, I think I'll just leave things to you. I'll be back Thursday to check
his progress. I assume you can work things out from here?" Deaton said, as he
gathered his supplies from the floor. Stiles would have been shocked at Deaton
who was practically running away from things here, but really, it was most
definitely not his fault. If he had to blame anyone it would be Scott or
Jackson. The two always seemed to get in trouble one way or another. 
"Thanks for coming Dr. D. I appreciate it." Stiles huffed an annoyed breath
from his nose and waved Deaton off before he turned to his pack, a glare
already on his face. "I don't have time to figure out what you guys did, but
think it over, and never do it again. I'm going to find Derek." Stiles left no
room for comment or objection before he stormed out the door.
                          _I LIKE USING LINE BREAKS_
Derek had run farther than he thought he could. The woods had given way a long
time ago, opening up to some kind of field and there Derek had crumpled to the
ground exhausted. A night of sleep hadn't helped his body heal as much as it
should have. Derek could tell his body had been altered thanks to that collar
Kate made him wear. He had known that it would the day after it was placed
around his neck; when the contraption had stopped his healing and he'd been
ever so close to bleeding out on the dead leaves below him.
Derek breathed in deeply. The fresh air stung as it went down his throat and
his lungs burned from the use from his run. He knew he hadn't made it very far
but his body couldn't handle much. His skin had knit back together from his
amazing nights sleep, but the muscle and intestines had been to damaged to heal
as quickly. He knew that much. 
"Der!"
Derek couldn't stop his groan. Figures. His new alpha wouldn't let his new toy
run away. He'd messed up big time with that Scott person and how much worse had
he made it by running away? 
"Derek!" 
Shit. This is why Derek hated life. All he ever seemed to do was screw up again
and again which in turn caused punishments again and again. The cycle was
growing old.
"Derek! I can smell you. Sort of. Where did you go?" Stiles called. Derek
couldn't bring himself to move. His body hurt and really, if he was only going
to be hurt why get up any sooner than absolutely necessary? Derek continued to
lie in the field, the fresh scent of pine and grass filled his lungs to
capacity and burned. His ribs screamed at him to stop, he surely didn't need
that much oxygen at one time, but Derek used the pain as his own sort of
punishment. He breathed deeper, pushing his body to the limit of pain he could
endure. Somehow, he just knew Stiles wouldn't hurt him for running away and he
needed to do this for him. For both of them.
***** A Little Chat *****
Chapter Summary
     Stiles finds Derek.
Chapter Notes
     I'm glad so many of you guys like this. I'm so sorry it takes so long
     for me to get chapters up. Please bear with me and enjoy! Also, for
     all Dylan fans, I had to add in a fun fact about him. It's pretty
     easy to spot.
“Derek,” Stiles called. He was almost to the point of frantic yelling when a
smidge of black caught his eye. In the center of a field was a black spot,
shirt to be specific, and Stiles would gladly bet it was Derek.
Derek knew Stiles would find him eventually. He had hoped that it would take
the apparently inexperienced alpha a while longer but he should have known all
alphas, even ones as bad as this one, would find him without hassle.
“Yes Alpha?” Derek pulled himself up off the ground quickly, the sharp pain in
his side ached from the movement and Derek wished he could do it more.
Really? How messed up was that? He was so ready to be away from the pain that
his previous pack caused him, only to miss it and cause the pain himself. Derek
almost whimpered at how fucked up he knew he was.
“Der? What happened?” Stiles asked as he plopped down beside Derek in the
grass. It was everything but any sort of synonym for graceful. In fact, he sort
of knocked into Derek on his way down.
“Nothing,” Derek replied after he righted himself from Stiles’ fall.
“I’m calling bullshit to that. Try again?” Stiles stared at him for a few
moments before he began to fidget and pick at the grass around him.
“…it was a flashback. I remembered one time, when I was fairly young.”
Stiles waited. He expected some sort of explanation and when none came he
looked at Derek. “Dude, it’s okay. You can tell me. Promise, won’t tell a
soul.”
Derek hesitated. How well could he really trust this Stiles person?  Enough to
describe the hell he went through without fear that the same wouldn’t happen
again? He was relatively sure that fear would never leave so that plan was out.
“It was one of my earliest memories. There were a bunch of them, all taking
turns. And it hurt so much. They went on for hours, each one taking a turn. It
felt like I was suffocating.” Derek almost whined. He kept his head bowed,
avoided looking anywhere near the alpha.
Stiles wished his stomach would settle but this story couldn’t possibly get any
better. He had a vague idea of what Derek went through, what the memory must
have been about and he really didn’t need any details, thank you very much.
“Der, I’m sorry.” Stiles couldn’t think of anything better to say than that. He
was in fact, truly sorry. Sorry that he couldn’t have been there; sorry he
couldn’t have saved Derek before all this shit happened; sorry his pack was all
douchebags with apparent low self-esteem.
“Why? You weren’t the one that did it.” Derek looked confused, head tilted to
the side and all.
“Because you had to go through all of that. While you were a child too.” Stiles
paused for a second, the gears in his head whining as they ground together.
“Der, what was your first memory?”
“The first one I can remember?” Derek asked. Stiles nodded. “Um, I was really
young, I don’t know how old, but I awoke on the hard floor, and I overheard a
voice from the other side of a door.”
“What did they say?”
“I’m not completely sure. Something like, ‘we got a new bitch, a young one this
time.’ Another one asked the gender and when he heard boy he growled or
something.”
Stiles felt sick to his stomach. Did Derek even realize they were probably
talking about him?
“Do you know who they were talking about?”
Derek shook his head. “No, I think I fell asleep after that. It’s weird that I
can’t remember my childhood right? I always wondered…I remember trying to ask
someone but they beat me for it.”
Yeah, Stiles was just going to walk off a little and…There was a sound of
gagging and then Stiles leaned away from Derek and wretched into the grass. The
bile burned his throat and the smell made Derek a little sick.
It took a moment for the act to end and when it did Stiles whipped at his mouth
and tried to swallow spit in order to erase the taste from his mouth. When that
didn’t work he decided to head back to the house for something with flavor.
“C’mon Der. Let’s head back. I need Sprite or something.”
“Are you not feeling well?” Derek asked confused. Werewolves didn’t puke for no
reason.
“Something like that Derek, something like that,” Stiles mumbled.
Derek hesitated a moment. Stiles’ pack had to hate him now. If he took in their
faces from that time, they probably thought he was utterly disgusting. And
well, Derek didn’t really disagree.
“Der?” Stiles had walked a ways off before realizing that Derek wasn’t
following.
“Is it really okay? I mean, I…I…” Derek couldn’t bring himself to retell his
actions to the Alpha. Kate and Zayne always hated when he acted willfully with
the betas of the pack. It was perfectly fine if they initiated it, but never
Derek. And hadn’t he just done that?
“Of course. No matter what happens you are always welcome here. I’m sure
whatever happened isn’t as big a deal as you think it is.”
Derek in no way believed him but really, what were his other choices? Stay out
here? Stiles probably wouldn’t let that be an option so…
He followed closely behind Stiles.
                          _I LIKE USING LINE BREAKS_
The two arrived back to an empty house with lunch setting on the counter in the
kitchen. It appeared that Isaac and Danny made them, as the two had the crusts
cut from the sides, just the way the two preferred. Stiles personally didn’t
care what they did to the bread, the important part of a sandwich was the
chicken. And yes, it had to be chicken.
His face lit up when he spotted the preferred meat between the pieces of bread.
Derek probably thought he was insane to be this happy over a sandwich but then
again, the dude hadn’t gotten to eat regularly. For all Stiles knew Derek was
happier than him.
“Oh gawd, chicken dude. There is no other meat.”
Derek had no idea what he was supposed to say to that. So he said nothing. He
obediently stood in the corner of the room, the farthest he could get from the
table and waited.
Stiles figured Deaton would have slapped him with an iron fist had he seen the
scene that played out. Derek stood in the corner silently starring at Stiles
who hovered over the table, scarfing down his sandwich without any other
thought towards his guest.
There were two sandwiches and he was tempted to eat both before some rational
thought entered his ADHD addled brain.
“Oh, OH, Der, this one’s for you. Com’er.” Stiles said through a mouthful of
chicken sandwich. Derek looked between Stiles, the food, and the open doorway
to the living room. He was waiting for the punch line. Well, the punch anyway.
When nothing came, Derek took a hesitant step forward. Then another and
another.
“You’re so skittish. Which, yeah, you have a right to be, I guess.”
Derek didn’t reply, only walked a little closer to the table before he stopped
and glanced back at the doorway. After feeling a little more reassured that no
one was going to come through, he walked the rest of the way to the table and
picked up the sandwich. It was warm and the bread felt a little soggy but it
smelled so damn good. He waited a moment longer before he chanced a glance over
to Stiles who hardly took a moment to breathe between bites.
He took one. It was the best thing Derek’s ever had. So much better than the
breakfast he had…however long ago that was.
Derek finished his sandwich before Stiles did.
***** One More Flashback *****
Chapter Summary
     Stress is building and flashback #2 comes along. This one has Gerard
     and child Derek.
Chapter Notes
     This chapter...man this chapter. It's probably not the worst I've
     ever written in my life but it's a top ten. Anyway, enjoy, sorry I
     took so long to put up but thanks to those who are actively following
     the story.
The third day of Derek’s founding played out much the same as the first. He
refused to sit with the others at meal times, only obeying when a set of
crimson eyes flashed his way and even then he refused to eat until Isaac, the
slowest eater of them all, finished his last bite.
To say that Stiles hadn't been a little frustrated would be a lie. A blatant
lie. It seemed that for all he could turn a pack of misfit teens into a family
he couldn’t integrate a social deprived and wounded wolf into one. Yes, Stiles
knew it wouldn't simply happen. He couldn’t find the problem and wave a magic
wand at it, it being Derek Hale of course. But in all seriousness he’d hoped
that after a few kind words and actions Derek would at least have moved passed
some of his reservations. Like sitting at the table instead of hiding in the
farthest corner from his pack. Eating without asking.
Sadly, nothing changed in the days after either. While Stiles resigned himself
to staying with Derek almost 24/7, he really didn’t think the pack would change
their schedules too. Erica and Boyd stayed in more often than not, forgoing
their usual date nights of Mondays and Thursdays-Saturdays. Instead the two
would sit on the floor in front of the couch, which they insisted Derek occupy,
and lean against his legs, one for each calf, and watch movies. The genre’s
differed greatly, from rom-com to parodies. Erica had once tried watching a
grotesque horror movie but all movies in that genre were thrown out the window
when Derek jumped at a torture scene and flew into a full on panic attack.
Isaac and Danny often went out for short intervals. Sometimes it was only to
the grocery store, others for a quick movie. They would return shortly after
leaving and head to their room for alone time. They didn't push to be with
Derek or try to rope him into what they were doing. But Stiles could see the
effort they were putting in. They stayed in the house for Derek’s sake, to
watch him, protect him and just be there. Their scents were around the house
all the time and surely their heartbeats helped calm him.
Lydia was the more subtle one. She didn't come around often, not like she
usually did in the first place. Her and Jackson had a room in the pack house
like every other couple but they chose to live at home where each could own
their own space when it was necessary. Lydia would come traipsing into the
house every few days, head upstairs to her room to grab something she’d
apparently forgotten, and leave again. The items were often lipstick, a hair
brush, socks, or her favorite shirt. Stiles happened to know Lydia didn't own
just one of anything even if the two or four looked exactly the same.
Jackson tried to hide it. Tried to be subtle like Lydia to the rest of the
pack, but he just didn't have the same lying charm as his girlfriend. He would
follow behind Lydia on her visits and stand in the doorway staring at Derek
until Lydia returned with her “forgotten” item and held the door open as she
flaunted back out. Stiles didn't miss the way his hand slid up and down a ways
on the door frame, scenting it.
Allison was blatantly open. She moved into the pack house shortly after Stiles
had it built, therefore she was more or less always there. In the mornings
she’d crawl out of bed without waking Scott and start breakfast, always making
sure Derek’s plate was already made and waiting in its newly appointed spot to
the right of Stiles. Scott had wanted to make a fuss of being pushed aside but
it never quite reached his lips.
Scott couldn’t quite master being around Derek. He couldn’t be in the same room
with him without thinking of the incident not that long ago. He had no idea
what was a safe topic and what was off limits. Derek didn't offer to speak
first when Scott was in the room and often didn't keep a conversation going
beyond answering questions with monosyllabic answers. Still, Scott was a good
person and therefore he went a few inches, not yet a mile, to make sure Derek
was comfortable.
Stiles, however, would like to think he deserved and A. He talked to Derek
regularly, even when no input was made on Derek’s side. He got Derek to eat and
found out which foods he favored and requested Allison to make more in those
fashions. He often requested Chicken…for Derek’s sake.
Almost a week after finding Derek and bringing him back to the pack house and
Stiles was ready to pull his hair out. He’d gotten nowhere with Derek so far
and he was quickly finding it hard to fill the ever present silence all by
himself. Derek wouldn't utter a word unless to address a direct question and
even then it was short and to the point with no detail. Stiles couldn’t handle
this much stress; and from one person no less.
“Deaton’s on his way,” Scott said. He sat next to Derek on the couch with
Allison and Lydia. Jackson, Isaac and Boyd sat on the other couch and Erica sat
on Boyd’s lap. Stiles was too frustrated to sit still and paced the length of
the living room in an attempt to burn off his excess energy. It didn't work.
“Is he really or is he going to get four miles away and call and cancel?
Again?” Stiles bit out. Sure, he knew it was rude and the pack didn't need him
stressing them out further than they already were but he never did have a good
filter for his thoughts. He doubted he ever would.
“Stiles, he’ll come today. Besides, Deaton had excellent reasons for cancelling
before.” Lydia smoothed out her shirt in a calm manner. She was the picture
perfect alpha; one Stiles only ever tried to beat. She may only be a beta but
she did what an alpha was supposed to. She was calm in high stressed
situations, strategized before doing, researched before planning, and more
often than not, knew what to say to whom in order to maintain control in any
given situation. Stiles completely understood why he had crushed on her for so
long; most of his adolescent years to be specific.
“I know, I know,” Stiles said. “How are you doing Der?” He turned his attention
from Lydia to Derek who quickly looked up almost distraught. Of course Derek
would feel Stiles’ emotions and enact them tenfold. He was an Omega after all.
“I’m fine,” he replied. Derek refused to make eye contact with anyone, instead
focusing on the carpeting and imagining what it would feel like to pull each
thread apart with his claws. Yeah, he felt a little high strung. The last time
he’d met with Deaton had ended in a disaster. He’d tried to suck Scott off…
Derek closed his eyes tightly for a few seconds, trying to shove the imagery
away from his mind. He didn't want to fuck this up again, he had to be on his
best behavior. Answer the questions and move on. Don’t freak out. Yeah, number
one rule: Don’t freak out.
“You don’t look fine. Der, if you need some more time we can postpone this,”
Stiles said as he knelt down to be eye level with Derek who shook his head in
reply. “You sure?”
“Yes, Deaton’s already here anyway,” and sure enough the knock on the door
signaled his arrival.
“I’ll get it,” Erica informed the room as she bounded from Boyd’s lap. Boyd
shook his head in fake exasperation. How his girlfriend loved to mess with the
doctor. “Hey Doc!”
“Hello again, Erica.” Deaton said in passing. He entered the house and walked
straight over to Derek who couldn’t quite make eye contact with him either.
“Derek,” Deaton nodded in greeting.
Derek simply nodded back. The room fell into a not quite comfortable silence
while Deaton unpacked things both sharp and dull from his ever present bag.
When he turned to Derek he held out papers. They were face down, a decent stack
of them, and Derek became anxious to see them.
“What is that?” Stiles asked.
Deaton, the brilliant doctor, replied, “Papers.”
"What’s on the papers? And don’t get sassy with me,” Stiles said indignantly.
Deaton smiled at him and then turned his attention to Derek again.
“Derek, these are the profiles of the nearest wolves. I would appreciate if you
could go through them and pick out the ones from your pack.”
Derek felt sick. Bile was already rising in his throat, his stomach flipping
over itself in awkward somersaults, and his skin paled. He didn't want to see
them again, even if it was only on paper.
“Der, it’s okay. If you can’t do it we’ll just forget it and move on,” Stiles
tried to placate.
Deaton shook his head. “We need to know as soon as possible. What they've done
is a crime and we can’t allow them to repeat it with someone else.”
Stiles knew he was right. Knew they needed to know in order to stop them from
doing the same thing to some other poor, young, innocent child but Derek looked
so uncomfortable he couldn’t bear to force him into looking at the pictures.
“It’s okay, I can do it.” Derek reached out his hand and took the papers from
Deaton. He took a deep breath in before he flipped the stack over.
The first page had a picture of some man on it, hair tousled and dark,
piercings healed into his skin, and his tongue hanging out the side of his
mouth. To the right of the pictures, in bold letters, was his name: Tony T.
Eclare. Derek didn't bother reading the page long bio underneath.
“I don’t know him.”
“Good, I’ll take that one and you look at the next,” Deaton said as he took the
top page away. The next page held a gruff looking man, greying hair and golden
eyes. He had a scare running down the middle of his face, centered down the
length of his nose. Brandon Taut. Derek shook his head again.
The next paper had him shivering. The man in the picture was old, yellow teeth
that popped out at him in a cruel smirk and eyes that bore holes into him. His
hair was already silver and receding to the point he looked more bald than
balding.
“Gerard.” Derek couldn’t breathe. Every time he tried to inhale it went in as a
gasp as his throat closed tightly. The papers began to shake in his grasp and
Deaton had to grab them before Derek could let them scatter across the floor.
“Der, hey, come on. Sync your breathing with mine. In….out….in….out. Der, come
on you have to do it with me.” Stiles inhaled multiple times but Derek refused
to follow. No, not refuse, he couldn’t. Because he couldn’t hear anything
Stiles had said. He was once again in some flash back.
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“Yeah, I like this one. Good job Kate. How experienced is he?”
“New.”
“Ooh, then you wouldn't mind if I take the first round would you?”
“Father, I brought him just for you,” The female voice recedes somewhere and
the next thing Derek knows is there’s an old man standing in front of him. He
tries to sit tall, knows he’s supposed to show the utmost respect to ex-
Alphas’.
The man took Derek’s face into one of his large wrinkled hands and twisted it
one way before the other, assessing the prized goods he had been brought. The
man smirked down at Derek.
“You’re young. We’ll be able to train you right.” The man tilted Derek’s head
up to make eye contact and whatever he may have saw in Derek’s eyes brought the
smirk out ten times more. “The names Gerard. I’d prefer you call me Master.”
Derek can’t move his head much but he moved it enough to get the quick nod
across.
“Good, now on to your first lesson,”
===============================================================================
 
Derek couldn’t breathe. It was simple at first; lick, suck, never bite. But
this was harder. Opening his throat and keeping from puking was hard and Gerard
knew it.
“That’s a good boy, tilt your head back and it’ll go in smoother,” Gerard told
him. Derek does as he’s instructed but when the head hit the back of his throat
and slid even further down, Derek can’t do it anymore. He’s scared he’ll die
and he’s scared of disappointing Gerard but it’s too much and he throws himself
back, choking and dribbling bile down his chin. Gerard looks at him before tsk-
ing.
“Now, now, Omega. I haven’t cum yet. You should be grateful I only want to do
your mouth today. I could release somewhere else.”
Derek had no idea where that place was but he figured it must be worse than his
mouth so after inhaling again, he sets back to work.
Ten minutes later Gerard had pushed into Derek’s throat as far as possible
while simultaneously squeezing the poor child’s throat to make the entrance
tighter. The cum slid down Derek’s throat and he couldn’t even swallow.
===============================================================================
 
Derek doesn't realize he’s crying until he’s snapped back from the flashback
and by then Stiles is whipping the tears away furiously and whispering words
into the small space between them. He faintly felt the pack around him, some
part of each one touching him. And he can’t breathe. It took less than a minute
for Derek to break down and lean into Stiles, grasped him tightly; gripping the
man’s shirt in clawed fingers. Stiles just continued to sooth him.
***** One Little Revelation *****
Chapter Summary
     Derek realizes something. Stiles almost realizes something. It is NOT
     the same thing.
Chapter Notes
     Oh jeez. This shouldn't have taken so long guys, sorry.
Today had been a long day for the Beacon Hills Pack. The sun had just began to
set when the Doctor exited from the pack home; his bag in hand with new vials
of blood, the correct pages of the Derek’s pack, and a few skin, spit, and
urine samples. What Deaton thought he’d accomplish or find out with those
Stiles had no idea. What he knew was that Derek was still freaking out, just
more casually. The pack felt compelled to comfort the new Omega and Stiles had
doubts it was simply because of the wolf’s status.
Sure, omegas were considered the weakest members in a pack and therefore the
pack usually (Derek’s previous one being the damn exception) protects them and
generally just cares for them. But something seemed a little off with that
description when he took a look back after showing Deaton out.
Allison stood at the back of the couch, her hand placed directly in between
Derek’s shoulder blades. Erica, Boyd, Isaac and Danny sitting on various parts
of the couch, including the back, in order to touch Derek somehow. Isaac and
Danny were talking to themselves with their calves touching Derek’s shoulders.
Scott and Lydia sat next to Derek on the couch, arms wrapped around him in
Lydia’s case and slightly leaning against the other in Scotts. Jackson was the
most surprising. Despite his badass texture the dude had gotten to his knees in
front of Derek and held his head in his hands, gently stroking at his nearly
smooth checks and shushing him.
What. The. Fuck. Stiles had half a mind to walk away with Deaton and come back
when the twilight zone ended. The other half screamed for him to join in.
He did. As he walked in front of the couch and his pack, it was almost amazing
the way Scott and Lydia moved away. They simultaneously scooched over on the
couch and untangled themselves from Derek who let out a little whimper from the
loss of contact and warmth.
Stiles didn’t even need to think about it when he plopped down next to Derek
and started running his fingers through the man’s hair. Derek pushed into the
contact enthusiastically and Stiles completely forgot what he’d been thinking
about.
They stayed that way for some time. Allison was the first to pull away, but
between cooking she always came back into the room to rest her hand on Derek’s
back and watch the rest of the movie Stiles had insisted they watch. Jackson
had long moved from looking at Derek on his knees to sitting on the floor with
Derek’s legs as a back rest behind him. Stiles didn’t miss the way he would
occasionally rub against Derek’s calves, pretending to stretch and move to
become more comfortable.
Stiles had felt this before. When he’d finally managed to subdue his pack into
weekly movie nights and living in the pack house. When he had sat on the couch
years back and the rest of his friends had piled on top, effectively breaking
that couch in the act, and watching the original batman. Now it seemed that
much stronger of a feeling. Stiles couldn’t place why or how but the tug of
“family” that he felt before was folded ten now. He wanted to question it but
Derek had finally calmed, sat back and leaned his weight into Stiles’ side so
he decided to question it later, when he’d fail to fall asleep tonight.
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Morning dawned and the pack slept on. They hadn’t stirred from last night, all
still piled on or around the couch. Around Derek. Who was currently blinking
the sleep from his eyes and holding his breath. Again, new situation that he
didn’t know how to deal with. It seemed okay for him to relax and take time for
himself in this pack. They had showed such kindness and care towards him Derek
had no idea what to do from there. With Kate’s pack, it was mandatory to follow
all rules:
     1) Omegas are to serve every member of the pack, no matter the need.
                   2) Omegas are never to eat at the table.
               3) Omegas are forbidden from initiating contact.
               4) Omegas are not to eat before any other member.
             5) Omegas are to sleep in the floor; never on a bed.
               6) Rules are subject to change as Alpha sees fit.
                                  7) Omeg---
 Derek opened his eyes wide. The sixth rule he’d always pushed to the side as
it tied in with number one. He simply had to follow orders. But if the rules
could be changed by the Alpha at any time, that meant this other Alpha, Stiles,
could change Derek’s rules from Kate. So, when Stiles told him to eat at the
table, or let the beta’s do the work, he was giving Derek a new set of rules,
right?
Derek could have punched himself in the face for his stupidity. Of course the
older wolf was being kind to him, letting him figure this out on his own
instead of rubbing it in his face and punishing him for disobeying the rules.
How stupid could he really be? Kate had set him up for success in any pack and
he was ruining it quicker than he suspect any other wolf could.
The pack were still snuggled around him, he was still leaning over Stiles,
whose arm had been draped across his shoulder at some point, and he’d been
tucked up onto the alpha’s chest. He had to find a way out and do something to
show Stiles he figured it out…maybe later though. He twisted a bit, just enough
to hunch down lower on the couch in order to fit better into Stiles’ side.
Stiles didn’t wake but in his sleepy state he pulled his arm tighter around
Derek, cooing to go back to sleep and rubbing his thumb over Derek’s scrawny
arms. Derek didn’t last long before his eye lids fell and his breathing evened
out. The pack slept on.
***** Wakeup *****
Chapter Summary
     Derek wakes first, then the pack.
Chapter Notes
     I think this is the shortest chapter of all. Sorry guys. I saw the
     new comments and knew I needed to get something out but recently I've
     had chaos in the job department, a new husky pup which requires so
     much attention, Christmas and New Years prep and my Maltese's new vet
     needs, I've been so damn busy. I wish I had more time to update this
     story. Sorry again. But hope you like this little bit of fluff.
     Enjoy!
Derek really couldn’t sleep long after he woke up the first time so an hour
later his eyes fluttered open. The pack were all still draped loosely around
him, still touching him somewhere somehow. To his disgust Derek noticed the
bottom edge of his shirt was wet and when he looked down, noticed Scotts hair
sticking up everywhere from where his head lay on Derek’s side. Great, drool.
He shook his head, tried to forget about the spot altogether, when Stiles
stirred under him. Derek froze. His master plan (really just making breakfast
for the pack before they awoke) would be utterly ruined should the Alpha wake.
Derek held his breath waiting for the inevitable to happen; Stiles to awake or
fall back into deep slumber.
Stiles grunted but his breathing evened out easily enough. Now for the hard
part. Derek had to find a way out of this…this puppy pile and get to the
kitchen without waking anyone. Without waking a bunch of werewolves. Yeah, he
didn’t expect much of this plan to work at all.
Step one: Stiles’ arm. Derek was practically lying on his right arm which was
squished beneath him, Stiles, and the back of the couch. His left arm was sort
of free except for Stiles’ arm which was draped over his shoulders and down the
length of his arm. Maybe if he just...slightly raised his arm up and let
Stiles’ fall back…YES!
Step two: Move Scotts head off his side. Easy, Scott was essentially dead to
the world, all Derek had to do was lift and roll. Unfortunately Jackson had
chosen to sleep on the floor in front of his legs so his body became extremely
awkward in position as he tried not to move his legs but also wiggle from under
Scott.
Really, this should be some Olympic sport. 
Once free of Scott and Stiles came step three. Jackson. He could split his legs
and let the man slide back to lean against the couch…that might work. Derek
slowly slid his legs apart, watching as the man between them slid further and
further back until he was solely leaning against the couch. He then tried to
stand only to realize how awkward and difficult it was with his legs spread so
wide. Maybe if he just threw one leg over?
This must have looked hilarious had anyone been around to watch. Derek almost
kicked Jackson in the head, almost squished Scotts head behind him, almost woke
Stiles, and almost fell into said alpha’s crotch. All in the ten seconds he
tried to swing his leg up. Either way, every almost didn’t happen and twenty
minutes since he woke up Derek was free to stand, stretch, and walk away.
Now to start breakfast.
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Ham. Eggs. Bacon. Toast with Raspberry, Orange, or Blackberry jam, and milk.
That was what Stiles smelled as he awoke slowly. He blinked a few times to
sharpen his vision and was instantly confused. This was not his room and he was
way too hot. The bodies pressed against him began to move a bit and Stiles
couldn’t move. How most of the pack ended up on top or squishing him he didn’t
know.
“Okay guys, up!” Stiles shouted. The pack as a whole was instantly awake, each
one dived in separate directions away from their alpha. “Better.”
“What’s with the wakeup call Stilinski?” Jackson mumbled under his breath.
Annoyance was usually his first reaction in the mornings.
“Food,” Scott sniffed at the air a few times before almost being carried to the
kitchen by his nose which stayed up towards the ceiling. Stiles couldn’t quite
bring himself not to laugh at him.
“As Scotty-boy said, food.”
“Your only safe because I smell jam and toast,” Lydia patted his shoulder and
flounced off towards the smell, her faithful wolf boyfriend, Jackson, tilting
his head with her every step as he followed along behind her.
***** Breakfast Morning *****
Chapter Summary
     Derek makes breakfast. Isaac proposes.
Chapter Notes
     There is no excuse. I haven't updated in literally forever and I'm
     sorry. I love you guys and I feel bad I neglected you so long.
Stiles couldn’t hold back the drool that trailed down his chin. He followed the
scent into the kitchen where Derek stood in front of the counter, hands at his
sides and a somewhat scared look on his face. Stiles looked over at the table
now adorned with plates of food, lots of it. At least two loafs worth of toast
stacked like the twin towers in the middle of the table, four plates of eggs
around them in a square, meats (ham and bacon) shared an additional four plates
set in another square offsetting the eggs, there were three saucers spaced
around the table strictly for jams and next to each empty place setting a glass
of milk. Someone really outdid themselves here.
“Derek, you really didn't have to do all this,” Stiles said, eyes still
plastered to the table in front of him. Lydia didn't miss the way Derek sagged
at the lack of praise. He’d probably tried so hard on this and Stiles was
telling him he didn't appreciate it. Well, Lydia was never one to be subtle.
She elbowed Stiles in the ribs, hard, earning a squeak from the alpha. “What
the heck Lyds?” She glared at him and tipped her head towards Derek who looked
now like a kicked puppy.
“Oh, OH! Derek, this is amazing, thanks man,” He smiled from ear to ear when
Derek instantly stood tall and maybe he looked a little surprised but it was
cute.
“You’re welcome Alp---Stiles,” he replied.
Stiles couldn’t help but smile back and gesture Derek over to the table. He
almost tripped over his own feet when Derek actually sat down next to the
alpha’s spot without the usual morning battle. And yes, it was a battle, of
words, to get Derek to sit and eat without it becoming an order.
“Dude, you are my angel. Never leave us,” Erica grabbed for the plate of meat
closest to her, setting it right on top of her empty plate and dug her fingers
into it. Derek had observed this packs’ eating habits; how they liked their
food (bloody or cooked), how they licked their fingers rather than using
napkins, how they chewed as little as possible before swallowing, eager as ever
to have it in their bellies.
“I hope it satisfies everyone,” Derek replied. He glanced at the wolves around
the table with shyness and a small smile adorning his unusually peaceful face.
Stiles liked it very much. The way Derek seemed so much happier, content, and
healthier (physiologically anyway).
“Gawd your amazing! Marry me?” Isaac blushed as the words had tumbled from his
mouth around the bacon quickly filling it. He coughed in hopes of covering his
embarrassment only for Jackson to barge on where he’d hoped to end it.
“Really man? I mean granted he’s a cook but damn. Danny, dude, he’s totally
trying to replace you.”
“I heard. Derek are we going to have to compete for him? Cause I’ll never beat
you if it’s in the kitchen.”
Isaac sighed a little relived when Danny played along with Jackson’s joke only
to feel stupid when of course, Derek didn't get it.
“I’d never. I’m sorry. I don’t…I’m sorry. Sorry. So sorry. Sorry.” Derek
avoided eye contact with everyone. He repeated the apologies over and over
again with his head down, hunched over like he could protect his most vital
organs from being ripped out by the wolves he just offended even though he
didn't understand what he’d done that was so wrong. He made breakfast. The
Beta’s did that often. On occasion they talked of times even the Alp---Stiles
had. So why was it wrong he do it?
“Derek, it’s okay. I was joking. It was just a joke. I know you don’t like
Isaac that way and he doesn't you. Don’t get me wrong, we all like you, just
not romantically." Danny glanced over quickly at Stiles after that. "You don’t
have to apologize for their stupidity,” Danny soothed smiling. Jackson and
Isaac echoed ‘hey’ at him but he paid no attention to them, instead focusing on
tiding over Derek. “Okay? I’m not really going to fight you and I’m far from
mad. I’m sorry I made that joke. We all appreciate the breakfast.” Leave it to
Danny to play mother hen.
Stiles cleared his throat, hoping that maybe, should he ramble about today’s
necessary errands that the tense atmosphere might dissipate. “Anyway, Derek and
I will be heading to Deaton’s today.” Stiles turned his attention to Derek,
stuffing a forkful of eggs into his mouth. “It’s the last check up and he’s
hoping that we can get you to fully shift today. Although he also said it might
be too much at one time so we could settle with a beta shift and in that case
you’ll be going back to see him two days from the full moon to try again. If
you can fully shift today then we can go ahead and make preparations for the
full moon coming up.  We have a bunch of restraining materials in the basement,
used when these guys joined but they really don’t need it now. Well, Scotty
sometimes but you know.” Stiles opened his mouth to continue rambling when
Lydia broke in.
“Stiles, hun, you’re talking far too much. Let’s enjoy breakfast and then you
can talk Derek’s ear off when he’s forced to suffer a car ride with you.”  
***** One Little Talk With Deaton *****
Chapter Summary
     It's time for Derek to shift. Well, if he could.
Chapter Notes
     I updated! -feeling accomplished :)
Derek really should have heeded Lydia’s warning about Stiles and his over
sharing mouth. There really wasn't a brain to mouth filter when it came to the
young alpha and Derek sort of wishes he had died out in the woods. A little
bit. Just a little. What the hell is a Zelda?
“Dude, you still there? Hell~oooo?” Stiles took a hand off the wheel to wave it
in front of Derek’s face and promptly reeled his hand back when Derek flinched
and almost threw himself at the door. God Stiles had a long way to go with this
omega.
“Sorry, you were saying something. I wasn't listening, sorry,” Derek sat up
straighter, his eyes were glued to his lap in avoidance of meeting the stare
Stiles was surely pointing at him.
“Hey, Der it’s okay. What you went through…I’m not surprised you flinch and
you’re tense and ready to bolt at any moment. I understand that perfectly. You
don’t have to apologize for anything. I don’t blame you.” Stiles never took his
eyes off the road, knowing full well that the words right now were all that
were needed. His hunch was proven correct when he sensed Derek relax into his
seat.
“So, Call of Duty man. You have got to play it with me and Scotty sometime.”
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“It’s good to see you again Derek. Are you experiencing any more lingering pain
anywhere?” Deaton smiled at Derek nicely, genuinely looking happy to see the
boy. Derek seemed to relax at the calmer atmosphere and Stiles beamed. He felt
so happy knowing Derek was happy. God even Stiles could tell he was falling for
the damn kid.
“No sir. I’m fine.” Deaton didn't look convinced.
“Alright. Do you think you can shift?” Deaton set down his pen and notepad on
the desk beside him and stared intently at Derek who Stiles watched squirm a
little in his seat. Somewhere in the back of his mind Stiles wanted to take
Derek out of the office, get him away from Deaton, the source of his
discomfort.
“I…” Derek begun. When the silence stretched on further than was really
comfortable Deaton cleared his throat.
“It’s alright if you’re a little scared. That’s to be expected.” He smiled.
“I actually…um, I don’t…I don’t know how,” Derek whispered out. Stiles almost
laughed out loud. Now Derek was making jokes?
“Care to elaborate on that?” Deaton asked. Derek and stared dumbly back at him.
“Explain what you mean Derek.”
“Oh, I uh…I was never allowed to shift so I don’t…I've never before and I don’t
know how.” The words ripped from Derek’s throat as if the admittance had seared
his throat coming out. Stiles wasn't so sure that was far from reality.
Derek looked like the kid whose ice cream dropped on the ground before he could
lick it. What horrors had this kid not experienced at the hands of Kate’s
pack?! The full moon practically forced the shift, it took real control to keep
from going mad at it. Stiles had paid hell for turning teenagers at the time.
Teaching them was pure terror, he barely had it down by the time his father
retired. And this kid had, what? Controlled it already or…damn it. The
suppression collar.
“Did the collar keep you from shifting?” Deaton asked. Well, Stiles felt a
little better knowing he was on the same wave length as Deaton. That was a very
rare anomaly.
“Yes. It hurt. The wolf would rage all night long, clawing to get out but the
collar kept pushing it back and squeezing. It felt like I couldn’t breathe,
couldn’t move or think. That was when they would let themselves beta shift
and…use me,” Derek said. There was a lump in his throat that prevented anything
more, and he didn't try to dislodge it. Maybe if he shut up now Stiles would
stop looking murderous. It was worth a try.
“You mean they used you when you were already in extreme pain and suffering?!”
Stiles yelled. Derek flinched back, too afraid to try comforting Stiles like he
had last time.
“I see this is going to be a pattern with you Stiles. Please leave. Why don’t
you go get Derek something to eat?”
This time Stiles didn't complain before he nearly ran from the room.
When he made it outside Stiles bee lined for the woods rather than his old blue
jeep. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt his baby in his temper tantrum.
Which was justly called for, despite what Deaton might say or think.
Really, how much could his little omega suffer? How much pain could he stand?
He was here now, still standing, alive, but not quite living after the shit
he’d been through. Well, Stiles was changing that. He slashed at tree after
tree was he passed them, running off his energy and tearing down nearly seven
trees in his anger. Wait his?
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When Stiles returned to the office Derek still sat in the office, Stiles could
hear his nervous heartbeat, while Deaton stood behind the front counter
shuffling papers. He had to wonder if Deaton was actually doing something or
simply appearing busy. It brought a small smile on his face before it was
whipped away by Deaton’s grim expression.
“Do I want to know?” Stiles asked.
Deaton sighed heavily indicating to Stiles that no, no he did not.
“That suppression collar he wore, it was definitely hunter made. There was new
technology in there that even I don’t know what to do with. To compel a
werewolf to remain human, that’s, well that’s something isn’t it? Derek doesn’t
know how to shift and that means that without him wearing that collar he’ll be
as strong as a fully matured omega without the knowledge of control. It’s
extremely dangerous. Even if Omegas are weaker by comparison, feral they can be
a force to reckon with. I don’t have a plan of action for this Stiles.”
Stiles felt his lungs seize and his blood run cold. If Derek went feral at the
full moon, if he killed someone, he’d have to be “put down.” It was the law
made by the Human-Werewolf Society when they were outed. He couldn’t let that
happen.
“Is there any chance that we could suppress it just for this moon?” Stiles
hated the idea in his mind and even more out loud.
“The only thing that could do that is the collar…”
“I don’t want to use that. What if we just…used chains? The basement is
equipped to handle werewolves.”
“I’m afraid he might be strong enough to break those. He’s an omega but he has
suppressed power from the years of staying human. If he can break through those
there is a big possibility that he could injure one of you. Or kill.”
Stiles really hated when Deaton had a point.
Score as of fifteen years:
Deaton: 104                        Stiles: 2
“If we were to put the collar back on him, he’d be suffering the entire time. I
can’t put him back through that,” Stiles shook his head frantically, already
knowing how this would play out.
“I hate the idea just as much Stiles, but he’s worn it for years, he’s
accustomed to this pain. One more night of it won’t kill him and it will give
us an entire month to teach him to shift and at least the basics of control. He
needs that month.”
“Damn.”
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***** One Little Chat With Scott *****
Chapter Summary
     Derek and Scott have a short talk. Bonding moment with a pack mate,
     awww.
Chapter Notes
     I'm lazy. I want to read fan fics like no ones business but writing
     one is a task. A fun one, mind you, but a task none the less and I'm
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The full moon was only days away and Stiles still hadn't told Derek the news
about wearing the collar. He was a little hesitant and (if he were being
honest) scared to revel the news. How would Derek take it? Would he bare his
throat like his other pack made him or fuss and whine? Neither set well with
Stiles.
Derek on the other hand, was nearly pulling out his hair. Stiles and Deaton had
talked for a few minutes behind the sound proof room Derek had been stuck in.
He had no idea what they had said or what was decided and it worried him. How
bad was it? He couldn’t shift, or well, didn't know how. Was that bad for this
pack? Did they not want a useless wolf like him? Were they going to throw him
out like Kate?
His breathing had picked up where he lay in bed and he dug his blunt, human
nails into the padding of the bed to center himself. It was the morning after
the appointment and Stiles refused to say what the two had talked about. He
diverted the question the two times Derek and tried to ask onto other subtle
topics, like skating in May or the amount of caffeine in soda. Derek hadn't
brought it up again least he had to sit through another hour of lectures on the
feline digestive system. Really, the amount of random stuff the man knew
confused Derek.
“Hey, I know you’re awake in there. I brought breakfast,” Scott lightly tapped
on the door before twisting the knob and giving a gentle push. The door didn't
squeak as it opened and Scott didn't exactly smile at him when they made eye
contact. He did quickly look away however.
Things between Scott and Derek had been on the rocks at best since the whole
fiasco that happened. Scott sometimes sat near Derek with touching at the bare
minimum of arms and knees. He often looked everywhere but at Derek directly and
spoke as few words as possible. Derek knew he made a mistake that day and just
wished Scott would hit him or punish him in some way so that the awkwardness
would move on. But Scott never lifted a hand towards him or talked to him
enough to give him a verbal lashing.
“Here,” Scott held the plat towards him, fingers barely touching the plate in
hopes that Derek won’t accidentally touch his hand. It was a small blow to
Derek’s self-esteem but really, how much did he have now anyway?
“Thank you,” he replied before taking the plate. The fork teetered precariously
on the edge but didn't fall. Atop the plate were scrambled eggs and three
slices of ham. Derek’s stomach couldn’t possibly hold that much and he
questioned if Scott wanted him to eat it all.
“Yeah, no prob dude,” Scott turned to leave but when he reached the door he
turned. His hand idly scratched at the back of his neck and again the man faced
down, eyes locked on the bland carpeting. “I wanted to talk with you actually.
That okay?”
Derek somewhat feared saying no. “Yes.”
“Um, well, about that time when you, you know. You don’t like me like that
right? It was just how that other pack taught you?”
Derek chewed a small bite of egg before answering. “Yes, it wasn't really
training but…I had a flash back that time and that’s what I was doing. I was
only vaguely awake when I did that to you.”
Scott nodded his head in understanding, his eyes still trained on the floor.
“Okay, one more question. Why did you run? I mean, I figured I scared you when
I pushed you away.”
“I was scared, I looked around at all of you and there was mostly shock and
disgust but one person, I forget his name, looked at me with such…anger and
hatred. I was scared you would all punish me and I thought it would be better
to run off and delay it than face it then.” Derek had set the fork down on his
plate, the rest of the food no longer looked appealing to him.
“Oh. Jackson. We call him Jackass sometimes. He can be mean a lot but he’s not
so bad really. He was the one who knelt down in front of you right?” Scott
waited for Derek’s nod. “He’s never been the gentle, show affection type. I
mean, he doesn't even get that way with Lydia and he’s dated her for years.
Since high school. I just…wanted to make sure that it wasn't all me. I didn't
mean to scare you but you scared me too. I’m dating Allison so I don’t…I mean,
I’m not even into guys so…” Scott couldn’t quite find a stopping point for his
now purposeless rambling and Derek had to stifle a small laugh at the
comparison his brain made between the Beta and his Alpha.
“I understand. I don’t blame you or Jackson. Thank you for talking to me.”
Scott felt slapped. The kid (and yes, he was still a kid being only 18) had
thanked him for simply talking to him. He’d been ignored for doing far more.
“It’s fine man. Anytime you want to talk just come find me. Anytime you want to
listen and not get a word in, find Stiles.” Scott grinned and for the first
time Derek returned the gesture.
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***** Lydia's Talk *****
Chapter Summary
     Stiles can't make it upstairs, Lydia can, and Derek gets petted.
Chapter Notes
     This is literally written for j.luis for demanding (very nicely) for
     another chapter. ENJOY!
Stiles sighed. He wanted to talk with Derek but every time he managed to work
up the courage something deep inside his messed up mind would scream at him all
the things wrong with the plan and he’d inevitably end up sitting back down,
digging shifted claws into the couch.
There was no way Stiles could put that collar back on Derek and not draw
comparisons between this ‘Kate Argent’ and himself. Derek would be forced to go
through that pain again and it would be Stile’s fault for not doing something--
-anything---else. For not having a better plan, for not being a better Alpha
that could help to force back Derek’s shift.
“You’re bugging the ever loving hell out of me Stilinski,” Lydia gently blew on
her newly wet nails, some vibrant orange color with tiny symbols that Stiles
thought might have something to do with magic. “Look, just go up there, knock
on the damn door, and tell him.”
Stiles was pretty sure she didn’t understand the level of duress he was under.
“I know, I know. Thanks for the pep talk. I just don’t know what to say
exactly. ‘Hey Derek, I’m just going to put this super painful hunter’s collar
back on you for the night of the full moon so that you can’t shift and kill us
all but don’t worry I’ll take it off the morning after,’ I can’t say that!”
“Never said you had to say that much. Look, would you calm the hell down if I
told him? I’ll even break it to him gently,” Lydia put the cap back on the tiny
bottle of nail polish and stood up. She brushed her skirt out and placed her
hands on his hips. Stiles really didn’t want to say yes but at this point what
chance did he have at ever making up the stairs much less actually knocking on
the door?
“Okay,”
“Magic word?”
“Please? I’ll eternally love you, in fact, this is the reason that I do. Don’t
tell Jackass.”
Lydia smiled and sashayed to the stairs, easily taking them one at a time, her
stiletto heels clacking on the wooden steps noisily. Stiles had a quick thought
that he should carpet them.
Lydia knocked on the door gently calling out, “Hun, it’s Lydia. I’m coming in
okay?” She gently pushed open the door revealing a lump almost completely
hidden under a black comforter.
Derek stilled for a millisecond before he pushed back the cover and sat up, his
back leaning against the wooden headboard.
“Hey Derek, I need to talk with you for a little bit okay? It’s something that
Stiles has been trying to say all day, literally, he’s been walking a rut in
the floor.”
Derek looked just a little bit scared at that and Lydia quickly went to
reassure him. “You see, when Stiles and Deaton were talking while you were in
that sound proof room---“ Lydia observed the way Derek perked up a little at
the words. “---Well, they were talking about the full moon coming up. Because
you’ve never shifted and you aren’t wearing the collar your powers won’t be
suppressed and there is a very real chance that you’ll end up hurting one of
us, possibly killing someone, or doing the same to a human. Stiles asked if it
was possible to just contain you, but Deaton was quite sure that it wouldn’t be
a good idea to try,” Lydia said. Her voice was just a touch too gentle and
Derek was scared from that alone. Kate had talked gentle sometimes too but it
never ended in anything remotely tender.
“I understand. What are you going to do?”
“That’s the bad part. We’ll have to put that collar back on you. Just for the
night of the full moon, and then we’ll destroy the damn thing once and for all.
But this way it’ll give us a whole month to teach you how to control your shift
with an anchor. How do you feel about that?”
Derek wanted to say he hated the idea. That he wanted the collar destroyed now.
That he’d rather be put down than wear it again. But he knew that wasn’t the
answer she was looking for. “I understand.”
Lydia’s face hardened just he tinniest bit and Derek flinched back unsure if
he’d said something wrong.
“I didn’t ask if you understood. I asked how you feel and I want the absolute
truth. Don’t sugar coat anything with me,” She gently sat herself on the side
of his bed.
“I---I don’t like the idea…” Derek barely spoke more than a whisper to her but
Lydia’s hearing was better than anyone gave her credit for. She lifted her hand
up and Derek shrunk back quickly, hoping to avoid her wrath. However, he didn’t
expect the soft hand that placed itself on his head and scratched gently at his
hair. He didn’t mean to push his head into the touch but he did and Lydia
seemed to beam at that. She moved her hand over his head and Derek would purr
if he knew how.
The gentle movement ended all too soon for Derek but Lydia smiled at him as she
headed for the door. When she had a hold on the knob she turned to him. “I’ll
be downstairs with Stiles, come down if you want to. I know you don’t like the
idea but I promise if there was any other way we wouldn’t be doing it this
way,” she closed the door quietly and traipsed back down the stairs.
Stiles was biting his nails down to the bud when she got back. Lydia quickly
slapped them away from his mouth and chastised him for doing the act in the
first place. To Stiles’ credit he looked chagrined.
***** The Collar *****
Chapter Summary
     Stiles growls again, big surprise. Derek's in the collar and Jackson
     isn't a Jackass.
Chapter Notes
     YAY a chapter! Everybody cheer.
Stiles waited another few minutes before lifting the heavy collar from the
table. It felt like lead in his hands and for a moment he felt a similar weight
in his stomach. Again he set the monstrosity down and paced in front of it.
The conflict he held at placing it back around Derek's throat tore at him from
the inside out. How could he cause an omega to suffer? Hell, he had no idea how
bad the pain was, for all he knew it was comparable to slowly slicing off an
arm with a bone saw. Bile stung his throat and his mouth began to water. It had
been a few years since Stiles had thrown up. Had been somewhere around the time
his mom passed…
He sucked in air and took the collar in hand once again, this time with assured
confidence, and walked out of the room. The pack had strolled in one by one for
the last half hour, each one heading straight for Derek. They each scented him
somehow. Scott pat him on the back; Jackson a lasting nudge on the right
shoulder; Allison a gentle hug, Lydia a swipe through his hair; Isaac and Danny
a group hug with a quick forehead kiss from Danny who smiled coyly at Isaac
afterwards; Erica cuddled next to him on the couch until Boyd showed up when
she moved to cuddle him with her feet sitting in Derek's lap. Deaton, being
human and all, opted for merely standing near the doorway of the kitchen with
his arms folded. Stiles was the last to enter the living room.
The moment Derek spotted the item in his hands he stiffened and everyone in the
room heard him swallow. He closed his eyes and tried to breathe deep but he
couldn't manage to fill his lungs nearly enough. When he opened his eyes again
Stiles had moved closer. In his eyes there was fear, remorse, but most of all
guilt. Maybe some adrenaline but mostly guilt.
"Hey, Der it'll be okay. The full moon will be showing soon and you'll only
have to wear it for a bit. Not long at all. And I'll be here with you the
entire time.” Stiles tried to reassure Derek with a smile but his lips didn't
quite make the correct shape.
“I'll be fine Stiles. It's not too bad,” Derek said. He licked his lips
quickly, a nervous tick Stiles was well accustomed to.
Lydia grabbed for Derek's hand and squeezed lightly. He didn't squeeze back as
Stiles walked over toward him. The collar swung from side to side, a false
gentleness to the action.
Derek was a lying liar who lied and he knew it. The collar hurt worse than most
of the pain his previous pack had done to him. Every full moon had been filled
with wave after wave of torture as his wolf struggled to burst from his skin,
clawed at his stomach lining and gnawed on his ribs in every attempt to escape
its prison. He'd been through it enough times to know that the pain never
changed, never lessened, but each full moon it seemed to intensify. And then
his pack would make it worse. Would use him until he couldn't cry any longer,
until his eyes dried and his mind was no longer susceptible to his body. Until
his emotions numbed and his body stopped trying to fight each intrusion. Until
everything blackened.
“Der?” Stiles held the collar loosely in his hands and called out to Derek who
seemed to be lost in his own mind. Stiles had a feeling that what he was
thinking wasn't anything good.
“Huh? Oh, oh yeah.” Derek tilted his head back to allow stiles to place the
collar around his neck but when he did a low growl sounded. This was starting
to become a usual thing with Stiles. The growling thing.
Stiles tried to hold it back but really who could blame him? A highly
attractive omega was submitting to him. Really he should get a medal for just
growling and not claiming.
“Down boy, he's not coming on to you.” Leave it to Lydia to embarrass Stiles
like no one else could.
Stiles cleared his throat and swallowed, tamping down on his vocal cords which
threatened to vibrate again. Once composed Stiles gently set the collar against
the soft skin of Derek’s throat, only gulping a few times to clear the saliva
that almost dripped from his lips, and clasped it shut. The metal dinged a few
times before tightening itself to fit a little too snugly against Derek’s
throat.
Derek tried to sit still. He’d been through the procedure only once before and
he’d been too young then to remember the pain now. He knew he’d screamed the
first time, yelled until his voice cracked, but he doesn’t remember it clearly
enough to be able to brace himself for the repeat performance.
It’s a surprise when electrodes seem to pulse in the collar and another when
Derek actually feels the electricity that flows straight into his neck. He’s a
step away from screaming and when the voltage escalates he takes that last
step, his lips parting to allow his shrill voice its escape route. Derek
pitched forward, screaming, hands shifted to claws that scratched and grated
against the metal in an attempt to rip it away.
Stiles could barely stand to watch. Derek was so frantic to get the thing off
he’d shifted his hands and teeth. As he tried to claw the collar away Derek
ripped at flesh too. He could only watch in complete horror as skin was ripped
away and blood was splattered across the floor and couch. Stiles was too scared
of Derek to move forward and stop the onslaught.
Jackson wasn’t. Not more than a few seconds later Jackson had crouched down in
front of Derek, the clawed hands held in each of his own, and a small smile on
his face. Derek was panting hard from the exertion and the pain but he wasn’t
wolfed out, couldn’t if he tried now. His eyes were dulled by exhaustion and
couldn’t properly focus on Jackson’s face but he looked in the general
direction and that was enough.
“You’re okay. The pack is right here. We don’t want to hurt you and we’re
sorry. Come on man, you’re okay,” he repeated the words over and over until
Derek seemed to come back to himself and leaned heavily on Jackson, almost
toppling him over from the suddenness of the movement more than from his slight
weight.
“I’m going to hate tonight,” Derek whispered into Jackson’s shirt collar.
 
***** Kate's return *****
Chapter Summary
     Dun, Dun, Dun. Kate....naked...
Chapter Notes
     ENJOY THE KATE. JK HATE HER!!
Stiles was on the verge of panicking and the pack knew it. The uptick in his
heart and the speed of his breathing clued them in quickly. They figured he was
reacting to Derek's pain.
“Stiles, let's go outside for a minute,” Danny said smiling. He was just as
worried about Stiles as he was Derek but clearly his alpha needed him more.
Derek sat, somewhat fearfully, watching Stiles as his breathing turned to gasps
and his eyes squeezed shut on the tears that clearly threatened to spill out.
Danny was more worried that Stiles was reacting more than Derek.
Stiles nodded his head borderline frantically and grasped at Danny's shoulder
to lean but neither men moved. Derek gripped Jackson’s shirt tighter,
accidentally scrapping blunt nails across his collarbone. Jackson didn’t even
move at the pain.
Yes, Jackson used to be an asshole, he would be the first one to admit it.
Well, his entire pack would still call him one and as if he had to live up to
the name he would often do some douche like things but it was shallow at best.
He was different after joining up with the spastic Stiles Stilinski. A pack did
wonders for his self-esteem and his anxiety. During high school Jackson was
always pressured to be the captain of the lacrosse team and the top jock, but
after graduating and being accepted into the pack, Jackson had cleaned up his
act. Which is why he could show affection like this. Sure, he never had before
but that didn’t mean he couldn’t.
It was a time later that his pack sat down somewhere around Derek in the living
room, smiling and joking with each other. Stiles couldn’t bring himself to
relax. Despite Derek’s calming smile Stiles could see the amount of pain he was
in still etched across his face. While his pack was consoling him in the best
way they knew how, by having fun, Stiles couldn’t bring himself to relax in the
slightest.
“Stiles, Derek is okay. He’ll be fine, I promise. Let’s take a walk,” Danny
said again. He softly maneuvered him toward the door. Derek turned to watch
them leave, an almost unnoticeable pout on his lips before Scott nudged him on
the shoulder and he refocused on the conversation about pop culture, something
he had no idea about.
“So, you took that better than I thought you would,” Danny said. Stiles wiped a
hand down his face and sighed.
“Oh yeah, starring shocked and frozen from the other side of the room as Derek
rips away at his skin is exactly what a good alpha would do.” There was
bitterness and anger in his voice.
“You’re a great alpha. This is just a new experience, you’re learning. Derek
doesn’t need a perfect alpha, just a caring one.”
Sometimes Danny was too wise. “I just want to be a good alpha for him. He’s had
such a shit life I don’t want him to suffer that anymore. He’s been with us for
a few weeks now and he’s already back in that damn collar.”
“But it’s for one night. Derek’s taking it okay now. He’s not doing this alone
and neither are you.” Danny grabbed onto Stiles’ shoulder and tugged him back
to stop their walking. They hadn’t made it very far but Danny didn’t want to
wander too far from the den least Derek need Stiles. “We should head back,
Derek might need you as the night wears on.”
Stiles nodded and they headed back. The house was just coming into view when a
wolf jumped from the trees beside them, already snarling. Stiles jumped back,
pulling Danny along with him.
“Who the hell are you?!” Stiles yelled. The wolf snarled again before shifting
back. It was female, naked like the day she was born, long brown hair sweeping
down her breasts and Stiles really shouldn’t be looking at her with drool on
his chin but really, he’s a teen at heart...and mind.
“Sorry for the interruption. I was chasing a rabbit but it got away and I heard
a noise. I guess it was you,” she smiled, rows of perfect pearly whites. Her
brown eyes glistening black in the faint moon light. Danny, apparently the only
one of the two not affected by boobs, pulled at Stiles’ shirt. Once he had the
alpha’s attention he whispered lowly to him. Stiles had to strain to hear.
“That’s Kate. Derek’s alpha.”
Stiles jerked to attention, glaring daggers at her. “You’re Kate Argent. The
alpha that abused an omega.” Stiles’ words dripped malice. Kate simply flipped
her hair over her shoulder revealing more of her body than Stiles was really
comfortable with.
“And you’re Stiles Stilinski, alpha of Beacon Hills, unmated with eight betas
all in their early twenties,” Kate smiled a little brighter, a little more
feral, before she took a step toward them. Stiles and Danny stepped back.
“What are you doing here? You’re the ones who left Derek out in the forest to
die you can’t honestly want him back.” Danny spat at her. She laughed, a tad
maniacally, and sashayed forward. Neither of the boys stepped back this time.
“Of course I don’t want that thing back. You haven’t the slightest idea how
used it is. You see, I didn’t come here for him,” Kate practically sneered. And
instantly Stiles lost all attraction to her. Her personality was too ‘Kate’ for
him.
“Then why are you in my territory? If you knew this wasn’t open land why did
you enter?”
“Hun, you really think we could simply let that slut live? He was supposed to
die out there. He’s the proof that could get us killed.”
Stiles, somewhere in the back of his mind, knew that this occurrence would
happen. Kate would come back to kill Derek simply because she’d be facing the
death sentence for his abuse. There were rules for werewolves. Not many but
some and enslavement, abuse, child abuse, rape were all against them, just to
name a few.
“Dear,” Stiles replied mock sweetly, “you really think you’re going to get near
him again? I’ll kill you first.” Kate scoffed at him.
“You are so stupid. Really. Did you think I came alone? I’m stalling the
strongest member, the alpha, while my pack, which is much stronger than yours,
kills them off,” she giggled.
Stiles could scream for how stupid he was. Of course she hadn’t come alone. Of
course she’s the distraction.
“Oh, and btw, we’ll be sure to make his death…nice and slow…brutal even,” she
dodged back when Stiles surged forward to strike at her. She was fast and
nimble, twisting away from every swipe of claws.
“Alpha, Stiles! We really don’t have the time to take her out. We need to get
to Derek!” Danny yelled out. Stiles wanted nothing more than to kill her now,
leave her in a lake of her own blood, but Danny was right. At the moment they
needed to get to Derek and the rest of the pack.
“Better hurry, alpha. Oh, and thank you for making this so easy. A walk in the
woods on a full moon, haven’t had an easier job yet,” Kate mocked. Stiles tried
to ignore her, focus his mind on running. They weren’t far from the house but
they needed to be there twenty minutes ago.
 
***** The Fire *****
Chapter Summary
     ...and it burns, burns, burns, the ring of fire, the ring of fire.
Chapter Notes
     Sorry not sorry for this chapter. Or the summary. Or this story in
     gen. You guys wanted the next chapter. Now you have to deal with this
     cliff hanger until I get the next one out. Muwahahahahaha.
Smoke. God there was smoke. Stiles, being the the sarcastic mess he was, had
the thought that maybe the pack burnt the popcorn. He knew better. There was
too much smoke for it to be something as domestic as that.
The den was set ablaze. As Danny and Stiles came nearer and nearer all they
could see was the black shape of the house licked with flames of orange and red
as they grew. The fire blazed into the night sky, seemingly lighting it up as
well.
Stiles slid to a stop a safe distance away, eyes glued to the sight in front of
him. Danny was screaming now. Screaming for Isaac mostly but other names were
included as he kept running. Stiles didn’t have the mind set to reach out a
hand and grab him and so Danny kept running, up the porch steps and through the
busted down door.
Watching Danny run inside had ignited his alpha role and he threw himself down
to the ground and sprinted for all he was worth inside and after Danny. The
heat burned all around him, flames nicking at his arms and face. Wood creaked
as it was weakened and beyond the living room Stiles could hear as beams from
the ceiling fell. Danny was already tearing through the house, flames
preventing Stiles from following.
“Danny! Come back!” Stiles yelled from the stairs.
“They’re up here! Danny called back. Stiles only had a second of debating
before an image of Derek, broken and scared, appeared in his mind and he was
climbing the crumbling stairs after Danny.
“In here!”
Stiles bedroom. Of course they’d be there. Inside, Stiles saw the mess Kate’s
pack had left. His pack were all knocked unconscious, their skin torn and
shredded by claws and teeth alike. Erica seemed the best off, only a trickle of
blood from the back of her head staining her blonde hair. The worst off was
Isaac. God the blood that pooled around him.
“Isaac! Isaac! Come on baby,” Danny lightly tapped at his shoulder, his hand
coming back bloody. “Oh god, Stiles!”
Stiles could only stare shell shocked. This was the pack he’d spent years
training, developing, and Kate’s had taken them out in five minutes tops. They
were as good as dead if Stiles didn’t do something right now.
“Danny, we have to get everyone out now!” Stiles yelled over the roar of the
flames. Danny wasted no time in grabbing Isaac carefully and bounding outside.
Stiles grabbed Jackson and Allison, one draped over each shoulder. His eyes
were still blazing red from earlier, his alpha power pushing for him to save
his pack. He could have carried the rest had he not had to worry about making
their injuries worse. Most were already healing but some, the ones Stiles
supposes were from Zayne, stayed longer.
Danny rushed back in and quickly grabbed Erica while Stiles rushed down the
stairs. Bursting into the cool night air felt great but Stiles hardly had the
time to enjoy it before he was forced to run back into the burning building to
grab the others. Boyd and Lydia were thrown over his shoulders and he was
halfway to the drop off point when Danny yelled after him.
“Derek isn’t in here!” Stiles felt his blood run cold, or stop altogether, as
he stood there. Derek wasn’t inside? Did ‘they’ take him?
“Everyone’s out? And Derek isn’t inside, you checked everywhere?” Stiles
grabbed at Danny’s shoulders nearly shaking him in his hysterics. “Everywhere
everywhere?”
Danny nodded his head, looking both worried and scared. When Stiles released
him Danny ran over to sit beside Isaac. There were already sirens in the
distance and Stiles wanted to double check Danny’s claims but he knew the
building would collapse at any minute and he couldn’t really risk his life in a
fire. His pack needed him and if Danny said Derek wasn’t in there then there
was a 99% chance that he wasn’t. Which meant that Kate had taken him. God
Stiles just...
He barely made it two steps away from his pack before his non-existant dinner
came up. It was mostly stomach acid which burned his throat and tasted just
awful. Stiles couldn’t believe how often he’d thrown up recently. Werewolves
had too good of an immune system to be sick this often.
“Stiles, we’ll find him. I promise, we will not stop looking ‘til we find
Derek.”
“Or his body,” Stiles hated admitting it himself, had even whispered it in an
attempt to keep it from becoming a serious thought, however that logic worked,
but he refused to let that thought stay longer than the time it took to mutter
it. As the squad cars pulled up, Stiles took a deep breath and walked forward.
 
 
***** Little Bit of Torture *****
Chapter Summary
     Derek is taken by Kate and Zayne. OH NO!
Chapter Notes
     #sorrynotsorry #feels
     IMPORTANT EDIT/ALTERATION: I am from here on making the story present
     tense instead of past tense. It's easier for me to write. Sorry if
     that bothers anyone, I'll eventually rewrite the first chapters to be
     this way as well. Enjoy this chapter!
There is the sound of rough breathing. Exhale. Inhale with a wheeze. Lungs are
burning. Exhale. Wheezing. Inhale. Not enough air. Coughing. 
"Derek, sweetie, try not to cough all over me," the voice is eerily familiar
and Derek shudders from the memories it brings. There are hands holding him
down, a mouth biting at his neck, claws scraping at his sides, peeling away
flesh strips at a time. There’s a man on top of him, a cruel smirk across his
face as he licks at Derek’s lips.
“Focus,” the man slaps Derek across the face hard enough to cause his head to
fly to the side and hit the wire fence he’s restrained against. His wrists and
ankles are tied with bob wire, his throat restrained by some thin metal that
cuts into his throat and he’s pretty sure that’s why he’s wheezing. Why he
can’t get the amount of air his lungs are demanding.
“Is it awake yet?” Derek opens his eyes finally, knows he has to face this even
though he really wishes he didn’t have to. Dante and Zayne stand in front of
him, smirks on both their faces and a gleam in their eyes that make him shiver.
“Yeah, so shall we officially begin? Kate did say we could start without her,”
Zayne turns slowly, facing a table behind him and Derek finds himself trying to
see what it holds. He wants to know what torture he’ll be subjected to rather
than wait for the surprise but he can’t.
There’s chuckling from Dante as Zayne picks something up, turning slowly for
some weird added effect before tilting the butchers’ knife, no doubt laced with
wolfsbane, reflecting the dim lighting back into Derek’s eyes. He wants to
flinch and turn away but he knows from previous experience that the metal
wrapped around his throat would cut it open and his werewolf powers would only
heal over it. When they were ready to move him he’d have to rip the thin metal
from under however many layers of skin it had cut under and yeah, Derek
remembers that time clearly and he’s not ready to re-experience that.
“I know it’s a little toned down compared to what we usually do but we have to
make do for now. Kate has a fun little surprise for you later.
Zayne sets the knife against Derek’s right peck, just over his heart and slides
it down. It leaves a trail of red liquid and when Zayne reaches just over the
tops of his pants he takes the blade away, replaces it in the same spot and
draws the line again. Its slow going, digging deeper and deeper a few layers of
skin at a time and Derek hisses from it. He still can’t breathe.
“This is boring Alpha. Take it up a notch.” Dante licks his lips, a feral gleam
in his eye that makes Derek shiver again. He doesn’t want it. He doesn’t want
this. He wants to be back with Stiles, with the pack that cared about him. He
wants to cuddle on the couch again and watch some stupid movie about a girl and
a boy falling in love but he knows he’ll never have that again. Because he
watched as Dante, Zayne, and Copper attack them, watched as they set the den
ablaze and dragged him away. He’d watched it all and he knows that they
couldn’t have gotten out while unconscious and Kate was off with Stiles and no.
No, no, no. Stiles didn’t deserve to die at the hands of Kate.
Derek coughs again, the metal digging into his skin and the bob wire piercing
his wrists. It all hurts and Derek hates that he knows without a shadow of a
doubt that it’ll only get worse. That this isn’t even the tip of the iceberg,
but the clouds that float over it.
“Kate’s okay if we use him right?” Dante glides his claws down both of Derek’s
sides, the pain intensified by his body trying to heal and the collar
preventing it. He wants to scream but can’t. Wants to breath but can’t. Wants
to be anywhere but here but can’t.
“I don’t think she’d mind. I’ll leave him to you. I have to check on the
others,” he tosses the knife back on the table and Derek can hear the clang as
it hits other metal items. “Just, remember, nothing too extreme.” He leaves
with a slam of the heavy metal door. Derek knows this place. The basement that
he’s practically lived in all his life. He knows he’s ‘home’ but somehow the
place is different. He can’t place why but it is. Before he can focus enough to
analyze the room Dante is in front of him, clippers snapping the bob wire
around his wrists and ankles and finally the one around his neck. The clippers
grab his skin and Dante laughs at his flinch; laughs at the whine of pain that
Derek emits.
When he’s fully released Derek feels his legs about to give out when Dante
grabs his hips, keeping him standing, before slinging him atop the table.
Knifes and other sharp objects cut across his chest before sliding to the
floor. Derek has a moment to mutter a low ‘ow’ before Dante is behind him,
ripping away his borrowed jeans and throwing them off somewhere. Derek shivers
from the cold wind that blows across his skin now before shuddering and gasping
as Dante shoves in.
He screams. He knows he does. He can hear it in his ears, too loud and noisy
and hurtful and he knows it doesn’t help the situation in any way at all but he
can’t not.Dante huffs against his neck causing him to shudder again. He hates
this. Hated it the first time and every time after. This is the worst
punishment they could do to him, and he hates that it always happens. That his
life has been spent as their toy, that he can never do anything right to stop
this from happening.
“Damn, just as tight as always,” he grinds their hips together, claws buried in
his skin so deep he thinks they might actually be between his ribs. Dante pulls
out slowly, relishing in the way Derek hisses between clenched teeth before
slamming forward, clawed hands pulling him back full force. Derek screams
again, throat sore and tingling from dehydration, mild smoke inhalation from
the fire, and overuse in such a short time. His hips are throbbing, his sides
burning and he hurts.
Dante doesn’t slow down at all. He pistons inside, yanking Derek back to meet
each thrust and Derek licks at the tears that stream down his face. He needs
something to calm his throat and they just keep coming so…
The thrusting slows only a little before Dante simply grinds forward into him,
releasing his seed as far as he can and he nips and licks at Derek’s neck
before shifting his teeth and biting down full force on his carotid artery.
Derek feels Dante sucking at his skin, knows he’s swallowing his blood and it
makes him sick; this ritual Dante has that’s pure vampire though he isn’t one.
He’s going to pass out from blood loss, he knows it, and isn’t surprised when
the edges of his vision start shifting and darkening. Isn’t surprised when
everything goes black and he can’t feel the cooling heat still dripping inside
him.
***** Lydia'd Make One Damn Good Alpha *****
Chapter Summary
     Lydia is clearly the voice of reason and ready to kick some damn ass.
Chapter Notes
     After reading all the comments since this long story started I have
     come to the conclusion that all you fan people are Lydias' and Lydia
     is ready to kick some scumbag ass, much like all of you are ready to
     read. So here is her rallying up the troops. Next chapter or two
     should contain the fight you all want so bad. Give me time to make it
     some really dramatic shit okay?
     Comments make me so happy. Leave them please.
Derek whines. He can’t breathe right; he can’t inhale like his body demands.
Kate had beat him within inches of his life like it was her favorite game to
play. Beat the boy bloody and senseless. She had racked her manicured fingers
through hair, grabbing fistfuls before yanking him forward. She buried her fist
in his stomach and laughed. Kicked him in the ribs before grinding her six in
heel into the tender flesh she’d blacked and bruised.
Dante had taken him four more times since he’d awoken after that. Had roughly
thrust inside each time, biting at his flesh and leaving horrible looking marks
along his neck and shoulder blades. Had scratched at his skin in the heights of
his ecstasy.
Zayne had surprisingly been the most subdued, sticking to a few hits and kicks
here and there but nothing nearly as bad as he was known to do. The hits were
softer (still painfully hard mind you) but gentler than Derek could ever
remember him being. And that scared Derek more than anything they’d done so
far. Why? What was wrong that Zayne didn’t hurt him like usual?
Derek whines. He loves that they left him alone for a bit. That he gets to
relax for at least a little bit as he waits for the next round of torture to
begin. He knows it’s coming and yes, it vaguely scares him shitless but this
moment of peace is too good to pass up.
===============================================================================
 Stiles slides down his childhood door, the knob lodging itself into his ribs
and sliding up until it’s digging painfully into his armpit then shoulder. The
room itself is a nest of his pack members, now awake and all looking at him
worriedly like he’s the one who was passed out in their burning home. Like he
was the one who was attacked and left for dead. Like he was worse off than
them.
“Stiles?” Scott sounds unsure as he pulls himself into a sitting position
beside Isaac on the bed. He hadn’t been badly hurt, the wounds were deep but
there were few of them. He inhales with a wince of pain as his abdomen expands
and Stiles, though not exactly focused on watching him, notices. “We’re sorry
we couldn’t stop them.”
Stiles, had he been capable of frantic emotions at the time, would have ran
over and knocked some damn since into his childhood best friend for that stupid
comment. For apologizing for fighting for all they were worth. For losing in a
battle Stiles knows they couldn’t win anyway.
“Don’t Scott. You’re all hurt and I wasn’t there to help. If anyone should be
apologizing it’s me. I shouldn’t have left.” Stiles swipes a hand through his
hair. His bones feel like lead in his body and he can’t help the way he looks
crumpled on the ground.
“Stilinski, don’t even start. We all feel bad but this mourning shit isn’t
going to help anything. Get up. We need to locate Derek and get him back.”
Lydia’s applying some kind of salve to her forehead where a nasty cut lines
from one eyebrow up to her hair line and Stiles wonders if it doesn’t go
further. The wounds aren’t healing like they were supposed to. After most of
them had awoken, Stiles had asked why they weren’t healing like they should be.
Allison had said that the pack who attacked, all wore some kind of nails, a
covering of some sort, which smelt unnaturally like wolfsbane. Stiles had
almost retched. What kind of hunters did they have as allies that would make
weapons to hurt werewolves…to be used by werewolves?
“I don’t know. Where do we even start? The den is gone. There won’t be traces
of their scents anywhere around there, it’s all smoke and ash. Depending on
their transportation they could be anywhere from a few miles away to a
continent. Any suggestions on what we do next?” And yeah, Stiles sounded a
little angry. His words came out a little clipped and he held a level, yet
subdued glare at Lydia who, after looking up at him over her compact, glared at
him like he tried to tell her she was a bleach blonde bimbo. A guy had done
that once after a mishap happened at the salon and she came out as the worst
blonde imaginable. She’d decked the guy so hard four teeth had come out. She
glared her warning first.
“You, don’t take that tone with me. Let’s break it down shall we? Derek is
probably being raped right now, being thrown down on a dusty floor with two,
maybe four, guys drilling inside him right now,” Lydia hates that Stiles
flinches at her words, hates that he shrinks in on himself, but he needs some
sense knocked into him. “He’s probably screaming your name, wanting help,
wanting out. Right now Kate’s probably clawing words into his skin knowing that
he can’t heal. She’s probably telling the wolves how to fuck him just so---“
“STOP IT!” Stiles roars. There’s a growl emitting from his throat and his claws
are shredding the carpet beneath them.
Lydia doesn’t smile as she lifts herself up from the bed and walks slowly over
to her alpha. The one she’s just enraged. “Stiles, he needs us. You acting like
there’s nothing we can do now, is bringing us all down. Don’t let him down.
Stand up, roar like the alpha you are, and find your omega.”
Stiles hates the internal conflict he has at her words. Hates the part of him
that constantly tells him how stupid that is. How there aren’t any roads to
follow now, how there’s no leads. But he knows she’s right. Knows it like he
knows she’d make one hell of an alpha if she’d wanted to. But she stays at his
side like his right hand woman because she knows Stiles needs her more than any
other pack out there. And he loves her for it. Loves her unlike he loves Scott,
so much more, but it’s somehow different. It’s a class all its own and all he
knows about it is that it isn’t romantic love or sibling love like Scott. He
knows there’s a lot of admiration mixed in it too.
“Your right. He needs us. We have to find him, kill that pack—“
“Slowly” Lydia chimes in.
“—and get my mate back.” Everyone looks at him with a mix of confusion and
adoration. It’s like Stiles doesn’t even know what he’s said or what it means
and Lydia pats him on the back.
“Yeah, we’ll get your mate back,” she’s smirking as Stiles flounders. He
twitches his arms and legs and he’s gasping and spouting nonsense trying to
cover up his mistake but Lydia will have none of his shit. “You love him, he’s
your mate, and it’s stupid that you realize that now. When he’s gone. So let’s
get him back and be done with this convo alright?” She’s smiling perfect teeth
his way and he sighs because she’s right. She’s always right.
***** The Outing *****
Chapter Summary
     Lydia makes a discovery. Dun dun dun, Laura and Cora?! There is also
     a lot death. Like damn. Slayed pack. Derek's given up. Kate's still a
     bitch.
Chapter Notes
     This is so long compared to my other chapters. This hit 10 pages in
     MSW. Damn. Hope you guys like. It's not as climatic as I wanted but I
     like it anyway. I also wanted to bring in some more badass females so
     here's Laura Hale. Comments and Kudos are always welcome!
Blood stains the floor beneath him. His eyes are blurry from the blood loss and
he’s weak in the knees. He knows he needs to keep standing but he knows it’s
only a matter of time before he gives out and he collapses; knows that when he
does it’s over but can’t bring himself not to.
The guy, the alpha, steps towards him. His claws are sheathed in something
laced with some kind of new wolfsbane and he knows it’ll hurt when he’s stabbed
again but can’t dodge the blow fast enough. They tear through his shirt and dig
into soft flesh. He screams. It’s a few seconds before he’s down, splashing in
his own blood next to Scott.
Isaac flies from the bed gasping in air so fast he’s choking and coughing. He
grabs for his chest, pressing in just enough to somehow ease the pain and
taking deep breaths. Scott pushes the door open quietly, peeking in around it
to see Isaac.
“Hey, how do you feel?”
Isaac wants to say like shit, wants to scream that he feels gutted and skinned
alive, wants to shout that he’d failed his alpha and---where the hell is Derek?
“What happed? Where is everyone?!” Isaac’s on the verge of shouting and Scott’s
a little worried that he doesn’t remember the previous conversation. He can
tell the news won’t be easy for him so he slides inside the room, shuts the
door as quietly as possible, and takes a seat on the corner of the bed.
“The packs okay. After the other pack took us out they set the den on fire.
Stiles and Danny were distracted by Kate but when they got to the house they
had just enough time to get us all out. Except for Derek.” Scott pauses to let
it all sink in before looking Isaac in the face. “We will get him back but
right now we’re recuperating. Deaton says that the weapons they used were
hunter made, specifically a group off the cost of California. There are some
contacts Deaton knows that are going to inspect them. He says he’s pretty sure
the group will be arrested within the week so step one is done. No more
supplier.
"Unfortunatly we don’t have any leads to finding Derek. That pack knows how to
cover their tracks. Even Deaton didn’t have any clues. Lydia is contacting
other packs around, see if anyone knows anything about them. Seriously, they
can’t just disappear.”
Isaac looks at him with a dulled expression that Scott can’t identify and
doesn’t really want to. If he had to name it he’d say Isaac looks numb.
“So we failed,” his grip on the blanket tightens and Scott’s sure there will be
punctures in it forever now.
“We weren’t able to protect him. Yeah, we failed. And when we get him back we
can apologize profusely for it. But we have to get him back first,” Scott says.
He knows Isaac needs the same pep talk they’d had (he’d had but forgotten) and
so he places a hand on his shin over the blanket and squeezes. Out of everyone,
exception Danny, Scott and Isaac had the best relationship. They’d become
something of brothers (not nearly as much as Stiles and Scott) and for all
wolves touch was the best way to comfort. “Rest a bit more. I’ll send Danny up
in a few hours, earlier if we find something,” Scott says. Isaac nods and with
a smile Scott leaves the room.
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Derek collapses. His arms are useless now, fanned out beside him, hips being
held up by the body behind him. His knees are grinding into the concrete and
he’s sure they’re scrapped raw by now, probably has been for hours and he can’t
tell if they hurt or not. It’s just really numb.
The body behind him grinds down, forcing Derek forward, cheek scrapping against
the rocks and rubble below him and he can feel the skin peel away and he knows
it hurts but he can’t bring himself to make a noise. His vocal cords have gone
quite hours ago and he can’t speak, can’t scream though he wants to. All he can
think about as the guy behind him empties into his stomach is of the other
pack. How they fought tooth and claw to defend Derek and he’d been the reason
they were hurt. He wonders if they’re all dead or if maybe Stiles survived.
Connor shoves inside, claws digging into the tops of his hips to hold him close
and within minutes of thrusting he’s coming too. Derek blinks and closes his
eyes.
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Lydia taps her perfect stiletto nails on the space bar lightly in irritation.
Stiles had watched her type and stare at the computer screen for hours. Allison
had offered her food twice and each time Lydia had waved her away and huffed.
He doesn’t know how many packs she’s contacted now or if they’ve even
responded. The one time he asked her how it was going she’d turned burning
yellow eyes at him and snarled. Stiles figured it meant ‘not well’ and left her
alone.
Scott had trotted down the stairs about an hour ago. Stiles had told him to
check on the rest of the pack. He sighed and sat down, relaying the statuses
and rubbing a hand through his hair. Stiles knew he was stressed just as much
as Lydia and he wishes he could do something to alleviate that stress but he
doesn’t know if there is anything, short of Derek being okay and in this very
room that would do the trick.
“OH. MY. GOD.” Lydia’s jaw drops and she’s standing in front of the computer in
seconds. She’s on the verge of jumping up and down when Stiles is beside her
trying to make sense of the words on the screen.
“What?! Damn it girl, tell me what?!”
“I found them. There’s a pack in New York that knows of them. Said they had a
cub 18 years ago but the parents were killed mysteriously when the child was
three. They were killed off by a pack under an Alpha named Kate. Says that the
cub was thought to be dead too but after reading my description of him thinks
the boy may belong to that pack.”
Stiles doesn’t know how that translates into ‘I found him’ but he’s gripping
her hands tightly and spinning her nonetheless.
“Sorry to interrupt but that doesn’t tell us where Derek is now,” Scott says.
Not to be brought down Lydia smiles. “The pack says they kept a piece of the
clothing that they managed to rip off one of the betas. She kept it to keep the
smell and had her pack search for them for months. After a year they gave up on
finding them. Said they had to have left the state and every state surrounding
it. We could use that, use the scrap of fabric to trace their scent. I don’t
think they left the state yet---“ just then a ding erupted from the computer
and Lydia threw Stiles to the side in order to get back to it. Her smile is
dangerous.
“The alpha as given permission for seventeen of her packmate’s to fly down with
the fabric and to aid us. Seventeen! They won’t stand a chance.”
The computer dings again. Lydia can’t even bring herself to read the next email
aloud. Instead she pulls Stiles by the shirt collar until his face is inches
from the screen.
Laura
To: Lydia
        The parents of that child were my mother and father. Me and my sister
where the only ones to survive out of the pack. I took over as alpha and have
since then created a new, stronger pack. I would not only love to assist in
finding these monsters, but I want to kill the one named ‘Kate.’ If you’ll
allow us I would like to fly myself and my sister along with the seventeen
members out to California. I want my brother back.
Stiles is in shock. Derek has family. Derek has a family. Derek has sisters.
Derek has an alpha. A damn alpha who wants him back. When they rescue Derek
he’ll go live with them. He won’t get to keep his mate. NO!
“Tell her she can’t have him.” Stiles says petulantly. Lydia frowns at him.
“You know that’s not what I’m going to say. She is his sister, he has family.
He will want to know them. Stiles he’ll still be your mate, you don’t even know
if he’ll want to go with them.” She pats his head before pushing him aside.
“Anyway, top priority is to get him back. I’m emailing her.”
Stiles watches her fingers type away at speeds he’d tried once. It put letters
all over the screen that were definitely not words. He reads over her shoulder
as she does so.
Lydia
To: Laura
         We would dearly appreciate it if you would come and assist us. I’m not
sure my alpha will give up the chance to kill the bitch, given what Derek’s
been through because of her, but I’ll let the two of you work that out. How
soon can you get here?
She sends the email and Stiles has a small smile on his face. Lydia is
definitely his best friend. (Sorry Scott).
They wait impatiently for the next email. When the computer dings again Stiles
leans in to read it.
Laura
To: Lydia
         We can be there tomorrow afternoon. What do you mean ‘what Derek’s
been through’? What did she do to him? You didn’t say he was hurt. What did
that bitch do!
Lydia can’t bring herself to email the truth about her brother to his own
sister so she simply emails back that they’ll talk when she arrives and that
she’ll send over two of their beta’s (Jackson and Boyd) to pick them up from
the airport. They don’t have a vehicle that can hold that many people so she
sends a quick update that she’ll rent two vans as transportation. Stiles wants
to hug her. She thinks of everything.
Scott, the one who had stayed relatively calm on the couch the entire time
finally let his eyes close. He’s been awake for almost three days now attending
to the more wounded and he’s exhausted. It’s not even a minute later that he’s
out.
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Laura cusses. Her demeanor falters in front of her pack, the ones lodged into
the little office space, and she cusses more. Cora, her sister, places a hand
on her shoulder. She’d read each email and response aloud, allowed her pack to
know the ugly truth of her past, how she’d lost everything. She was calling on
their help and she wanted them to know what and who they would be taking out.
All heads nodded emphatically when she’d asked for their help.
She decided to play it safe. Tell the Beacon Hills pack that she was only
sending over seventeen members but really that was her and her entire pack.
They were leaving the New York territory of theirs unprotected and while she
hated the thought of doing it she knew she had to. She was only twenty five but
she’d lost her brother and if she had to give up the land she’d strived for
then fine. There was no price too large for her little brother. She’d do the
same for Cora.
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She breathes in the clean air. Takes in the sights. Looks around as her pack
stands tall behind her, Cora standing beside her. She stands taller, looking
for the betas who are supposed to meet her here. She doesn’t know what to
expect, doesn’t know if they’re telling the truth or not about her brother but
she can’t help but believe them. Laura caresses the zip lock bag in her pocket
containing the scrap of shirt she’d been able to grab that horrid day so many
years ago. She shivers at the prospect of finally being able to seek revenge
for her family.
“You Laura?” The guy in front of her is blond, tall and muscular, strong. She
nods. The guy beside him is tall as well, black with the aura of danger around
him. He nods and with a quick wary glance at her pack reaches out his hand. She
shakes it.
“I’m Boyd and this is Jackson. We’re here to escort you to the ex-alpha’s
house.” Boyd smiles at her.
“I’m Laura, these are my betas and omegas.” She knows there isn’t time for long
introductions now. “I thought we were going to your territory?” She can’t be
too trusting of this new pack. Lies are a bad start and she’s beginning to
think this might have been the wrong decision.
“Our den was burnt down by that psycho bitch Kate and her lackeys. We’ve been
staying with the alpha’s father until it can be rebuilt.” Boyd says. It’s rare
he swears but it seems Kate has that sway on a person that makes the worst of
language come out.
“Oh, alright.”
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Stiles is going to make a rut in the floor, his dad just knows it. There’s
already scuff marks across the living room. “Stiles, stop please. You’re going
to drive me insane kid.”
“I need to do something, I need to move, to –to. I don’t even know. Dad, I
don’t know. This girl, this alpha could take Derek away from me. I can’t…” John
sighs. It’s news to him that his son found his mate in some scraggly teenager
and he’s happy his son is happy but it would have been nice to meet the kid
before he ended up kidnapped and his sons house went up in flames. You take one
trip and bam. The stuff you miss. 
“Look kid, I know you’re energized like the battery bunny but you have to calm
down. What is this other pack going to think when they walk in and you’re
bouncing off the walls?”
“He’s right dude, calm down.” Isaac chimes in from the couch. He’d insisted on
being present, stated that his wounds weren’t nearly as bad as they used to be
and demanded to be a part of this. Stiles relented on the terms that he stay on
the couch.
Danny sat with Isaac’s head in his lap, Erica in the recliner waiting for Boyd
to come back, Lydia on the couch with Stiles in the middle of her and Scott
(when he finally relented and plopped down), and John stood in the kitchen
hugging up to Melissa. They looked sickeningly sweet to Stiles and Scott both.
There was a knock at the door that sent him jumping up. Lydia roughly pushed
him back down and stood herself to get it. As she ushered everyone inside,
everyone stood and moved to stand behind Stiles.
“Hello, alpha Stilinski was it?” Stiles nods. “It’s nice to meet you. I am
alpha Laura Hale of the New York pack. This is my sister and beta Cora Hale.
She motioned to the girl beside her, brown hair touching below her shoulders
and a petulant smirk on her lips. She didn’t seem impressed by the size of
Stiles pack at all. Or of them.
She went on to name the rest of the faces behind her but Stiles couldn’t begin
to focus for that. The two girls in front of him looked so much like Derek. All
three had dark hair, Derek having black, all three had some unnamable green/
blue/silver/yellow eyes and attractive looks. Stiles can’t help but think that
had it not been Derek it surely would have been Laura.
“Stiles!” Lydia hisses into his ear. She’s not nearly loud enough for the other
pack to hear but Stiles feels embarrassed anyway.
“I’m alpha Stiles Stilinski of the Beacon Hills pack here in California. This
is my father and ex-alpha John Stilinski and his mate Melissa. My betas and
omegas Scott McCall and his mate Allison Argent, Lydia Martin her mate Jackson
Whittmore, Isaac Lahey and his mate Danny Mahealani, and Erica Reyes and her
mate Boyd.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you all, if only it were for better circumstances.
Now, I would like to get straight to business but I have to know, what did she
do to him?” Laura’s eyes flash red and it’s not a threat, not any sign of
aggression geared to Stiles or his pack. It’s simply her losing control over
her emotions. She cares and that’s what Stiles wanted to see.
Stiles goes into the long story of how he found him and what the doctor had
said. Told her about their efforts to care for him and his ‘rules’. By the end
of the discussion Laura had wretched into the nearest trashcan and her eyes
stay crimson. She had wrung her hands to the point they were red from
irritation and her claws had extended. Stiles was a little proud of the anger
she held. He knew if he didn’t get to keep Derek then this girl would protect
him like no one’s business.
“I can’t believe this. He’s been…their toy?” She snarls the word to the point
Stiles isn’t sure what she’s said. He nods. She’s close to a mental breakdown.
Her little brother, the child that smiled a gap toothed smile at her when he
was two; the child that couldn’t pronounce her name and called her ‘Ra’ and
smiled when she acted annoyed; the child that held so many reminders of their
parents was now someone’s sex toy. Laura growled again. She would not stand for
this. Not at all. She would kill every member of that pack, and she would do it
so slowly Derek would be older than her now by the time Kate died.
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“Such a used piece of trash isn't he?” Kate’s voice is mocking, an underlying
tinge of disgust to it. Derek has officially given up. Right now, he believes,
is the lowest he can go. He wishes they’d kill him already. Stop torturing him
and just slit his throat. He’s tired and sore and ready to cry. Not from the
pain he’s felt but simply from the hopelessness he feels. What’s the point in
screaming from the pain when it doesn’t help the situation? What’s the point in
calling for help when no one’s looking? What’s the point in living when your
life is this? He closes his eyes and tries to block out the voices over him.
Laura smiles. Stiles will readily admit it's more predatory than anything Lydia
could produce and that scares the hell out of him but it also calms him. He can
read the bloodlust in her eyes and he can almost imagine the look on Kate’s
face when she shows up.
It hadn’t taken long for Boyd and Jasper (Laura’s pack) to track the scent of
the pack. They’d traveled by foot close to California’s borderline before Boyd
alerted them. The pack was close. Stiles looked around. As far as hiding places
went they had picked a pretty good spot. The place was something rural, trees
spread for miles around and he could just faintly see the outline of a medium
sized shack. They approached closer before Lydia spoke up.
“We should make a plan before just running in there,” she pulled at Stiles’
shirt to stop him. It effectively tripped him and sent him toppling into one of
Laura’s wolves. The dude was burly, near his thirties but sexy-like. Stiles
would not over think that.
“You’re correct. We need a plan. I’m confident we outnumber them so that’s
something on our side. We should split up. Half of my pack will circle around
to the back. The other from the left side circling to the front. We’ll take out
the betas. They won’t last long. You guys head straight in. You are in charge
of getting Derek out. Leave Kate to me,” Laura cracks her knuckles the
bloodlust shining brighter in her eyes. Stiles won’t back down about this
though.
“No. I want the honors of killing that bitch. She’s mine,” Stiles growls at
her. Laura didn’t think he’d have the gall to stand up to her. However, it
isn’t as effective as he thinks.
“I’m taking her out. You will not get in my way. Do you understand?” She takes
a step towards him and while it reassures him that his pack steps forward he
knows he can’t afford to lose their help so he backs down. As long as she dies
what does it matter who does it?
“Fine. But I want to talk to her before you kill her. I have a debt to pay.”
Laura nods and they split up.
Stiles is ready. They wait nearly ten feet away from the shack looking at the
unsuspecting men guarding the door. They’re talking to each other and their
words are pissing Stiles the hell off.
“That kid’s good right? Can’t believe you finally had your first taste
yesterday. Dude, it was hot right?”
The other guy nods. “Man, the kids the shit. I loved it. Though I think I went
a little too easy on the whore.”
Stiles growls before he can stop himself. Of course that gets their attention
and before he can think about what he’s doing Stiles has already ripped out one
of their throats, the one who called Derek a whore, and Laura has the others
still handing off her claws. She squeezes the mess in her hands, enjoying the
feeling of it sliding between her fingers.
“Let’s get the rest of them.” She calmly walks up the stairs and kicks the door
down. Like a badass. Stiles is a little jealous he can’t be that cool. If he’d
tried that he would have sent himself toppling down the steps and he knows it.
“Stop starring lasers at her. She’s too badass to care.” Jackson punches Stiles
in the shoulder lightly. Stiles turns his glare to him before pushing him aside
to enter the house next.
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Kate smiles down at the unconscious omega on her floor. She knows she’s broke
him; knows that he’s never going to be the little kid she’d taken years ago.
Gerard had passed away years before the kid turned 18 and she’d thought about
killing the kid off then but Zayne and Dante still liked him. She’d kept him
for their sake, after all, when Zayne played roughly with Derek he played nice
with her. It wasn’t until Zayne stopped messing around with her altogether that
she’d decided to get rid of him. He was supposed to die out there. She never
would have thought she was that close to another pack. Never thought they’d
take in an omega like him.
It wasn’t even a week after riding herself of Derek that Zayne went back to his
old ways. He took bullying too far when it came to his mate. The cuts and
bruises stayed longer than usual and Kate knew she had to pick up another
child. She’d planned to pick up another boy. Maybe in his early teens this time
so Zayne had someone who would fight back a bit more than Derek had. She just
never imagined that the pack she chose would be the ones who had snagged Derek
up. It was quick thinking when she called her pack to attack. Dante had been
the happiest with the news.
She smiled down at Derek. The poor thing looked done for. He was probably
wishing for death right now. She should show him a little mercy, he did take
the brunt of Zayne’s personality for her. She bent down, claws stretched out,
and ran one along his neck. Derek slowly opened up his eyes. They were dulled,
glossed over and she wondered if he even registered that it was her in front of
him right now.
“Hey, sweetie. How are you feeling?” She says sweetly. Derek doesn’t seem to
know she’d even spoken. “I was going to end this for you but…it seems someone’s
here for you.” Kate stands up and turns to face Zayne in the doorway. His eyes
are red, glowing eerily in the darkness around them.
“We have company.”
Kate smiles. She loves company.
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“The basement. Why is everything in the basement? Don’t these monsters watch
horror movies?” Stiles whines. He’s looking down the stairs to the concrete
basement with a grimace. Of course they chose to hide out in the damned
basement.
They had taken out most of the pack out quite easily when they teamed up two
against one. Stiles was quite pleased with how easily they went down. Now they
had to go into the stupid basement. Like that was ever a good idea.
“Stop being a pussy. Move. I have business with them.” Cora pushes Stiles to
the side and she and Laura lead the rest of them down into the darkness. Cora
and Laura gasp and there’s tears in the corners of their eyes. Stiles has to
look away quickly.
There is a single lamp overhead that illuminates Derek’s body. He’s naked,
curled up on the ground, eyes open but unseeing and he’s shivering but whether
it’s from the cold concrete or from the experience Stiles doesn’t know. It
hurts his heart to know that after 15 or so years this is how his sisters see
him.
“Derek?” Laura asks. Her voice breaks on the ‘k’ but she takes a tentative step
forward. It’s then that Kate and Zayne walks out from the darkness and into the
light. Stiles watches, eyes red and narrowed. He can’t wait to kill them, or to
watch them die in Kate’s case.
“Kate.”
“Aw, I thought we killed all of you. You know, you look a lot like that tramp I
killed. That was your mother wasn’t it? Let me tell you, watching her burn was
the best thrill I got that night.”
Laura growls feral at her. “I’ll kill you slowly for that.” Laura walks forward
a step before freezing. Zayne has Derek tilted up in his grasp, a claw at his
throat just above the collar still around his neck. She can see, now that he’s
uncurled, the wounds he’s sustained. They aren’t healing and that worries her
but she remembers Stiles telling her about the hunter’s collar and she snarls.
There’s so much blood on his skin she can’t make out just how bad his wounds
really are.
“Now now, let’s all calm down. We wouldn’t want my mate here to accidentally
hit his carotid artery now would we?” Kate glances over at Zayne whose finger
twitches and leaves a small scratch over Derek’s jugular. Either place is a
killing point for Derek so Laura retreats.
“Good. It’s nice to see you Stiles, I hate that I missed you before,” Zayne
smiles at him. Stiles wants to cut it off his face.
“What do you want?” Stiles demands. Zayne laughs.
“I don’t want anything. I plan on leaving here with Kate and you all will have
your…thing here back.”
“Not happening!” Laura yells at him. “You both are going to pay for what you’ve
done to my brother.”
Cora takes a hold of Laura’s shirt, tugging lightly to let her know to pull
back a bit. They have Derek by the throat, threats aren’t the way to go right
now. Laura notices too late. Zayne digs his nail into Derek’s neck, just above
the collar and rips to the side. Derek whimpers.
“We won’t tell you again. These are the terms take them or leave them.” Kate
plays with her nails in disinterest.
“Fine,” Cora says. Laura whips her head to look at her and there is an anger
there Cora’s never seen. “We’ll take the deal. You hand us Derek and we’ll let
you go.”
“Well, glad one of you stupid wolves understands. Now will the two alphas
agree?”
Stiles is reluctant to but he nods. Laura takes a few more seconds before
agreeing to. There isn’t a thing they can do with Derek in their grasp.
“How are you doing the exchange?” Lydia asks. Zayne smiles at her.
“Not at all. Stupid.” He cuts a thick line all the way across Derek’s neck and
throws him to the side. While they are distracted he and Kate run towards the
back of the house were a set of stairs leads outside. Lydia and Scott are the
first to snap out of it and run after them followed by a few of Laura’s pack.
Stiles see’s red. He isn’t sure when he pushes Laura and Cora out of the way,
only that he does. He’s kneeling beside Derek in an instant. His hands flutter
around Derek, not sure what he can do to help, to stop the blood, to make
everything better.
“Get the collar off. Get the collar off so he can heal.” Cora pushes at Stiles
back. It’s the best idea they have but Stiles has no idea how Deaton got it off
the first time. The metal isn’t easy to break and if it’s not taken out
carefully the spikes that are tucked into Derek's flesh will cause more damage.
He frowns down at Derek who already looks dead. There’s no color in his face
and his eyes are closed. Stiles can’t breathe. It feels like a weight in his
chest is dropping down into his stomach and a lump is clogging his throat. He
knows the onset of a panic attack when he feels one.
“Stiles, you have to calm down, now is not the time for this,” Danny tells him.
He takes a hold of Stiles shoulders and pulls him away. Laura takes his spot,
testing the collar by lightly pulling at it. She can see a seal right in the
front but she knows this collar, knows how it’s embedded in Derek’s throat and
she knows she can’t just pull the damn thing out. Knows that will only cause
more harm than good. She needs to pull it apart without yanking it. How? How?!
“Laura, calm down. You know how hunters’ weapons work. You’ve studied them for
years. Calm down,” Cora tells her. She’s always been Laura’s rock ever since
their family died and she continues to surprise Laura by being calm and steady
in situations like these.
“You’re right. I know this.” She tilts Derek's head to the side to see the back
of the collar. The metal is connected by a metal hinge that allows the motion
of opening and closing. If she can break that…No, that’ll only stop the motion
all together. She has to find…
“Here,” Laura whispers. She finds the lump in the collar near the right side of
Derek’s throat that holds the wires and probably the wolfsbane. She just has to
disconnect all the wires and the collar should shut down. The spikes will
retract and she can pull it off.
“I need claws over here now!” Laura yells. In an instant her pack surrounds
her. “Someone pull that off,” She points to the metal cover. It takes two
wolves to pull the clasp off. She takes her nails and pulls the wires out. One
is a tube of wolfsbane and it leaks out onto her hand. She hisses and retracts
her hand but doesn’t let the pain deter her. She yanks the collar apart, and
throws it far away. Instantly Derek’s wounds start to heal but the one around
his throat is too slow.
“It won’t heal in time.” Laura’s in a panic as she scans Derek’s body. He’s an
array of colored bruises and red scratches. There’s too much for his body to
heal it can’t work on his neck. Laura sets Derek down and puts both her hands
on his chest. Black veins stretch up her arm and curl around her throat. More
twine down her back and hits her legs. She can feel a dull thrum from her butt
and knows what it's from but refuses to dwell on it. She focuses on the searing
pain in her throat.
Stiles can’t calm down but he knows what’s happening. He rushes forward setting
both his hands on Derek’s cheeks and feels the pain course through his body.
One by one the others touch Derek somewhere to help heal him. It’s an
exhausting process and it takes so long Lydia and Scott have arrived back with
Kate and Zayne in there grasps. Lydia leaves Scott and the other wolves to hold
the two and sets to helping Derek. Kate sneers.
“You really think he’s worth all this?”
“He’s my mate, he’s worth my life,” Stiles snarls out. He’s so focused on Derek
that he doesn’t notice the look Laura and Cora send him.
It seems like hours before the gash is healed around Derek’s neck. His
breathing has evened out and when there isn’t a scratch left for his body to
heal the others move back. Stiles picks the child up and carries him bridal
style upstairs. When he’s on the last step he looks back down at his pack and
Laura’s. He meets her eyes, his a mix of fiery red and golden brown. “Kill
them,” he walks away from Kate’s shrill scream and the snarls of wolves.
 
***** Permanent Damage? *****
Chapter Summary
     Deaton shares some horrible news and Stiles yells.
Chapter Notes
     Guys, I'm sooooooooooooooooooooooo sorry I haven't been updating. I
     have no excuses. I guess I'm just getting a little bored with this
     story. I'll try to end it soon, since I'm not that motivated to crank
     out chapters like I have been. Expect maybe two or three more and a
     happy (?) ending. Also, sorry this chapter is so short but you guys
     want something right?
Stiles’ eyes flickered like broken street lamps all the way home. The red
shining into the night while his unconscious mate slept on in his arms. The
rest of the pack plus Laura’s had caught up to him shortly after he left. Lydia
had reported the death in slow, graphic detail, and the cleanup that took place
afterwards.
“Call Deaton. I want Derek checked out as soon as we get back,” Stiles said.
Scott whipped out his phone and speed dialed the doctor.
“We found him. There’s a lot you need to be caught up on but first we need you
to check him out. All his wounds were healed with assistance but Stiles wants
an expert opinion.” After a few nods from Scott that Deaton clearly couldn’t
see he hung up. “He’ll be at the house in the next ten. He said to lay Derek
down and not to move him too much.”
Stiles nods and the rest of the walk is silence.
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They had risked their lives to save Derek only for Deaton to say it was
probably all of naught.
Stiles had screamed at the doctor then. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN PERMANENT DAMAGE!?
HE’S A FUCKING WERWOLF HE HEALS!”
“He may be a werewolf Mr. Stilinski but he has been in that collar with such
immense physical wounds over such a length of time that his brain has sustained
damage that seems quite permanent. Not to say that he'll never heal, that is a
possibility however it is a small one. I'm sorry to have to give you this news.
I know what the omega is to you but you have to face-“
“No, I have gone through hell and back to get this far with this pack and I
finally found my mate and this sick shit is what he goes through? What kind of
damage? Like memory loss? Will he forget the shit storm his life has been!?”
Stiles hasn't calmed down but his voice is lowered remembering Derek sleeping
upstairs. He doesn't want to wake him from his much needed sleep.
“I really can't tell you. It's not a clean sweep of any one section of his
brain. It appears we'll just have to wait until he wakes up and monitor his
interactions and intelligence. I simply want you prepared for the case that
something is very wrong.” Deaton sweeps his eyes over the rest of the
werewolves around him. “Now, until Derek wakes up I need to look over the rest
of you. The strain of wolfsbane they used seems to be of a new variety- oh
speaking of which Stiles, the hunters responsible for creating and selling this
new wolfsbane and the new weapons you encountered were found and jailed. They
each face life in prison with no parole.”
Stiles wants to smile. He wants to be glad that at least something went right
but he thinks of Derek upstairs and he can't. Can’t bring himself to smile at
Deaton and thank him for letting him know. His chest feels hollow now, much
like it did when Derek went missing in the first place. Stiles wants to scream
and throw a temper tantrum like he did when he was still a young pup, when his
mother was still alive and he thought the worst thing in the world was being
confined away from his toys.
“So we wait,” his voice is breathy, a lump closing his throat because if
there's one thing Stiles sucks at it's waiting.
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It's a few days later that Derek wakes. Deaton sits on the couch, looking over
notes and researching all he can about the cancelation collars and brain
damage. Stiles peers over his shoulder every once in a while to find the screen
of Deaton’s tablet full of miniature text. He doesn't bother trying to read it.
When a low groan came from upstairs Stiles almost fell up the stairs in his
sprint. He did stump his toe a bit but getting to Derek was his top priority
and no stupid stairs were going to stop him.
“Derek?!” Stiles accidentally slams the door open in his haste, the loud noise
startling Derek to the point the poor thing almost falls off the bed. Stiles
reaches to grab him only for Derek to flinch away and whine. He quickly
retracts his hand, bracing it against his chest. “Hey, Derek, it's me, Stiles.
Please, please tell me you remember me.”
Derek is silent and that scares the every loving hell out of him but he waits,
hopes.
“Alpha Stilinski, yes, I remember you. I-“ Stiles doesn't bother listening for
the rest of whatever Derek’s about to say because he remembers him. He hasn't
lost his memories!
“You had me so worried, Deaton said you might have brain damage but…” He
reaches to touch Derek's cheek but Derek once again shifts away and whines.
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Derek knows that touch hurts. No touch is ever nice and he isn’t willing to
take that chance with this alpha. His alpha will be pissed that he's been gone
for…how long has he been gone? What if this alpha killed his other alpha? Who
was his other alpha?
Stiles wants to whine too. Derek, his unknowing mate, just flinched away from
him. Like he was scared. And yeah, Stiles can understand that at least, knows
that Derek won’t want to be touched for some time, maybe even never but he
wants to envelope the little omega in his arms and comfort him nonetheless.
“I’m going to go get Deaton, just relax here for a bit okay?” Stiles steps back
and the forced smile on his face slides away as he watches Derek relax the
further Stiles steps away from him.  He pretends it doesn’t hurt.
***** He's My Mate *****
Chapter Summary
     Stiles has to ask permission to keep Derek...
Chapter Notes
     Okay, so short chapter. Sorry, but enjoy!
Stiles is totally freaking out right now. Derek’s been put on bed rest by
Deaton and instructed both anxious packs to let him sleep. The doctor is now
camped out in Stile’s father’s living room, laptop always in his lap and
constantly watching the screen. Stiles knows that this is about as good a time
as it will get to discuss Derek’s living arrangements with Laura but he can’t.
What if she says no? That Derek has to live with her and her pack in New York?
He can’t let Derek go.
Lydia may be shooting him daggers and then pointing with her eyes at Laura and
Cora, both girls anxiously biting at their bottom lips while trying to watch
some TV show that Jackson had put on. Stiles is pretty sure they already know
just how fake they look. Their thinking. They have no clue who’s trying to kill
the werewolf and who’s the alpha. Stiles smiles at the show before Lydia
catches his attention again. She’s mouthing words out of those luscious pink
lips.
Get your ass over there. NOW.
Stiles takes a deep breath to steady himself, lifts from the couch, turns
towards Laura and Cora, and promptly rushes past them to the kitchen. It’s
seconds later he hears Lydia’s heels click against the floor.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing Stilinski?” Lydia puts her right hand
on the counter top and the other on her hip effectively blocking the doorway.
She’s speaking so lowly that Stiles has to strain to hear her. There’s no way
the others will hear over the noise of the TV.
“I can’t. What if she says no? If I don’t ask she can’t say anything right?
That’s how it works? Besides we should be worrying about Derek first and
foremost. That conversation can wait.” Stiles doesn’t sound confident, keeps
twiddling his thumbs and looking down. He can’t look at Lydia right now. He
knows his argument is invalid, that he’s completely stupid for even saying this
to her.
“Fine, put it off. Wait until Derek’s better and you have to include him. Wait
until Derek is forced between you two while you play tug of war over him. He’ll
have the final say but you two will have to argue about it while he’s lying
there in bed. Poor thing.” She steps back, intent on leaving on that note but
Stiles doesn’t want it to end there.
“What? No, look Derek will get to say what he wants to do anyway, so what does
it matter if I put it off ‘till he wakes up?”
“Oh Stiles. You and Laura are going to need to talk. She might be against it
whether it’s what Derek want’s or not. Wouldn’t it be better to know her stance
before you put her and Derek in a situation like that? Where they might end up
fighting about this decision?” Lydia flips some hair over her shoulder,
stiletto nails glinting in danger. “Don’t make him chose between family and
relationship when he’s still new to both.” She leaves at that and Stiles feels
superbly incompetent as an alpha. He always needs his beta to soothe over
situations and talk reasoning into him and that’s not how he’s supposed act.
It’s about time he’s stepped up into his roll a little better than he has.
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“Laura? Might I speak with you privately?” Stiles stands rigid in the doorway,
a thin line on his face to indicate the seriousness of the situation. Laura
looks at him with surprise before nodding and following. A few of her wolves
look her way, silently asking if she’ll be okay. They are appeased with a
slight nod from her as she leaves the room.
Stiles leads her a few miles into the woods behind the house where a clearing
has set for the past hundred years. Stiles idly remembers all the times he
would come out here to clear his head or release pent up frustrations. Even
after he created the den and moved out he could still be found here should he
become upset or distressed. It’s soothing for him.
“What is this about Alpha Stiles?” Laura’s weary of him, the hesitance in her
voice the dead giveaway.
“It’s about Derek. I am of the assumption that you heard me claim him as my
mate?” Stiles tries to sound authoritative but his voice is shaking just the
tinniest bit and he’s pretty sure Laura heard. If not she’s surely heard his
hammering heart.
“I did. This is true? When did you know?”
“It is true. I don’t know the exact moment. I think it might have been the
moment I found him bloody in the woods behind the den. He’s been so soft spoken
and spooked around us and it hurt to see a wolf act like a rabbit among
predators. I wanted---want to protect him. I’m pretty sure the connection to my
wolves made them feel the same. They would always stay with him when they had
time, or brush by him so he’d have their scent. It was never overpowering and
it never masked mine and that made me so happy. It’s stupid really, how much I
just want him to be happy. His life…god his life…I want him stay here. With
me.” Stiles looks up at her. Laura doesn’t look surprised by his declaration.
“I’m his family. He is ours first and while I appreciate your dedication to him
and letting me know of your intentions, I have my own as well. I want my little
brother back. Living for years thinking my family was all gone but Cora is
something I could never go through again. I can’t know that he’s alive and not
have him by my side.”
Stiles knew deep down in his worst fears that this would be her answer. He
hadn’t really prepared an argument but he can’t give up on this now, not when
he’s finally round up the courage to come this far. “I understand your side as
well. And I would be willing to work something out but he’s my mate. I need him
here with me.”
“You couldn’t even keep him safe. He almost died because you and your pack
couldn’t take down a pack like hers. I can’t possibly let him stay in a place
that isn’t safe for him.”
Stiles gaps at her. So, fangs are coming out? “I seem to recall that we took
them out equally. Neither could have done so by themselves. My pack is strong,
and we’ve fucked up, but he is safe with us.”
“What if another pack comes? Tries to take your territory by going for your
mate? You really think your pack is able to do anything about it? Look at this
logically. My pack is bigger, stronger, and our territory is larger with a more
well-known name. Your pack is small, a flea to a dog in comparison, and your
den is a pile of rubble in the middle of some isolated woods. Who’s the better
fit as caretaker here?” Laura stares at him as he crumbles the slightest bit.
Stiles is beginning to hate this girl. She has all fair points and he has no
rebuttals. Although it feels like his chest is being torn open each time she
utters a truthful syllable, he knows she’s right. How well could he care for
Derek? His mate needs so much more than sarcasm and jokes and that’s really all
he has to offer.  
“Can I visit?”
“What?” For once she sounds surprised so Stiles lifts his head to look her eye
to eye.
“Can I visit him from time to time? You’re right, what’s to say we could keep
him safe? You have the better abilities and my first priority to his safety.
I’ve failed that already and I don’t want it to happen again. But I want to see
him.” Stiles feels like he’s trying to make a deal with the undertaker right
now. If she denies this one request he’s sure he’ll die on the spot. Mates are
serious and he’ll go mad without being able to see Derek.
“I’m proud of you. Most alpha’s try to fight and argue even when they’re in a
losing battle. But you, you worried about Derek above your own feelings and
that’s something I’m highly impressed with. Have you forgotten that I’ve seen
you and your pack fight? You all are strong and I know Kate’s pack was advanced
with weaponry.”
Stiles doesn’t know what she’s saying and therefore has no idea how to respond
past moving his jaw up and down and squinting his eyes in confusions.
“You love Derek. And I can’t take him from you. Of course it’ll completely be
his decision but…Stiles, I was testing you. If you had fought me tooth and nail
I would have taken him, with or without your consent. It’s clear Derek doesn’t
need a dominant alpha like that. He needs a compassionate one. You were willing
to give up your mate for his safety and his family. And that is why I’ll allow
him to stay here should that be his choice.” Laura smiles genuinely at him and
Stiles face splits so wide it hurts. He doesn’t even bother trying to stop his
arms from encircling around her waist as he lifts her up and hugs the life from
her. His face is pressed into her boobs and she’s a little uncomfortable with
the situation but the smile remains on her face even when he finally puts her
down after becoming dizzy from spinning them in circles.
 
***** Derek's Family *****
Chapter Summary
     Derek wakes up, a diagnosis is made, and he officially meets his
     family. Or, what's left of it.
Chapter Notes
     GUYS!!! There is one last chapter after this and then One Found Omega
     is done! I'm so happy I could finish this. I'm even happier that so
     many people enjoyed it! Hope this chapter is cute and fluffy enough
     for you. It's family feels. Sterek will be in the last chapter where
     Stiles confesses his feelings and so on. Enjoy this chapter though.
Deaton is no closer to analyzing the emotional and mental state Derek could be
in since he fell back asleep the moment Stiles had walked out of the room days
earlier. Pouring over research papers and incredulous accusations by what seems
to be four year olds haven’t helped him to understand anything more into the
symptoms Derek might exhibit once he wakes. The couch he’s been crashing on has
long since lost its appeal and Deaton, despite the need for him being close by,
is two hours away from calling it quits to reunite himself with his bed.
After Stiles and Laura’s little talk the two have been hanging around each
other more. Laura and Cora had both adamantly refused to go back to New York
with their brother still unconscious and unknowing of their existence. Laura
did however, send the rest of her pack back. They left with unhappy faces.
Currently, Stiles was recalling the way Derek had acted with the pack. How they
were all getting closer. Laura smiled at the way he called Derek “Der”
seemingly without realizing it. Cora shook her head fondly at him.
“Der fell asleep with all of us curled around him one time. Woke up before us
and I swear I have no idea how he got out without waking anyone but he did it.
And the breakfast he made that day was amazing. Like, who ever said women
belong in the kitchen. Put him in there any day. Wait, no. That was rude. I
didn’t mean it like that. I…So, Deaton, anything new?”
Laura smiled at him before turning her attention to the Dr. on the couch,
typing away on his laptop. “Have you found anything that may help?”
Deaton shakes his head before closing his eyes and shaking his head, kneading
at his temples. “No. The weapons are far too new for anyone to know much about
them. The designers are refusing to say anything about them and the weapons
themselves are on lock down. They are being taken apart and studied but the
information being gathered is top secret apparently. I’d have to make a special
trip up there for any information. Derek’s sleeping which is good now, but when
he wakes up there could be a much different outcome than last time. He might
awaken feral or with damage to his memory. You celebrated a tad too early
Stiles.”
“He does that,” Isaac says. He’s healed fine after having most of his
intestines leaking from his body. Danny stayed beside him the entire time and
the two were sickly sweet to the point most of the pack left them to their own
in a private room towards the back of the house.
“Shut it Isaac. I just want him to be okay. It’s been two days, can you give
some kind of time frame that he might wake up?”
Deaton shakes his head and Scott places a firm, reassuring hand on Stiles’
shoulder. “Relax man, he’ll wake up sometime. His body has a lot to process and
heal, it takes time. You, being an alpha all your life, don’t quite know how
slow other wolves heal. It takes time and a lot of energy.”
“Scott is right. Alpha’s healing is accelerated. Alpha’s draw most of their
energy and power from the beta’s they have around them. Beta’s produce extra
energy for this reason so their healing is also rather fast. However, omegas
aren’t meant to fight or lead so they produce energy for themselves. Alpha’s
are…let’s say “hardwired,” to protect them because of this. An omegas healing
rate is only slightly higher than a regular humans. With Derek being unable to
heal any of his injuries for prolonged times his body is trying to
overcompensate that. Take years of abuse like his and put it at a slower human
healing rate and you have what is happening now. His werewolf genes are trying
to heal so much at the same time that it’s becoming overwhelming and the speed
is slowing down. To try to stabilize that Derek is sleeping allowing his body
to heal.”
“You’re a very intelligent doctor. I think you might just be this packs’
greatest asset,” Laura smiles sharply at Stiles who sputters for a comeback.
“Now now, we know,” Erica nods enthusiastically. Of course his pack is turning
against him.
Deaton merely ignores them all and turns his attention back to his computer. He
sighs at whatever he sees and starts typing something. Stiles shakes his head.
Laura’s right anyway.
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“GUYS! Derek’s up!” Isaac might miss a step running down the stair and, maybe,
Stiles trips and actually does face plant when he tries to run past him.
There’s too much excitement for him to feel embarrassed about it now.
“DEREK!” Stiles throws the door open and distinctly feels déjà vu.
Derek looks up at Stiles as he comes in and while there is a small flicker of
recognition in his eyes, they’re also dulled.
“Der, how are you feeling?” Stiles’ voice trembles over a few of the words. He
watches as Derek tilts his head a little to the right. “Derek?”
“My head hurts. My throat hurts too.”
Stiles sighs a little hearing his voice. It’s the same as it was before. “Dr.
Deaton - you remember him? - is here to look at you again. Is it alright if he
comes in?”
Derek only nods. There’s a tightness in his chest as well but Derek knows it’s
not a physical problem. It’s there but it doesn’t hurt and really he doesn’t
know what to do with that information. Why doesn’t it hurt? Is it a problem he
should mention to Alpha Stilinski or not? Will it go away?
“Derek, it’s nice to see you again. Awake that is,” Deaton smiles warmly at the
omega before slowly approaching the bedside. Derek tenses for a second before
forcing his body to relax. It’s a struggle but he manages it before Deaton sits
down. He doesn’t take much of the bed, barely enough to sit on and he’s holding
his hands up, palms out, waiting for permission to touch. Derek nods again.
“Deaton here is gonna do a few tests and when you pass them all I have a
surprise for you,” Stiles says. He knows he’s said the wrong thing when Derek
starts breathing heavily and his eyes glaze over and he’s shaking. Stiles
cusses and rushes forward but Deaton sticks his hand out.
“Derek. Derek, can you hear me?” There’s no response from the omega and Deaton
sighs. “Derek, I need you to focus on me okay, my voice. Derek?”
“Let me try,” Stiles says as he moves forward. This time Deaton doesn’t stop
him. “Derek, I want you to listen to me. Zone in on my voice and nothing else
okay?” No response. “You are okay. You are fine because you are with me, Alpha
Stiles Stilinski of the Beacon Hills pack. There is no one that will hurt you
here. I’m sorry for saying something to trigger this but you are okay. Nothing
will hurt you as long as I’m here.”
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I can’t. Your voice is going in and out.
No, I’m not. Can’t breathe right. Hurts.
Alpha Stiles? No, Alpha Argent is here. She has a surprise. Zayne, no, no, no
no no nononononono.
Yes there is, she’s here. He’s here. They’re all here. HURTS.
You’re here? Who? Stiles…here?
Derek cracks an eye open to see Stiles sitting on the bed next to him, a small
space between him and Deaton who’s also starring. He’s still breathing hard,
can’t quite get the right tempo or the right amount.
“That’s good. Good job Derek,” Stiles smiles gently at him but his smile turns
beaming when Derek seems to peacock at the praise. Like it’s the best thing
ever; being told he’s doing good.
When he can finally breathe again and seems to have relaxed a little bit Stiles
moves back and Deaton takes over again.
“Now then, Derek I need you to answer a few questions and then we’ll start a
short physical. So far it seems like there might not be much, if any, actual
side effects or symptoms. The long hibernation like sleep might have fixed you
up well enough.
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The assessment has Stiles skipping down the stairs, the biggest smile on his
face in years. He’s giddy and excited and nothing is going to bring him down.
Derek’s stomach had growled and Stiles took that opportunity to leave, to grab
him food but to also relay the message to the pack.
“Well? Come on Stilinski, tell us how it went!” Lydia has stopped filing her
nails and if she hadn’t just spend days filing and painting them she might have
been chewing on them.
“He’s A-Okay. Deaton said he’ll have depressive moments and suffer from PTSD.
That he’ll need a lot of TLC but there is no permanent brain damage or nerve
damage. He’s okay. His wolf healed him just like it should have. He’ll even be
able to shift in two months. His wolf is too exhausted to shift before then.”
The pack all holler and whop and scream their approval, there happiness. Laura
and Cora are both tearing up and for a moment Stiles thinks they might need to
leave the room but they silently wipe the tears away and stay there; in the
happiness and pack. Stiles is happy.
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“Der? I have someone who wants to meet you, well, two someones.” Stiles moves
in the doorway, allowing Laura and Cora to walk in. They seem shy now, staying
towards the back of the room and looking at Derek. Derek gasps. One is an
alpha. Stiles is selling him? Getting rid of him? No. Breath catches in his
throat and Derek is almost at the point of tears. He wasn’t too attached to
this pack but he was starting too really like it. They seemed to care.
“Der? Do you remember them?”
Derek shakes his head and looks down at the blanket across his lap.
“Then why are you crying?”
“You’re getting…rid of me? She’s an alpha so---“
“Derek, no. When you were taken by that bitch, Lydia was looking for clues when
she found them. This is Laura Hale, alpha of the New York pack and her sister,
Cora Hale. They’re you’re sisters.”
Derek stares blankly at both of them. He blinks. And then again and again. The
silence stretches on between the four of them.
“Derek? Do you remember anything before her?” Laura moves forward a bit and
when Derek doesn’t seem to dislike it she moves closer. He shakes his head in
answer. “You were born in New York to Talia Hale and David Hale. They had three
children and their pack consisted of 24 wolves. Well, 11 of them were humans
but same thing. Years ago, there was a fight between our pack and Kate’s. She
burned our family alive and took you. We searched for years trying to find you
but they had already fled too far. I never thought I’d see you again.” Laura
launches forward and wraps her arms around her little brother, burying her face
into his slender neck and cries. Cora follows shortly after.
Stiles feels like maybe he’s intruding. Like maybe he shouldn’t be watching
this and instead sneak out. But Derek’s face stops him. Derek looks stoic.
There are no tears dripping down his face and he isn’t sniveling. In fact,
Stiles would say that this information hasn’t affected him at all. But then it
does. Then it hits him and he’s bawling just like his sisters. Stiles smiles.
Derek is an ugly crier and he shouldn’t find him adorable in the least but he
does.
He leaves the family to fix themselves.
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It’s nearing eleven at night when Stiles sends the rest of his pack to bed.
They wanted to stay with Stiles, enjoy a miniature party to celebrate Derek’s
health. The “party” ended hours ago and now they’re all just sitting and
talking. Stiles was nodding off slowly, the rest just the same.
“Alright, I’m heading to bed, you guys go too,” Stiles says.
“Night,” is chorused after him.
Stiles stops in front of Derek’s door. He slept in there since his place was
burned to a crisp. Now, well, now there’s his mate in that bed and he can’t
really sleep there too. Speaking of which…Stiles opens the door and spots the
siblings, crammed onto the full size bed. Laura and Cora are tangled in Derek’s
thin limbs, Cora’s head on his chest and her leg over all the rest. Laura’s
head is curved around Derek’s, her arm strung over her younger siblings and her
legs bent away from them. Derek lays in the middle, his arms wrapped tightly
around his sister’s waists. There are small smiles on each of their faces and
Stiles is smiling fondly at them all. This is what he wants Derek to have.
***** Two Alphas One Choice *****
Chapter Summary
     Derek must choose who he stays with. Laura or Stiles.
Chapter Notes
     I'M SORRY!!!! I tried writing this chapter on this site because my
     Microsoft subscription was canceled and when I had it all done,
     before I could post it I accidentally clicked on a link from my
     bookmarks bar and the entire chapter was gone. I went into a small
     slump. NOW, with Microsoft back, I have completed the last chapter.
     It's decent length, with no short cuts (like when Derek's PTSD thing
     disappeared for a bit in the last chapter) so it should be more
     satisfying. End of chapter note has something important...
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Derek subtly inches away from Erica who gestures rather violently about her
encounter earlier that day with an old woman from the grocery store. It’s a
deep seated hatred that stems from the stores lack of stock in pickles that the
pack has heard every first Sunday of every month for the past three years.
Laura nods along, as if she’s actually agreeing with the violence Erica demands
happens to the little old lady while Cora simply shakes her head and goes to
the kitchen.
Stiles rolls his eyes fondly at her and she scoffs. “You just don’t understand
the need I have for this specific pickle.” She picks one from her plate and
wiggles it, tossing juice on Stiles face. “This wouldn’t be a problem if that
old hag would back off my food.”
Stiles has tried every argument there is to combat her disdain but about two
years ago they all gave up. It seemed simpler to restock the weight room they
had downstairs in the basement than to argue with her.
“Guys, it’s about time we go,” Boyd says, slightly elevated voice reaching the
top floor. The pack slowly descends the stairs, each one giving Stiles a
slightly encouraging smile. They’re just as tense as Stiles is, just as scared
Derek will choose his sisters over them. Stiles laughs a little at the thought.
His pack wants Derek here almost as much as he does. He really hopes he gets to
tell them good news by the end of the night.
“Where are you going?” Derek asks. It’s been a week since their rescue. Laura
sent the rest of her wolves back to New York, said something about her
territory as she sent them to the airport. She and Cora stayed, obviously, for
Derek’s decision. In that week Derek had really bloomed. He may not be anywhere
near “normal” but his progress is incredible. Even Deaton commented on it once
or twice during his daily visits. Derek has talked more, full sentences and
everything. And while some things still trigger him, closeness and touch
doesn’t as often. There are still times where a touch is a little too rough and
he remembers things, goes into flashbacks that the pack can’t get him back from
until the memories done, but there more good days than bad.
“Out to dinner. You, Stiles, and Laura will be eating here,” Cora says. She
emerges from the kitchen, pickle in hand, and waves as she dashes out of the
house with Erica screaming after her about boundaries.
Scott comes up beside Stiles and places a hand on his shoulder. “Dude, calm
down. Remember, you’re feelings affect Derek. Also, let me know what your
tattoo looks like.”
“What?” Stiles asks confused. What tattoo?
“The one your hearts beating into your ribcage,”
“Har Har, like your funny,” Stiles shoves Scott out the door. If his best
friend trips on his way out and smashes his face into the support beam on the
porch, well, he can’t be blamed for laughing. Bastard deserves it.
“Why are we staying in?”
“Well, Stiles and I have something to discuss with you. It’s really important.
But first, why don’t we set the table while Stiles gets dinner ready?” Laura
suggests. Derek looks mildly petrified but nods.
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When the pork chops are done and set on three plates the two alphas and Derek
sit down. Stiles and Laura take either end of the table with Derek in the
middle. He’s use to having wolves elbow to elbow with him, considering there
still at Stiles’ father’s house and it’s cramped, but he liked it. The comfort
of gentle touches and closeness. This distance sets him on edge.
“Am I in trouble? Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry, please don’t---“
“Derek, hey. Der, look at me,” Stiles gently takes the omega’s hand and rubs
soothing circles into his palms. “We aren’t mad and you aren’t in trouble.”
Laura hates that she has to sit to the side while Stiles comforts her brother,
her brother but she understands that mateand brother don’t compare well. She’s
determined to give this her all and respect whatever decision her brother makes
but that doesn’t mean she won’t give it her all to take him with her.
“Derek? We like you. I’m pretty confident in saying that we both want you. But-
--“ Laura watches Derek flinch. “I have territory in New York, I can’t stay
here like I have been. And Stiles has his pack here,” she waits for Derek to
look at her, to focus all his attention on her. “You have to choose. Would you
like to stay here with Stiles or with me in New York?”
Derek looks, well he looks a mix of emotions. Surprised, happy, confused,
upset, sad, maybe a little disbelieving.
“But, no. How do I chose? Who?”
Stiles smiles reassuringly as he retracts his hand. He can’t take advantage of
Derek’s touch starved state to get his vote. “This is up to you. It’s
completely your choice now. You haven’t had a say all your life and now you do.
Be reassured, no matter who you choose to go with, you are welcome into both
packs. You can visit either one of us any time you want. Your choice won’t
change how much we love you.” Stiles wants to correct himself, say, how
muchIlove you but he bites his tongue. Now is not the time for that bomb.
“But, one of you will be sad and I don’t want to cause that. I like both of
you, I can’t,” he looks down at the food on his plate, untouched, and pushes it
away. He’s not hungry.
“Yes, one of us will be sad, but we want you to be happy and we want you to
have a say in what happens in your life,” Laura smiles reassuringly to him but
Derek hates the hope in her eyes. He knows it would crush her if he said
Stiles. She’s his sister and logically he should want to go with her, and he
does. They’ve bonded and for once in his life he felt like it was easy to let
someone else in. There was instinctual trust there and doesn’t want to give
that up.
But Stiles. Derek can’t name it, has no idea what to label the feelings there
but he knows he can’t just leave Stiles either. He saved Derek, gave him
treatment and care and he can’t throw that back in his face right?
Derek chances a glance over at Stiles. There’s an understanding in his eyes
that Derek doesn’t really like. Like Stiles already knows Derek won’t choose
him and he’s okay with that. Derek looks back at Laura. She’s hopeful but
scared. He’s sad and anxious. While Laura’s heart beats a steading rhythm in
her chest, Stiles’ is hammering.
He can’t hurt either one of them. He sets his head down in his folded arms on
the table and bites his lip to keep it from trembling. He feels like baby. He
finally gets to decide something with his life and he can’t.
“Hey, no, Der. Come on, it’s okay. Why don’t you talk aloud, let us know what
you’re thinking?”
“We can answer any questions you have.”
“I can’t pick between you two. I’ll end up hurting one of you and I can’t…”
Derek feels his throat begin to close up, his breathing coming shorter and
shorter until there’s a lump in his throat that he can’t swallow past. He grips
at the table, claws extending into the wood of the table and splintering it.
Stiles has a fleeting thought of how he’ll have to buy his dad a new one before
Derek consumes his mind. He launches from the seat to get to Derek, Laura doing
the same, but it’s too late. Derek’s already lost in his mind.
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“Who do you want to take you now?” Zayne asks. He looms over Derek who’s
shivering and disoriented and hurt and scared. Gerard hadn’t done anything like
this to him, this hurts, hurts, hurts.
“Why don’t we both take him? I’m sure the kids old enough for that,” a voice
says from somewhere in the room. Derek feels a tingle up his spine. What will
they do next? God, if it hurts more than what they just did he isn’t sure he
can survive it.
“Great idea.”
Derek screams.
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“Derek! Come on, you’re safe here with us. Your safe now!” Laura says. She
gently touches Derek’s shoulder only for him to jerk back and a piercing scream
to echo through the room. Stiles’ heart is beating out of his chest. He’s
battling keeping his composure and wolfing out to chase the threat to his mate
(Laura) out of the house.
The screaming only lasts another few seconds before Derek is out of his chair
and running for the corner, back against the wall, sobbing. Cracked pieces of
words spilling from his mouth. “Plea. No. Stop. Sorry. Sor---“
Stiles looks over at Laura and shakes his head. They pushed it too far. Derek
clearly wasn’t ready. Laura nods to his spoken assessment. They’ll give it
another week.
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Stiles hated telling the pack about what happened. He had wanted to give them
good news. It’s been a tense week, everyone on edge and worried and anxious.
Derek has avoided everyone since then. He can’t look the two alphas in the eyes
and he won’t talk. It’s like he’s digressed back to the omega Stiles found in
the woods what seems like months ago.
It’s on that Friday that Laura pulls Stiles out the back door and a little ways
from the house, from prying ears. “I know he’s still fragile but I can’t stay
here any longer, Cora can only take my spot for so long. I want to talk to him
alone.”
Stiles’ eyes narrow. Hell to the no. She is not going to take Derek with her
like that. “Derek isn’t in any condition to---“
“I know Stiles. I promise I won’t try to persuade his opinion in my favor, but
something has to be done. And I have to leave soon. Do you really expect me to
just leave without his opinion?”
Stiles bits his tongue. He wants to shout yes in her face but he knows that’s
not fair for Derek.
“Fine, but don’t you dare say anything to sway him to your side. It stays
neutral.” Laura nods.
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Lydia is two seconds away from stabbing Stiles in the face with her nail filer.
He’s been pacing the room for the last hour, tense and growling. He’d told the
pack of Laura’s decision and while none of them are any happier they can keep
their calm a lot better than their alpha.
“Stiles, I swear to God, if you do not sit down this second I will take this,”
she holds up her filer, “and shove it in your throat. You pacing around and
being agitated is wearing on my last nerve.”
Stiles growls at her as he sits down. The shit he takes from his own pack is
sad. Just sad.
The door creaks open, Derek trudging through the door. Stiles waits for Laura
to come in but Derek just closes the door behind himself.
“Where’s your sister?” Boyd asks.
Derek looks at him and then at the rest of the pack, one by one making eye
contact until he lands on Stiles. “She told me you’re my mate.” Stiles’ veins
freeze. She what? “She said you knew since you rescued me but didn’t think it
was a good time to say anything. She said it’s probably still not a good time
to say anything. I don’t know what 'mate' means. She said it means that we are
“meant to be” and that’s the reason I was having trouble choosing. Is she
right?”
Stiles hasn’t a clue how his voice works anymore. It’s like he’s a baby and the
most he can do is make aborted sounds of vowels so he nods instead.
“She said she couldn’t stay any longer but that I needed to make a decision.
She said she will always love me but that I would do better staying here. She’s
on her way to the airport. Did I…Did I disappoint her?”
That pushes the lump out of Stiles’ throat. “No, Der. She wants what’s best for
you and she seems to think that’s here. I’ll call her tomorrow and we can go
see her next month, when you can control your shift, how does that sound?”
Derek just nods. Stiles walks closer, opening his arms up in invitation for a
hug. Derek moves slower than molasses but he does eventually lean against
Stiles’ chest. It’s almost a minute before he wraps his arms around Stiles and
squeezes. The contact puts him at ease. There used to be a buzzing in his chest
but the contact with Stiles made it go away and he only notices now when it’s
gone. He feels a little nauseous but he's with Stiles, his 'mate' and that's
apparently what he needs. 
Chapter End Notes
     Guys, I've decided, with another plot pup in my head, that this story
     will be a two part series!!!!!! In the next part...Derek...
     no spoilers, jeez. :) Look forward to it. However, I did promise to
     come back to my ROTG story first so that will have it's short one
     chapter epilogue. But after look forward to something else Sterek!
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